Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Ye Olde Switcheroo ❯ .:+Chapter 2; Revenge!+:. ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Inuchick101 
lemon alert! my first one everrr @.@
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.12.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 306 | Status: Work In Progress
lemon alert! my first one everrr @.@
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.12.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 306 | Status: Work In Progress
about some reviews huh? I need them! I live on them! Constructive criticism is welcomed if you must although this is mostly going to be a crack fiction but flames will never be welcomed so don’t bother. You’d be wasting your breath on deaf ears… our wasting your energy on blind eyes… either way! … don’t make fun of me… my mom uses exclamation points haphazardly… :D
.:+Chapter 2: Revenge shall be sweet indeed!+:.
Malfoy immediately ran into the boys bathroom and launched himself into an open stall, but not before threatening everyone else to scatter from the bathroom first and locking the door. How had he let her get a shot in? and one that would’ve embarrassed him mercilessly and haunted him for years to come if anyone else besides Pothead, Weasel, and Mudblood had witnessed Angela hex him. He pulled his pants down and glared down at the mess he now had to clean up… No one does something like this to a Malfoy without getting equal punishment…
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Weeks passed since the party for the seventh years and the students who had been forced into a new house for the semester were experiencing their own brand of hell. Quidditch tryouts had come and gone and Draco was, again, the Slytherin seeker while Harry kept his position as well for Gryffindor. Draco was thankful that he wasn’t forced to go for the Gryffindor team because of his temporary exchange of houses. He would’ve raised one hell of a riot that he would determinedly destroy half the school with if he wasn’t going to be allowed to play for Slytherin. Every second of his time that wasn’t focused on Quidditch, his frustration with this god-forsaken school and it’s dimwitted headmaster, or his classes, it was focused on when the perfect time to get Angela back would be. He planned on doing the same thing to her as she did to him but in a much harder place to conceal it. Then his chance arose… It was in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Snape. He grinned malevolently as Snape assigned them partners that they would, one-by-one, go to the front of the class and have a wizard duels using non-verbal spells. Draco felt like he was exceptionally good at non-verbal spells and was very pleased at this. He was even more pleased, of course, when Snape had assigned Angela as his partner. He kept assigning partners, mostly trying to match up his least favorite students with students that he felt would most likely beat and humiliate them. When Draco and Angela approached the dueling platform that Snape had magicked there in seconds, Draco could barely suppress his excitement. The stood in front of each other, held there wands at the ready, bowed, turned and walked to each end of the platform, then turned back around, raising their wands and concentrating very hard on what they were doing. Everything else around them seemed to melt away. Then Angela made the first move and a well aimed hex shot at Draco, he skillfully blocked it, then in a blink of an eye shot his revenge-filled hex at her. She was caught off guard by the speed in which he moved and the hex hit her full on in the stomach. He smirked evilly as she stepped back once then her whole body tensed. Her breath hitched in her throat, her jaw clenched, and she slammed her eyes shut to hold the fact that her eyes had rolled to the back of her head, secret. After a couple seconds her body slackened and her jaw unclenched. Her eyes opened again and they looked glazed over. She let out her breath and took in slow, shaky breathes. Draco didn’t expect what happened next, an amused look stretched across her face and sparkled in her eyes and she raised her wand again, now completely composed and steady. He was disappointed that this hadn’t attracted the attention he wanted it to attract. One glance at their small audience proved that the only ones who had noticed was a Mudblood glaring at him, a very stunned Weasel, and a blushing Pothead. Angela had seized this opportunity of his momentary distraction and hurtled another hex at him that sent him flying through the air and landing on his back. He growled to himself and quickly pulled himself back up and shot back. It went back and forth with multiple blocks and hits for a few minutes. It was clear that the match wasn’t getting anywhere. Neither was winning, nor was either of them losing. Angela had a slightly bloody lip and her robes were torn. Draco’s were torn as well but he had a blood nose. He watched her, slightly scared, as a flash of anger and irritation flooded her eyes and she started firing off hex’s left and right. She had repeated many hex’s that she had previously used and mixed them all in together. Draco was only able to block half of them before he was forced into about three orgasms that he managed to keep quiet because of the multiple shots being fired at him until one of them was obviously an ‘Expelliarmus’ spell as it shot his wand out of his hand and launched him on his back again. She huffed in irritation as Snape called the match and dismissed them both to the hospital wing. Angela stomped her way out of the classroom and Draco seemed to stumble his way out completely weak. “H-hey!” He called after her angrily when they had left the earshot of the classroom. She stopped and turned to glare at him.
“What?” She snapped.
“That was totally unfair!” He growled at her, regaining some of his strength.
“You did the same to me!” She sneered.
“Not four times!” He seethed.
“I don’t care! I just wanted that stupid duel to end!” She turned away from him and stomped away from him not even pausing as he shouted her name, demanding her to stop. No one had ever, ever, treated a Malfoy like this before. No one simply walked away from him while he was in the middle of yelling at them! No one humiliated him like she had just done! No one! A smirk spread across his frustrated, yet amused features. Too bad she was of a rival family… she would’ve made for a very interesting girlfriend. One that definitely would have pissed off Parkinson, and one that would make life very entertaining. Not bad looking either… and that was an understatement. She was actually extremely attractive. Attractive enough that it angered him to no end that she was supposed to be his life-long rival and in a different house no less! Even when she kept popping into his dreams to torture him. Then it struck him… the perfect way to get revenge! There was no way she’d be able to defend herself against a very vivid dream…
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They were in the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey had set them up in hospital beds on opposite sides of the hospital wing. At least half the class was in there from the dueling in the D.A.D.A. class. She had insisted on keeping a few of them, such as Draco and Angela, overnight for observation. It was a Friday so they didn’t have to worry about missing classes the next day. Apparently they had done the most damage to each other than any of the other dueling partners put together. It was around midnight when Angela finally fell asleep. Draco noticed this then checked the beds of the others in the hospital wing to make sure they were all asleep as well, they were. He looked towards a door that led off of the hospital wing that housed Madame Pomfrey’s sleeping quarters and was even more pleased to see that there was no light streaming out from the crack under the door. He slowly and quietly approached Angela’s sleeping form. She looked so peaceful while asleep… perfect. He held his wand up and lightly touched the tip of the wand to her temple and muttered a small incantation. Then a light came out of the tip of his wand and then the light dimmed and eventually went out. He pulled his wand back and took a wary step back to make sure it worked. He watched her carefully as her face reddened and she started to sweat. Her breath then started coming in small pants. He smirked, satisfied with his work and went back to his bed where he fell into a much more peaceful dream land. Meanwhile Angela’s body seemed to be struggling with how to react to her dream.
In her dream:
Angela pulled helplessly at her wrists which were chained to a cold, stone wall. She was dressed in only her black bra and matching black panties. (A.N. I hate the word ‘knickers’ and refuse to use it even though they would normally use it in Europe. It’s just such an unattractive word and revolts me to no end…) She felt a slight chill as goose-bumps spread across her arms and legs. Then the dark outline of a figure in the extremely dim firelight of a couple very distant torches. “Let me go!” The figure didn’t move. “Who are you?” Again, no movement. “Did you hear me?” She shouted more but the figure seemed to either be unable to hear her or was choosing to ignore her. He then started walking to her and she continued to try and struggle against the chains that held her. No matter how close he got, the same pure blackness stayed with him. She felt that even with night vision she wouldn’t be able to see what he looked like. She glared up with him and bared her teeth, somehow knowing he could see her. He was now standing incredibly close to her, close enough for her to be able to feel his steady, warm, breaths on her face. She blushed at his nearness but fumed at the fact that she still couldn’t see who he was. Then he closed the remaining space between them and she realized then that he was only wearing boxers. She could feel his warm, bare, chest pressing against her cool skin. She blushed even deeper when she felt a large bulge pressing against her abdomen. He leaned in, for what she thought was going to be a kiss but she turned her head away at the last second and he immediately shot lower, planting kisses and carefully sucking at different spots on her neck. She gasped at the effect it had on her. A shiver ran down her spine and a steady warmth began to build between her legs and her back arched into him. “You’re body is betraying you.” The man snickered. She felt his warm hands rest on her waist then slowly they slid up and behind her as they undid the clasp of her bra. She opened her mouth to try to object to this but she could only take in another quick breath as he took one of her nipples into her mouth and played with the other with his hand. She see the discarded bra on the stone floor off to the side with it’s now broken straps. While he did this she was sharply aware of his free hand making its way down to her panties and before she new it, they had been torn off and tossed aside with the bra. She wondered vaguely how he could’ve managed to rip both off so easily but the thought was immediately pushed from her mind as she felt him slip a single finger into her. She gasped again and he began to slowly push his finger in and out of her. She bit her lip and felt a wide blush spread across her cheeks as her body betrayed her again and she let out a soft moan. This seemed to please the unknown man and he slipped a second finger into her. Her breath was coming in heavy pants and gasps now. He pulled away from her breasts and looked her in the face and grinned a very familiar grin… She was able to make out his pure white teeth in his grin but nothing more. She was vaguely aware of him pulling out his fingers then another piece of clothing that could only be his boxers were tossed aside. He gripped her legs firmly but gently above the knees and lifted them off the ground so that she was being supported by the chains that bound her wrists to the wall behind her. She opened her mouth again for another desperate attempt to object but breath was immediately taken from her when she felt his large member shove it’s way inside her. Her eyes which had been unknowingly slammed shut, flew open and she could see every feature of the man in front of her now. His stone-gray eyes, and platinum blond hair…
Her eyes shot open and the first thing she saw was a very smug Draco Malfoy staring down at her with his usual smug grin. Without thinking her hand flew up and smacked him hard across the face. She shot up and pulled the blankets of her bed up in front of her then she noticed that she was in the hospital wing and a very baffled looking Madame Pomfrey was looking at her strangely. Draco had his mouth hanging open slightly as he stood, now at the end of her bed, not the side of her bed, with a hand on his cheek. Angela opened and closed her mouth like she was trying to say something but no words came out. “Are you alright dear? You sounded like you were having one hell of a nightmare!” Madame Pomfrey asked while wiping Angela’s forehead with a washcloth.
“W-what time is it?” Angela finally managed to say.
“Why, It’s got to be about five or six in the morning! And on a Saturday no less!” Angela shot nervous looks at Draco and nodded. “But, since you two are both awake and you both stayed the night, you may leave to go back to your common rooms and go back to sleep if you wish.” Angela swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stood up, a little too fast, and swayed a little. She started off out of the hospital wing. Draco seemed to be knocked out of his little ’trance’ and followed after her. When they were out of the hospital wing and in the empty corridors of the school he began his interrogation.
“What on earth were you dreaming about?” He said, pretending to sound amazed.
“What do you mean? Why were you even awake?” She snapped defensively. There was no way she was going to tell him about her dream!
“How could anyone not be awake after that? I’m surprised I’m the only one that actually woke up from it! Madame Pomfrey was already awake but you were moaning so loud that it sounded like you were being fucked six ways to Sunday!” He snickered at the look on her face and the immediate blush that painted her cheeks.
“I was not!” She replied defiantly.
“Could’ve fooled me!” He grinned at her smugly. “And what was with the smack?”
“Well how would you like to wake up to seeing someone staring you in the face, inches away from you?” She glared angrily at the hallway in front of her as she continued to stomp down the corridor.
“Yeah right! Something tells me it was a lot more than just surprise!” He pretended to be lost in curious thought but of course he already knew exactly what her dream was because he had the same exact one only a week ago. “I know! You must have dreamt about me! Aw how sweet!” She grinned even wider. The deep blush on her cheeks said everything whether he already knew it or not.
“You did hear Madame Pomfrey call it a nightmare didn’t you?” She snarled.
“Hah, so you admit it!”
“I didn’t say that! In fact, I don’t even remember it! But I’ll whole-heartedly agree that it was a nightmare if you were in it!” She sneered at him. This was a complete lie. It was a very good dream actually, and she remembered every last detail as if it had just happened merely seconds ago. Although she certainly didn’t wish it would happen! At least not with Malfoy! Right…?
“I highly doubt that!” He retorted, not being able to hold back his laughter.
“Oh, yeah? And what makes you say that?” She snapped. Her face could put a tomato to shame.
“Why are you blushing so much if you don’t remember your dream?”
“Nightmare! And I’m not blushing!”
“Fine, nightmare. Then what do you call it if it’s not blushing?”
“… it’s just… really hot in here…” She grumbled not being able to think of anything else. How had he managed to get so much out of her? She must be a lot more tired than she thought.
He looked down at her skeptically. “You’re body is betraying you.” Her eyes widened and she stared at him in amazement.
“W-what?”
He smirked. “I said, you’re body is betraying you.” He snickered…
“W-why do you say that?” She was vaguely aware that her voice was very shaky.
He pointed to her arm. “You have goose-bumps. If can’t be that hot in here if there’s enough of a chill to give you goose-bumps.”
Her breath returned to her and she felt dizzy. She really needed to just get into her bed and take a nice long nap for the rest of the morning. “Oh.” She muttered as they approached the painting of the fat lady. She muttered the password and the Fat Lady yawned and swung open to reveal the portrait hole that lead into the Gryffindor common room. She immediately went up into the girls dormitories without another word to Malfoy. She needed to think. She lay in her bed, wide awake, but with her eyes closed, trying to sleep and failing miserably. After all the girls in her dormitory had left, she gave up on trying to sleep and looked at her clock on her nightstand. It was noon. She sat up and then a pounding headache hit her. She sneezed and sniffled. She guessed that the chill from the walk she had to take this morning from the hospital wing to the dormitory was enough to give her a nice little cold. She decided that she would stay inside today and only leave for dinner. She pulled her blanket around her and slowly walked down the stairs out of the girls dormitory and into the common room. She was grateful that it was empty and took a seat on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. She vaguely noticed anyone when some people walked in and out. It was around three o clock when the portrait hole opened and one person entered. He walked over to the couch and sat down on the opposite end of the couch she was sitting on. She didn’t bother looking at him, she already knew it was Draco.
He looked at her curiously. She looked sick as a dog then he walked upstairs into the boys’ dormitories. He came back down a few minutes later holding a thermos. He poured some of what was in the thermos into the cup that it came with and took out his wand. Using his wand he heated up what was in it and then held out the cup to her. She looked at it skeptically. “It’s just soup.” He said simply. “My mother made it. Homemade, a family recipe. She sent it to me this morning.” She didn’t seem to eager to accept it. He took a sip of it himself then offered it to her again. She seemed a lot less wary but still skeptically and accepted the cup.
She took a small sip of it and was shocked at how good it was. She now turned her skeptical gaze on him. “Why?”
“Why what?” He had taken a seat back on the couch and was taking small sips from the thermos. She noticed that he was sitting a little closer to her now. She gestured to the cup in her hands. “You look sick.” She didn’t seem convinced. “Usually when I’m sick, my mother’s soup makes me feel better. She sent it to me because flu season is starting.”
For once she felt herself giving him a small smile. Not a sarcastic one, or a fake one, or a smug one. It was genuine. “Thank you.” She said softly. He blushed a little and nodded. She guessed it was his way of saying you’re welcome and took it. A few minutes later she had finished her cup and set it down on the coffee table in front of them where Draco had placed his thermos. She felt her eyelids become heavy and yawned. Before she new it she seemed to be slowly tipping over until her head found something that resembled a pillow and she fell into a deep and comfortable sleep.
Draco looked down at her sleeping form. He wasn’t sure why he had helped her, why he had cared, or why he was even allowing this but he seemed to like it. She had her head on his lap and was fast asleep. Her soft, steady breathing relaxed him and soon his head fell back and he fell asleep too, totally unaware of the small group of Gryffindors entering the common room…
.:+End Chapter 2+:.
Ugh, that was the first time I ever wrote a lemon! I hope it wasn’t too bad! And I was going to wait for something cute and romantic like the end of this chapter to happen later in the story because I want this to move a little slower so I’ll very gradually start increasing these little moments but I’ll be adding more arguments and things like that that will stall the relationship. Even though I’m still not sure if she’s going to end up with Harry or Draco. I love them both! XD Read and review please! No flames!
.:+Chapter 2: Revenge shall be sweet indeed!+:.
Malfoy immediately ran into the boys bathroom and launched himself into an open stall, but not before threatening everyone else to scatter from the bathroom first and locking the door. How had he let her get a shot in? and one that would’ve embarrassed him mercilessly and haunted him for years to come if anyone else besides Pothead, Weasel, and Mudblood had witnessed Angela hex him. He pulled his pants down and glared down at the mess he now had to clean up… No one does something like this to a Malfoy without getting equal punishment…
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Weeks passed since the party for the seventh years and the students who had been forced into a new house for the semester were experiencing their own brand of hell. Quidditch tryouts had come and gone and Draco was, again, the Slytherin seeker while Harry kept his position as well for Gryffindor. Draco was thankful that he wasn’t forced to go for the Gryffindor team because of his temporary exchange of houses. He would’ve raised one hell of a riot that he would determinedly destroy half the school with if he wasn’t going to be allowed to play for Slytherin. Every second of his time that wasn’t focused on Quidditch, his frustration with this god-forsaken school and it’s dimwitted headmaster, or his classes, it was focused on when the perfect time to get Angela back would be. He planned on doing the same thing to her as she did to him but in a much harder place to conceal it. Then his chance arose… It was in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Snape. He grinned malevolently as Snape assigned them partners that they would, one-by-one, go to the front of the class and have a wizard duels using non-verbal spells. Draco felt like he was exceptionally good at non-verbal spells and was very pleased at this. He was even more pleased, of course, when Snape had assigned Angela as his partner. He kept assigning partners, mostly trying to match up his least favorite students with students that he felt would most likely beat and humiliate them. When Draco and Angela approached the dueling platform that Snape had magicked there in seconds, Draco could barely suppress his excitement. The stood in front of each other, held there wands at the ready, bowed, turned and walked to each end of the platform, then turned back around, raising their wands and concentrating very hard on what they were doing. Everything else around them seemed to melt away. Then Angela made the first move and a well aimed hex shot at Draco, he skillfully blocked it, then in a blink of an eye shot his revenge-filled hex at her. She was caught off guard by the speed in which he moved and the hex hit her full on in the stomach. He smirked evilly as she stepped back once then her whole body tensed. Her breath hitched in her throat, her jaw clenched, and she slammed her eyes shut to hold the fact that her eyes had rolled to the back of her head, secret. After a couple seconds her body slackened and her jaw unclenched. Her eyes opened again and they looked glazed over. She let out her breath and took in slow, shaky breathes. Draco didn’t expect what happened next, an amused look stretched across her face and sparkled in her eyes and she raised her wand again, now completely composed and steady. He was disappointed that this hadn’t attracted the attention he wanted it to attract. One glance at their small audience proved that the only ones who had noticed was a Mudblood glaring at him, a very stunned Weasel, and a blushing Pothead. Angela had seized this opportunity of his momentary distraction and hurtled another hex at him that sent him flying through the air and landing on his back. He growled to himself and quickly pulled himself back up and shot back. It went back and forth with multiple blocks and hits for a few minutes. It was clear that the match wasn’t getting anywhere. Neither was winning, nor was either of them losing. Angela had a slightly bloody lip and her robes were torn. Draco’s were torn as well but he had a blood nose. He watched her, slightly scared, as a flash of anger and irritation flooded her eyes and she started firing off hex’s left and right. She had repeated many hex’s that she had previously used and mixed them all in together. Draco was only able to block half of them before he was forced into about three orgasms that he managed to keep quiet because of the multiple shots being fired at him until one of them was obviously an ‘Expelliarmus’ spell as it shot his wand out of his hand and launched him on his back again. She huffed in irritation as Snape called the match and dismissed them both to the hospital wing. Angela stomped her way out of the classroom and Draco seemed to stumble his way out completely weak. “H-hey!” He called after her angrily when they had left the earshot of the classroom. She stopped and turned to glare at him.
“What?” She snapped.
“That was totally unfair!” He growled at her, regaining some of his strength.
“You did the same to me!” She sneered.
“Not four times!” He seethed.
“I don’t care! I just wanted that stupid duel to end!” She turned away from him and stomped away from him not even pausing as he shouted her name, demanding her to stop. No one had ever, ever, treated a Malfoy like this before. No one simply walked away from him while he was in the middle of yelling at them! No one humiliated him like she had just done! No one! A smirk spread across his frustrated, yet amused features. Too bad she was of a rival family… she would’ve made for a very interesting girlfriend. One that definitely would have pissed off Parkinson, and one that would make life very entertaining. Not bad looking either… and that was an understatement. She was actually extremely attractive. Attractive enough that it angered him to no end that she was supposed to be his life-long rival and in a different house no less! Even when she kept popping into his dreams to torture him. Then it struck him… the perfect way to get revenge! There was no way she’d be able to defend herself against a very vivid dream…
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They were in the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey had set them up in hospital beds on opposite sides of the hospital wing. At least half the class was in there from the dueling in the D.A.D.A. class. She had insisted on keeping a few of them, such as Draco and Angela, overnight for observation. It was a Friday so they didn’t have to worry about missing classes the next day. Apparently they had done the most damage to each other than any of the other dueling partners put together. It was around midnight when Angela finally fell asleep. Draco noticed this then checked the beds of the others in the hospital wing to make sure they were all asleep as well, they were. He looked towards a door that led off of the hospital wing that housed Madame Pomfrey’s sleeping quarters and was even more pleased to see that there was no light streaming out from the crack under the door. He slowly and quietly approached Angela’s sleeping form. She looked so peaceful while asleep… perfect. He held his wand up and lightly touched the tip of the wand to her temple and muttered a small incantation. Then a light came out of the tip of his wand and then the light dimmed and eventually went out. He pulled his wand back and took a wary step back to make sure it worked. He watched her carefully as her face reddened and she started to sweat. Her breath then started coming in small pants. He smirked, satisfied with his work and went back to his bed where he fell into a much more peaceful dream land. Meanwhile Angela’s body seemed to be struggling with how to react to her dream.
In her dream:
Angela pulled helplessly at her wrists which were chained to a cold, stone wall. She was dressed in only her black bra and matching black panties. (A.N. I hate the word ‘knickers’ and refuse to use it even though they would normally use it in Europe. It’s just such an unattractive word and revolts me to no end…) She felt a slight chill as goose-bumps spread across her arms and legs. Then the dark outline of a figure in the extremely dim firelight of a couple very distant torches. “Let me go!” The figure didn’t move. “Who are you?” Again, no movement. “Did you hear me?” She shouted more but the figure seemed to either be unable to hear her or was choosing to ignore her. He then started walking to her and she continued to try and struggle against the chains that held her. No matter how close he got, the same pure blackness stayed with him. She felt that even with night vision she wouldn’t be able to see what he looked like. She glared up with him and bared her teeth, somehow knowing he could see her. He was now standing incredibly close to her, close enough for her to be able to feel his steady, warm, breaths on her face. She blushed at his nearness but fumed at the fact that she still couldn’t see who he was. Then he closed the remaining space between them and she realized then that he was only wearing boxers. She could feel his warm, bare, chest pressing against her cool skin. She blushed even deeper when she felt a large bulge pressing against her abdomen. He leaned in, for what she thought was going to be a kiss but she turned her head away at the last second and he immediately shot lower, planting kisses and carefully sucking at different spots on her neck. She gasped at the effect it had on her. A shiver ran down her spine and a steady warmth began to build between her legs and her back arched into him. “You’re body is betraying you.” The man snickered. She felt his warm hands rest on her waist then slowly they slid up and behind her as they undid the clasp of her bra. She opened her mouth to try to object to this but she could only take in another quick breath as he took one of her nipples into her mouth and played with the other with his hand. She see the discarded bra on the stone floor off to the side with it’s now broken straps. While he did this she was sharply aware of his free hand making its way down to her panties and before she new it, they had been torn off and tossed aside with the bra. She wondered vaguely how he could’ve managed to rip both off so easily but the thought was immediately pushed from her mind as she felt him slip a single finger into her. She gasped again and he began to slowly push his finger in and out of her. She bit her lip and felt a wide blush spread across her cheeks as her body betrayed her again and she let out a soft moan. This seemed to please the unknown man and he slipped a second finger into her. Her breath was coming in heavy pants and gasps now. He pulled away from her breasts and looked her in the face and grinned a very familiar grin… She was able to make out his pure white teeth in his grin but nothing more. She was vaguely aware of him pulling out his fingers then another piece of clothing that could only be his boxers were tossed aside. He gripped her legs firmly but gently above the knees and lifted them off the ground so that she was being supported by the chains that bound her wrists to the wall behind her. She opened her mouth again for another desperate attempt to object but breath was immediately taken from her when she felt his large member shove it’s way inside her. Her eyes which had been unknowingly slammed shut, flew open and she could see every feature of the man in front of her now. His stone-gray eyes, and platinum blond hair…
Her eyes shot open and the first thing she saw was a very smug Draco Malfoy staring down at her with his usual smug grin. Without thinking her hand flew up and smacked him hard across the face. She shot up and pulled the blankets of her bed up in front of her then she noticed that she was in the hospital wing and a very baffled looking Madame Pomfrey was looking at her strangely. Draco had his mouth hanging open slightly as he stood, now at the end of her bed, not the side of her bed, with a hand on his cheek. Angela opened and closed her mouth like she was trying to say something but no words came out. “Are you alright dear? You sounded like you were having one hell of a nightmare!” Madame Pomfrey asked while wiping Angela’s forehead with a washcloth.
“W-what time is it?” Angela finally managed to say.
“Why, It’s got to be about five or six in the morning! And on a Saturday no less!” Angela shot nervous looks at Draco and nodded. “But, since you two are both awake and you both stayed the night, you may leave to go back to your common rooms and go back to sleep if you wish.” Angela swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stood up, a little too fast, and swayed a little. She started off out of the hospital wing. Draco seemed to be knocked out of his little ’trance’ and followed after her. When they were out of the hospital wing and in the empty corridors of the school he began his interrogation.
“What on earth were you dreaming about?” He said, pretending to sound amazed.
“What do you mean? Why were you even awake?” She snapped defensively. There was no way she was going to tell him about her dream!
“How could anyone not be awake after that? I’m surprised I’m the only one that actually woke up from it! Madame Pomfrey was already awake but you were moaning so loud that it sounded like you were being fucked six ways to Sunday!” He snickered at the look on her face and the immediate blush that painted her cheeks.
“I was not!” She replied defiantly.
“Could’ve fooled me!” He grinned at her smugly. “And what was with the smack?”
“Well how would you like to wake up to seeing someone staring you in the face, inches away from you?” She glared angrily at the hallway in front of her as she continued to stomp down the corridor.
“Yeah right! Something tells me it was a lot more than just surprise!” He pretended to be lost in curious thought but of course he already knew exactly what her dream was because he had the same exact one only a week ago. “I know! You must have dreamt about me! Aw how sweet!” She grinned even wider. The deep blush on her cheeks said everything whether he already knew it or not.
“You did hear Madame Pomfrey call it a nightmare didn’t you?” She snarled.
“Hah, so you admit it!”
“I didn’t say that! In fact, I don’t even remember it! But I’ll whole-heartedly agree that it was a nightmare if you were in it!” She sneered at him. This was a complete lie. It was a very good dream actually, and she remembered every last detail as if it had just happened merely seconds ago. Although she certainly didn’t wish it would happen! At least not with Malfoy! Right…?
“I highly doubt that!” He retorted, not being able to hold back his laughter.
“Oh, yeah? And what makes you say that?” She snapped. Her face could put a tomato to shame.
“Why are you blushing so much if you don’t remember your dream?”
“Nightmare! And I’m not blushing!”
“Fine, nightmare. Then what do you call it if it’s not blushing?”
“… it’s just… really hot in here…” She grumbled not being able to think of anything else. How had he managed to get so much out of her? She must be a lot more tired than she thought.
He looked down at her skeptically. “You’re body is betraying you.” Her eyes widened and she stared at him in amazement.
“W-what?”
He smirked. “I said, you’re body is betraying you.” He snickered…
“W-why do you say that?” She was vaguely aware that her voice was very shaky.
He pointed to her arm. “You have goose-bumps. If can’t be that hot in here if there’s enough of a chill to give you goose-bumps.”
Her breath returned to her and she felt dizzy. She really needed to just get into her bed and take a nice long nap for the rest of the morning. “Oh.” She muttered as they approached the painting of the fat lady. She muttered the password and the Fat Lady yawned and swung open to reveal the portrait hole that lead into the Gryffindor common room. She immediately went up into the girls dormitories without another word to Malfoy. She needed to think. She lay in her bed, wide awake, but with her eyes closed, trying to sleep and failing miserably. After all the girls in her dormitory had left, she gave up on trying to sleep and looked at her clock on her nightstand. It was noon. She sat up and then a pounding headache hit her. She sneezed and sniffled. She guessed that the chill from the walk she had to take this morning from the hospital wing to the dormitory was enough to give her a nice little cold. She decided that she would stay inside today and only leave for dinner. She pulled her blanket around her and slowly walked down the stairs out of the girls dormitory and into the common room. She was grateful that it was empty and took a seat on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. She vaguely noticed anyone when some people walked in and out. It was around three o clock when the portrait hole opened and one person entered. He walked over to the couch and sat down on the opposite end of the couch she was sitting on. She didn’t bother looking at him, she already knew it was Draco.
He looked at her curiously. She looked sick as a dog then he walked upstairs into the boys’ dormitories. He came back down a few minutes later holding a thermos. He poured some of what was in the thermos into the cup that it came with and took out his wand. Using his wand he heated up what was in it and then held out the cup to her. She looked at it skeptically. “It’s just soup.” He said simply. “My mother made it. Homemade, a family recipe. She sent it to me this morning.” She didn’t seem to eager to accept it. He took a sip of it himself then offered it to her again. She seemed a lot less wary but still skeptically and accepted the cup.
She took a small sip of it and was shocked at how good it was. She now turned her skeptical gaze on him. “Why?”
“Why what?” He had taken a seat back on the couch and was taking small sips from the thermos. She noticed that he was sitting a little closer to her now. She gestured to the cup in her hands. “You look sick.” She didn’t seem convinced. “Usually when I’m sick, my mother’s soup makes me feel better. She sent it to me because flu season is starting.”
For once she felt herself giving him a small smile. Not a sarcastic one, or a fake one, or a smug one. It was genuine. “Thank you.” She said softly. He blushed a little and nodded. She guessed it was his way of saying you’re welcome and took it. A few minutes later she had finished her cup and set it down on the coffee table in front of them where Draco had placed his thermos. She felt her eyelids become heavy and yawned. Before she new it she seemed to be slowly tipping over until her head found something that resembled a pillow and she fell into a deep and comfortable sleep.
Draco looked down at her sleeping form. He wasn’t sure why he had helped her, why he had cared, or why he was even allowing this but he seemed to like it. She had her head on his lap and was fast asleep. Her soft, steady breathing relaxed him and soon his head fell back and he fell asleep too, totally unaware of the small group of Gryffindors entering the common room…
.:+End Chapter 2+:.
Ugh, that was the first time I ever wrote a lemon! I hope it wasn’t too bad! And I was going to wait for something cute and romantic like the end of this chapter to happen later in the story because I want this to move a little slower so I’ll very gradually start increasing these little moments but I’ll be adding more arguments and things like that that will stall the relationship. Even though I’m still not sure if she’s going to end up with Harry or Draco. I love them both! XD Read and review please! No flames!