Hidden Dragon
This is my first fic for this site, and my first attempt at a Harry Potter story. It'll be a Hermione/Draco one, because they just seem so…right. Anything else is boring. I'm sorry. I'm not to sure where I'm going with this story, so bear with me. The really 'dirty' scenes will be later, after I get up the guts to write them, lol. I'm hesitant to do it, because I have to save this on my computer, so…You never know. Parents could be snoopy, eh? With that note, welcome to my story, and review please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the title! I got it (sorta) from my 'bestest' friend's screenname, even if he spells it differently. *Is suddenly realizing there is a movie with Hidden Dragon in the title…* Hell, the whole plot isn't even really even mine, since so many people have written before me.
Chapter One: That's Pretty KinkyHermione rested against a large tree, with bits of the sun peeking through. She closed her eyes, letting the sun's warmth caress her skin.
Just as she was drifting off, the warmth on her face was gone.
Slowly opening her eyes, Hermione glanced up to see the source blocking the light and heat.
Squinting, she saw a familiar platinum blonde sneering at her.
"Malfoy, I'm cold. Please move, you're blocking my sun," she told him, politely.
She wasn't in the mood to bicker.
"Granger, were you catching up on your beauty sleep?" Draco asked, in his usual drawl. "Because, I hate to tell you, it won't do you much good."
Hermione clenched her jaw, and repeated herself. "I'm cold, and you're not helping."
Draco smirked. Stooping down to eye level, he gripped her wrist tightly. So tightly, a bruise would undoubtedly be there tomorrow.
"I wouldn't complain of being cold, mudblood, because I may have to change that."
"How so, Malfoy? Insult me to death?"
"Don't push me, Granger. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Hermione tilted her head, smiling. Playing dumb, she said, "I'm afraid I don't, Malfoy."
"For the supposed top student, you're pretty dim. But then, what could I expect from a mudblood like you?"
Hermione shrugged simply, her eyes wide with innocence.
She took immense pleasure in forcing him to say the words he was dancing around.
"It's not much of a threat, if I don't understand where you're going," she nagged.
Draco sighed. "Sex, Granger. Honestly! I'm sure even you know I'm the sex god of the school." Leaning in closer, he added in a soft whisper, "I could make you scream."
Then he straightened back up, smiling smugly.
She was taken aback at his crude comment.
But, anxious not to miss a beat, she replied, "Scream what? For mercy? Out of disgust?"
He tightened his grasp on her wrist, not failing to make her notice his iron grip.
Grinning wildly, he leaned forward again, until she could feel his breath on her neck. He darted out his tongue on her ear, making her squirm.
"My name," he hissed, into her ear.
Hermione shivered, staring at his steel eyes, as he backed up.
Draco wore an amused smirk on his face.
Hermione refused to let him get in the last word. "I thought you'd never touch a mudblood like myself, Malfoy."
His eyes turned to ice, piercing through her. "I'll make an exception on you…to see the looks and reactions of precious Potter and Weasel. Not to mention, the delight I'll take in making you mine, watching you squirm with restraint."
"In your dreams," she spat.
"In my dreams? No, in my bed, Hermione. You're gonna be afraid of the strong feelings you're gonna have. That's a promise, Granger."
She stared fiercely at him, as he sprung up, whirling around. Hermione watched his robes billow out behind him; never catching the fact he used her first name.
~*~
Draco stared into the mirror of his Head Boy bathroom.
He gripped the sides of the sink, unable to believe what he said to her.
He wasn't quite sure what came over him, but all he knew was it was going to happen.
"Stupid mudblood bitch," he muttered, wiping down the sink in frustration.
"I'll soon teach her not to—"
"Talking to yourself, Malfoy? I knew you were crazy, but come on. I gave you some credit. This kind of thing could earn you a spot next to your precious mother in St. Mungo's," teased a voice.
Draco felt the anger flare up, and before she could even blink, he was standing before her, glaring.
"Stupid bitch," he growled at Hermione, pinning her against the wall. "Don't you ever talk about my mother like that!"
Hermione smirked. Showing unbelievable courage, she retorted, "Oh, really? I think it's fair, really, what with the way you talk about my family and I."
Damn that Gryffindor courage.
Draco brought his head close to hers, to the point where their noses touched.
"Don't push me tonight, Granger," he told her, in a warning tone.
"Oh? Like this?" she asked, shoving him hard.
His eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he had pinned her against the wall again. This time, he took advantage of his iron grip.
Hermione winced in pain.
"Exactly like that. By the way…how the hell did you get in my room, mudblood?"
She grinned. "Your password is kinda obvious. Besides which, I think someone's jealous."
Draco growled, pressing his body close to hers. "I'm warning you. One small step out of line, and you'll regret it."
Hermione grit her teeth, glaring at him. "And what will you do?" she challenged, staring at their closeness.
He stepped back. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it," he replied, sarcastically.
"But I thought you just said I was ugly an hour ago," she said, innocently.
"Don't be dense, Granger. Get out."
Hermione stared at him. "What if I don't want to?" she asked, in a low voice.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about? You hate me, I hate you. Now get out!"
She crossed her arms, and sat on his green satin bed. "No."
"You're gonna regret being stubborn, you wench."
Hermione giggled, when he shoved her down on his bed.
Draco froze on top of her. He peered closer.
"There's no way you're Hermione," he accused the girl before him.
"Don't I look like Hermione, though?" she replied, her eyes wide.
"You do…but you're not her."
On cue, her features began to change.
"Pansy?!" he shouted, jumping off.
Pansy giggled. "That's pretty kinky, Drakkie. Honestly. You were going to screw the mudblood?"
Draco took a step back. "Are you stupid?" he spat. "That's a warning." Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "How did you know about this afternoon?"
Pansy shrugged. "I was watching."
"You're not smart. How did you make the Polyjuice Potion?" he demanded.
She flinched at his harsh tone. Insulted, she replied, "I threatened some smart kid to do it."
"But why? For God's sake, I hate the stupid whore!"
"Wanted to see how long it would take you," she smiled. "I'm pretty surprised, actually. I didn't realize you were so passionate about the freak."
Draco snorted. "Passionate? Hardly. She just pissed me off, that's all. Now get out."
Pansy's eyes widened in surprise. "But why?" she whined.
"You insulted my mother, get the fuck out."
She pouted, and crossed the room to the door.
"I'll remember that when you come crawling to my bed, Drakkie!"
"The day I crawl to your bed is the day I fall for that stupid Gryffindor wench," he muttered to himself, when the door slammed shut.
~*~
Harry stared at Hermione, in worry. "You ok?" he asked her gently, touching her shoulder.
Her head jerked up. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine," she replied, distractedly, poking at her food.
He looked over at Ron, even more worried than before.
Ron was wolfing down some turkey, and then he stopped, looking up.
"Mione?" he prompted.
"I'm fine!" Hermione insisted, irritably.
Ron shrugged, turning back to his food.
"Ron!" Harry hissed, elbowing his friend.
"Hermione, honestly. Are you ok, for real? You're starting to worry me," Harry told her, in a pleading voice.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I may not be hungry, and you're not my father?"
Harry jumped back, surprised at the bite in her tone.
Seeing the look of hurt on his face, she mumbled, "I'm sorry."
With that, she gathered her things, and strode out the Hall.
"She's right, Harry," Ron said, muffled through food. "But, I see your point, too. Should we follow her?"
Harry shook his head. "She'd just get even more mad at us, Ron."
~*~
Draco stared, smirking after the Gryffindor stalking out the Hall.
Just as he thought, he had gotten to her, shaking her to the core.
"Drakkie?" cut in a voice.
Draco visibly tensed, before turning to Pansy.
"Leave me the hell alone, you stupid whore. Didn't I make it clear this afternoon I didn't want your company?"
Tears came to her eyes, as she stared at him.
"Fine, then!" she exclaimed, jumping up.
He sighed in relief, when she followed (not intentionally) Hermione out the Hall.
"Wow, Draco, you were really mean," Goyle stated, staring after her.
"Since when am I not, you stupid git?"
Goyle shrugged, his eyes still focused on the swinging doors.
"Why don't you just follow her?" Draco spat.
Goyle got up, motioning for Crabbe to follow him.
Finally, Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber had gone.
Draco ran a hand through his blonde hair, sighing. Something was different, but he couldn't quite figure what.
Of course, he realized Goyle had a little crush on the girl who had slept with just near about everyone.
But no…it was something else. Something else was plaguing his thoughts, bothering him to no end. (A/N: No, it's not what you're thinking. I mean, really! I said this would be cliché, but do you really expect me to get to the sap so soon?)
He shrugged it off, in true Slytherin/Malfoy manner.
Draco turned back to his food, slightly aware of the conversation surrounding him, and the gazes of all the girls on him.
~*~
Hermione walked, rushed, up to her portrait, before practically yelling, "Stupid git" at it, waiting for it to open.
"You!" yelled a hysterical voice.
She whirled around, staring at the girl in shock. "Leave me alone, Pansy."
"YOU!" Pansy repeated. "It's you who has him all worked up!"
"Who?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow, amusedly.
"My Drakkie!"
She had to stifle a laugh. "I'm afraid you're confused. "Draco and I have not come into contact for a long time."
"This afternoon. I saw you!"
Hermione shook her head, eyeing the girl in hysterics. "Go to your dorm, before I deduct points, Pansy."
Pansy glared at her, wide-eyed. "I hate you."
She shrugged, far from caring.
Suddenly, Goyle and Crabbe rounded the corner.
Hermione had never been so happy to see Draco's stupid cronies.
They grabbed Pansy, forcing her in the opposite direction.
Hermione sighed, glad for peace.
She entered her room, moving to the common room that they shared, staring at the door to her right.
It was the door that would undoubtedly lead her to a green-filled room, with all kinds of inane things.
Well, of course, a bathroom was there too, and was more white than green…probably.
It was the only door that needed a password in the entire castle. Well, besides the one leading to her room.
Hermione stared at the goldish-silver door, wondering what sort of things she could find on the other side.
"Why would you care what Draco's room look like?" she scolded herself.
Besides which, a password would be necessary.
She thought she might know a probable option, but was a little afraid to try it, beings as which Draco could burst through at any moment.
Which was a wise judgement on her part, because mere moments later, she heard the painting swing open. Draco fumbled around his room for the next moment, before she heard it open again.
Hurriedly, she rushed to her door to the outside, and peeked out.
Draco's silver-green bag was going through the halls behind him, heading in the direction of the library.
Sighing, she closed it, staring again at the door to his dorm.
Where's your sense of adventure?
When that thought crossed her mind, she marched to the door, forcefully saying, "Insufferable Potter."
Almost immediately, the door flung open. It kinda surprised her that Draco would let himself choose such a predictable password.
***
Well, this isn't as original as my first one, but I like it nonetheless. This was originally my first fic, so…
Anyway, please R/R! I'd appreciate it muchos.
And, soon, I'll be adding songs to the fics, so be happy…I'm a music freak.
Finally, I have 8-9 chapters typed, so for now, it'll be going pretty fast.
[Submitted: March 31, 2003~~Along with Chapter Two!]