D/Hr 12th Day of Halloween: Intuition

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Title: Intuition 
Author: interpretthis
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
WC: 677
Notes: For day twelve of dramionedrabble's 12 Days of Halloween.  Prompt: terror. (DONE!  Happy Halloween!)
Summary: In which Draco gets the girl.
               

                Hermione’s heart raced, cantering along in time with her feet as she sped through the forest, fleeing her nameless, faceless pursuer.  She risked a quick look over her shoulder, glancing back to scan the woods for anything, anyone.  She cried out as she tripped, the weight of her flying into solid ground as the shadow overtook her –

                                                                            

                “Very good Draco.” Snape offered his prize student a sneer as his eyes swept Hermione’s face.  The girl’s lids were squeezed shut.  Pure terror hailed from the O of her slack lips, from the twist in her brow, from each of her delayed, shallow breaths.  Draco stood over her, spinning his wand to orbit her head with slow ease.

 

                “Thank you professor.” Draco’s smug smirk shone from his lips to his eyes.  Snape moved on to the next pair.

 

                “Remember,” he drawled calmly as he strode from student to student, criticizing here, jeering there.  “This is completely legal.  You are not controlling your partner, merely synthesizing their thoughts.  There are no lasting effects.”

 

                Draco could almost hear the professor’s “unfortunately” tacked onto the end.  His eyes gleamed as he altered his spell work, focusing in on a new scene to create in Granger’s mind.

               

                “EURGH!” Hermione’s eyes shot open with a violent start.  The rest of the class turned as one to stare, some of the previously bewitched snapping out of trances.  Hermione clutched at her chest, panting heavily, a rosy flush creeping up to her ears.

 

                She glared at Draco.

 

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                The imaginary kiss Draco had transferred to her mind plagued her for the rest of the day.  It was the same with each repetition, only worse because she was no longer under a spell - she knew she called it back on her own.

 

                Each time she repeated it the kiss got clearer.  Their surroundings were indefinite, blurry, but she could easily see their lips pressed close, his arm snaked protectively around her waist, her hand on the curve of his jaw.  She looked to be quite enjoying herself. 

 

                She left lunch halfway through, becoming increasingly panicked as she realized how very difficult it was to be in the same room with him, let alone ignore his stares and smirks.  She holed herself up in her four-poster with a book, trying to lose herself (and with herself her new memories), but for once its words didn’t hold her.

 

                She took a nap through the periods after lunch, which she had free.  She woke in the early evening to the pounding of rain against the window, blushing fiercely as bits of her dream bloomed from her subconscious.  She straightened her skirt and made her way through the common room, suddenly remembering the Halloween Feast as she spotted a splendidly carved Jack-O-Lantern on the hearth.  She eased her way out of the portrait hole and through the corridors, reveling in the balmy, comfortable rush of fine food as it wafted out from the Great Hall.  She made her way down a flight of steps and into the second floor corridor.

 

                He had her into the niche and against the wall before she could breathe, his soft, smooth, warm lips meeting hers with fluid, practiced ease.  She knew it was him – knew it without even looking – and it sent a pleasant shiver down her spine, straight through to her toes.  Her hands curled into his hair.  She felt the wall on her back and the length of him against her front, warm and solid.  The tang of pumpkin and a softer, muskier scent pervaded her senses as their lips slowly broke apart.

 

                “Scared you, did I Granger?” His voice rang with the typical Malfoy drawl, but his eyes spoke differently.

 

                “Hardly.” She grinned, feeling stupid and giddy all over.  “Surprise is not to be confused with fear.”

 

                “Surprise?  I thought I made myself clear this morning.” His lips ghosted over her cheek.

 

                Hermione cleared her throat.

 

                “Your actions certainly had the…desired effect.”

 

                “Works every time.” His lips curled as he looped his hand through hers.  “Fancy a bit of treacle pudding?”