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Beautiful Disaster 10 - Teasing Wench
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Beautiful Disaster 10
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Author: teasingwench (aka ashleyfanfic)
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 10/??
Summary: Veela!Draco discovers that his mate is the least likely person on the planet, a revelation that leads him and his father in new directions.
A/N: Big thanks to zephyr and del, without whom you wouldn't have the fic in front of you.

She felt out of control, needing a release. She couldn’t explain it. This feeling was more than she could ever remember feeling, and it was all at the hands, and mouth, of Draco Malfoy. Silver eyes stared up at her, watching her as she writhed and moaned as he worked his magic over her. She felt his hands everywhere, touching and teasing her until she was nearly mad with pleasure.

And when he moved away from her, she groaned, still aching for his touch. Then he took her, burying himself deep within her body. Her hands moved over his skin, needing to feel his flesh beneath her fingers. With every thrust she was sure she was going to tear in half. She never wanted this sweet torture to end; she never wanted him to stop touching her. She needed him to give her the release she so craved and knew that only he was capable of giving it to her.

She closed her eyes, still able to see him hovering over her, thrusting into her, filling her the way she yearned. She felt his lips at her pulse and shivered in his arms as she felt her climax growing closer and closer, when finally she went extremely still, finally everything exploded and all she could feel was absolute pleasure moving from her core to the tips of her hair back down to the tips of her toes.
He collapsed on top of her then suddenly disappeared, turning into nothing in her arms. She sat up quickly and looked around. She was still in her own bed and sunlight was beginning to stream into her bedroom. She placed her hand over her heart, hoping that it would soon return to its normal pace so she could make her way to the bathroom and clean up.

She hadn’t had a dream like that since the beginning of term, and to now have one, the day she had to meet Draco, was troubling. She didn’t know how she could look at him knowing that she had dreamed about him doing such erotic things to her. This was only the second time they were going to meet and if she was to tell him that she didn’t want to, he would want an explanation. She knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be able to voice the real reason and she was not a good liar.

She climbed out of the bed and looked over at her other dorm mates still sleeping. She made her way to the bathroom, still consumed by the thoughts of Draco hovering over her, kissing her, touching her, buried inside of her. She could almost feel his hands, his lips...him. It made her nervous, extremely nervous. She wasn’t used to physical contact with boys. There was the occasional hug from Harry and she was a bit more physical with Ron, but nothing like that dream had ever happened to her before.

She knew that she could probably walk up to Draco at that moment and tell him that she was ready for him to do all of those things to her and that he would have no problem with any of it. But she did. Getting that close to someone else, especially someone that seemed to radiate sex to everyone else around her, she didn’t know if she would be able to say that to him any time soon.

Sex scared her. It was so intimate a thing that she didn’t know if she could relinquish control or relax enough to ever really enjoy it. Even if it was someone she trusted, she still had trouble with the part where she was afraid that he would wander off and leave her wanting something from him, whether that be affection, comfort, or even...pleasure. She didn’t like the finality of sex. She was finding it hard to figure out what came after sex. What was there to look forward to afterwards? More sex? And then what would happen after the novelty of it wore off? Was that why there were so many failed marriages? People mistook lust and love so often and would end up making a huge mistake in the end.

However, she didn’t really have to worry about that. He would always want her. That was one of the assurances of being the mate of a Veela. She never had to doubt that he wanted her, needed her. She stepped beneath the spray of the water and sighed, wondering about the part that had bothered her about this whole mess in the first place. Could he love her? Without the Veela part inside of him, was he capable of loving her?

Draco smiled to himself as he stepped out of the shower. He was wondering how Hermione was feeling that morning after the surprise he’d given her. It was lucky for him that he’d woken so early even though he’d had very little sleep. He hardly cared about sleep when he realized the opportunity he had that morning. He decided that he would give her a very nice wake up call, and from the way she let go of all her inhibitions in the dream, he was sure she enjoyed it as much as he did.

She was unlike anything he’d ever met before. She was capable of keeping a secret if need be, but should a person go in looking for something in particular in her eyes, she was an open book. He’d catch her staring at him, or hitching in her breath whenever he was in the same room, both very good signs. She was driving him wild, it was good to know that he was having the same effect on her.

He dressed quickly, feeling rather hungry after that morning’s exploits. He wondered idly what she would do should she find out that he was taking advantage of her dreams, but quickly brushed that thought aside. He didn’t care, really. It was the closest he would get to touching her in the fashion he liked and he was willing to risk her ire just to do so.

He loved the way her voice sounded when she was aroused, as well. It took on this husky tone, demanding but full of need and lust. He couldn’t stand not being able to touch her that way on a regular basis; however, he was willing to wait as long as they continued along the same path. He wanted her to enjoy herself, become comfortable with him, and find that he wasn’t nearly the shit she had him made out to be. And when she was sure that she’d had him pegged all wrong, he would show her that his reputation was anything but exaggerated. He’d make good on every piece of gossip she’d heard about him. He smiled; she was all but his.


He walked into Potions and took the seat next to her, as usual. No one was in the class yet and he turned to smile at her, “Morning.”

She blushed furiously, “Morning.”

“You feeling all right? You look a little flushed?”

She mumbled a soft, “Fine,” and removed her book from her bag.

“Any ideas what you’d like to do tonight?” he asked as he examined his nails. He could see the scared look in her eyes and knew that she was recalling the dream. Good.

She shook her head, “N-No.”

He furrowed his brow and looked up at her, “You sure you’re all right? You’re acting a bit strange.”

She nodded, “I said I was fine.”

He nodded, “You did.”

It was that moment that students began filing in and he turned in his seat as Snape came billowing in after them. He really had to commend the man on making an entrance. When it came to scaring people just by the way you walked, Snape knew what he was doing.

Hermione stared at the book in front of her, hoping that Draco didn’t see right through her. She had several ideas about what they could do that night, and none of them ended up with her back in her dorm, alone. Instead they were in his bed, her clothes on the floor, and very much not alone. She quickly shook her head, unable to allow herself to be distracted by such things. Besides, she told herself, it was just a silly dream.

She looked up at Snape who was complaining about something, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but she found it increasingly difficult to pay much attention to him when she was so close to Draco. She tried not to make it obvious as she moved away from him, hoping that she could get far enough that the smell of his cologne wasn’t constantly swimming in her head. She didn’t think Snape would like it very much if she moved to the Charms classroom.

Draco cast an odd look at her, then back to Snape. She was being obvious, she realized. She was drawing attention to herself and she was trying her best not to. It was the stupid dream’s fault. She was perfectly capable of sitting beside him before that dream and now all she could think about was what it would feel like to have his hands parting her thighs and his tongue buried inside her.

She tried everything she could to settle her mind. She knew she was missing valuable information for the potion they were going to brew and all she could think about was Draco in lurid new ways. Being close to him was hardly helping.

“Miss Granger,” Snape bellowed, which quickly brought her attention away from her little thoughts. He startled her however, and caused her to spill ink over the table and to drip onto Draco’s pants and the sleeve of his robe.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Snape shook his head, “Clean it up while I ask someone who is less likely of causing destruction with the simplest tasks.”

Draco removed a handkerchief from his back pocket as he glared at Snape for being rude to Hermione. Everyone else would have taken it for him being angry with her for spilling ink on his clothes, and normally he would be, but she was leaning over the table, trying to stop the ink before it spilled on to the floor, putting her very close.

He heard her sigh, “Relax, all right,” he whispered in her ear.

She visibly stiffened and looked at him as he wiped at his pants, oblivious to the look she was giving him. She wanted to scream at him for not feeling as out of control at that moment as she did, and she really wanted to scream at Snape for scaring her out of her thoughts in the first place.

She took a deep breath and used her wand to magic away the ink, including that which was on his robes and pants. He raised an eyebrow at her, “Thanks.”

She nodded and sat back in her seat, waiting for the assignment to be handed down. She propped her head on her hand and watched as the notes for the potion appeared on the board in front of her. She was actually happy to see that it was long and complicated. She needed something to distract her from Draco.

It wasn’t until the end of class that Snape repaid everyone for disobeying some order he’d given at the beginning of class. Everyone except Draco and Hermione, and only Hermione because Draco had told her not to. She was still not sure exactly what it was, for when he grabbed her wrist to stop her, her mind flashed back to the dream and she was rendered almost catatonic when she thought about him, one short month ago, pining her to the wall and kissing her.

She noticed idly when she placed her potion on Snape’s desk that everyone’s potions were a greyish blue while her and Draco’s potions were bright blue. Evidently, Snape was checking to see if people were really listening to him and thank Merlin that Hermione had a partner who actually liked her.

“Back in your seats.” The students returned to their seats and Snape stood forebodingly at the front of the class. “Due to your utter stupidity, you will each research this subject and turn into me, by the next class, two feet on the history of this potion and it’s purpose in our everyday life.” Groans filled the classroom, “Silence. Add another foot. You’re dismissed.”

Draco collected his things slowly, hoping to get a word with Hermione before she ran off to join her friends. She was acting extremely out of the ordinary and was drawing attention to herself. The worst part of that was he felt a bit guilty for it. He was sure that she was acting that way due to the dream she’d had, but he couldn’t just go up and ask her about it. He had to use finesse.

Hermione tried to leave quickly, but he grabbed her wrist again, “Wait,” he whispered. She didn’t want to, but she did as he asked. She wanted this under control. She didn’t want him to have any sort of power over her and she certainly didn’t want him to know that the thoughts she was having about him were causing her to act this way.

When everyone, including Snape, had left the room, he turned to her, “What’s wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re fidgety and I’ve never seen you more distracted in a class the whole time we’ve been here. What’s the matter?”

She shook her head, “I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

Her eyes caught his and she quickly turned away, afraid that he would see right through her, “Have you ever...had a dream about someone...and it seemed so real...and then you have a hard time talking to them the next day?”

He furrowed his brow, deciding to play dumb for her benefit, “You had a dream about someone? What kind of dream?”

She blushed and stammered, making him realize that it really had shaken her off her usual game, “Uh...well, it uh...”

He smiled and whispered, “Was this...a sex dream?”

He didn’t think it was possible, but she grew redder, “Well...”

“It was...all right.” He pressed his lips together, “And...uh...who was in this dream?”

“Why?” she snapped.

He shook his head, “Just wondering. If it was anyone other than myself I might have a problem with that.”

“You can’t control whom I dream about,” she replied haughtily.

He smiled at her knowingly, and took her hand in his, “Yes, yes, I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said as he placed a kiss to her knuckle.

She shivered and stood, “I really have to go. I have to get started on that report that Snape gave us.”

He sighed, “Yeah. I don’t think we should have to do it since we did it right.”

She shrugged, “Well, he didn’t exclude us from the assignment, so we have to do it.” He stuck his head out of the door, and she looked at him oddly, “What are you doing?”

“Checking to see if anyone is coming.”


He turned back to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned in and whispered, “To make
sure I have enough time to do this,” he said as he placed his lips against hers. He moved his hands to cup her face as her hands grasped his robe.

He took her by surprise, and she wasn’t all that upset about it. The feel of his lips against hers was wonderful. The way his tongue swept across her bottom lip had her feeling like she could melt in his arms. When he pulled away, she felt herself leaning towards him, still aching for his kiss.

She opened her eyes slowly and stared into his, hoping that he would place one more kiss on her before he left the room. But her hopes were dashed as she heard students passing by the classroom on their way back to the Slytherin dungeons.

He sighed and released her, “We should both be going.”

She nodded, and walked out the door, “Are you coming?”

“You should go first.”

She nodded, “Right. I’ll see you tonight.”

He smiled, “Yes, you will.”

She gave him a soft smile before she left and moved up the stairs. As she emerged from the dungeons, she found Harry walking towards her, “What took you so long?”

She came up with an excuse fast, “My bag broke again.”

He shook his head, “You should really get a new one.” She nodded and walked with Harry down the hall, glancing back over her shoulder to see Draco emerge behind her and walk the opposite way. “Let’s get to the Great Hall. I’m starving.”


Draco tossed his book into the floor and it landed there with a loud thud, interrupting the quiet of his common room as he looked over at her, “I’m hungry.”

She glanced at him from where she sat on the sofa. She found his casual posture as he leaned back on his hands to be a bit disarming. He smiled and she turned back to her book, insistent about not allowing him to distract her from her studies. It had been Draco’s decision that they would work on their project that night, knowing that she would hardly be able to think of anything else unless she was able to complete it with post haste.

He tilted his head at her, unhappy about not really getting a response from her. He moved to his knees and leaned against the sofa beside where she was sitting, “Let’s go get something to eat.”

She shook her head, “No. I’m working.”

“It will still be here when we get back. What would it hurt to dip down to the kitchens, grab a bite, and come back?.”

“We could be seen.”

“So? We have the excuse of working together for Potions.”

She sighed, “I’m still working.”

He plucked the book from her hand and set it in the floor. She glared at him as he smirked, “Relax, I’ll give it back once you go to the kitchens with me.”

She folded her arms over her chest, “I’m not going.”

He stood and held out his hand, “Yes, you are. I’ll drag you out of here over my shoulder if I have to.”

“Oh, that won’t attract attention at all,” she said, rolling her eyes.

He took her hand and pulled her up from the sofa, “Quit being so stubborn and come with me,” he said as he pulled her along behind him and out into the corridor where he reluctantly let go of her hand. They made their way to the kitchens with no problem. The house elves were nowhere to be seen and he frowned, “Great. No one’s here.”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to one of the large refrigerators that sat in the corner, “How about ice cream?”

He shrugged, “Ice cream would work.”

She found a spoon and handed both the ice cream and the spoon over to him as she sat on one of the counters. He dipped the ice cream inside the container and smiled after he took his first bite, “Chocolate and vanilla swirl.” He held the spoon out to her, “Bite?”

She nodded and went to climb off the counter, but he was standing in front of her, spoon of ice cream held out for her. She leaned forward and took the spoon into her mouth, enjoying the cool taste that moved throughout her. But as she looked into Draco’s eyes, she suddenly felt warm, very warm. She wanted him to move away from her, but she didn’t. It was so confusing. She didn’t know what to do around him anymore. His mere presence was making her dizzy, and the way he was staring at her was making her feel...well, she knew deep down that it was arousal, but she couldn’t bring herself to mention it.

She looked away as he slipped the spoon between his lips and took great care in licking the utensil when he removed it. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was offering her another bite. She accepted, and found that she wasn’t able to tear her eyes away from his. His normally steel grey eyes had darkened to an almost coal like black that caused her to shiver. He placed the spoon into the carton and captured her lips with his. He moved between her legs and pressed himself against her. She moaned into his mouth at the feel of his body against hers.

He pulled away and she licked her lips, loving the taste of ice cream that his kiss left behind. He brushed a wayward curl behind her ear and sighed, “We need to go back to my room.”


“Because, I can’t kiss you here. There’s no way to tell whether or not someone might get hungry and make their way down here.”

She sighed, “I suppose you’re right.”

He helped her off the counter and he left the carton of ice cream sitting on a counter as they crept into the corridor and began making their way back to his room. She was trying with all she had in her to control her breathing, but wasn’t very successful at it. It was almost half way to his room when they rounded a corner, and a light from Filch’s lantern lit up the corridor. Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her into an alcove with him and waited for the cranky old man to pass. But as he looked down at Hermione who was pressed against him, he lost all thought of the man who posed a danger to their being discovered. His hand caught hers, as he listened to her labored breathing, hoping that he could control himself for as long as they were stuck in the small space.

Light slowly moved past them, as they remained undiscovered. She squeezed his hand letting him know that it was safe to exit and they ran the rest of the way to his room. Once inside the portrait, they were both bent over, trying to catch their breath and take control of the erratic beating of their hearts. She moved to the sofa and put her head in her hands, trying to ebb the pounding.

She looked over at him, “New rule, we don’t leave the room again.”

He looked up at her an animalistic grin on his face, “I could live with that,” he said as he made his way to her and took a seat beside her.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know. But I meant it that way.”

She watched him from the corner of her eye, waiting to see if he was going to make some sort of move on her. She sat up straight and frowned at her hands, “We’re lucky we didn’t get caught.”

He nodded, “Very true.”

“Wh-what could we possibly say if someone had caught us in the kitchen?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

She sighed, “That doesn’t work for me.”

“Look, I don’t have anything planned. If your friends find out, they find out. I doubt they’d run off and tell everyone that their best friend was snogging their enemy...”

“But the commotion they’d make about it would be enough to alert everyone.”

He raised an eyebrow, “This...between you and I, isn’t going away. Pushing it aside out of fear of what someone else might thing is out of the question.”

“You’re not being reasonable about this.”

“You’re being too cautious. We’re in the safety of my room. No one knows my password except for the two of us. Dumbledore and my father already know about…this. So, I think you can rest easy for the time being.”

She shook her head, “I’m just worried.”

“I know.” He pulled her against him, “But worrying won’t solve anything. It will only make you incredibly anxious and angry with me. I really don’t want that.”

She nodded, “I know. Neither do I. But you must be worried about something.”

“The only thing I’m worried about...is you not accepting the invitation to spend Christmas with my family.”

She leaned up, “I-I...let me think about it, all right. This is only the second week we’ve spent time together.”


She stood and fetched her book from the other side of the room. When she turned she was all business again, taking on her best teacher tone, “I think we should get back to work.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled at her anyway, “If we must.”


A/N: Thanks go out to Del and to Zephyr for all their help and feedback for this fic.


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inell From: inell Date: January 7th, 2005 02:10 am (UTC) (Link)
I love it! Ashley, I'm so glad to see another part of this one. I remember back during the summer when we brainstormed. *g* I want more now, of course! I just love the characterizations and the details and all of it!

lillithj From: lillithj Date: January 7th, 2005 03:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Yay! More! I've been thinking about this story and hoping for more.

I love Hermione's nervousness. She's in deep waters.
whensheflies From: whensheflies Date: January 7th, 2005 05:21 am (UTC) (Link)
omfg. ice cream. fdgonfo;hnjklfgknb.

I'm incapable of thought right now. So, I'll just leave with a simple Thank you so much for updating!

Beautiful Disaster was the first D/Hr fic that I read. It was the fic that converted me from that...er...*cough*canon*cough* ship that we D/Hr shippers do not speak of. :)
From: somewhatstellar Date: January 7th, 2005 07:14 pm (UTC) (Link)


Very good entry I love beautiful disaster I can't wait for the next chapter!
raffyv From: raffyv Date: January 8th, 2005 02:50 am (UTC) (Link)
He smiled at her knowingly, and took her hand in his, “Yes, yes, I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said as he placed a kiss to her knuckle.

Awww… so sweet yet so sensual.Blushy 2 I know I was getting kind of impatient before with the love scenes, but you’re doing the right thing by developing their relationship first.

I’m simply mesmerized by this story!
malena_sama From: malena_sama Date: January 8th, 2005 04:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Yay! Another Chap at last! ^____^ I love it, they look so nervous and... well, young and quite passionate of what are they feeling ^^ I love the icecream scene ^^
cy1992 From: cy1992 Date: January 8th, 2005 10:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Such a lovely chapter! *Big grin*
kitsu_fire From: kitsu_fire Date: January 9th, 2005 02:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Ahh... another chapter to sate my needs! Keep in mind this won't last long, so on with the next chapter! Beautiful writing, as usual.
From: jess_lovecat04 Date: January 10th, 2005 09:30 am (UTC) (Link)


The beginning of this chapter... GAH! *headdesk* And the brief scenes of them sneaking about the castle: Teh hotness!

(It's 1:26am here - I stayed up re-reading/catching up on this fic and every minute was worth it!)

I have to say, I ADORE this fic! You make veela!Draco so believable! And Hermione's reticense (sp?) is comepletely canon...

I can't wait for more! I hope you update soon!

(On another note: it was great seeing you at the chat! Anytime you'd like to pick apart HP theories, my door is open! LOL - I got locked out of the yahoo chat thingie, stupid bugger!)
fate_envies_us From: fate_envies_us Date: January 10th, 2005 10:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
*petulant child voice*

more kissing ashley!!!! more naughty naughty dirty dirty!!!!

*skips merrily away*
jinx15 From: jinx15 Date: January 12th, 2005 07:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hot dream. ~S~ I'm just wondering what Hermione will think if she finds out. ~lol~ Wonderful chapter.
From: just_dee Date: January 19th, 2005 11:15 am (UTC) (Link)
*takes a deep breath*

I am well & truely hooked! I followed a rec from Inell.
I sat down and read all the chapters today.
I just love this fic, I love how its written, I love the storyline, love love love it!

I cannot wait to see how it pans out!

Yay keep writing cause its wonderful :)

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