Spellbound (Dramione Smut Story)

Chapter Two

Draco

I lead Hermione backstage, blocking her view of my fellow strippers' body parts whenever we passed one. When we reached my dressing room, I closed the door behind us.

My dressing room was different from the other guy's. It was larger, with a leather couch in the center, a closet on one wall, a makeup table and desk on another wall, and finally, a wall full of pictures and posters of myself.

I quickly pointed my wand to the wall, scattering myself in all of my moving pictures before Hermione could see. When she turned around, she gasped.

"This place is..." she paused, trying to find the right word. "Spacious."

I laughed. "For a dressing room... Yeah, it is."

"It's very nice, though." She said, wandering over to the couch. Her hand moved down to brush the black leather.

I moved up behind her and whispered in her ear. "You can sit down, if you'd like."

Hermione gave a snort. "I'm not looking to lose my virginity tonight. Sorry."

I stepped back. "No, I wasn't saying sit down because of that."

She turned and smirked at me, placing one hand on her hip. "Oh, really? 'What's your name?', 'This one's for you, Hermione!' Seriously? I'm not stupid you know."

I raised my eyebrows. "I just... That's my job, you know. Taking off my clothes for girls? It's kind of what I do to make money."

"Hmm," Hermione mused, placing a finger on her chin. "And I'm sure you make special little dedications to a special somebody every night?"

I shook my head. "This'd be the first time."

"Really?"

"If you're just here to ridicule me, why did you bother coming up?" I asked, my heart sinking.

Hermione's smirk was wiped clean off her face. "I didn't think you'd actually-"

"No, go ahead! Bully me some more! I have to put up with people like you all the time."

"I'm sorry." she said, as I turned away from her. "I'll... sit down now." There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between us. "I don't see how this would make you feel any better, but I was bullied when I went to school. So, I should have known not to attack you."

I turned, suddenly interested. If I were to build a relationship with Hermione, I might as well know what she thinks of me, or rather, what I used to be. I stepped over to the couch.

"What were they like?"

Hermione shrugged, flopping onto the soft leather. "They were... childish, for one. They picked on me because my parents are muggles." She looked up at me, searching for an unfriendly reaction. A reaction like the one I was raised to give. Instead, I stood there, my arms behind my back, and nodded. "For years, they tormented me and my two friends.

"But they were so weak. One of the three is dead. The others should be in prison. Though, I don't know what happened to the leader... he was the weakest."

With a pang, I realized she was talking about me. I found it strange that I didn't want her to stop. "Tell me more about this leader," I said, sitting onto the couch next to her.

"He was..." she paused, searching for the right words. "Petty. And evil, and cruel, and selfish. That was just how he was brought up to be. He teased me, called me Mudblood, spread rumors, and did the exact same to my friends, all to make him feel better about himself." She stopped speaking, crossing her arms angrily.