Hi :) So this is my first Dramione… I really hope you like it :)
This is going to be pretty dark, to be honest, so I'll rate it M for dark themes, descriptive sexual content and other dark, graphic material, so reader's discretion is advised. With this warning, I hereby will not be responsible of any offenses that might be taken while reading.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of the characters are owned by J. K. Rowling.
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Imperio and Empire
Chapter I: Help me.
Her eyes were empty. Her face's reflection in the mirror looked like the visage of a person that had been put under sick Yugo. She was being controlled against her will; that she knew. But when it came to hearing his voice, her body seemed to ignore what she wanted: To escape from that place. To escape from that man.
But she had no other choice, but to obey.
"If only you had made it any easier for me, my love…" Those bitter words reminded her so of the spell he had put on her.
The Imperius Curse.
He knew she had never loved him. Not after the atrocities he committed, which he was completely aware of, had reduced her heart into blackish ashes. But as long as she obeyed and faked all of her emotions, he never cared. – As long as he had her warm body almost every single night, he continued to live under his new identity.
Draco Malfoy, the Darkest Lord of All Times.
Her name was Hermione Granger. She was the most respected and feared Mudblood. And this…
…Was her story.
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It had been this only one-night stand. And he felt that had been the biggest mistake of his life. He blamed himself, and every time his glance crossed the room, and saw the fire whiskey lying on the carpet, he did so even more.
The young man sat on the edge of the bed, his head resting in between his hands, in a moaning position. All of the three grunts he let out were heard around the big Prefects' master room, and they caught the attention of a certain brunette. She was lying on the same bed as him.
Their backs were facing each other, just to avoid one another's guilty stares. What had they done? Why did they do it? Those were exactly the questions crossing their minds, as they simply lay there. Silently.
Memories of the night before began to invade their senses.
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And there they lay, on the carpet: Two glasses by each of their sides, the two Gryffindors were drinking to forget about the roughness of those dark times. And if it wasn't enough, Harry had gotten into some serious relationship trouble that evening.
Both of them seemed to be distracted by the flames of the fireplace as they talked. After a couple of hours, and a couple of drinks, he sighed.
"I don't know, Hermione. I've talked to her about it. Many times. And it ends up in a horrible discussion. Every. Single. Time. I don't know what to do anymore."
The boy with the emerald eyes poured himself another round of fire whiskey. His fourth.
"You want to keep her from harm, Harry." She said, taking a sip of her drink. "As long as you know those are your intentions, anything you'll do is going to be-"
"-Fine, I know. I know." He sighed, "But it almost looks like she doesn't even want to understand that I'd be ending our relationship to protect her."
She looked at him, as his fist met the floor in a rough, frustrated motion. She gasped a little.
"Why? Why can't she understand that I cannot put her into that kind of pressure and worry? I want to set her free, I want to give her the chance to live a happy life! The life she deserves… I mean, look at me: A heartless murderer has been after me for years. I've been having horrendous nightmares, screaming and sweating while I was asleep. And when I finally wake up from these hellish dreams, the first thing I see is her scared face."
"Harry-"
"-Ginny's scared, Hermione. I don't only see that look on her face when I wake up from a nightmare. I see it constantly. She fears for me, and my life. But what if Voldemort plans on destroying every single person I love? He'd be after her, and he'd end up not only killing, but torturing her mercilessly. And I want her to be safe. And the only way for her to be safe is to be away from me."
"I know."
Hermione felt his eyes on her. She took the last sip of her third glass of whiskey, put it aside, and came closer. Harry looked at her, as she started stroking his cheek very softly.
"Help me, Hermione..."
And then, their faces so close, as they felt each other's breaths on their lips, so warm and inviting… Their gazes intensified in such manner, and they melted in each other's kiss.
And they melted in each other's arms.
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The sound of his steps leaving the room echoed in her head. The slight shriek of the closing door gave her goose bumps. Hermione looked at the clock on her night table: Half past six in the morning. It was her turn to get ready for the day, for she knew it was going to be rough.
Her slim figure stepped into the bath, and she tried to relax her muscles. The water was warm, its vapour was really therapeutic, yet it failed to loosen her up: She was as tense as the situation she was in, and her head was full of guilty thoughts. Ginny was supposed to be her best friend. Just like Harry. And now, she was going to lose them both.
Hermione shook her head, as she tried to make these thoughts fade away. She prayed for everything to end well. Of course, it was rather improbable, but hope died last. Maybe one day, if she was still alive, when the Magical War was just a distant memory, she'd forgive herself. And when the moment had come, Ginny and Harry could forgive her.
She found herself huffing at the improbability of that happening.
"Happy endings are only for fairy tales…" She mumbled to herself, "And I am not a princess."
All of a sudden, it hit her: What about Ron? Ginny was his sister. And sooner or later, she was going to find out. Her heart would break; she'd have many tears to shed. And knowing Ronald as well as Hermione did, she knew his heart would crack into thousands of tiny pieces, too.
Her head resting on her knees, as her arms braced her legs, the Gryffindor sobbed.
"Fuck…"
She thought about Harry. Surely he'd tell Ginny, but she was sure he'd talk to her before he did that. The girl wondered: Would he be angry as he talked? Saddened, maybe? Anxious? Depressed? Insecure?
Another sigh escaped her: Harry would probably tell her everything had been a big mistake, and that it was better not to keep any further contact.
For Ginny. Because he loved her like a madman.
"Fuck!" She swore again.
Harry loved Ginny with his entire heart. And he loved Hermione as well, yet in a very different way. And because of that night, no matter how things went; no matter whether Harry told Ginny or not, something in his heart would sting and burn with guilt. Guilt he would carry his entire life. And so he would be forever hurt. And she was sure he already was.
That speculation made her feel terribly anxious.
Hermione closed her eyes, trying to calm down. She breathed in and out, slowly. The water touched her skin, as its vapour pampered it. Finally, the slightest sign of relax appeared. Yet suddenly, the events of the prior night invaded her mind.
"Help me, Hermione..."
"Help me, Hermione..."
"Help me, Hermione…"
His plead echoed in her ears and caused her to blush. She couldn't deny she felt aroused by his imploring voice. And neither could she deny herself that little, guilty pleasure…
Her desire grew enormously within a second. One of her fingers started caressing her intimacy. Softly, slowly increasing the intensity with every minute passing by.
"Help me, Hermione..."
"Help me, Harry…"
And with one last moan, she came.
Never had she felt so guilty.
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AAAALRIGHT! I'll leave it there for this chapter. I know it can be pretty confusing, considering I said this was a Dramione, and not a Harmony… But you'll see the connection in further chapters, I promise! x
I really hope you liked it! :) Let me know what you think in the reviewing section, please, I'd highly appreciate it! xxx
Byeee! x - VanillaVanilline