Well this is a new story I suddenly found myself writing at about 2 o'clock in the morning. I hope you guys like it :) Reviews are love!
5/10/15: So I am making edits to this story, don't mind me! I promise once edits are done I will continue writing!
Draco's eyes shot open.
The burning in his left forearm was growing. Damn it, he thought, it's the middle of the bloody night! He quickly pulled on his clothes and grabbed his black Death Eater robe and Mask before slipping out of his private Prefect dormitory. He glided through the hallway silently, looking determined and steeled as he headed down the corridor.
He wanted to move quickly, the Dark Lord would be angry if he took too long. The hallways were deserted; even Filch wasn't around at this time of night. Draco knew he could move without being detected. He made it up to the first floor with ease. He picked up his pace once he was on the ground floor. He could see the door in the distance, he was almost out. Just a few more...
"Malfoy!" he heard her spit out. Draco stopped in his tracks. Damn it! He spun around quickly. The bushy haired member of the Golden Trio stood in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest with a thick pamphlet of parchment in her right hand. He immediately took note of her attire, a thin night gown and a pair of slippers, the crazy girl didn't even have socks on. He smirked; he knew what he had to do to get rid of her. Honestly, he liked seeing her become so uncomfortable so quickly.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he said suavely. He stepped closer to her. He stuck out his nose and sniffed her. The scent of vanilla almost numbed his mind but he pretended to be repelled. "Smells like a dirty mudblood to me."
"Shut it Malfoy, I don't want to hear it, where are you going?" she asked impatiently. She stood up straight and looked unnerved by him. Draco circled her once, then twice.
"Well, Mudblood, I don't think that is any of your bloody business, so I suggest you go to bed and forget this ever happened," he said with a sick smile. "It would be in your best interest, that is." Her nightgown was just loose enough for Draco to peek down it. Hermione caught his gaze and pulled up her shirt. His smirk grew wider. Got her.
"You know you are breaking school rules, right?" she asked, trying to hide how nervous Draco was making her. She was still standing very talk. He responded to her question by backing her against the wall menacingly. His body was dangerously close to hers, she could feel him rubbing up against her. Only now did she try to make herself smaller.
"Are you aware that you are also breaking school rules, Mudblood? No Prefect has jurisdiction to be up right now, not even the Gryffindor Princess," he said into her ear. "So tell me, why are you up?"
Hermione struggled against him, but he had her pinned firmly against the wall. "Please, get off of me," she pleaded. She couldn't hide her nervousness any longer. Draco's eyes sparkled; he loved to make her squirm.
"No I don't think I will, you should feel lucky that I want to be so close to you, Mudblood," he said hotly. He could see the panic setting in her eyes. He decided to take his game a bit further. His hand fell to her waist and he gently caressed the slight curve in her body. He pressed up against the bushy haired Gryffindor girl, who responded by trembling slightly.
"Please, Malfoy, please don't do this," she begged. Her hands were quivering and her knees were absolute jelly.
Merlin, she's terrified, he thought. The Death Eater in him would have liked that she was so scared. He could take her right there in the hallway if he wanted. But his steel grey eyes locked with her chocolate one and he was immediately overwhelmed with guilt. Tears were falling onto her cheeks now, she was crying. She actually thought he was going to...
Draco stumbled backwards, trying to get away from her as quickly as humanly possible. Her body went limp and she slid to the floor with terror in her eyes. Her breathing was labored and her body was shivering from the cold of the castle.
The Dark Mark on Draco's arm burned again and he let out a low whimper before ignoring it. He knelt down beside the girl. Hermione attempted to back away from him by scooting on the floor, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. She let out a lower cry and Draco cursed himself. Be gentle! You frightened her enough tonight!
Draco let go of her arm and stared her in the eye. "Granger, please, I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered. The burning was growing; the Dark Lord was getting impatient. "Granger, please, I—I'm sorry, okay? Now let's get you to your common room before you freeze to death," he reasoned.
He took off his robe and wrapped it around her shoulders. Then, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and lifted her to a standing position. The terror in her eyes was still present as he held his arm around her and they walked slowly. The Mark was being relentless; he knew he would be punished when he arrived but he had to get her back to her room.
I don't have time to have her walking at this pace, he thought. On an impulse, he spun her around, scooped her up, and he carried her the rest of the way. The horror in her eyes when she turned and faced him was almost enough to make him turn away from her. She sat rigid in his arms.
But there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do to comfort her. He arrived at the Gryffindor Portrait hole and set her down. Without another word, he turned and ran down the stairs. He was almost out of range when he heard her.
"Why?"
He spun around quickly. "Why what?" he called.
"You could have done anything you wanted to me; no one would have heard me yelling. Why didn't you rape me?" she asked bewildered. Draco ran his hands threw his messy hair.
"I—I don't know," he said before running down the corridor. He didn't look back, just kept running. The pain of the Mark was making it hard for him to breath.
He arrived in the forest some time later and wasn't surprised to see that Professor Snape had left without him. He took out his wand and touched it to his Mark and was apparated to Malfoy Manor.
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"Forgive me, my Lord," Draco yelled as he coughed up blood. His body still twitched under the effects of the Cruciatus and it clouded his mind.
"Tell me, Draco, why were you so late?" the Dark Lord hissed at him. Draco collected his thoughts before answering.
"I was stopped by—by Mr. Filch, my Lord, he eventually backed down. Forgive me, my Lord, I tried to come as quickly as possible."
The Dark Lord strode over to Draco's body and violently lifted his head. He prepared himself for what he knew was coming. The Dark Lord pushed into his mind with a hard thrust, causing Draco's eyes to water. Fabricated images of himself and Mr. Filch flashed in his mind. The Dark Lord pulled out.
"Very well, Draco," he said angrily. He pushed the boy's head back down and walked away. Draco struggled to his feet, but found he was unable to support his own weight. The Dark Lord returned to his seat at the table, and Draco all but crawled to his seat.
"Friends, tonight we gather to discuss a subject that will surely disgust all of you," he drawled. "The Mudblood Granger." The room erupted into gagging and hissing. The Dark Lord put up his hand. "Now I know the very idea of her dirty blood is completely revulsive, but she may be of some use. I want one of you to try to break her." Bellatrix cocked her head to one side.
"My Lord, what do you mean exactly?" she asked in her obnoxious voice. The Dark Lord smiled.
"Take her innocence," he started. "And Potter will come running after us."
If Draco had not have been in that room surrounded by those people, he probably would have vomited. His thoughts drifted to those of Hermione trembling under him when she though he was going to try to take advantage of her.
Draco looked around the room; Rodolphus Lestrange had his hand in the air. "Yes, Rodolphus?"
"I will gladly possess the Mudblood Granger, my Lord," he said with a sick lust in his eyes. Draco suppressed a shiver; he knew his uncle was violent and evil. He would probably enjoying having the sixteen year old girl as his little slave.
Without thinking, Draco's hand shot in the air.
"Yes, Draco?"
"Let me possess the Mudblood, my Lord. I have known her since we were children; I know her insecurities, her desires, her emotions. Potter especially hates me. It will destroy both of them. Let me possess her, I will not disappoint." The Dark Lord smiled at him.
"Very well, Draco, it is October, you have until the end of the term to break her. By the end of the year, I want her here in my presence."
Draco nodded quickly. He turned to his father, who was looking very proud and it made Draco sick. He didn't know how he was going to pull this off, but he knew that he was a much better option that Rodolphus Lestrange.
XXX
Draco was allowed to apparate back to the castle before any of the other Death Eaters, since he was still a student. The pain in his side grew and he was sure that he had cracked a few ribs. He crawled back into the castle and hid behind an alcove to catch his labored breath.
His thoughts drifted to the deal he had made tonight. He had to break Granger, the same girl he could have raped tonight but he chose not to. He knew he couldn't do this, but the thought of her at the mercy of his uncle made him want to wretch in the nearest toilet.
"Malfoy?" he heard. Bloody hell! The girl had a robe on this time. She knelt down beside him, the thick pamphlet of parchment was sticking out of her robe pocket this time. "Malfoy, are you hurt?"
"No, Granger, I just like to crawl through mud and dirt, then lay on the cold castle floor for the fun of it," he said dryly. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Where are you injured, Malfoy?"
"I think I have some broken ribs, it's making it hard to breath." He watched as Hermione pulled out her wand and used some impressive wordless magic. The bones in his chest snapped back into place with a loud CRACK. Draco let out a loud groan.
They sat awkwardly for a few moments. "Go back to bed, Granger, otherwise this time I won't hesitate to take you," he growled. He expected her to run away, but the girl sat there staring at him.
"Get out of here Granger, I'm not kidding," he growled again. He tried to stand up quickly, but ultimately found that his legs were weak.
"Even if you wanted to, you're too weak to hurt me. But you don't want to rape me, do you?" she whispered. "Otherwise, you would have just done it before."
Draco gritted his teeth and stood up. Without another word he stalked off back to the dungeons.
XXX
"He volunteered," Severus said plainly. Professor Dumbledore paced back and forth in his study, shaking his head slightly.
"Severus, he is just a boy," he whispered.
"I realize that Albus, but what is done is done. The Dark Lord expects him to break her by the end of first term. There is no telling what will happen if Draco fails to complete his task, himself and Miss. Granger would be in grave danger."
"Why did he volunteer?" the old man asked. "You and I both know he doesn't have it in him."
"The other person who volunteered was Rodolphus Lestrange, in fact, a moment longer and I would have volunteered," the Potions Master stated. Dumbledore nodded grimly. Rodolphus Lestrange was a cruel and sick wizard, Hermione would be better off dead than as his toy.
"And why does Draco seem to have a soft spot for Miss. Granger?" Dumbledore asked. The pair had been mortal enemies since the day they stepped into Hogwarts. Severus rolled his eyes.
"He is a teenage boy, Albus; do I need to explain further? I, personally, saw this coming a mile away," he stated flatly. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"You saw this coming?"
"The boy has been talking about your Gryffindor Princess since first year. His hatred was bound to turn into affection sooner or later. He probably doesn't realize it yet, but it will hit him like a ton of hippogriff feces when it does," Severus said with a smirk.
XXX
Draco knocked on the door with a firm hand.
"Enter."
He cracked the door open slightly and peered inside. His godfather was sitting at his desk grading a bunch of third year papers. Red ink littered the paper he was currently working on, and Draco couldn't help but feel bad for the poor third year Hufflepuff.
"Why have you come here?" the voice said. Draco jumped a little, he was lost in his own thought.
"I um—I was just wondering if we could talk. You know—about my task," he spat out nervously. He watched his godfather put the quill down and folded his hands in front of him.
"I'm listening…"
"Severus, you have been giving me guidance ever since I was a boy, and I need your help. I knew I couldn't go to my father about this, he would disown me. Please do not judge me, and please do not bring me to the Dark Lord," he said quickly. Severus nodded. "I am aware that I volunteered for the job, but I do not think I will be able to—to rape Granger."
Draco was confused when he saw his godfather smile at him. Oh Merlin, he's going to turn me in! he thought. Panic set in as Draco thought about how he would be killed when the Dark Lord found out how much of a failure he was.
"Draco, you will not have to rape Miss. Granger," he said. Draco let out a sigh of relief. "But you will have to do exactly as I tell you to do, is that understood?"
Draco shook his head and listened carefully.
"What you have to do first, is get the girl to trust you."