Ch1: Beginnings
"I want you to kill her."
Those six words revolved around in my head, so jumbled up, blown out of proportion.
At first, they were whispered, and then shouted, until I thought my head would burst. I Could not kill her, I love her.
"Mud-Blood! Hey! Mud-Blood!"
Hermione turned around to spot Malfoy, waving a book and shouting at her.
"What do you want Malfoy," she snarled at him.
"You dropped something." He threw the book at her, hitting her square in the
chest. "Potty, Weasel," He snarled at them, as he stalked off with Pansy wrapped
around his arm.
"Malfoy." They glared at his back.
"What was that about 'moine?" Ron asked, wrapping his arm around Hermione's
tiny waist.
"I don't really know, weird though, wasn't it?" She stated, as she put her arms
around both Harry and Ron.
"Yeah, very weird," Harry agreed, "Wonder what he's up too."He then put his arm
around Hermione as well.
"Well, whatever, I'm starving! Let's go eat."
"Ron! You're always hungry," She laughed, "How do you keep that figure!?" She
joked.
"Hey! I work out!" He offensively shouted, squeezing her a little.
"Yeah, only on your stomach," she laughed again, earning a glare from the offended
red-head.
'Humph' He pouts.
"Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later. I just remembered that I needed to go to
the library for a minute."
"Okay. See you at dinner." They both waved at the same time.
'What is Malfoy be doing giving me back my book--wait a minute--this isn't
even my book! What the--'
She flips through the book, and lands on a chapter
entitled: 'lies' with a folded piece of parchment on it. Slowly, she unfolds it, and starts to read.
Hermione,
Please meet me on the tallest tower, at midnight, on the 12th of the month. I shall see you there.
Signed hopefully,
Draco
'What's he playing at?' She silently screamed in her head. 'The 12th is tomorrow!
I will go, but just to hex the socks off him, away from admin eyes. Oh, and I'll
bring Harry and Ron, to back me up.' She grinned evilly, then looked back down at
the parchment, noticing some more under the signature.
P.S. COME ALONE.
'So they'll have to use the cloak. Good, Malfoy doesn't know about the cloak.
We'll have the element of surprise.' She laughed and headed back down to
dinner.
"Now you two have to remember to be quiet the whole time I'm with Malfoy. If I give you the signal, you can jump out and
attack then. Until then, stay hidden and quiet. We can't lose the element of surprise."
"Yes, MOTHER," They groaned and rolled their eyes.
She laughed, "Come on guys, It's nearly midnight."
"Malfoy," she whispered, "You here? Merlin, I can't see a thing. Lumos."
Immediately she saw the pale form of Malfoy dipped in shadows. He looked strikingly handsome, she admitted to herself.
"Did you come alone?" He whispered.
"Yes. Now what do you want?" She shot a glare at him, only to be returned by a new look, was it hurt? She stared at him
with confusion. Nevertheless, when she spoke her voice was as harsh as ever. "I said. What do you wa-"
"I know what you said, Hermione," he cut her off, his voice soft, "and I'm prepared to answer it fully, and explain, if I can."
He looked at her stone face, and took a couple steps towards her. He admired her courage and stepped even closer to her,
so that they were now only a breath away from each other. He admired that she didn't step back in fear, or that those
beautiful brown eyes of hers didn't even flicker. She held her ground, even though he could hex her at any moment.
"Well Malfoy?" She hissed. Her breath smelled of cinnamon. Her lips glossy, God he wanted to kiss them so bad, taste them,
feel them. He breathed and he smelled spring flowers come from her perfume. The wonderful aroma was dizzying.
"I love you Hermione," He breathed, and kissed her passionately. Her lips tasted of strawberries--he pushed deeper,
begging for entrance. To his disappointment however, she pushed him away and spat out the taste of him at his feet, wiping
her mouth, while glaring at him. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at him menacingly.
"Never again , Malfoy. I don't ever want you, and I never will. I hate you ferret. Whatever bet you have to try and woo me, or
whatever, won't work. I will never fall for any of your crap." She turned and started walking away.
"No…" He could not let her walk away; he needed her to understand. He loved her.
"Granger, if you walk away now, you'll never have another chance." He tried tempting her. Slowly, she turned around and
hissed at him.
"Good enough for me." and she stalked off. He ran up to her and grabbed her, turning her around roughly. In the shock of
the moment, he kissed her hard and rough, gaining entry through her numb lips. Gently, he started caressing her.
He noticed, however, that she was still frozen and un-responsive as a statue. Thinking on how to get her to warm up to him
he started touching her, un-buttoning her blouse. His fingers went down her skirt and started caressing her clit, his other
hand massaging her breasts and rubbing her hard nipples. He smiled, knowing that even though she was un-responsive,
her body wasn't. Suddenly, he saw a flash of light, before he was flung across the tower from Hermione, at once hearing two
angry voices. He looked up and saw Hermione from the glow of the moon. She looked more beautiful than ever; her blouse
was open, her white bra showing--half her breast slipping out-- her skirt disheveled, and her eyes glaring, sparkling with
tears. He suddenly felt sorry for what he did, and actually opened his mouth to apologize when he saw two boys standing
next to her.
"Potty, Weasel. You lied to me Granger. I like that, but unfortunately for you, now I can't trust you."
"Au-contraire, Malfoy. Now I will never ever be able to trust you. I hate you."
"Nice bra." He smirked.
"stupefy!"
"tarantella!"
"Impedimenta!"
Three flashes of light came from the three wands and darkness engulfed Malfoy, which he so happily embraced.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Ron asked, concerned.
"I knew we shouldn't have trusted that foul git," Harry glowered. Hermione just nodded and a small tear fell down her face.
"um… Hermione?" Ron blushed, "Your um… shirt… um…" He stammered his face as red as a tomato.
Hermione realizing that she was still half-naked blushed fiercely. She turned around and fixed herself up.
"Okay, let's leave this bloody git and go back to the common room," Ron cursed
"Okay, hurry up and get under the cloak, I think I hear Filch coming," Harry urgently whispered.
"What was he playing at? Foul git!" He roared, "But Hermione, why did you not fight back, before he 'stripped' you?" Ron
wondered.
"I was shocked and taken by surprise and I had a delayed reaction," she said, apologetically, starting to cry.
"It's okay Hermione, don't cry," Harry soothed her, and hugged her for a couple of minutes, before getting a look from Ron,
telling him that he wanted to be alone with her.
"I'm going to go to sleep now. Okay? Coming Ron?" Harry asked him, with a yawn.
"No, I'll stay a while with Hermione, if you don't mind?" Ron told him. Harry nodded understandably and left.
"'Moine, it's okay. It's going to be alright," Ron now soothed.
She leaned into his shoulder and they hugged for a while. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she told him that she was
going to bed. He gave her one last hug and kissed her on the cheek. She turned to him, a look of question and want in her
eyes, leaning in he kisses her passionately. She returns the passionate kiss and presses herself up against him.
'Not as good as Malfoy.'