Title: I Hate Everything About You
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: R (implied)
In response to Songfic challenge hosted by dmhgldws
She loves him and he knows it. She was stupid enough to blurt it out one day, screamed it at him actually. For a moment he just stood there, shocked. But then, the moment passed and his trademark smirk formed on his lips. Being an opportunist, he took full advantage of her situation. A deal was struck. And though she knew it was wrong, out of pure weakness, she agreed. It was a deal made with the devil, but she didn't care. She was going to get something out of it too. Unfortunately, right now, she couldn't remember what that was supposed to be.
Not love. Never love.
He was still there. Lying on her bed, sleeping. Spent. Empty potion bottles were scattered around the room. He always liked to try a few new ones during a night with old standbys.
Why she allows this to continue is beyond her. She stands at the window looking into the night sky trying to find the answer.
Those slate grey eyes that always look through her to find someone else staring back at him. She keeps saying that whoever he sees doesn't matter; it's who she sees that counts. But that's a lie. Who he sees does matter, but she's not allowed to tell him that. If this were to continue, she would always see him from behind someone else's eyes, while the real Hermione was stuck inside the shell she wore…just to be with him. She hated what he made her do, but she willingly suffered through it…for it allowed her to be with him.
She hears rustling behind her, then the small clink of glass hitting glass, and she knows. In a moment, he's standing behind her.
Still staring into the night she says, "We're done here, Malfoy. Please get dressed and go."
"You don't want me to leave, you want to keep playing. Besides…I'm ready to go again."
A shiver of expectancy runs down her spine. She slowly reaches behind her and tries to feel how ready he is, but he immediately pulls away.
"Come now Granger, you know the rules. No touching until you drink the potion."
She sighs and lowers her head, searching her heart for the right thing to do. She needs to turn away from him, continuing this will only destroy her.
"Tell me, who would you like to be this time?"
The answer rolls from her lips so quickly, it's as if her mind had no say in her decision. "It doesn't matter…as long as it's not me."
It was the same answer she gave him all night…every night. The answer he always expected
A knowing smile spreads across his face.
He reaches around and offers her the bottle.
She takes the potion. A lone tear streaks down her cheek as she prepares to become someone else…again.
As she feels herself change, Malfoy's strong arms wrap around her from behind.
"That's a good girl."