I've read a ton of fanfictions, and recently I've been forming this idea in my head. If there are any that follow this theme or anything like it, I have no idea and don't take credit for anyone else's idea. This was just something I thought up at work and I let it bloom from there so I could get my writing back up and going again. Things have changed for me so much so getting back to writing will help me stabilize myself. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you like this. ~E.L.D.
Blood.
That was the only difference it seemed.
It was the biggest and most significant difference in the world they lived in.
Hermione couldn't understand why her blood was any different than Harry's, Ron's or even Malfoy's; but, unfortunately, it was, according to the 'pureblood's'. She'd been dealing with the blood status difference since her first day at Hogwarts, and she was sure, even now after the war, that she'd still struggle with it, but in hopes that one day, future generation's would not even know the difference between one person's blood and the next just because of their background. Having gone back to Hogwarts to finish her schooling, before going on to higher education, Hermione found herself taking on many role's while the student's helped rebuild many things, the castle itself included, as well as Head Girl duties. She'd get up every morning, shower, dress and go down to the Great Hall where she would meet her friends, who also had come back, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get the Auror job's they wanted so badly.
After they ate, if it was a week day, Hermione would head off to class where she would sit dutifully, and dully until lunch, where she would go back to the Great Hall, eat and head back to classes. Once classes were over she would often time's go to the Library until dinner time where one or more of her friend's would come retrieve her and go to dinner, once again, in the Great Hall. If it was a weekend, she would often time's take her books out and sit by the Lake, away from other student's and read, not always were they textbooks either, no some were her favorite Muggle fantasy books, where she escaped what her life had become. This is where he found her, on a Sunday morning, leaning against a tree, staring out at the Lake, her book momentarily forgotten as her thought's, once more, traveled the familar path to blood status.
"My, my, if it isn't Little bookworm Herself. I was wondering why I hadn't seen you with Scar-Head and Weasel as they wandered around looking lost without their brain." An all too familiar voice reached her through her thoughts and she sighed. Just the person she'd been thinking about, again, for who knows what numbered time she'd thought on this subject.
"Well, if it isn't Ferret-boy wonder, oh and look at that, no croonies following you around like dog's on a short leash." She shook her head, wondering why she stooped to his level to banter. She made to stand up and move away but his hand on her shoulder stopped her from gaining any height in her endeavor. "What Malfoy, do you want this time." It came out more as a statement than an actual question. She was sure he'd come to harass her, like he'd done the first 6 years they had been in school.
"Can't I just stand here and be honest with ourselves? Merlin knows one of us has to, seeing as you're still living the fantasy that your on equal footing. I will say though, if it wasn't for your blood status, I would say your better than Scar-Head and Weasel, but at least they come from families with the right blood. Although," he paused and pretended to look thoughtful, "Weasel is still a blood-traitor after all, so I would say he falls in with the same league as your kind." She looked up at him and firmly slid back to the ground, his hand falling away from her. She tried oh so hard not to let his words get to her, she tried she really did. unfortunately though, her wand seemed to have less control than her brain as it whirled around and pointed itself at his midsection, in the one area every male fears to be touched in any manor other than for pleasure. He froze at her action, not scared, but also not chancing it now.
"What game are you playing at? Huh? I'm not one to be trifled with and I don't appreciate being toyed with. Leave me be before I hex you." He slowly moved back away from her and her wand before shooting her a glare and walking away. He spoke over his shoulder and she rolled her eyes at his words.
"You will be sorry you ever messed with me." His threats had never held any power over her since first year when she learned how to simply ignore him. Oddly though, their little taunting banter sparked something in her that she hadn't known was missing. She felt slightly more awake, slightly more alive after having words with Malfoy. She wasn't sure why, but since the war had ended, it took her this long to realize that something had gone wrong with her psych. Not that others noticed though, they only saw what they wanted to see. She sighed and ran a hand through her bangs, pushing them away from her eyes as she went back to staring out over the Lake.
About dinner time, she wasn't sure, the sun had started it's decent and the sky was moving from a nice baby blue to a deeper darker navy blue, with what little clouds there were in the sky lighting up in hues of orange, red and pink. If she'd been more herself she'd have marveled at the sunset, but strangely, in this state she'd come to be in since the end of the war, she just couldn't bring herself to care. She'd been in the same position, not having moved at all other than to blink and breathe, since she'd lulled herself into a sedated mindset with her thoughts shortly after Malfoy had left her there. She didn't hear the voice of her friend calling out to her at all, oddly it seemed only Malfoy's voice had been able to shake her out of her innermost thoughts. She, in fact, didn't notice anyone was before her until Ron was kneeling down in front of her and had her by the shoulders, gently shaking her. She snapped her eyes to Ron and blinked a few times before looking around, a slight frown on her face.
"'Mione, it's dinner time. You going to come in?" He asked with such sweet feeling that she almost smiled, she did only after a moments thought that she should be acting more like her old self so that people wouldn't start bothering her with annoying questions such as 'are you ok?' and 'you feeling well?', she just couldn't handle that right now.
"Yes, yes, I'm coming in." She got up, ignoring the hand he held out to her, which he awkwardly waved around a moment before shoving both his hands into his pockets. She didn't like how fragile he was treating her, after all they had been through, the torture she had endured one would think that he knew she wasn't a fragile person. Although, looking at her now, seeing her thoughts and knowing her feelings, one would probably assume she is fragile. Maybe she is, after all, she did seem broken right now, and broken things always tended to be fragile, until fixed or trashed. They went in to dinner, walking side by side she could tell he wanted to put his arm around her, so she moved a bit away from him, just out of arms reach, without it seeming to be on purpose, just a slight distraction in another direction. Once they were in the Great Hall and seated amongst their friends she smiled more and conversed with everyone else, though inside she was just the same as before. She looked up from her plate as Ron said something and somehow managed to catch the stare of Malfoy.
They locked gazes for a few moments, long enough for only a couple of people to notice, before he broke first and looked away at something Nott was saying to him. She studied him for a moment longer. His hair wasn't long, in fact, it could have been the same length, but the way he left it be made it look longer than before. His silver eyes held a look that said 'stay away and I'll only bite softly' but upon closer inspection she could tell it wasn't what was really there, she'd have to be closer to see for certain, but she was certain there was actual emotion to Malfoy. His body language suggested that he'd rather be somewhere else, but his near smile suggested otherwise. He was a walking contradiction and this puzzled Hermione. She looked away before anyone could say she was openly staring at him. Ginny looked at her and then at Malfoy before smirking, she'd seen their shared look and how Hermione looked at him when he looked away, she could tell something was going on, even if the two weren't aware of it yet.
Sighing Hermione turned to Ginny, who had started talking to her about something she'd read in one of her textbooks and listened a little more intently than she had been. When Ginny finally asked her what she was meaning to Hermione just smiled a weary smile, answered and then excused herself before getting up and heading out of the Great Hall. She was just entering the common room to the Head's Quarter's and turning in the direction of her staircase when she froze. She couldn't move and she couldn't talk, no screaming, not even a whimper. She heard a chuckle and knew who it was that hexed her. Malfoy levitated her further into their common room and once the portrait was shut behind them, he made sure they wouldn't be heard by casting a silencing spell on the room. She knew when he took the spell off her because she could move her body, but he'd made measures against her getting up and leaving by binding her feet to the carpet he'd moved her onto.
"Now, now, don't give me that look, I did say after all that you would be sorry. Didn't I make myself clear?" He circled her and she had to hold back the retort that was on the tip of her tongue. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction in this at all. If he wanted a rise out of her, he would be sorely disappointed. She couldn't see him as he'd circled behind her on his 4th time around her, and she raised an eyebrow when he didn't come back around to keep circling her. Instead he stepped up behind her, so close that the heat from him radiated off him and onto her, seeping into her, giving her what she needed. "I asked you a question." She smirked, one that could rival his signature 'Malfoy smirk'.
"You don't deserve an answer." he apparently didn't like that answer as his left hand came up out of nowhere and circled around to her front just to wrap around her throat, squeezing with enough force that she knew she had to be careful. She didn't freeze up, on the contrary she seemed to melt into him at this point. In the back of her mind something, some warning, some alarm was going off telling her she shouldn't be reacting to him this way. He seemed to pause at her reaction to his touch and she could hear the 'hmm' as he considered what to do now.
"You like it when I touch you." It wasn't a question, nor was it simply a statement. It was the truth. Somehow she knew she should be pushing him away, pulling her wand out and hexing him to the next century, or back a few. When she didn't answer or make a single movement his hand shifted and her head was forced up some and the simple action, one that should have scared her senseless, made her moan, the single sound made him freeze as he wasn't expecting that reaction at all. She mentally chided herself for the way she was behaving, she just couldn't help it. He wasn't treating her like her friends did, she wasn't 'fragile little 'Mione' to him, she was his enemy, someone he was meant to fight and that meant fragility was not taken into account. Something was seriously wrong with her if him being rough with her seemed to be the only thing that made her feel alive. "You do. Hmm..." He gently caressed her side with his other hand and she snorted. "No gentleness then, got it." He gripped her hip and she shut her eyes at the sensations that hit her. Pain, most definitely pain, but not an over abundant amount and it oddly felt good, he did it again and she moaned. "Little Miss Bookworm, one-third of the Golden Trio, Scar-Head's best friend, Gryffindor Princess likes it rough. This is something most intriguing." He chuckled as he leaned down and breathed into her ear as he whispered the last bit. She shivered, a reaction, like the rest, she just couldn't help.
"What is it you are getting at? I don't have time to sit here and play games with you, I have more important things to be doing and more important people to see." He scoffed at her and she could feel the grin spreading across his face which was now nuzzling her neck. This action sent goosebumps along her body, shooting down her spine and into her legs, almost making them buckle. She clenched her jaw and didn't let that happen, any further weakness he'd find in her he'd certainty use against her, as he already was.
"What I'm getting at, Granger, is the fact that you seem to be a contradiction in itself. You are little Miss Perfect, but you have a secret, you like to be man-handled. Isn't that right?" He actually asked her something this time and not assuming things, which in his case his assumptions were correct.
"So what if I do? There's nothing wrong with having certain preferences." She tried to turn her head but he held it firmly in place.
"Does Weasel or Potter know of your 'preferences'?" She snorted in answer and his grin turned into a smile against her skin. "Didn't think so. I wouldn't put it past them to not actually know what turns on their little ''Mione'." She rolled her eyes but gave him no satisfaction of any other kind of response. The way he said her name irked her though, she actually would probably prefer him to call her Mudblood than speak her name in such a way again.
"Oh, Draky-poo, you wouldn't nark on me, now would you." She asked in as much a sarcastic tone as she could, not even bothering to actually ask the question, just throwing something back in his face. He growled against her throat and she had to swallow the moan that was trying to escape. He pulled away slightly and his hand on her throat moved down to head to her breast, she was sure, but she didn't give him the pleasure of fondeling her, or 'man-handeling' as he'd put it, any longer. She swiftly started to crouch, turn and elbow him as hard as she could in the ribs and that quickly made him back up a step, in which it distracted him enough that she was able to reach for his wand and unbind her feet. She faced him, pointing his own wand back in his face, and managed to get a glimpse of something other than pain and anger on his face for a split second before his eyes closed and he slowed his breathing down. She blinked, was that... no... it couldn't have been, then, what was the emotions that she'd seen flitting across his face just then? As he opened his eyes his countenance was calm and controlled and he slowly stood up straight.
"Do it then Granger. Would hexing me make you feel better? We both know there is something you're not admitting to yourself." He stepped closer to her. "Or would having me be rough with you, hold you in such a tight grasp that it borderline's pain, make your blood boil and hear the things you know you hate just so you can feel something?" Another step forward, she didn't move, just watched him. "We both know there's something wrong with you. I've watched you for the last couple of months, you aren't the same spunky little spitfire you used to be, in fact, your fire has all but died down. Why? Why is it that one of the world's saviors is facing the world with nothing more than a bare minimum grasp on reality?" She shook her head and took a step back. "Does knowing that I still care about blood status, and that you are still below me affect you?" her nose flared and he took a step toward her again, her hand gripped the wand tighter. "You are nothing more than a mudblood, and not worthy of being in this wizarding world!"
By the time he'd taken the final step toward her his voice had risen and he smacked the hand that held his wand away; knocking it out of her hand and across the floor; and reached out, pulling her close to him in a tight embrace that knocked the breath out of her. Their breaths mingled and she could smell him, could feel him, knew how this was affecting him by the slight bulge she felt that was hidden in pants. Somehow he knew what to say to her to get her blood pumping, her body to awaken and she didn't know how to react to it. She pushed against him, somehow having gotten her hands between them. He closed his eyes and moaned, somehow the feel of her hands on his chest felt good and even though she was pushing him away, he didn't want to let her go. He growled at her when he closed his legs quickly around her rising one and put one hand down to make sure it didn't rise higher. Without warning he'd picked her up and slammed her against the closest wall, five paces from where they'd been standing. The breath left her and she groaned, her head falling forward slightly. She realized soon enough that he'd also picked her up and had her legs wrapped around his waist.
"If you..." She panted, still trying to get her breath back after every other word, "hate me... so, then why... why are you touching me... me so? If my blood does... does matter to you..." She groaned again as she shifted against him, becoming more aware of his manhood pressing harder against her, she pushed up against the wall enough to glare at him in the eyes, "then why do you look like you want to have me for your next meal?" She cocked an eyebrow at him and he chuckled, the sound reverberating from low in his chest, part of which was connected to her and she could feel it, she had to suppress a moan at the feeling.
"I guess, Mudblood, we're both fucked up in the head." She looked at him for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"For once I think we agree on something." He laughed. Full on laughed and it took her by surprise. Her eyes widened and she moved further into the wall, not as if there was much room, she was pressed against it pretty hard. She shifted again, her hands finding a hold on his upper arms and his laugh quickly stopped, turning into a throaty moan. His eyes had closed and when he opened them they held a fire that she wished she still held in her. Maybe he'd be willing to share, or... reignite that spark in her.
"You do realize that I'm not letting you go until i punish you." She smirked and tilted her head slightly.
"I don't expect that there is a way to get out of a punishment once you're caught." He looked at her and shook his head. The heat between them was quickly dieing and he needed it to alive, to keep them fighting so that they could both lose control, Merlin knew they both needed it right now. He smirked before leaning in and whispering in her ear.
"Have Scar-Head and Weasel dipped into you yet? I don't think I want to bother with sloppy seconds, or, what's that term Muggles use... Oh, right, 'used goods'." She growled at his accusations. How dare he think she's nothing more than a common whore who sleeps with the men in her life. She dug her nails into his arms and he hissed at the pain. He never was one to mix pleasure with pain, but with her, he figured it was a requirement. Good thing he'd gotten used to pain the last few years or he didn't think he'd be up to it, he knew his childish self wouldn't be up to this moment. He bit down on her neck, right below her ear, over her pulse point in retaliation to her nails, he was sure she drew blood, that's ok, because he did too.
She pushed off against the wall hard and fast enough it caught him unawares and they stumbled before falling to the floor, rolling as they both fought for power, who ever had it would win the moment, and right then, that's all that mattered. When he took a hold of both her hands, he wrapped his legs around her and rolled one last time so he was on top, her hands held captive above her head against the polished wood floor with him straddling her. She smirked at him and bucked up quickly, if he hadn't suspected she'd do something like that he was sure he'd be spewing profanities as he lay holding his most sensitive area. He moved up quickly so that her actions would not scar him in this instance, though he was sure she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.
He moved both her smaller wrists into one hand and with his now free hand he reached down and started tugging on her shirt. He was soon frustrated with the task and glanced around for his wand. It was about ten feet away and he accio'd it over with wandless magic he'd learned the previous summer. Hermione's eyes were wide when she saw him perform wandless magic and it didn't even register in her mind that he was slicing her shirt and skirt open. It didn't sink in until she felt his rough, calloused hands running up her now exposed side. He picked his wand up again and pointed it at her wrists, binding them together and to the floor, she screamed at him and bucked again, he caught her with his hands and held her down by the waist.
"Now, now Granger, we don't want to do this the easy way do we? Fight a little harder now." He grinned down at her and with a wave of his wand his clothes, and what rest of hers, disappeared. There literally, was no barrier between them now.
"How can I fight back" She grunted with the exertion used to fight the bonds on her wrist, "if I can't properly use my hands? That's a tad unfair." He smirked and moved between her legs so that their middle's connected. He didn't enter her though, not yet, he had a few more spells to cast. He pointed his wand at her stomach and wordlessly cast a contraceptive spell and at the both of them he cast a spell to prevent anything spreading, couldn't be too careful these days. He tossed his wand across the floor and with his right hand he reached up and wandlessly, and wordlessly removed the bonds, replacing them with his hands instead. "How chivalrous of you to cast those spells, we wouldn't want a demon spawn from this now would we." She snapped and pushed against him with her chest and hands. He pushed her back down and bit her neck again in the same spot as before, eliciting a pained moan from the readily unwilling witch beneath him.
This time when he moved his hand from hers, one of his going to her neck and the other supporting himself, she let her arms slide to his back, one staying close to his shoulders, the other straying closer to his hips. The whole time her hands moved though she was sure she used her nails to get him and the whole time he hissed in pleasurable pain. He moved his mouth his nipping kisses down to her breasts and bit down hard on one, she let out a small scream and her back arched off the floor. He was not kind with her, he knew they both needed it rough, not fast at all, but most certainly rough, and painful. It was the only way they could, no... would, survive this, survive each other, survive the world.
He moved back up her and took one searing look at her before capturing her lips in the most hateful, passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. As the kiss progressed soon they were nipping at each others lips, they hardly noticed that they started bleeding. When Draco lined himself up at her entrance he paused only to get a good enough grip on her waist before plunging straight into her. She screamed as the pain hit her and Draco stilled. He had figured, but she never clarified whether or not she was a virgin. He waited a moment longer before thrusting in and out of her, he could barely stand it, she was so tight and she kept pulling him in again and again. When her whimpers turned to moans he sped up, becoming rougher once again. He leaned down and bit her neck where it met her shoulder, he definitely drew blood then, the pain from the biting and friction and pleasurable pain being inflicted upon her where they met soon caused her to go over the edge. Upon doing so she bit down hard on his neck where it met his collarbone, she drew blood as well.
She pulled back, going limp for a moment revealing in her first orgasm, both to busy paying attention to their pleasure and pain to notice his blood dripping from his bite wound into hers. He bit into the other side of her neck, mirror of the other side, before flipping them both over and keeping a tight, firm grip on her waist he showed her how to ride him, and oh did she ride him. She went as fast and rough as she could. Her eyes closed the entire time, hands splayed out and clinching on his chest so her nails dug in drawing blood. Her bite wounds, both, were still bleeding and they dripped onto his chest, neither noticed this either as they both had their eyes closed, his head was thrown back and his shoulders raised slightly off the floor, her head hanging down and her hair covering their bodies like a brown, fluffy blanket. When they opened their eyes, they were both close, they could feel it, they wanted to see each other as they came.
Neither spoke, just moaned and moved with each other, him thrusting up into her and her impaling herself on him. Soon enough they both reached it and they both cried out as they managed to come together, a light pinkish, orange glow circled around them, going unnoticed by either as by the time they'd started to come Draco had flipped them over and was driving into her full force as the last of his seed filled her, and he shuddered once before collapsing on top of her. The glow dissipated as their orgasms abated and were breathing better than the pants that had filled the room moments before. Once he had enough strength in him he rolled over and stared at the ceiling. The only thought going through his mind was 'Shit, I totally just fucked Granger... This is not good, not good in the least.' The only thought in her mind was 'Wow, I can't believe I just had sex, borderline rape with Malfoy... and enjoyed it. I really am messed up in the head!'
The first to move was Hermione as she rolled over and shakily got to her feet, not even caring if he saw her or not. She went straight to the bathroom and went to the mirror. She gasped at what she saw, three bite marks, nasty and bleeding ones marked her once smooth skin. One on her breast, and two mirroring each other on her neck where it met her shoulder. She shook her head and turned around to head to the shower when Draco was suddenly behind her, causing her to run head first into his chest. He didn't steady her but let her do that herself as he checked his reflection before his eyes darted to her. He smirked at her and before he could open his mouth to make a comment moments of what happened hit him full on and his eyes widened and his jaw fell open before he took a step back away from her.
"What? What's wrong with you all of the sudden?" She asked him, suddenly slightly afraid, of what she didn't know, but he made it so she was by his reaction. It took him a few moments to get his jaw working, and a few more to get his mind to catch up.
"Blood..."
"What?"
"Our blood... It doesn't matter, Pureblood or Mudblood." He stated and started running his hands over his face and keeping it covered from her.
"Well isn't that what I've been trying to tell you! Since first year I've done nothi-"
"THAT IS NOT WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!" He had thrown his down to his side as he yelled, backing her into the sink as he stalked forward. She didn't say a word at all but gave him an honest to Merlin confused look and he had to force himself to calm down before he did something he'd regret further than what they'd just done. "We're blood bonded." She blinked a few times and then shook her head.
"I don't understand." He stopped, closed his eyes and reached out to put his hands on her shoulders before opening them again, staring into her Hazel brown eyes.
"What we just did, all that blood we just shed and shared, and the fact that I took her virginity. I should have known, I should have stopped." His voice cracked and he coughed before he continued, not sure how to personally get past what happened. "Our blood is mixed, we are bonded, now and forever. If we try to marry another person, it will bring us near death and we will wish upon anything to die from the pain we fill. There will be no more satisfaction either from anyone else we sleep with or kiss. Our feelings of love for a significant other, if there were any, will die away." By this time she was shaking her head, tears forming in her eyes.
"No. No. No! Not possible! I... I ... I can't do this, let me go... LET ME GO!" She yelled at him and he did, stepping back so she could run. He sighed and figured a shower would be the first step in what he needed to do before going to his Godfather, Snape. He'd help, or, give guidance as best as he's able, and usually the man would be right. Hermione on the other hand flew to her room and dived onto her bed crying into her pillow, not even caring of the mess she'd make because of the fact she was still covered in blood. She'd be disowned from the Weasley's, Harry and Ron would hate her, Ginny might understand, maybe, hopefully, oh and her parents... her parents would never know because they were still in Australia were she figured they were happier without her. She cried herself to sleep and woke only a few short hours later. She didn't wake up refreshed though, she woke up feeling dirty, sore, angry, hurt and physically and emotionally drained. She lay there for a few minutes gathering her wits about her on what she should do. First thing she knew was to take a shower, get dressed and go find a book in the library that explains the blood bonding better than Draco had. Wait... had she just thought... no... she certainly didn't call him... Oh but she did call him Draco in her own thoughts... She groaned and rubbed a hand over her face before sighing and getting up and going for the shower. She didn't hear Draco anywhere and wondered, but only slightly, where he was.