A/N: Ok so this story is something I've been bouncing around in my head with major plot bunnies for a long time. It was originally going to be a simple one shot but as I said before I was attacked by plot bunnies and the plot seemed to extend and develop more than I had intended it to. This is going to be a mixture of flash backs and present time point of view scenes, using both Hermione and Draco's point of views and experiences. So in that light here is the first chapter of this story called "Kill me or Kiss me" Also I don't have a Beta so if anyone's interested please send me a PM or an email and we'll work something out.
UPDATED JUNE 1, 2009: I'm adding more to the first chapter. I posted the chapter in hopes to see if people would cling to the idea and be able to give me a few suggestions. And I have to admit I love you all for actually reviewing and giving me your feedback. And as I was reading them over I noticed that with all of the positive feedback I wanted to now make it an official chapter and add all of the rest of the things I was planning on adding. So this is the revised version of the first chapter and I hope it answers anymore questions you guys had or are going to have, and explained things better for you all.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter or anything pertaining to it. It all belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers, even if I disagree with some of the pairing of the characters they have. And it wouldnt have been a PG / PG-13 movie series. xD The only thing I own are the situations that I create and the evil plot bunnies that harrass me daily to give into their whims. lol
The room was small and cramped, with the intent of giving the occupant the feeling of being trapped and claustrophobic. There was to be no way out of the situation they had put themselves in and by the appearance of the room it was obvious. The walls were dirty, dark and cracks were evident along the length of the room, there was a smell of mold that clung to the air and made a person want to cough and sneeze. A single light hung from the ceiling casting light directly on the subject in the room, the corners of the room danced with shadows and the sound of scurrying creatures flitted in and out of hearing. A single double paned window sat on the opposite wall looking in on the room. It was amusing to the occupant how much the wizarding world had taken from the muggles they so often ridiculed, and played off as incompetent fools. A smirk was evident on his face as he looked at himself in the mirror; he had an evenly and perfectly symmetrical face, high cheekbones, and an aristocratic nose set in the middle of his face. He had ice cold grey eyes that seemed to have a devilish glint to them and to finish it off a head of shaggy blonde hair that fell into his face courtesy of his mother. He was the picture of a pureblood wizard who didn't have to explain himself to anyone. But on that day sitting in one of the Ministry's holding cells Draco Malfoy had a lot of explaining to do.
Looking into the mirror that sat on the wall he mentally traced over the bruises and cuts that had been left on his face from his latest fight for his life. Flashes of screams and threats went through his mind as he sat there smoking a cigarette occasionally flicking the ash onto the floor deliberately ignoring the ashtray that had been given to him. It was a habit he had picked up on much to his annoyance but it helped ease the stress and tension when other activities weren't feasible or conveniently available. He wasn't the normal person and had never had the most normal life, he was used to pain, torture, physical and verbal abuse and sitting in that room was a vacation compared to what had had went thru in the past year and a half of his life, more specifically the last forty eight hours. To anyone on the outside looking into the Ministry holding cell he looked to be at ease and without a care in the world but if they truly knew Draco they would see the way he clenched his fist every once in a while, the way he used his bandaged hand to work out his bruised jaw after each drag of his cigarette. They would see him slowly and gently drag his bottom lip over the split that was evident by the small drop of blood that would form slowly after each swipe of his tongue. He mind was a confused mess of memories new and old, thoughts of concern for the people he had left behind after he had killed the man he had once called father. Were they ok? Was it all worth it, and had he made the right choice? Would the one person he cared for more than his mother in the world forgive him for everything he had put her through and give him the second chance he craved more than anything in the world? All these things were going through him mind as he sat there slouched in his chair the picture of relaxation.
The sound of the door opening caused Draco to look up from his chair placed in front of the table that he was seated in front of and watch as two ministry Aurors walked into the room. The first one to join him in the room was an older man around forty with salt and pepper hair that was cut short and close to his head. He wore a stern look on his face that said he meant business without him having to say a word. He worn a simple pair of slacks and a button up shirt that had the top two buttons unbuttoned. The second Auror that walked into the room was completely different from her partner, she was a young girl looking to be around twenty to twenty two, and was petite. Her hair was cut short into a slight bob and was as black as Indian ink. All in all she reminded him immensely of Pansy, something that caused him to grimace and look away from her as bad memories came to mind. The older man walked towards Draco and conjured a chair out of the air and placed it down in front of the table and sat down, placing a folder down on the table with Draco's name on it he looked Draco over before he began to speak. "So Mr. Malfoy-" The Auror began but Draco cut him off. "It's just Draco, Mr. Malfoy was my bastard of a father, and as you can plainly see I am not him." Taking another drag of his cigarette he held it in for a few seconds and then let it out blowing it towards the ceiling and way from the man in front of him. Looking at Draco with a surprised expression the Auror simply nodded and began again. "Alright….Draco, how about you tell us how this all began, and then we'll go from there."
Sitting there Draco remained quiet for a few minutes, took a drag from his cigarette and then pressed the filter into the ash tray they had given him. So many things assaulted his mind when he began to decide on how to begin his story. Would he begin with love, duty, family, or the assumed honor that was supposed to go with following a half blood hypocrite and a complete nutter? How would he start to explain his reasoning for killing the man who had raised him and had rammed his beliefs down his throat since before he could talk? How did one explain and justify killing their parent? Or better yet how did a pureblood wizard from a family as old as his explain why he killed his own father to save his traitor of a mother and his mudblood lover? He had killed his father to protect his mother and girlfriend from the tyrant who had made him believe that everything that wasn't pure and as old in tradition as his family, was a joke. Anything that wasn't pureblood was an abomination and didn't deserve to be breathing. That all mudblood and half blood girls were only good for one thing, and that was to "release tension, and satisfy the urge for the moment. But remember Draco you marry within your own kind, a pureblood witch to carry on the Malfoy name and legacy. Who's only purpose is to produce an heir worthy to serve the Dark Lord." That was the message that had been rammed into his head since he was old enough to understand about girls and the urges every teenage boy had. His father had raised him to be the man he believed he was supposed to be, prideful, ruthless, and above all loathing anything and everything that wasn't pure. But it was because of his mother that he was even sitting in that chair, she was the reason he had even paid attention to the one girl his father had taught him to hate with every fiber of his being. It was his mother who had tried to plant a seed of independence in her young son even with her husband's unyielding prejudice and hatred of all things the Dark Lord didn't agree with. She had never wanted the life of a Deatheater's wife, she had never wanted to watch her only child be beaten and tortured because he wasn't meeting the expectations Lucius had set for him. "Follow your heart my little Dragon, always remember your heart will always have an answer to your questions where as your head will make it harder for you in most cases." He remembered it like it was yesterday writing home to his mother about that certain mudblood who had yet again bested him in their O.W.L.S. He complained that no matter how hard he studied and no matter what he did she still was the top of their year and the best student. Her reply was simple and to the point. "All out standings Draco I'm so proud of you….remember that I am proud of you no matter what you do in this life. You will always be my heart, and my reason to live."
It was because of his mother that he was in that room, being charged for the murder of his father. And it was only right to start with the one person who had caused everything to lead up to that moment in time. "It began my sixth year of school right after coming back from summer holiday after the big ministry and Deatheater fight. It was surprising how many didn't come back that year, and by that I mean the children of high ranking Deatheater's didn't come back. They had been transferred to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons where their pure blood views would be better understood. I once again rejoined my fellow Slytherins and took up the title of the Slytherin Prince and pretended to still have the same views as my other fellow Slytherins did even if I didn't. Being a Malfoy I had a reputation to uphold and I had a father at home who I still had to deal with and keep happy or face the consequences. I had to be the best at everything there was; Quidditch, Potions, Spells, and especially the Dark Arts. No matter how I tried to be the best there was always one person who always beat me…except in Quidditch of course. She had always interested me to a point to where I found myself watching her whenever she was around, and as much as I hated her there was something that drew me to her, something that made me want to know what made her tick." Draco stopped and smiled to himself slightly and took a drag of his new cigarette, and blew it out no longer caring where it went. Raking a hand through his disheveled blonde hair he pushed it out of his face and smirked as they waited for him to continue. "I never thought I'd have fallen for a girl like Hermione Granger."
||Flash Back||
Walking through the familiar halls of Hogwarts in mid October Draco minds was on other things besides his sixth year of transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Things much more important and sinister had started happening and he dreaded the time when he would have to join the ranks of the Deatheaters. His father wanted to present him to the Dark Lord on his sixteenth birthday and for him to be welcomed into the fold and to receive his dark mark, he had always known his mothers views on his joining the Dark Lord and become a Deatheater. She had made it clear she didn't want him to be a part of that and every time she voiced her opinion on the issue around his father he would wind up smacking her across the face for disrespecting the Dark Lord and going against his wishes. Slowly Draco learned that if he wanted to get around his father and his wishes he was going to have to be smart about it, was going to have make sure he didn't make any mistakes. For one mistake could cost not only his life but the life of his mother, the one person who meant more than the world to him.
One thing that was bothering him more than his father's persistence about his joining the ranks of the Deatheaters was Pansy's persistence about their impending engagement, and her becoming the newest member of the Malfoy family. He was getting tired of Crabbe and Goyle always following him around reporting to his father what he was doing and how he was doing in his studies. He felt like his life was under a microscope and all because he was the only one to not take the dark mark yet. He was under constant watch to see if he was doing anything that would dishonor his father's name, and it was beginning to try his patience. Hand stuffed into his pocket his books tucked under that same arm while his other held his outer robe over his shoulder he walked down the corridor towards his class and not like he didn't care that he was five minutes late but it wasn't his fault. Pansy had decided that right before he was going to leave for class that she wanted to have a talk about the plans for their engagement party and which invitations he liked better. She was honestly becoming a pain in his ass and he was trying to figure out ways to avoid her, without much luck of course she was a very persistent wench. Walking into the class he took his usual seat next to his best friend and confidant Blaise and dropped his book on the table ignoring McGonagall taking five points from Slytherin for being tardy.
Slouching back in his seat he ignored the look from Blaise and looked at the front board and pretended to listen to the lesson that he had already learned over the summer when he taught himself everything he would need to know this year so he could try and be ahead of Granger for once. Looking over to where she was sitting he looked her over and noticed how she looked when she was deep in thought, she was sitting in her chair next to Potter sucking on the end of her sugar quill. The sight was the most arousing thing he had ever seen and as much as he loathed her and her friends he found himself wanting her. Cursing under his breath softly he looked away and noticed that Blaise had looked up and had turned to look where Draco had looked away from, seeing Hermione with the sugar quill in her mouth Blaise smirked and looked back down at his parchment. Grabbing his quill he pulled Draco's parchment closer to him and then began scribbling on it. "I wouldn't mind being that quill right now!" With a smirk Blaise went back to his parchment and continued writing down his Transfiguration notes. With a scowl and a groan Draco turned to him. "Don't let your mother hear you saying that." Draco growled out as he gave him an evil grin.
"My mother wouldn't care as much as your father would." With a scoff Draco scowled and turned away from Blaise and then murmured under his breath. "As long as I don't marry her he wouldn't give a shit!"
When the class was over he stood and was talking to Blaise when he happened to see the Weasel checking out the Gryffindor Lavender Brown right in front of Hermione. Seeing her hurt expression his first instinct was to smirk and taunt her about her boyfriend not even being interested in her to pay her any mind, but something made him stop and then simply watch her more. The words Blaise had been saying went in one ear and out the other leaving him to simply watched Draco zoned out and watching Hermione walking down the aisle and towards the exit. Taking out his wand Blaise waved it slightly and watched as Hermione's books tumbled out of her arms and fell to the floor in a loud crash. Seeing the blush rush into her cheeks she looked around and blushed even more when she saw the two Slytherins had seen her clumsiness. Feeling Blaise bump into him and nudge him towards Hermione Draco watched him walk out of the room as he stepped closer to pick up one of her books. He couldn't help but look her over as she kneeled down to pick up her books. She had legs that he found himself imagining wrapped around him, and a waist he was dying to wrap his hands around. Her hair was down to her mid back now and were it wasn't straight it was in soft ringlet curls that he found himself wanting to run his fingers through. Watching her tuck her hair behind her ear a smirk crossed his lips as he watched her and then realized that they were the only two left in the room. Walking over to where she was kneeling he picked up the last book that was on the floor of hers and waited for her to look up before he handed it to her.
In an instant her smile of gratitude turned into a look of annoyance before she snatched her book back from him and put it into her bag. Standing up Draco couldn't help but look her over as she did and didn't bother hiding it when she looked back at him, rolling her eyes she turned around and began walking away. "What no thank you?" Draco asked as he smirked at her retreating form. Watching her stop she sighed visibly and then turned around to face him and Draco knew he was a goner, gracing her perfectly shaped face was a scowl that would have made any Slytherin back down. "Thank…you." She said voice dripping with venom and then walked away her hips swaying as she all but strutted out of the room. Her skirt moving with her hips in a dangerously seductive manner unintentionally teasing the Slytherin Prince and intriguing him to no end. Tilting his head to the side as he watched her walk out of the classroom he smirked and shook him head as he soon followed out of the classroom. "O yea this year was going to be fun." He thought as he shut the door behind him. And that was the beginning of his flirting game with Hermione Granger, the one person who he wasn't supposed to want had become the one person that was beginning to occupy his mind more and more.
By the end of November Draco had learned a lot about the young and ever growing attractive Hermione Granger, and what he had learned was quite interesting. But the one thing that had intrigued him the most was her failing relationship with the Weasel and how little he noticed about her. Since her return to her beloved school she had become more and more feminine and had began taking time and putting it into her appearance even if it was little subtle things. Her hair was no longer bushy but fell down her back in soft ringlet curls, her long shapely legs no longer hidden behind her closed frumpy class robes instead she opted to wearing them open and allowing her now developed and shapely body to be seen and admired by not only him but much of their male classmates. It was becoming a commonly heard comment about the newly noticed curves, and the way the boys were beginning to admire her. He had lost count on how many times he heard them saying they'd love if she could fill their naughty librarian fantasy. Smirking at that thought Draco always shook his head and simply watched her reaction to the attention she was now getting, and as he suspected Ron didn't notice a thing unless Lavender Brown was around batting her eyelashes at him and winking suggestively.
Ron remained ignorant to her growing beauty and the growing chance of losing her if he didn't pay her more attention. Since learning of Weasel's growing obsession with Ms. Brown and his slowly dying relationship with Hermione Draco had made it his mission to not only flirt with the Gryffindor princess but to push her comfort levels with physical contact and to see just how far she was willing to go. At first it was a simple brush in the hallway, or a touch of her hair as he passed her chair during potions class, maybe it was a whisper in her ear as she studied in the library or an 'accidental' brushing of his hand against her thigh while they were partnered up in charms class under the table. Whatever it happened to be Draco was enjoying watching her reactions to his attentions and how she never once called him out on it, never once did she threaten him with bodily harm or with the threat of telling either one of their heads of house.
Instead she would ignore it and either blush, or tell him he was mad and that he must have had a charm backfire on him. It was one day as unimportant as any day that Draco decided to push the limit of Hermione and Ron's relationship, and with how far the beauty was willing to let him go in their little game. Walking into the library he wandered the stacks looking at random books on the shelves that he passed, dragging his fingertips along the spines of the ancient books he chose one out of random and opened the book and began to skim one of the pages. As he approached where she was sitting and studying he began walking around her table reading aloud in a soft and almost seductive voice. "Belladonna or Deadly Nightshade is a perennial herbaceous plant native to Europe, the berries are extremely toxic and cause bizarre hallucinations. Huh sounds like fun…"He said as he smirked at her when she met his gaze and then continued. "It was used in the Middle Ages as a poison….well obviously, two ancient Roman wives used it….blah blah blah….Macbeth used it before he died….blah blah blah complete nutter….loved his mother…..in a completely unneeded incestuous way might I add." Draco said grabbing her attention at his comment on Macbeth knowing it was one of her favorite plays. Smirking when she sighed rolled her eyes and then looked back down at her parchment and began writing again he continued on with his little speech.
"Funny how women are very much like this plant don't you think? Belladonna meaning Beautiful Woman in Italian yet this plant is such a deadly thing if ingested, or if ones skin is exposed to it for a long enough period of time. I wonder if I touched your skin Granger-"He said leaning down and dragging his hand over her cheek grazing the soft skin slowly. "like I am right now would you allow your poison to slowly kill me in a most…….torturously seductive way?" Draco asked as he made his way over to the other side of her neck reaching out slowly and brushed a strand of her curly hair away from her face that had fallen from her pony tail. At the same time he allowed his fingers to slowly brush against her soft silky skin in a teasing manner, leaning close to her ear he whispered softly to her. "Or do you have other means of keeping Weasley under your spell that only he is entitled to knowing about ?" Moving out of the way just in time Draco caught her hand before it came into contact with his face and smiled at her thankful his seeker skills were on point. "I suggest you think about what you say to me before a repeat of third year happens again!" She said anger evident in her voice as he continued to hold her hand hostage. Tisking at her he turned her hand over and placed her fingers against his lips and kissed each one. Ignoring her comment Draco kept eyes contact with her as he began speaking again pausing between each kiss to her fingers. "I believe any man would willingly take poison knowing your face was the last thing he would see." Looking up into her eyes once more he let her hand drop to her lap before he winked at her and walked out of the small back study area and out of the library leaving a slightly annoyed and flustered Hermione in his wake.
A/N: Well how did you like it ? Review and let me know, the next chapter will be Hermione's thoughts and feeling on everything that has happened so far and what she feels as our favorite Slytherin suddenly starts paying more attention to her.