time for chapter 2! The awaited Duel between Hermione Granger and the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy (love that title)! as assumed i do not own Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger or anything having to do with the Harry Potter Universe. Flamers are not welcome here.

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Possession-Chapter 2: The Duel

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Hermione watched the Hogwarts train leave, sighing softly and and taking a shower. She let the heat of the water run down over her body and rolled her shoulders and pulling her hair back into a tight, high pony tail so that her hair was out of her face. She wore muggle clothes, jeans and tennis shoes and a snug long sleeved shirt that wouldn't get in the way of her curses. She'd spent quite a while over the next week brushing up on her nasty, but not fatal or permanent damage spells, walking down to the Quidditch feild and lying on her back on the grass, an hour early and stretched out on the green had spent the rest of the week practicing up as well, though he knew pretty much every nasty spell out there, he had just kept polishing them up. Saturday morning he took a hot shower in his own Head Boy quarters before dressing in muggle clothes, jeans and a t-shirt that was somewhat tight on his form, showing off his slim yet built chest. Pulling on some trainers, he grabbed his wand and headed out to the Quidditch pitch, a scowl on his face as he walked onto the field. He saw her laying on the field and crossed his arms "well well, you actually showed up...." he called, glaring at her. "shall we get on with this then? I do have other plans...."

Hermione sat up and ignored the jibe and stood up, the sun shining down on her slight form. Hermione smoothed her hand over her hair and nodded, "We'll treat this like a duel, then." She spoke, walking out into the field and turning toward him, pulling out her wand and bowing to him, looking up. He would probably have a problem bowing to a lowly mudblood, but she didn't care how he felt. She looked at him, chocolate eyes blank and once more professional (because she couldn't be emotional in front of Malfoy or she'd break down) and waited for him to walked over to her, standing about 2 feet from her and raised his wand to his face before putting it back down at his side "I expect you want me to *bow* to you, Granger? you think you *deserve* my respect?" he sneered, glaring at her. Rolling his eyes, he continued to glar at her and leaned forward only a few inches, because that was as much as she was going to get. Turning around, he started to walk, counting the paces in his mind. One....two....three....four......five...... He had to win....he needed to beat her..... Eight.....nine.....ten! Whipping around, he shouted, "stupify!!!," pointing his wand directly at Hermione.

"Expelliarmus!" She shouted, the spell backfiring as she turned around in time to see it throw him back. She...could barely stand this sometimes, but she was stronger than that. She...couldn't let Malfoy get to her. When he got back up again, she shot another curse at him, one that had him strung up by his ankles. She gasped and rolled to the side to dodge an oncoming curse, rolling across the grass and shooting three more spells at him, silently, only two of them hitting, but one of them turning his hair pink and the other tying the laces in his shoes together to make him fall flat on his face.

Draco growled, pulling himself back up to his feet, his now pink bangs hanging in his face. "You....you filthy MUDBLOOD!!!!" he shouted, managing to get up and glared at her with a glare so cold a dementor seemed warm. "IMPERIO!!!" he shouted, firing the spell at her, storming over to her, shouting spell after spell, dodging the spells she threw at him and hit the ground hard, hearing his head hit the ground with a thud. "ngh..." he groaned, coughing and getting up, his body crying out in protest as he bolted at her. That was it, he was going to take her down, one way or another. Running at her, blood streaming down his cheek from a cut, his hair a mixture of blonde and pink, his shirt and pants ripped in several places and his gaze enflamed in anger, he tackled her to the ground hard.

"Nah!" Hermione yelped as he suddenly lunged at her and tackled her to the ground, making her hit her head on the ground hard, her head spinning. Her wand was knocked out of her hand and several yards away by the fall, swallowing thickly and trying to clear her eye sight, pain still throbbing were her head had hit. She looked up at the built form of Draco Malfoy pinning her to the ground and she shifted under it, tilting her face away, "Get off of me, Malfoy."

Draco pinned her to the ground, his hands grabbing her wrists and holding them firmly to the ground. He glared down at her, growling softly and panting softly. His bangs hung in his face, slowly turning from pink to blonde as he continued to pin her. "you do *not* tell me what to do, Granger...." he growled, his chest heaving slightly from exhaustion, his head spinning from the hard contact with the ground.

Hermione was still seeing stars, looking up at him and trying to twist her wrists out of his grip. "L...Let go of me, Malfoy!" His hand were large and strong, gripping her fragile wrists hard and she yanked at them. Her heart thudded in her chest and she squirmed under him, starting to get frightened, because...Draco Malfoy could hurt her so easily like this...Her clothes were ripped a couple places as well, on her sleeve, showing her bra-strap and another on her stomach and thigh. "L-Let me go, Malfoy!"

Draco continued to glare down at her, still panting softly as he looked down at her smaller form. Something about her....seemed so different....like she wasn't the Granger he had constantly ridiculed and given a hard time.... He let his eyes wander over her, just looking her over before slowly let go of her, letting his fingertips brush over her wrists as he got up. He slowly brought himself to his feet, looking away slightly, the rips on his shirt and pants completely visible to Hermione. Hermione was so ...so angry at him. She stood up and brushed herself off,glaring at him. How could he hate her so much when he didn't even know her? God--God she couldn't stand it! She lunged at him this time, this time he landed hard on his back, pounding her fists against the hard plane of his broad chest. "What is your problem, Malfoy!? You vile, horrible, cruel little coward!" She knew she couldn't have been hurting him in the least--in third year she'd barely bruised him, and he'd grown a lot since then. She was seething, straddling his hip and panting, barely able to stand it.

Draco's breath caught in his throat as Hermione launched herself at him, the world seeming to slow down as he once again fell hard on the ground. He coughed and tried to regain his breath, taking slow painful gusts of air as she continued to punch his chest. Her punches barely hurt, all he could focus on was the look she was giving him, and the words she was throwing at him with each punch or hit. Looking up at her, he reached up, grabbing her wrists as she went to hit him again and looked at her evenly, for the first time not glaring at her, just looking at her, not knowing what to say for one of the first times in his life.

Her hair was messed up from the duel, loose curls messily surrounding her face, heart thudding hard as he grasped her wrists again tightly. Hermione panted heavily and looking down at him, feeling a burning in her eyes that she tried her best to hold back. She averted her eyes quickly, not letting the tears release, though the glassiness of them was obvious. She grit her teeth and glowered somewhere to the left, that stare was somehow less hateful, "Whatever horrible things your thinking about me, go ahead and say them. Go ahead and say I'm nothing but a worthless mudblood that --that should be burried back in the ground where I belong. Or that I'm dirtying in the air just by breathing it. Go ahead, Malfoy," She took a shaky breath and still didn't meet his eyes. "If being a pureblood means being unimaginably cruel to...to every person that isn't just like you, then I'm glad I'm not one of you."

Draco swallowed, slowly and slightly painfully as he continued to look up at her, a small lump gathering in his throat as she spoke. He finally realized it...that he had turned into the same kind of man as his father, as the one that he was constantly put down by and emotionally abused. He hadn't wanted to turn into his father, he wanted to be different, but he could see now that he had failed. He had no insult to give her, no cunning remark about how all muggleborns were dirty or unfit to be in the magical world, or all the insults that his father had constantly shouted at him whenever he didn't do something right. Loosening his grip on her wrists, he swallowed again and murmured softly back "i....wasn't going to say anything like that....." his grey eyes looking away slightly as he spoke

She panted slightly and clenched her eyes shut, not even looking at him. "Whatever, Malfoy, I'll see you at next Head Meeting." She got off of him, grabbed her wand and was fleeing from the Quidditch field a moment later and back to the castle. She was back in the common room not long after, sinking against the door and buried her face in her arms, releasing small sobs that she couldn't allow anyone else to ever see.

Draco felt her get off of him and pull herself from his loose grip, sitting up as she fled the field. He looked after her for a long moment, not knowing what he was feeling or why.... He had never felt this way before...like he didn't want anyone to hurt her.... "see you then...." he murmured softly, getting up and picking up his wand before heading back to the Slytherin common room, ignoring everyone's questions about what had happened to him and just went into his Head Boy quarters, sitting down on the bed and staring down at hi hands, thinking of her...and not knowing why....

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end of chapter 2. sorry, no romance between Draco and Hermione yet, i like to build up the story before rushing into all that. next chapter is called Hidden Truth. hope everyone is enjoying the story!

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