Her mind would often wander to him. It didn't take seeing another wanted poster to make her mind wander back, but they didn't help. It had been months since she had seen him. The only hope she clung to was that she was seeing his poster as much as Harry's, Ron's or her own now. She prayed that seeing his posters up still meant that he was alive. She couldn't help but feel her heart burst with pride when she saw each one. He had killed a Death Eater, for her. Well, maybe it wasn't her, but it was proof that he had changed that the words he had said in the kitchen the day he left had really meant something.
Hermione was so confused. She felt like she was betraying Ron with her new found feeling in Malfoy. She had always thought that her and Ron would be together for the rest of thier lives, but as she looked into the future, she didn't see Ron anymore. At first she had tried to convince herself that it was nothing more than a juvinile crush. But that was before she saw the wanted poster for the first time. Undesirible #5. Murderer. Traitor. She didn't know who he had killed, but whoever it was, it had certainly ticked off the Dark Lord.
Ron's current disappearence didn't help either. He was worried about Harry stealing her away, when he should be more concerned about Draco. Someone he would never have dreamed would have stolen the heart of the girl he loved. The worst part was, Harry had figured it out. After, Ron left Harry tried to console her and the way she acted indifferent made him question her, until she told him. He was a little shocked, but not as angry as she would have expected. That infuritated her. That Harry was not annoyed that she liked him, but she was. She wasn't as mad at herself as she was ashamed. She felt like she had finally fallen in line with all the girls in school who had referred to him as a sex god. That she had fallen for him, because she was in lust. Not love. When did she become such a hussy?
1 Month later-
She tried to lock eyes with him, tried to get his attention, but all he did was look away as she tortured her. Draco stood there and let Bellatrix mark her with that discusting word. He wouldn't even pass her a glance. He was wanted by these people, wasn't he. What was he doing here? Standing amoung them again. Finally, she screamed out his name.
"Oh, Draco, your little girlfriend wants you"Bellatrix purred.
Even from the side profile she could see Draco close his eyes, the first time Hermione could find any hint of emotion in those steel eyes. "What do you expect me to do Bella?"
"Prove youself, break her. Like you were suppose to, prove to me that killing Rodolphus was really a stunt, like you have convince the Dark Lord. Prove to me that you are really worth the forgiveness this family has given you"She sneered.
He exhaled, eyes still closed, Hermione thought for just a second that he would tell his aunt that he wouldn't. That he was going to save her from this fate. That was, until he turned on her, wand drawn. The hateful look on his face said that he wasn't going to do anything to help her. That nothing had changed, she was still a mudblood, and he intended to remind her of just that. He took a step towards her and she ached, from the curse Draco had sent towards her or from feeling her heart crack in two, she was not sure. He released the curse, a smirk plastered across his face. "Hurts doesn't it mudblood?"
He took another step towards her, the visual contact that she had longed for now too much to bear. She looked away, to Bellatrix, who was clearly enjoying the show.
"Leave us, Bella, I am don't want an audence for what I am going to do to her, just count on her to be broken when you get back"Draco's voice sent shivers through Hermione's spine. She wanted Bellatrix to stay, if for nothing else, at least she wouldn't have to face just him. Her heart hoped that she would be like her normal self and deny Draco's request
"That was an order"Draco added, and Bellatrix looking rather put out left.
Draco smirked down at Hermione, inspecting her like a piece of meat. She tried to back away, but she was still rather sore from Bellatrix' torture. Despite the pure exaustion she felt, she managed to find her way to a wall. Draco cleared the space between them in five quick strides. He bent to his haunches and looked at her in the face.
His hand began to fiddle with the button of her jeans, his other hand reaching up her shirt to massage her breasts. She shuttered as he felt him unzip the zipper of her pants. As he felt him disrobe with a flick of his wand as he pulled down her pants. He closed his eyes, as if refusing to look at her when he did it, almost like he was trying to keep from remembering who he was about to rape. A mudblood. Her pushed her panties aside and before she had a chance to react she woke up, screaming in her bed.
She had been dreaming. It had seemed so real. Maybe it was because it was so close to reality. Except Draco had not been in the room as Hermione was tortured. She tried to calm down, tried to stop herself from shaking. The torture was bad enough without dreaming about, without it contorting into something that it wasn't. Even though Bellatrix could not break her, she had still won. Last nights events would haunt her forever. But, then again, as her dream had just shown, it could be worse. Draco could still be with them. Her dream could have really happened.
There was a part of her that was sad it hadn't happened. That she hadn't felt his touch. How she longed for it. To feel his lips on hers, his fingers glide down her skin. She felt an ache in her heart, she missed him. Really missed him.