Because of You
Last time on "Because of You"
She walked out of the library and was surprised when she looked at her watch. It was already afternoon and she hardly did anything today. She knew that she might meet Jessica in the room but she could care less. She just wanted to get to her room, maybe sleep before starting her first assignment, and then get something to eat. After a long walk to her dorm, Hermione was exhausted. She took two deep breaths before she arrived at her portrait but stopped when she heard voices inside. She recognized Jessica and Anthony's voice immediately, but there were two people she didn't recognize. She said the password and walked in the room; not prepared at all for who she saw.
There sitting on her bed, were Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
Chapter Three
Why?
Hermione came to a screeching halt. How, in Merlin's name, did the two of them get into her room and, more or less, why the hell were they on her bed? Hermione stood still for a minute just contemplating whether or not she should say anything. That was until Jessica looked her way, smiled and said "Hey Hermione. Just the person I was waiting for."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at her, looked over at the whole shocked people sitting on her bed and greeted them. She looked at Pansy's now scowling face said "Parkinson…" then looked at Draco and said "Malfoy"
Draco nodded while Pansy said "Granger. What brings you to a lavish room like this?"
"For your information, Parkinson…" Hermione spat out her last name "…this is also my room, and you are on my bed."
Pansy quickly jumped up, while dragging Draco with her and said nothing. Jessica must have noticed the increasing tension because she said "I see you three know each other so, why don't we all get going to lunch?"
Hermione's head snapped in Jessica's direction and asked "Lunch?"
Pansy looked at her and said "Yes, lunch. You know its something normal people eat; even though you wouldn't be classified as normal, you should know what I mean."
Hermione looked at her and said "I know what lunch is you nitwit. I just wasn't aware we were going to lunch."
"Yes well, drop your bag and let's go."
As Jessica mentioned her bag, Hermione looked down at it, back to Jessica and said "Sorry. I can't. I'll probably grab something later. As for now, I have some work to do."
"Hermione, why don't you leave the homework until after lunch?"
"I would rather finish it before I get something because if I don't I might neglect it all together."
Jessica nodded her head, and made her way to the door. Anthony followed suit, stopped and asked "Do you want us to bring something for you?"
"If you want to"
Anthony nodded, followed his girlfriend out the door and waited in the hallway for Pansy and Draco. Draco walked past Hermione first, but not without brushing, very, very closing up to her frame, then it was Pansy. She had to be the difficult one. Instead of her walking out of the room like everyone else she just had to stop and say something out of the way. Pansy walked up to Hermione, who was walking closer to her bed and said "No matter who you hang out with, you will always be a mud-blood."
Hermione glared at her and stuck her foot out as Pansy was walking away. Pansy's foot got caught in Hermione's outstretch one and it seemed like gravity just defied her. She fell flat on her stomach. She groaned, while getting up, brushed herself off and left the room, completely embarrassed.
To say that Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger had a very close bond, as some would say, would be a completely and utter lie. To put it quite bluntly, they couldn't stand each other. All through Hogwarts, all seven years, Hermione had to endure the ridicule of Draco and some of his friends, Pansy included. Her attempts at ridiculing Hermione would never match up to Draco's of course, but she was still annoying.
For the first six years of Hogwarts, Hermione saw little of Pansy. She heard about her of course but rarely saw her. She heard how Pansy would fuck anyone with a dick and, if she was desperate, the occasional girl. She heard how Pansy had sex with Professor Snape to get her Potions grade up, and Hermione even heard that Pansy was caught, and almost suspended, due to the fact that she got found, in a very uncompromising position, inside the Herbology Greenhouse with one of Hufflepuff's finest: Thomas McClure.
Aside from that little tidbit of information Hermione had gone some sort of immunity to Pansy. Whenever she saw her it was like she was never there. But that immunity ran out in her seventh year. That was when Pansy really got annoying. No one knew why but it was like Pansy focused on Hermione and no one else.
She would lurk in empty corridors to send an occasional hex Hermione's way, or she would wait to be one of the last persons in class, that way she could remind Hermione that she was nothing more than a dirty mud-blood. Hermione never really cared to know why Pansy's attacks only focused on Hermione because she didn't want to know. Even up to Graduation Day Pansy still held her hatred and, now that Hermione could see, she saw that Pansy still had it. Not that it bothered her now, but it kind of felt good to have someone like Pansy not like you. It just means that you have something she doesn't.
Hermione quickly walked over to her desk, took out her two text books, and decided to get started on her work. She did the do's and don'ts first. After that, she took out two rolls of parchment out of her bag and began the other part of the homework. Not before long, she was done with one parchment and on to the next one.
Suddenly she noticed something out of the corner of her eye move. She turned to look in the direction and was amazed when she saw her nap sack floating. She slowly, but cautiously, grabbed her back and opened it; then she saw the cause of the levitation. Her gold scroll was going amuck. It was vibrating, glowing and floating at the same time. She touched it and, like nothing she has ever seen before, it stopped moving and it dropped on top of her lap. Hermione looked at it curiously but decided to open it. There on the parchment was a notice. It read:
First notice
(Friday August 29th)
Your biology lab class will be Mondays at 4p.m. in room E40.
Directions: From your bedroom, you leave your building and walk to the left of the campus until you reach to the Science building. You go up the first staircase on the right and without turning through any hallways you walk until you get to the fourth door. It will be labeled so no need to worry.
Please be to class a bit early, that way by the time class starts you will have a partner.
Reminder: Choose your partner wisely.
After Hermione read the parchment, she rolled it back up, tied it with the gold ribbon and tuck it safely back in her nap sack. She turned back to her abandoned parchment and continued her homework.
About twenty five minutes later she was done, extremely hungry and completely exhausted. So she packed up her homework, made a note next to her lap top to send the homework on Sunday and decided on taking a nice long, hot shower. She got a hold of her toiletries, her undies and everything else she would need and disappeared in the bathroom.
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After a nice, extremely long shower, Hermione came out of the steamy bathroom. She had a large black towel around her petite form. She took two steps out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, only to find the room not empty. There sitting on her bed was Draco Malfoy. How he got in was a mystery to her; but one thing she was sure of what that he had brought her something to eat, or at least dropped it off. She looked slightly put off by his presence but tried not to show it.
Draco examined the woman before him and he couldn't help but wonder why he left her in his bed. What would have happened if he had stayed there and woke up next to her? Would they be a couple now? If not, would he have been with Pansy? He shook his head from the thought only to catch a glimpse of Hermione's retreating, towel clad, back disappearing, once again, into the bathroom.
If Draco was anyone else he would have taken that as a sign and left, but he wasn't ordinary nor was he naïve. He knew he wanted to stay and he was going to do just that; well at least for now, or until Pansy decided to come look for him. He looked around the, somewhat, large room and turned his head as he heard Hermione ask "What are you doing here?"
"I came to drop you some food."
"So why are you still here?"
"I think we need to talk."
Hermione didn't say anything after that. She was scared of what might come out of her mouth. So she finished up in the bathroom, opened the door and walked over to her desk. Unbeknownst to her, Draco was watching her every move. She then looked at him and said "What do you want to talk about?"
"I think you need to take a seat."
"I would if you weren't sitting on my bed."
Draco slowly got up, watched her as she made her way to her bed, and moved over to her desk. He swung the chair around so the back was facing her bed and he straddled it. He watched Hermione grab the plate of a chicken salad sandwich and fries and got comfortable on her bed.
He cleared him throat and said "I think we need to talk about the last day, or should I say night, of Hogwarts."
Hermione chewed a few fries in her mouth, swallowed and said "What's there to talk about?"
"What's not to talk about, Granger?"
"So we're back to last name basis are we?"
"We will be until you take this seriously."
Hermione exhaled, loudly, and said "Fine. Why'd you do it?"
"I would have thought that answer was obvious."
"Well, obviously it's not so, care to tell me why you did it?"
"I had sex with you because I wanted you just as much as you wanted me."
"What ever gave you the idea that I wanted you?"
"I'm not stupid you know"
"Nor did I say you were."
"So what's with the denial? We both know about the real reason we had sex, so why are you acting up?"
"What are you getting at?"
"I want to know if you feel anything towards me."
"Why would I feel something towards you? You have a girlfriend."
Draco smirked at her answer and said "I never asked you that. My question required a yes or a no answer. So, do you feel anything towards me?"
Hermione, without thinking said "No. I feel nothing whatsoever towards you." In shorter terms she lied straight through her teeth.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her answer and asked "Are you sure you feel nothing towards me?"
Hermione placed her unfinished food on the desk, looked at him and said "I am one hundred percent positive that I feel nothing towards you."
"So if I were to do something, out of the ordinary, would it affect you?"
"Or a better question, do you feel something towards me?" Hermione asked while smiling.
Her smile quickly faded when she got the answer she wasn't prepared for. "Yes."
"Wh--what?" Hermione stuttered.
"I said yes, I do feel something towards you." Draco slowly got out of his chair and started walking towards her.
Hermione look as Draco confidently walked towards her and asked "Why?"
"Because…" he took a few more steps and ended up exactly in the front of her. "…I can't stop thinking about you; absolutely everything about you. Your smile, your smell, your touch even the feel of your skin. Tell me you never thought of anything about me."
Hermione looked in his eyes and she knew she couldn't lie anymore. She shook her head, no, and before she could look anywhere else, Draco reached over, grabbed her face, leaned in and whispered "So if I kiss you right now, would you push me away?"
Hermione's senses went wild. Draco's warm breathe felt so good against her cold skin. She licked her, surprisingly; dry lips and bit then when she heard Draco moan. She looked up and was surprised when Draco grabbed her and crushed his lips against hers.
Hermione stood frozen as Draco's lips move against hers; that was until she felt Draco start nibbling on her bottom lip. She started kissing him and before she knew it, Draco was leaning towards her and she was almost flat on her back. When her back connected with her bed sheets Draco's hand ran up her body and started to raise her white tank top farther from her stomach. His hands moves up her top and started to rub the curve of her breasts. When Hermione felt that, she started to push him away.
Draco groaned when he raised his body from her. He closed his eyes and said "Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me."
"You have a girlfriend, Draco. Even if she is Pansy Parkinson, you can't do that to her."
"You're not understanding, Hermione."
Draco slowly got off of her, stood up, and started pacing. Hermione looked as his cool demeanor diminished. Where was the nonchalant Draco Malfoy? She looked in confusion as he kept pacing. He wiped his hair away from his eyes, stopped pacing, and looked at her. "What don't I understand Draco?"
"That I want you."
"Why? You have a girlfriend who will do any and everything for you. What can you possible want from me?"
"Shit! You're making this hard for me."
"Why is this hard?"
"Because I can't stop thinking of you is why. I can't sleep, or think, or even concentrate when you are in the room…" Draco then walked up to her, pulled her on her feet and concluded "…Don't shut me out."
Hermione looked at him, carefully, and said "But the problem is you have a girlfriend."
"Forget about that for now. Why are you shutting me out?"
Hermione stood silent for a minute. Was she to say what she wanted to ask for the last few months? Before she could stop herself she blurted it out "Or another one of my better questions: Why'd you leave me a few months ago?"
Draco stepped back and examined her. He had no idea what the hell she was talking about. That was until she looked towards her bed. It all came flooding back like a giant wave. The night they were together.
"Well, it's not a simple answer."
"What do you mean? How hard is it for you to explain that?"
"Why is it important?"
"It is important if you want me to continue this conversation and maybe answer your question."
Draco exhaled loudly, ran his hand, once again, through his hair, looked at Hermione and said "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Why do I think this is going to be something I don't want to hear?"
"You asked so therefore you want to know."
Hermione nodded her head in agreement, bit into her bottom lip, and waited on Draco to continue.
Draco, once again, grabbed the chair, swung it around so the back of it was facing Jessica's side of the room. He sat in it, slouched a little bit and said "Let me be honest with you. At first I didn't want to have sex with you, because I wanted you. I wanted to have sex to break you, no pun intended. To break that pretty little attitude of yours and to break that image that you had so generously spread through your mind that you would never be attracted to me.
"I know it sounds petty…." Draco continued but Hermione cut him off.
"Petty? Hermione yelled "You had sex with me for that? You fucking bastard!"
"You asked; didn't you? So don't get mad at me for telling you exactly what you wanted to know."
"Don't get mad at you? What the fuck do you mean 'don't get mad at you?' Are you fucking mental?"
"Look, I've put up with your shit for to long now, do you want me to continue or not?"
"You know what? I don't care. Just get out."
"What?"
"You heard me. Get. Out."
"You don't want me to get out; so stop fooling yourself."
"Malfoy, I will say it one more time. Get the fuck out of my room!"
Draco rose quickly out of the chair, looked her square in the eye and asked "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"
"I'm talking to you."
"The hell you are!" Draco responded.
"Then who else in this room is so much of a bastard they would have sex with someone to break their spirit?"
"I didn't say that I did it to break your spirits."
"Well you didn't have to. I read between the lines."
"What lines? There were no fucking lines."
Hermione exhaled loudly and said "I've had enough of this…" Hermione rubbed her temples "…you…" she then concluded "… everything. Just…just, get out; please."
Draco looked at her hurt expression and decided to leave her alone; for now. He walked away from her, stopped by the portrait, turned to look at her and said "I'll leave now. But I won't stop bothering you, until you let me finish what I started."
Hermione looked at his retreating back, glared and dropped to her knees. Never in her life had she ever felt so used, and so betrayed. She thought that night they had were special; only to find out that it was only one of his sadistic ways of getting back at people. Before Hermione knew what was going on, she burst into tears and curled herself into the fetal position.
Suddenly her mind became saturated with constant thoughts of everything that had taken place in the last few months. The night she gave herself to him, what he said, his touches, their argument, everything and Hermione didn't understand why her. Why was she the only person this happens to? Why would anyone do that to someone, and even more importantly, why did she ask that damn question? Why?
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End of Chapter
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