"You're going to regret that, Granger," Draco threatened in a low sneer. He raised his wand and saw Hermione flinch. His wand lowered slightly before the spitting incident burned brightly in his mind again. Draco had practiced occlumency to prepare himself for getting information. "Legillimens!" Draco shouted, his wand pointing dangerously at Hermione. He was lucky, he caught her off guard and she was shaken from being captured. She was weak and her mind was open and racing. Draco saw rushes of her life pass by as he tried to make sense of the disorienting scenes. Hermione was casting a cloaking spell on Ron, Harry, and herself as they ran through an unknown forest towards a small shack shrouded by trees. Ron and her alone in the shack while Harry was out and the tension as they stared at one another. The trio running from Death Eaters as the hurled curses and jinxes behind their shoulders. Ron hiking up Hermione's dress as she buries his face in his neck to stifle her moans. Harry, Ron, and Hermione talking through the fireplace to the Weasley's. Hermione showing the boys different locations on a map that are marked with stars.
Draco was finally pushed out of Hermione's mind. She looked at him with a mixture of shame and anger, tears in her eyes. "Fuck you, Malfoy," Hermione said, her voice dripping with hate. Draco took a moment to sort through all the images he had seen to try and make sense of them. Thinking about Weasley's grimy hands on Hermione made Draco's fingers curl into fists. But at the same time the resounding sounds of her moans made him stiff.
Focus, Draco he told himself as he tried to remember any clues that would help the Dark Lord. The map! It must have been locations for the order to use. "What was that map of? Places with weapons? Order meeting spots? Key member's houses?" Hermione stared at him with hatred until she moved her head to the right. "Oh, I see. You're going to pretend I'm not here. Fine, there's other ways of making you talk." Just when Draco was raising his wand, he remembered the flash of Ron and Hermione, and couldn't stop himself from sneering "Weasley, eh?" Hermione's head shook like she couldn't believe that Draco was going in this direction. Her lip started to tremble and her eyes overflowed. "It's nothing anymore." She whispered, defeated.
As glad as he was to hear her say that, he also felt disgusted at himself for reducing her to this. Hermione's head fell and her shoulders shook. Draco saw tears fall onto her bare knees, below her skirt. He watched their progress as they slid down her thigh and wrap around her calves. His feet started moving automatically towards Hermione. As his shadow fell across Hermione, she ceased shaking with silent sobs. Her brown mop of hair rustled as she turned upwards to look into Draco's eyes. The floral scent infiltrated his nostrils again, and he breathed it in deeply. Their eyes met, and Hermione's amber irises were searching Draco's blue and gray orbs.
Draco put down his walls and let her get a glimpse of how he was really feeling. His want for her burned through his gaze. Fingers twitching, he reached out to cup her chin. Her lips were plump and pouty from crying, and he wanted so badly taste them. Hermione's lips quivered as Draco leaned down to press a small kiss against her lips. Her mouth was sweet and salty from the tears. His fingers ran through her soft hair and stopped to cradle her head. Draco's tongue slipped into Hermione's mouth to meet hers. He was getting so hard thinking about could come next when-crunch. "FUCK!" You've got to be bloody kidding me." Draco yelled with a bit of a lisp. Hermione had purposefully bitten his tongue. The little bitch looked so pleased with herself. He remembered seeing that kind of look when she had answered questions correctly in class.
Draco stalked over to her and roughly grabbed the middle of her button down shirt in his fist. "Don't forget who has the power here, Granger." He had wiped that stupid look off her face. Draco's fingers went to the first button on her shirt and stared her squarely in the face. He slowly undid one button and heard her whimper. His cock twitched. He acted like he was about to do another, but Draco instead pushed her away roughly against the chair and stalked out of the room.
