Here's the next chapter, sorry I take a while to update, plenty of work to be doing for college etc.
Hermione jolted awake to the sound of rain, which mimicked the sweat covering her skin.
She breathed deeply, it had just been a dream.
"He's a traitor to both sides. He needs to be killed." it was Harry's voice, but the voice wasn't coming from Harry's body, it was coming from Voldemort's body. A cruel trick, Voldemort with Harry's voice.
Voldemort was stood in front of her, but his eyes were the bright green glints that belonged to Harry.
She was stood, her feet stuck to the floor, her body unwilling to move. Her wand was enclosed in her clenched fist.
"You're my best friend. Please." Harry's voice pleaded, "Kill him."
Voldemort's body moved out of the way, and there, tied to a chair, slumped Draco Malfoy. His grey eyes glittered with despair. His white hair looked dull and straw-like. It was obvious he had been tortured.
"Kill him." Harry's voice ordered.
Draco's eyes fluttered shut, a silent pleading for her to end it.
"I can't." her voice stated brokenly.
"He was going to kill Dumbledore, KILL HIM WITCH!"
"No." she shook her head; her hand gradually gripping her wand tighter.
"Crucio." Voldemort's wand was pointed at Draco's body, and Draco's wand was pointed at her body, the crucio flowed through Voldemort's wand, through Draco and Draco's wand and into Hermione, she felt herself lift off the ground, her toes barely touching the floor. "He's hurting you Hermione. Kill him. End this."
Draco remained silent the whole time.
"KILL HIM." Harry's voice roared in her ears, and she watched as the crucio caused her to involuntarily lift her arm and point her wand at Draco.
"Please. Please. You don't understand, he's not a bad guy. I can vouch for him!" Her body arched back as she felt the crucio intensify, her mouth opened wide and her eyes squeezed shut.
"HE IS A TRAITOR HERMIONE. KILL HIM, NOW!"
And with that, Draco's eyes glinted, and the crucio flowing from Voldemort's and Draco's wand in turn, caused Hermione to involuntarily whisper-
"Avada Kedavra."
She was released from the crucio, and she watched, as instantly, Draco Malfoy's body rocked back, and all light faded from his stormy eyes.
Hermione gasped for air, she sat bolt upright.
Her hands patted at her face, she was damp with sweat.
She closed her eyes for a moment, but she opened them quickly when the image of Draco's lifeless body appeared behind her eyelids.
She turned to look at Draco, still in the bed.
Draco's eyes were on her, watching her every move, and she cried out and vaulted from the bed when she found his eyes glinting in a similar way from the dream.
"Holy fucking Merlin, Granger, what the hell?" he hissed as she slammed herself to the wall he sat up and the covers pooled at his bare waist.
"You. Stay back. I-"
"Bad dream? I know, I felt it." he stated. When she looked puzzled he gestured to the small crescent-shaped red welts her nails had left in his biceps. "You were mumbling and gripping my arms, and I felt it through passive ligilimency." he shrugged.
"Ligilimency? You were reading my mind?" she asked, horrified.
"Sometimes it happens, it's an accident. Can't control it. Strong emotions seem to attract my attention." he looked her straight in the face. He shuffled across the bed and placed his feet on the floor.
"No, stay back, please."
"Granger, it was a dream." he stood up and took a step toward her. She shot her palm out toward him to keep him at bay. She shook her head.
"It felt so real."
"I know. I felt it."
"Did you see it, were you there? Did you see my dream?" she asked, her voice high and tense.
"Yes." He whispered. She sighed. He cocked his head.
"I would never do that. I could never kill you, never kill anybody."
"I know. You're a goody-two-shoes." he took aother step forward and pushed her palm away.
"But you, you crucio-ed me." she whispered, looking away. He took a step toward her again so his body shadowed hers, he was close, he dropped his head to whisper in her ear-
"Because Dark Lord Potter crucio-ed me. Have a little faith."
She sighed as his breath hit her neck, and as the adrenalin stopped pumping, her knees buckled, he caught her by the elbows as she started to slide down the wall.
He looked her in the face, hoping that the dullness in his eyes in the dream was not what she was seeing now in reality.
"You don't really think my hair or eyes look like that do you?" he asked. She shook her head. "My hair is way sexier than that, and my eyes, they're always, well- sparkly."
"Sparkly?" she snorted, clutching his shoulders.
"SHINY." he corrected himself. She nodded, allowing him to retain dignity.
He tilted his head.
"Granger, come back to bed?" he asked "I'm tired." he bent his head to find the crook in her neck.
"I can't." she mumbled as she leant back into the wall. His hands found the wall either side of her head.
He sighed against her neck, and her knees buckled from the sensation. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and Draco laughed knowingly and the sensations he had created. The gruff chuckle vibrated against her neck, causing her to tilt back her head with a shaky sigh.
"Granger." he lifted his head so his breath tickled her ear "It's nearly three in the morning, come back to bed." A hand on her waist.
He kissed her jaw, his chapped lips skimmed the soft flesh. She whimpered and her hands tangled themselves in his hair.
Why did he have to have this effect on her? Why him, of all people? Why not Ron? Ron was a friend, a good friend. But things felt forced and awkward. Yes she cared for him deeply, but she felt like she cared equally as deeply for Draco Malfoy, and she felt and hoped, that maybe, she was beginning to feel Draco reciprocate that care.
His hot breath was there on her neck again and she slammed one palm into the wall, grasping, it was all she could do in an effort to stay upright.
Pull yourself together Hermione.
Her eyes shot open and she tugged Draco's head back by his hair, her eyes skimmed his, and then she crashed their lips together. She was a Gryffindor, and she sure as hell wasn't going to reliquish all control to a Slytherin.
Draco put a hand on her neck and waist, and crushed her close to him, all tenderness lost, just the need to share the pent-up emotion.
He pulled back, gasping for air, her golden eyes flickered to his silver ones.
He watched as she realised this was not to carry on; the lust drained from her eyes, colour stained her cheeks, she grew jittery under his touch and gaze.
She watched as the confidence wavered, the smile slowly retracted from his features, his gaze softened and his breathing grew steady again.
He looked into her face, licked his lips and whispered, her first name and a request
"Hermione. Please, come to bed."
They fell into the sheets in each other's arms, and both slept soundly for the rest of the night.
Hopefully this made up for the fact that I haven't updated in a while, I know it's a little heated, and sorry if it doesn't fully follow the books or films.
Thank you for reading, please review! xx
