That day Draco asked for leave for him and Hermione, Hermione being ill and Draco doing extra credit work. But instead he went to the library to visit the restricted area. He had full access because of his Head Boy privileges. There he searched and searched for a way to change the ring to how he wanted it, the primary goal was that she did what she was told and of course that he wouldn't lose that control.
But the searching did not yield any positive results for him. There was one book that mention a dark spell that could make a person do what ever the user wanted them to do, without the zombie like state of the Imperious curse. So if Draco was to tell Hermione to stop telling people that he has control, she would have to stop. How positively evil.
The only problem was that it only mentioned it, not how to do the spell and such. So Draco had much more work ahead of him, how frustrating. So he decided to leave it for the day and return to his love.
When Draco reached the portrait to his dormitory, he all of a sudden became boiling with pent up frustration of the day, when he saw Weasley trying to get into his Dormitory.
"What are doing, Weasley?" Draco sneered.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing Ferret boy?" Ron snapped back, while taking a step towards Draco.
"Hmm well I don't know, could it be you wanted to go into my dormitory to see me?" Draco mocked. "Well sorry Weasley I don't go for penniless, ugly, grotesque, males"
Ron took another threatening step forward clenching his freckled hands, his forehead creasing, face turning into a snarl. Looking like a Lion ready to pounce.
"Haha Ferret. You really think your funny dontcha" Ron snapped back. "I actually came here to see my girlfriend, Hermione. Hmm the word girlfriend a bit foreign to ya. Yes I noticed you're a bit behind in the dating. Awww I almost feel sorry for ya. Almost." Ron smiling smugly.
No sooner had he finished his sentence, he was shoved up against the portrait by an irate Head Boy. His hands around the red heads neck, clenching ever so slowly. The attacker, his face a new picture. Eyes glowing with hatred, teeth bare and clenching. Like a snake devouring his prey.
"I wouldn't say such things of matters that you know nothing of. And while we are kind of on the subject of Hermione, yes? She doesn't go out with you, she told me this evening she only said yes because she felt sorry for you. She feels bad now for leading you on, hence why she hasn't answered the portrait door. She's avoiding you, hoping you get the picture that she only likes you as a friend." Ron's eyes slowly filled with unshed tears, Draco continued to smile evilly. "I on the other hand have got extremely lucky in the Hermione department. You see while we were chatting about you, she confessed her feelings about me. You slowly getting what I am saying?" Ron shut his eyes unable to look at the retched boy before him, his stomach filling with dread, his heart slowly breaking. "Yes Hermione and I are a couple".
Ron opened his eyes to look at Draco. Draco released his painfully strong grip on the red heads neck.
"Your lying, she would never date you." Ron responded in a small voice.
"Now why would I do such a perfetic act. Unlike you I will fight for her, that's what she wants. But here's a forewarning" Draco took a menacing step towards Ron. "If you ever try to split Hermione and I up, I will not be responsible for my actions. I am a very possessive boyfriend, so if you so much as look at her in a lecherous way I will make sure you feel pain. She's mine!" Draco whispered harshly.
With that said and done Draco arrogantly walked into his common room, leaving the red head to come to terms with the turn of events.
As Draco entered the common room he stripped himself of his cloak and scarf. He then proceeded to enter his bedroom, getting ready for the onslaught of insults coming his way. He took down his spells on the door and entered the room.
As he entered his room, he was greeted with the most beautiful sight in his opinion. Hermione was sound asleep, she had her head buried into his pillow, it looked like she was basking in his scent. Her arms and legs were still bound. Her unruly hair was splayed all over her face. Her chest rising and falling in an even pattern, her skin pink from its struggles.
Draco quietly took off his cloak and placed it on a nearby chair and continued his slow walk to his bed. He slowly lowered his self onto his bed beside Hermione's waist. He raised his hand to her face to brush away her hair, which was shielding her creamy white face. As he finally brushed away the last unruly curl he jumped from the bed in fright.
When Draco had left Hermione was left in her slumber, but after an hour Hermione began to stir.
When she awoke she had a blazing headache, she went to move her hand to her head but found it would not move. She looked up to her hand to find her wrists bound to the head of the bed.
Suddenly she was hit with the memories before she went out cold. She was hit with what Draco had done with the ring, how he had demnded that she belonged to him (Hermione scoffed at this) How dare he, the stubborn fool. How he had pinned her to the wall, shook her and then pulled out his wand to her.
Hermione was beyond angry, if that's possible. Her blood was boiling over, her heart rate increased, she began to sweat, her muscles clenched and she started to grind her jaw.
"That Bastard!" Hermione screamed.
She then began to struggle on her bounded ankles and wrists, breathing healthily due to exhaustion.
"Draco you get your pale arse back here! You stupid ferret! Ahhhhhhh" Her screamed again.
After move attempts to release her bounds and screaming, she gave up. She was just too tired. Now she lay with her head in the pillows and her hair covering her face. She was still for about a quarter and an hour. Soon she heard the clink of shoes heading towards the oak door.
"Hermione, my word you gave me a scare there, you know your eyes can be really scary sometimes," Draco laughed nervously.
He then moved back to where he was situated before. Hermione moved her hips away from him. Draco did not notice, or he chose not to care. He moved his hand to her cheek but he reached it just to short, Hermione had moved her head out of his reach.
"Don't touch me you creep," Hermione hissed.
Draco's eyes thinned in rejection. How dare she reject me, no, no she does not know what she is doing. She has only just awoke. She loves me, yes, yes she does. Draco's obsession with Hermione was slowly tipping to insanity for Draco, if he didn't make her his soon Draco would be no more.
Draco moved himself on top of Hermione, his legs straddling her waist. Hermione stiffened with his action. He sat there staring down at her, what she saw was not Draco. His eyes held so much love, not the love that makes you go weak at the knees, no it was crazed love that came one way. And in all honesty Hermione really feared her life.
"Malfoy, wwwhat are yyyyou doing" She stuttered.
Draco still gazed down at her, he slowly raised his hand to her face and wiped the tears that were now falling from her face. He retreated his hand back to his mouth where he tasted her salty tears. He groaned with pleasure, at the knowledge that a piece of Hermione was in him now
"Mine" Draco groaned and swooped down to claim Hermione's lips.
Again he groaned in pleasure. Hermione tried to struggle against him, Draco just held her still with his hands and body. Soon Draco stopped and looked down at his delicate flower. Untouched.
Hermione was sobbing. "Please Malfoy let me go. Look I won't tell anyone, just let me go, please I want my freedom -" Hermione stuttered. But was stopped when Draco's hand went to her mouth.
"No, no never. You will never leave me. Don't you understand Hermione we are meant to be, we will yield great and beautiful children. I do not want another, your it for me." Draco said coldly.
"Fine" Hermione said quickly. "If…if…you let me out il show everyone that we go out…..yea." Hermione was so desperate to get away from him, that she let her infamous brain, to some, fall.
"No! You cannot fool me, my love. If I let you go you will run to Dumbledore. No, no Freedom is one thing I can never give you, never. You see my angel, I'm all you ever need, I'll protect you, love you, look after you. I'll be your everything. You'll want for nothing, but I cannot give you your freedom." Draco had a downcast look upon his face.
He hated seeing her upset, but he didn't want to let her go, he lived because of her. Hermione continued to sob, Draco couldn't take it anymore he threw his self off of the bed and fled the room. Once again placing the charms upon his door. He staggered away.
As he walked out of the room he continued to hear Hermione's cries in his mind, they were slowly tearing his heart to pieces. He stopped his staggering to place his hand on the portrait hole, he was beginning to hyperventilate. She's never going to love me back. Never. Again he heard Hermione's cry for freedom.
"NO!! no, no she'll learn to love me, yes she will. Il make her happy, of course I will. I can't lose her," Draco gave another strangled sob at the thought of losing her. He stumbled to one of the sofas and threw his self down.
There in the Head Dorms Draco cried his self to sleep, for the first time.
Well there you go the fourth chapter of Possessive Love!! I am so sorry i have taken so long to update. This chapter does need some more work done to it, like grammer and such. Sorry if there wasn't much Dramione interaction wink wink nudge nudge You know what i mean hehe!! But i wanted to show people that Draco is mentally unstable, he is a possessive character, but he is also vunerable as you saw at the end of this chapter.
Well hope you liked it, please review...again no flames.
Right onto my other fic Obsessions of the Nymph...i am in the process of finishing the second chapter of it. Its just that i havn't been in the mood to write that fic...only just got in the mood to write this one. I have been busy with college, plus i have been doing some reading of my own on fanfiction. So if there are any fics you think that i might enjoy please tell me. Also i have been reading some Meljean Brook books, quite the writer this one haha.
Well toodles, i really have to stop writing essays for the Authors notes, its practiculy longer then the chapter lol just joking.
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Cora x