AN: Situations may be a bit out of order, but that is the beauty of Fanfiction!
PS/AN: Some lines you will recognize from the fourth book, I take no claim to them as my own.


Whatever Will Be, Will Be

Chapter Seven: Unforgivable

Hermione's POV

"Hermione," Draco began slowly as he looked down at our entwined hands. "Do you remember that night, when Viktor Krum and I got into that little confrontation?"

I took a moment before responding, shuddering, and thinking it was anything but little. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, it just crossed my mind all of the sudden. You told me that the two of you weren't talking, before I came to the library, and yet he knew exactly where we were, after I mean. How is that do you think?"

"I donno." I told him honestly. "I mean, maybe he heard… Struggling, from outside the door?"

"Hm, maybe." He responded. "But, even if so, he would have had to following us, wouldn't he? There are a million different halls in this place, and yet he chose the same path as us. It's just sort of… Odd."

"Yeah." I smiled while running the blades of my fingers through the crisp green grass beneath us. "It is."

"Yeah…" He trailed off. "Hermione, now, I won't be angry… But, were you lying to me? Were you two talking before I got there?" He wondered before looking up into my eyes.

"No." I shook my head. "No, we weren't. I mean, we exchanged a few words concerning dust and books, but besides that we didn't talk at all. It was just silence, I promise you. But…" I began riskily. "…Would it even matter if we were?"

"No, no I guess not." He agreed with a small smile before pulling his eyes from mine and looking out onto the early morning sky.


"So – straight into it." Moody went on. "Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I'm supposed to teach you counter-curses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like until you're in sixth year. You're not supposed to be old enough to deal with it 'til then. But Professor Dumbledore's got a higher opinion on your nerves, he reckons you can cope, and I say, the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. How are you supposed to defend yourself against something you've never seen? A wizard who's about to pull an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it all nice and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and watchful.

"Now, will one of you kindly step up and name one of the unforgivable curses?" He went on. "Today would be nice!" He boomed. "Ah! Weasley, is it?" He asked as Ron shakily raised his hand. "That's it, come on up."

"I think I know one, it's called the Imperius curse, I think?" Ron guessed slowly.

"Ah, yeah, you'd know all about that one wouldn't you? Your dad gave the Ministry quite a hard time with that one." He said softly while leaning in towards my redhead friend. "Now class!" He added in a bark, making Ron jump nearly a foot and then shutter back down into his seat beside Harry. "In these glass jars you'll find one spider each, no need to tell you what their purpose is it would appear to be self explanatory but I'll tell you anyways in case we have any slow ones with us here: Three spiders, three curses. Now enough of that – Imperio!" He stated loudly and proudly while pointing his wand towards the first jar.

The spider floated mystically into the air and followed Moody's wand precisely, doing flips and swirls through the air and hovering over various students heads.

Laughter broke out through the classroom as Mad-Eye began trailing the innocent spider along people's chests and faces; I was among the few who weren't laughing. Draco, on the other hand, was among the first to start.

"What shall I have her do next?" Moody began as the laughter slowly died down. "Drown herself?" He asked while hovering the spider over a deep bucket of water. "Throw herself out the window?

"No. You need to see and learn the seriousness of these curses… It's only fun and games until someone looses an eye. Believe me, I'd know." He then made his way back to his desk and floated the spider back into her jar roughly.

"Another curse!" He boomed loudly.

Neville slowly stood from his seat and raised his hand shyly. "The… Cruciatus curse?"

"Right you are there, Neville: The torture curse." Moody nodded before levitating the spider into his hand, and then onto the desk before Neville. "Crucio!"

The spiders' back instantly shot downward and its legs upward. A loud, shrill screech filled the classroom as the spider twitched and strained itself endlessly; suffering.

"Stop it!" I cried after seeing Neville's hurt and pained expression for too long. "Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!" I demanded before slamming my hands onto the surface of my desk with rage and fury.

"Perhaps, Miss Granger, you can tell us the last of the unforgivable curses?" He asked me after finding his way to my seat. I shook my head and fought back tears of anger for Moody and sadness for Neville.

"Very well. Then maybe you should keep your outbursts to yourself then next time." He suggested rudely while making his way back up to the front of the classroom. Draco grabbed my hand softly from under the desk and rubbed the top of it soothingly, and I felt myself relax. A little.

"The last of the unforgivable curses… Can anyone name it?" He asked. "No? I thought not. Though I know there isn't a one of you in this classroom who doesn't know what it's called or what it does.

"The killing curse, and there is but one person who has ever survived through it. And he's right here, in this classroom."

I watched as Harry placed his hand delicately along his scar; feeling self conscious. Moody then stepped before him and levitated the spider to Harry and Ron's desk, and after a few seconds: Avada Kedavra!


"I can't believe he would perform those in a classroom! And to call on the students that the curses would affect the most!" I said angrily while leading Draco, Ron and Harry down the winding staircase. "I mean did you see Neville's face?"

Harry placed his hand along my sleeves and pulled me back gently, only in time to see Neville standing before me silently.

"Neville?" I asked him while placing my hand softly on his shoulder. "Neville, are you alright?" As I asked him this I thought what a ridiculous question it is, it is only ever asked when the one doing the asking knows perfectly well the answer to. People only ever ask 'are you alright' when they know the person is anything but alright.

"Come on son." Moody said from behind us, making the lot of us jump in fright and turn in his direction. "Professor Sprout tells me you're interested in Herbology… Come with me, there's something I want to show you."

We watched as Neville nodded and followed Mad-Eye back up to his classroom in silence.


"Hermione, do you want to help me with something?" Draco asked curiously as the two of us sat in the darkness of the unused classroom.

"What is it?" I wondered.

"Well, it's sort of a… An experiment, if you will." He explained. "It's something I have been wanting to do for a while, but I never knew how to come about it accurately until earlier today."

"Okay… What is it?" I asked. "I mean, what is it you've been wanting to do?"

"Just… Trust me." He said suspiciously. "Alright love?"

"Okay." I said with a curious smile. "Anything I can do to help for an experiment. What do I need to do?"

"Don't worry about that, just leave it up to me and everything will go smoothly; naturally."

"Draco, I don-"

"Imperio." I heard him say softly, and it stopped me from finishing whatever it was I was going to say.

I could no longer control myself, my body seemed to move on its own. I tried with all my might to do something, anything, on my own, but I couldn't. It was like I was in my body still, but it was possessed somehow. I could see everything, and hear everything and feel everything, but I could get a breath out on my own.

I could see Draco smiling with pride through the side of my vision as my body moved gracefully closer towards his. My hands which were once entwined in his now made their way up and down his chest and stomach. I tried pulling myself away from him, but it seemed the harder I tried the harder the task became, and the closer I got to him.

Draco leaned himself back comfortably as my hands forced themselves onto the outside of the front of his jeans. The inside of me was screaming for freedom, but it never came.

The sound of his zipper filled my ears as I felt myself moving closer towards his sex with my upper body.

He was now in my hands: Hard, long, warm, pulsating… Sickening.

I wanted to throw up; I wanted to rip it off… But all I kept doing was stroking my hand up and down slowly in a perfect rhythm. His moans and heavy breathing was all I heard beside my own elevated heartbeat.

It was then that the worst part came. He was in my mouth now; my tongue slithered along him and my cheeks soar from sucking him deeper and deeper into my mouth.

He moaned out loudly in a call of pure pleasure and bliss as a taste worse than anything I had ever experienced filled my mouth. It was like salt and pancake batter, only worse. His hands gripped tightly onto the back of my head and shoulder, and he shoved himself in me so deeply I was sure I would gag or vomit, I wanted to, but my body allowed neither to happen.

I slowly pulled my mouth and hand away from him and found myself away from him; on the floor before him and looking up at him with a smile.

I watched him zip himself back up and stand with a look of relaxation and satisfaction on his face and in his eyes.

It wasn't until he was nearing the door that he released me.

"Draco!" I called to him. "Draco!" I cried, but he kept walking away from me. "Draco!" I tried again, but he just walked out the door, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Draco…" I whispered softly with tears running down my cheeks. "Why would you do that… I trusted you…"

The taste of him was still in my mouth, and my stomach lurched, doing what it should have in the first place. I tried swallowing it down, but it wouldn't stay, it came up fast and furiously. I gripped tightly onto the side of the couch as I hurled up everything that was inside of me onto the floor.

When I was finally done I plopped back onto the floor in a fit of tears; throwing my face into my hands and pouring my heart out and all the while saying his name over and over…


I wasn't sure who found me, or how, but I now found myself cradled up against a large boulder, and the ground beneath me was rough and sharp and cold.

They told me to wait here, they told me not to move. And I listened, numbly, I listened.

His hands on my shoulders where what brought me back from wherever it was my mind had gone off to.

I ran my hand up and placed it gently onto the side of his face as he asked softly. "Vhat happened?" I didn't hear him at first, or more, I didn't comprehend his words. "Hermione, please, tell me vhat happened."

"He…" I began, this time hearing him. "He made me… Do things. He didn't force me to, he just… I couldn't control myself. Imperio."

Viktor wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest as my eyes fell shut and released more dozens of tears. "Shh, shh, don't fret, I'm here… I have you, you're safe."

I know it was odd, and I shouldn't have trusted him so, but I soon found myself relaxed and silent in his arms, no longer crying.

"Let me valk you to your common room." He offered before slightly loosening his hold around me. "I don't van't yo-"

"No." I told him softly, cutting him off. "I mean, I don't… Will you… I can't…"

"Vhat is it?" He asked softly while looking into my eyes.

"Will you just… Will you sleep with me tonight?" I asked him finally. "I don't want to go back to my common room; I don't want to be around all those people. Please, will you please take me somewhere were we can be alone and you can just hold me?"


"No one vill bother us here." He said softly after pulling up a thin quilt and cocooning us in it. "You're safe, you can sleep. I von't let anything happen to you."

I didn't really say anything back as I laid there in his arms; I just looked over into his eyes with my arms wrapped loosely around his torso.

"You have to know, you don't deserve vhat he does to you." He said softly. "You deserve someone who vill love and protect you like a boyfriend should…" He trailed off and brought his hand up to the side of my face to slide a bundle of hair that had fallen into my eyes. "You're beautiful, you're a little princess, and you should be treated like one."

Like earlier, I moved my hand back up to his face and let his warmth absorb into me.

Viktor slowly moved his hand from my head and slid it gracefully to the top of mine, where he then laced his fingers within mine. He then slowly, carefully, leaned his head in towards mine, and he softly kissed me.

My eyes were closed now as he pulled his lips from mine, but I could feel him watching me, and so I opened my eyes again to look back at him. And I slid my hand, which was still cupped safely in his, to the crook of his neck, and we leaned into each other once again, and kissed.

His lips weren't like Draco's, they were different. They were warm and full and soft. And when he kissed me it wasn't at all like when Draco kissed me. No. As Viktor kissed me, as his lips softly and tenderly pressed themselves into mine… It felt safe, and comfortable, and content. He made me feel safe, and comfortable, and content. When he kissed me… I felt loved.

And that, I realized, is why I called his name, and not Draco's.

TBC