Haunting
Hermione physically deflated. All hope escaping from her body as she wearily exhaled. Her pulse hammering as heavily as the rain outside. With the door now guarded by Malfoy, there was no way out apart from the stairs. But she severely doubted her ability to both fly up the stairs and get to her room before Malfoy caught up with her. He was twice her size, and fast. Neither did she have her wand. She was completely defenceless.
He stood haunting the doorway. He hadn't moved since his first step towards her. Hermione tried to inconspicuously shuffle her feet backwards, but her shoes grated against the uneven wood. Malfoys slowly raised his head up in the air, nostrils flaring.
She couldn't see him properly, only flashes of his silhouette as the lightening outside cast a beam of light through the windows. Her ragged breaths came loudly in and out of her lips, scratching her throat as the air travelled to her lungs. Her mind was in overload. She couldn't make sense of her colliding thoughts, her insides twisting and knotting as the daunting prospect of her vulnerability increased.
Malfoy had noticed that she hadn't drawn her wand, and was torn between whether she was waiting for an opportune moment, or whether she actually wanted him. Her mere stance said otherwise. She was visibly shaking, silent whimpers betraying her lips. He relished it. No wand.
Her transparent t-shirt clung desperately to her wet skin, revealing her figure beneath. Pangs of heat shot to his throbbing groin. "Granger". Even Malfoy was surprised at how husky his voice had become. The overwhelming heat he felt battled with the cold of his bare, wet skin. He waited for the lightening that would come, revealing Hermione's petrified face to him. Not that he needed the light of course, but he enjoyed how every time she would see him afresh, her round eyes wide.
He took a silent step forward. But she didn't know, it was still dark. He closed his mouth, breathing carefully through his nose. Hermione noticed the change in the air. She was verging hyperventilation, her breathing hitching at a faster pace.
She looked around hopelessly. She needed the lightening. The room was a fair size, it being a pub. She didn't know how close he was and it unnerved her. The lightening flashed, and she almost squealed. Her hand threw itself to her mouth before it escaped her throat. He had moved closer.
She knew there was the bar to her left. Maybe she could hide there, and he would think she had gone up the stairs. She doubted it, almost every step of those stairs creaked. Still, she had to do something. Slipping off her shoes, and leaving them on the floor she tried as quietly as she could to make it to the bar. Her hands were raised slightly, as her bare feet came into contact with the splintered floor.
Malfoy watched her every move. Watched how her shoes slipped off and revealed her delicate feet. Those feet that ever so gently inched their way across the floor. He let out a low, menacing chuckle.
Her skin crawled. His voice sounded so near. All Hermione could do was pray that lightening wouldn't strike until she'd gotten behind the bar. The floor scratched her feet, leaving small splinters and scrapes. She ignored it, it was the least of her problems. Her breathing was controlled, if not fairly harshly coming through her nose.
Her heart was ready to implode. The uncertainty of everything was crashing down on her. She wanted to scream, but logic told her no one would hear her. Everyone would still be at the other pub, happily talking and laughing, not planning on making their way back until the battering rain had passed. Everyone enjoying their time away from the safe walls of Hogwarts. Everyone. Except Hermione.
It was like her eyes weren't even open. It was a deathly dark. The atmosphere was excruciating. She could feel the lust role of Malfoys body in penetrating waves. Hermione was frightened. Above all, frightened for her life because of Malfoy. It both caused seething anger and fear to course through her veins.
Though, hope was rekindled. Her violently shaking hands came into contact with a rough wooden surface. Tears welled up in her eyes. The bar. She moved her way right, her hands feeling the way. There should be a hatch, and it would be ridiculously easy to crawl under it. But then flash. Lightening lit up the entire room, and Hermione's head snapped backwards.
Malfoy smirked. She looked like a terrified dear in the headlights. Before she could scream he grabbed her. His large hand smothered her mouth. Whilst the other in one quick movement, grabbed both her hands and held them firmly behind her back. A single tear of hot anger ran down her cheek.
Malfoys eyes followed the tear as it slowly hugged the contours of he cheek.. He looked into her eyes locking her gaze.
Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from his captivating stare. Never leaving her gaze, he caught the tear before it hit his hand. With his tongue. Slowly he brought his tongue upwards following the trail of the tear from where it had fallen, stopping just before he reached her eye.
He looked down on her, satisfied. Her chocolate eyes were wide and bewildered. The golden specks sparkling in the lightening.
Hermione could feel his throbbing arousal against her abdomen, and she tried desperately to move back against the bar. Preferring the sharp splintering wood to his manhood. He seemed to notice, as he smirked and crushed his body further into hers thrusting his hips forward, and sharply pulling her arms back.
Hermione could only close her eyes in disgust. Both with the hard poke, and the way her body was beginning to react.
Something stirred at the pit of her stomach, and her knees became slightly weak. His body against hers noticed the slightest slacking of her posture, so he furthered his weight onto her smiling. He forced one leg between hers, fighting with her crossed thighs. His eyes flashed. "If you scream, no one will hear you". His voice was the sweetest black syrup. His hand rubbed away from her mouth, holding instead against her throat. It was only with the slightest of pressure that he held his hand there, but still, he could feel her erratic pulse through her skin. She whimpered, her hot breath tickling his face.
He stood at his 6'1, towering over Hermione. Her tiny frame being squashed beneath his toned body. In a fleeting movement his bruising kiss was devouring her lips. His tongue seized the advantage as she gasped, forcing its way into every crevice of her mouth. He roughly bit her lower lip, and she squealed in pain.
He dived towards the area between her neck and shoulders placing hard nips and kisses as he went. He bit her harder, hard enough to draw blood. She shrieked in pain, making him even more aroused. It was intoxicating.
He thumbed it roughly, his thumb pressing down so blood rose to the surface. He smeared it, deeply satisfied of how angry the blemish surrounding the mark became. It would be sore, but also unarguable evidence. He smiled at the love bite, pleased that it would be there to stay.
He moved his eyes to hers, relishing that hers had become slightly hooded. Crushing her lips, once more she seemed to be kissing him back. Their mouths and tongues dancing wildly. Hot breath came in drags between kisses, trying their best not to part the war of a kiss. His strong hand had moved from her throat, and was now roughly scrunching her hair, pushing her head further into the kiss.
She moaned hungrily, trying to pulled her hands from his clasp. When he wouldn't let go, she just arched her body against his, tiptoeing with her bare feet. He seemed to realise what she wanted, as soon after he released her hands, and let them roam his body.
Her hands caressed each bump of his well toned abdomen, marvelling at the sheer definition before moving upwards; scratching his chest fiercely with her nails. He moaned deep into her mouth, the mixture of pain and pleasure surging through him like electricity.
The heat of his body almost burnt her hands, but she welcomed it. Welcomed the fire like passion. The world around her crumbled and slipped away, concentrating only on Malfoys consuming touch. The way their bodies meshed together, bruising the skin.
His powerful hands travelled underneath her wet shirt, gently tugging and pinching her erect nipples. She whimpered slightly, it was the first time a boy had ever touched her breasts. He then slowly moved his hand down to her jeans, he didn't want to scare her away. So he kept his hands on the outisde of her jeans, his two fingers rubbing the place between her thighs.
He devoured her mouth, no longer bothering to breath. Animalistic passion taking over. It was becoming dangerous.
"Draco NO!". Hermione's lips pulled back, her hands immediately slackening from Malfoys tangled hair. He still held her against him possessively, a low growl vibrating in his chest. She was brought back to reality. She squirmed beneath him, her fists pushing against his marble chest.
"Draco get off her!"
She recognised that voice. It was Blaise. Sheer relief washed through her. She looked up at Malfoy her eyes pleading. The growl in his throat did not cease but he took half a step back, his strong arms releasing her.
She dropped to the floor on her feet with a faint thud, as her entire weight had been pinned in the air between the bar and Malfoy. Hermione's eyes darted to the door. Zabini stood, two inches taller than Malfoy, his entire body shaking.
"Draco, you need to control yourself, gain control".
Hermione looked from one Slytherin to the other, confusion drawn across her face. She couldn't bring herself to let go of the bar as her legs fought with her brain that was telling her to run upstairs. She looked over at Blaise for help, but he was focused on Malfoy. His dark skin was menacing against the lightening, and every time it flashed she noticed his eyes weren't twinkling. They were almost dead.
Her eyes threw from one boy to the other, as if at a tennis match. She didn't understand what was going on. Malfoys body was still in Hermione's direction, frozen, but his head was turned towards Zabini. Hot tears began to well up in her eyes. She didn't know why she was crying. She was ashamed that she had been caught with Malfoy, her skin and lips suddenly feeling dirty. Then, rejection washed through her. Was Blaise just trying to tell him he shouldn't be touching a dirty Mudblood?
Unable to face any more wounding towards her pride, she bolted up the stairs. Not looking back once. She tripped towards the top, but as the stairs were spiralled so they didn't see. Her tears flowed hard, stinging her red cheeks.
Smashing could be heard downstairs and she feebly ignored it, covering her ears as the fireplace roared to life with a deafening explosion.
"Draco stop! Look the fire!! Just go your not with it!".
Hermione hastily crawled into the small room dragging herself up by the handle of the 'Gryffindor girls' door. She stumbled through, slamming the door behind her. The first door was Ginny's, so she ran through only stopping because her legs buckled, allowing her to collapse onto the bed. Hermione was both emotionally and physically exhausted as unpleasant sleep took her.
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She woke, the sick feeling of routine in her stomach. So far, since the incident outside McGonagall's office, she had gone to sleep crying because of Malfoy. She couldn't open her eyes just yet, they were sore, and protested against the harsh sunlight. God knows what time it was, she didn't really care.
She lay still, keenly listening to see if Ginny was on the other bed. But she heard no one breathing. Feeling safe she rolled over. Her eyes opened groggily. Ginny's bed was untouched. She must have spent the night with Harry. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she realised how normal people acted when they were attracted to someone.
She sorely sat up, faint poppy bruises lined her wrists. She dreaded what her neck would look like. With her body screaming at her, she stood up making her way to the door. With her ear pressed to the door, her brow creased as she realised there was no movement whatsoever. She was either amazing late or amazing early to wake up. She trod carefully into the hallway, cringing as she noticed that her feet were bare. Yet another reminder.
Her shoes must still be downstairs. She searched down the corridor, none of the girls were up. Or at least were already up and out. She didn't know whether she wanted to be found. What would she say? She almost gave in to Malfoy? Hesitantly she tiptoed to the next door, an opened it so it was slightly ajar.
Padma and Pavarti Patil were fast asleep in their beds, their breathing soft and even. So she was early. She gently closed the door and walked back up the corridor. Standing in front of the main door, she absently followed the doorframe all the way around. If she stepped out now, she would be out of safety. Still it needed to be done sooner or later.
Closing her eyes she threw open the door and closed it in one motion. Hermione opened her eyes, swiftly at the staircase. 'One more to go'. Doing the same again, she whirled through the head door.
Her chocolate eyes darted around the small room, resting for a moment on his door. She hadn't expected to see him, but the pang of rejection returned. She shuffled to her door, tripping over. Looking down, her shoes were sitting neatly in front of her door. 'At least I don't have to look for them', she thought sadly.
Opening her door, and distraughtly striding through her room she fell to her bed, wishing more sleep would come. Cruelly it didn't. She was forced to watch flashback upon flashback of what had happened last night.
