Chapter 8
A/N – just wanted to say thank you to lexicon63738 and cold hearted tiger, for the lovely reviews! You guys make my day! JSorry I haven't updated in a while, school is absolutely crazy and I've been traveling, but here's a chapter for ya! And just a warning, if you haven't noticed already, I love cliff-hangers.
WARNING: This chapter contains sexual context
Hermione almost spat out her food. Married? They want me to get married to- to .. Draco?
"I don't understand." Hermione said to break the silence. Bellatrix looked at her sharply.
"You don't exactly have a choice." Her mother said through her teeth, trying to keep a smile on.
"Well I should…" She mumbled.
Hermione looked at Draco, who was sitting quietly in his chair, clearly though with a look of horror plastered on his face. I shifted my gaze to the dark lord, who usually has no emotion on his face. My mother was all gleeful, along with Draco's mother.
Even though Hermione had all these thoughts and points she could say, none of it would matter. It all landed into the hands of Voldemort.
"Well?" Hermione asked bravely while turning to Voldemort. "I mean it's up to you, they don't care what I think."
"I think," the Dark Lord hissed, "that it is a marvelous idea."
Hermione's mouth fell open. This was the last thing she expected.
"Then it's settled. You two are engaged!" Bellatrix said happily.
Hermione got up from her seat and began swaying. She heard people ask her what's wrong and to sit down but she ignored them. Slowing making her way to the exit, she leaned over and vomited on the floor. Before she could realise what was happening, everything went black.
. . .
Hermione opened her eyes to her bedroom. The only odd thing was that there was a cold cloth on her forehead, a bucket beside her, and Tom sitting in the corner.
"You're awake." He exclaimed.
"I am, how long was I out for?"
"Only a few hours."
It was odd, Hermione thought. As the events of the previous dinner came flooding into her head.
"Why did you say yes?" she asked.
"To what?"
"Me and Draco getting married! I don't want to marry him!" Hermione yelled. She looked at her watched and saw that it was late in the night.
"Would you rather marry me?" Tom asked smirking.
Maybe fifty years ago.
"Pft. I don't want to get married to anyone right now! "
Tom got up, lazily bringing his body next to hers in the bed. Without thought, Hermione instantly snuggled up to him. He began to run his hands through her hair.
"Hermione, you and Draco will be great."
"No." She said, refusing his comments.
"You're children-"
"No."
"Great powers-"
"No."
"Rich and famous-"
"NO!" Hermione said loudly while pinning him down. Looking down at Tom, some tears began to flea from her eyes.
"I don't want to get married." She whispered. Then leaning down, she kissed him. Why? She doesn't know. All Hermione did know was that it felt good and warm and safe. His warm hands created fire against her skin, pulling her shirt above her head. Tom flipped them over, and removed his shirt before pinning her down with his weight. The kiss was passionate, and exciting. Hermione felt the muscles on his back and arms, his chest as well.
"You have to get married." He said breathlessly, "for me."
"For you?" Hermione asked while pulling his head down to kiss longer.
"Yes."
She paused, "then what will happen?" They both knew what she was talking about. Hermione meant about her and Tom.
"I don't know, love." He replied. But that was all she needed, just an answer. Running her fingers through his hair she heard him moan. Hermione pushed her abdomen up to meet his already hard erection.
"Hermione," Tom warned.
"What?" She asked between kisses, "you don't want to?"
"I do. But you're not ready."
Hermione frowned but didn't stop. The overwhelming urge was there but she tried her best to ignore it.
"I can help you though." Tom said while placing delicate kisses along her neck.
"oh-"
His hand slid down her belly and under her waist band of her pajama pants. Tom moved his fingers over her warm spot.
"Oh, Tom" Hermione said her breath hitching, "that feels so good."
"I know, love." He said trailing kisses along her breasts now. He picked up his pace rubbing a finger over her clit, and slowly entered a finger inside or her. Pumping in and out, Hermione moaned loudly, how could a person like him make her feel so good? She thought. He kept moving his finger, kissing her neck and chest, nothing has ever felt so good.
"Tom." She whispered in his ear. He sped up his motions and Hermione began feeling a warm spot in her stomach. She was on edge, blood pumping to her lower place, she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Finally, a warm tingling sensation was sent down her spine and all throughout her body. She lay there with her eyes closed, catching her breath. When Hermione opened her eyes, Tom was gone, and she was left a mess on the bed.
Nothing has quite felt so good, but opening her eyes, and seeing him gone had hurt. As if he was never even there in the first place. All Hermione wanted was to feel in control – and oh how she ever felt so helpless. Marring Draco, she thought. Surly she needs to be faithful to him, she can't go around with the Dark Lord…
The more Hermione laid in bed in thought, the more she regretted everything.
"I made a promise." She said quietly to herself. Alone in her bedroom, she switched on a light and pulled a piece of parchment, and began writing.
Ginny,
I know you Ron and Harry are still having trouble about my situation. Me being a lestrange and all, and maybe you feel differently about me now. But for right now I really need a girlfriend, so please, switch all the names if you like, I just need to talk to someone. I would owl Harry, but this conversation wouldn't exactly be up his alley.
So…. I'm engaged to Draco Malfoy… not by mu choice of course! But I'm getting married. Our parents practically forced it on us! And the Dark Lord gave his blessing. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. Obviously upset, but I really need to look on the bright side, this is my life now. Is it bad that I'm not only scared to marry him because he is a Malfoy, but also because he's so much more… experienced and powerful, and good looking for Godric's sake! I'm trying so hard to fit in, but it's so hard. I won't show it but I miss you all terribly… and I miss my past. I don't want to live this way, and liv with them, but I have NO other choice.
I feel powerless, and manipulated, and today I almost broke a promise I made to myself, what it was and with who almost makes me vomit. I am so ashamed and disappointed. I feel like there's been an imperious cure cast upon me and it won't lift. Clearly there isn't one but I feel so trapped. I'm trying, Ginny. I'm trying so hard, but I don't know how much longer I can do it. I don't belong.
I'll be returning to Hogwarts tomorrow, I'll fill you in then.
Hermione.
Summoning and owl, Hermione tied the letter to the creature and sent it off to find the Burrow. Feeling relived that she had spoken her mind (and admitted to herself) she finally got a good night's sleep.
