HHHHHHIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!! Hi!! How is everyone? Hope life is good for all you fine people!! Anyways I just gotta answer something and make something clear. I know that this storyline with Draco/Hermione is moving rather fast and Hermione turning evil was sort of a joke from me and all. But I have to make this clear:
The first seven chapters have taken place over about 3 months!! Hermione had been in Voldemort's home for about two months before she slept with Draco and Hermione had has been away from the Order and people for so long and she feels angry towards them because she knows she's probably not leaving Voldemort's place…so yeah. Hermione isn't really going evil she just has developed an interest in the dark arts and wants to learn it!
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Draco crossed his arms over his chest, "Your lying! You aren't skilled enough to have that sort of talent! You're only seventeen for God's sake! I'm not stupid!"
"No," said Blasie, "I do know Legilimancy. According to my mother my father had it and passed it onto me. Trust me Draco, I'm not lying!"
"So then why didn't you ever tell me?!" snapped Draco, "Did it ever cross your bloody mind that I, your best friend, may want to know whether you have such a talent?"
Blaise snorted and rolled his eyes, "Come on Draco! As if you would ever believe me!! Just like you don't believe me now! Besides you and I my mother and the Dark Lord are the only ones who know I have Legilimancy. I'm not an expert or anything but I'm learning, Snape has been helping me get better control over it. Besides the Dark Lord said I wasn't to tell anyone! You won't tell anyone, will you?"
Blaise looked at him with a slight worried expression and it was Draco's turn to roll his eyes, "Of course not you fool! Your secret is safe with me, promise! Hey, I've made eye contact with you many times for over the last few years, what have you seen?"
Draco glared slightly at his friend and Blaise grinned, "Let's just say I'll save you the embarrassment!"
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White hot pain; excruciating pain; hot irons were spearing through veins, muscles, flesh. Oh it hurt, it hurt so much. Please, please, please…no more…no more…no more! Please, stop! I beg you! PLEASE!
"Oh, is little Weaslette hurting is she?" The laugher was mixed in with the screams; screams of utter pain.
Ginny Weasley laid crying and shaking on the dirty floor. Her clothes torn, bruises and cuts covering her face and neck, tear stains on her cheeks. Four people were surrounding her, laughing at the girl's pain and terror. One stood over her, wand in hand, shorter then the other three.
"Now tell us," said a male voice, "Where is Harry Potter going?"
"I don't know," Ginny sobbed. But her sobs were lost into screams as a red jet of light hit the girl again and she screamed in agony.
"Oh well that not good enough now is it?" another spoke, also male. The curse was lifted and Ginny lay panting on the floor.
"I will ask you again," said the first male voice, "When we captured you, you were with Harry Potter, where was he going?"
Ginny, still panting, she wiped her face from sweat and tears; she raised her attractive face but said nothing, she simply glared at her attackers.
"Answer," snapped the male again, "Some more I think."
Ginny lowered her head again as the pain washed over her and she screamed, "I don't know! I don't know!" The girl was kept under the curse for another minute until it was lifted. She laid shaking and crying again, but she didn't move and none of her assailants spoke, except one.
"Ginny," said a quiet voice. It was more gentle, a female voice. Ginny lifted her head as the familiar voice reached her ears. No, it couldn't be. She blinked past her tears to see a young woman standing above her, wand in hand. The one that had been torturing her.
Wiping her eyes she got to a better look but before she could see the face probably the women raised her wand and said, "Where is Harry heading next?"
Her face was half covered in shadow but Ginny could see it was young. Maybe a year or two older then herself.
"Maybe we should give Potter's girlfriend over to more…senior Death Eaters," said the third male. All the males laughed sharing the same thoughts, while the female remained silent, her eyes on Ginny.
The young woman bent down to Ginny's face and whispered into her ear, "Answer our question and you will be treated much better, I promise."
Ginny laughed bitterly, "I wouldn't give any of you any information! Kill me if you must! I'm answering nothing."
The four went quiet. The female spoke, "Every well. We will not kill you, the Dark Lord needs you. I'm sorry Ginny, really I am. All together you think?"
She spoke the last part to the three males and they nodded and all smirked. All four raised their wands and pointed to the girl they had encircled.
"Crucio!" they all shouted at once. Four jets of light left each wand, hitting the girl. She screamed louder then ever before because of the increased force.
"NNNNOOOOOO!!!!" Harry screamed as sprung up in his bed, nearly knocking himself out into slumber again when his head collided with the Ron's bulk. He heard shouting and the lights in the tent were lit and through his blurry vision Harry saw Ron and Ginny standing their looking livid.
"What's wrong! What happened!" said Ron, wand in hand
"Nothing," panted Harry. He saw Ginny and Ron look at each other and back at Harry.
"Nothing?" asked Ron anger evident in his voice, "You just wake half the forest up, including us, by screaming your lungs out then you saw it's nothing?"
Harry threw Ron a dirty look. Ron had become more and more irritated and much more difficult to deal with.
"Did you have another vision?" asked Ginny. Harry nodded, thankful for her initiative not to be as difficult as her brother. She sat down on Harry's bed and said, "Tell us! What did you see?"
Ron too had come to sit on Harry's bed. Both their faces lit from hope of what news Harry would tell them. For new information but Harry did not want to tell them. This one was the most disturbing yet…Ginny…being tortured…and even more disturbing was the female…her voice was so very familiar…alarmingly familiar…
"I just saw a valley with Voldemort in it," lied Harry, "It wasn't much but it was just worrying."
So the last part wasn't a lie. Ron turned away and walked towards his bed, clearly annoyed about being awoken by something not really worth while.
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Draco opened the door to the library, knowing that Hermione would be there, seeing that she hadn't been in her room. She was curled up in a chair and reading a thick book. He couldn't see the title but guessed, from what Blaise had told him, what sort of information it may contain.
She was so engrossed in the book she didn't even notice him there. He took the time to study her. Her curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail, random strands hung around her face and she wore the same plain navy blue dress and black boots.
She was silent and still as a beautiful statue. His insides squirmed at the sight of her. He hadn't seen her in about a fortnight and he couldn't stand thinking about her but not seeing her. She was driving her insane. The thought of her was weakening his heart in a way he never thought a female could. He silently approached her and crept but behind her and leaned his hand down to her cheek and his fingertips lightly stroked her cheek.
Instantly she jumped up from the chair and spun around in alarm. But her gaze soften when she saw him. They looked at each other for a moment before he looked away and around the library. Her gaze was too mocking; mocking him of something he wanted but he couldn't allow himself to take.
"So," he started awkwardly, "Have you been reading books all this time?"
He looked back at her and she nodded and absent mindedly licked her lips. Draco turned away from her and walked around the library, to look at anything but her and she just had to do that…
"Have you found anything interesting?" Draco asked. He looked at her for a split second and watched her hesitate before answering, "Yes, but you probably wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
"Why not?" asked Draco, although he knew perfectly well what she was talking about.
"Because you wouldn't believe that someone like me would read books like that," she spat, suddenly her voice dripping with venom.
"Books like what?" asked Draco and Hermione threw the book she holding at him and he caught it. History of Dark Arts. Draco looked up at her and her eyes bore into his and he said nothing. So Blaise had been right.
"And how do you feel?" asked Draco, curiosity. He had been dying to know what she would say.
Hermione continued to look at him but it was also like she was looking past him, "Different. I-I…don't know…it's like I've entered a new world…like I am eleven years old again and I've just found out I'm a witch…but this time it's different…I understand…a little…"
"Understand what?" asked Draco
"Why you fight for what you fight for," answered Hermione, "It's about power and wanting to be recognized for whom you are and what you believe in. You believe that you have a right to show your beliefs…freely…and not by war…and just because some people would call that cruel you are looked down upon but your point of view everyone pure blood and not on your side is a fool…"
Draco stared at her for a moment before saying, "That's not really it. I don't think you will ever understand Granger. You're a Mudblood…I see you differently but I've grown up accustomed to seeing you as something lower then me…No sex will change that…"
He looked away from her, knowing the sting his words will have on her. It hurt him to say such a thing to her. Her silence was enough of an answer. He didn't look at her; he had to get over this. She was Hermione Granger and he was Draco Malfoy, cruel, cold and evil. A Death Eater for crying out loud!
"Do you love me?" she asked bluntly. Her question was enough to make him look up in shock. Her chocolate eyes were blurred by tears and he felt himself being budged into a black hole, knowing he was the reason for her tears. He wanted nothing more then to comfort her but held back.
"What makes you think that?" he asked, his arrogance getting the better of him and he sneered at her.
"Because you said that to me," she whispered, "That night…"
She trailed off and slow realization drew to Draco and he caught on what she was saying. Oh God had he really said that?! It had always been the girl to say it to him but he had never said it himself. Had he really told Hermione Granger he loved her? Why had his emotions could betray him so easily?
"Or were you being the usual man-whore you are?" she suddenly budged her voice into a cold iceberg.
"Hermione I-"
"Just get out!" she snapped, turning her back on him, "I've had enough of you fucking dark wizards and you're bloody fucking ways. So I'm a little interested in the Dark Arts. Big Deal! Was that your plan on bring me here? See how long it would take for Voldemort's famous side to take control over Hermione Granger? Well you have accomplished your fucking mission Malfoy! You either let me go or I will end it here and now!"
"You can't hurt me Granger!" Draco snarled, "You have no bloody wand and I know curses and hexes that will make your body rip in two!"
Suddenly Hermione bust out laughing cruelly, "I didn't mean you. Not everything is about you Malfoy!"
She walked from across the room, past Draco and out the library doors. She headed down to her room and yanked opened the door, with Draco right behind her.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped at her. He walked in confused, as she went out into the window and pulled it open. But then his stomach dropped suddenly as he realized in horror what she had meant, when she hoisted herself up on the ledge.
You either let me go or I will end it here and now!
Holy Shit! He thought, panic sweeping him, she bloody going to kill herself! He hurried forwards and reached her just in time as she was about to jump. He grabbed her navy covered waist and pulled her back into the room and they fell in a tangle of limps on the floor.
Instantly she fought against him to get back to the window and commit suicide. His Quiddich reflexes and his Death Eater training worked in favor for him as he was able to pin her beneath him under she could no longer struggle and he just lay there. She looked up at him tears pooling in her eyes.
"I hate you," he whispered, "Why can't you just let me die! I don't want to live anymore! Not if I'm going to be stuck in this place and played by you!"
"You want to know why?" he hissed, "because number one, the Dark Lord would murder me for not keeping a closer watch on you and secondly you dying would end my entire world!"
She stared at him for a moment, "why exactly would that be? Huh? You don't give a fucking shit about me in the slightest."
His grey eyes narrowed, "you have no idea how wrong you are."
"What do you want from me?!" she half screamed suddenly, making Draco start, "one minute you're saying that I'm a filthy Mudblood and that I mean nothing to you and the next your saying that I mean everything to me! I am through with your little act!"
Suddenly he grabbed her chin hard and pulled her so she was looking directly at him, "Did you ever think that I really did feel something for you? You're not like all the other girls Hermione! You are the only one in my life, besides my mother, who has shown any thing for me! Did you think I really cared about Pansy? Or any of the others? I've tried to make this go away but it won't and you are not making it any easier! I told you before I can not have you!"
"Because I'm a filthy, disgusting, inferior Mudblood, right?" Hermione voice dripped with venom
"No," said Draco, "Because Voldemort will hurt you for ever one of my failures. And that I have a lot of. I am not perfect Death Eater. He nearly murdered me for not killing Dumbledore at the end of last term; I was tortured into next century and back again for it. He would probably kill you too if I failed him again. You still don't understand how dangerous this is, do you?"
She remained quiet and Draco's voice softened, "Regardless to how we feel, we have to let this go."
"So you do feel something?" she whispered
"Have you not been listening Granger?" Draco snapped, his irritation and anger back, "Of course I have feelings for you! I said I loved you didn't I?"
She stared at him for what seemed like hours, but it was only a few short and shocking moments. She seemed utter speechless and when she opened her mouth she found she could not say anything, so she closed it again. Draco stared back at her and he felt his insides swirl nervously. Then without warning he lowered his mouth to her hers, resulting in Hermione gasping in surprise.
No you stupid moron, his brain screamed, you just told her not to get involved! Stop this!
His hungry need and desperation for her overwhelmed his rational thoughts and soon his lips were moving down her throat and her fingers were fuming with his shirt buttons.
His hands ran up her thighs and under her dress. He smiled when he heard her gasp and her hands grabbed his shoulders as his talented hands found their destinations.
She had to be dreaming. Yes, that was it, thought Hermione, This is not…oh God! She pushed the back of her head into the floor and her nails dug into Draco's robed shoulder blades as she felt his fingers slip inside her.
Suddenly his lips were back on hers and the way he kissed her was different then before. Now she could feel his want and need pulsing through his lips and she moaned against them. Very soon their clothes were discarded.
Next was a blur. Lips upon lips, skin against skin, Hermione gasped as Draco sunk into her, her nails digging into his back. Pain coursed through Hermione but it soon eased into an indescribably pleasure. The tips of his soft hair skimmed against her skin and he voice was husky when he whispered into her ear, "Say my name."
"Draco," she moaned, "My…sweet…gentle…Draco…"
"I'll always be yours, Hermione, always," he whispered back
Hermione turned her head to the side and clutched her teeth shut as her muscles tightened around him and bright fireworks flashed behind her eye lids.
Draco felt like he was on fire, her nails digging into his back was a comforting feeling and pleasure coursed through his entire being as her muscles quizzed around him, tightly.
He gave a full and powerful thrust and he felt her tip over the edge and she screamed his name as he smiled. A lot of girls had screamed his name before but she was different…her voice separated from everyone else…there was something erotic about her.
"Draco…don't stop…please…" she moaned, "please…D-Draco…"
He moved harder and faster and if possible she became tighter and tighter, he wanted so badly to hear her voice his name again and he wasn't disappointed when he gave his hardest thrust she screamed his name a second time as everything exploded around them to utter bliss.
And then it was over. Both their breaths came in quick gasps and Draco looked down at her. She was trembling, whether from the cold or pleasure he didn't know, but he leaned forward and run his lips down her cheek to her lips and kissed her.
Hermione ran her shaking fingers through his hair and lowered his head down and he rested his blonde head just above her chest and she shut her eyes. The world hadn't come back to her at that moment; she was still in a fantasy world.
She didn't know how long they lay there for. Hermione thought that Draco might have fallen asleep until he raised his head; both had now caught their breath.
He kissed her and whispered, "I need to leave. Got class."
She grinned at him as he moved off her. Both of them dressed quickly and Draco walked towards the door and looked back at and gave her his famous smirk and said, "You know I was just wondering what the others would say if I were tell them that Hermione Granger was a very good lover?"
He almost laughed when her eyes widened with shock and her face fell in horror. He grinned evilly at her, "But I would never do that to you!" He gave her a quick wink and let her room.
Hermione sat down on her bed and smiled to herself. She didn't know what to think anymore. She felt herself shine with happiness. Nobody had made her happy like Draco could; not even Harry or Ron.
Who would ever think that Hermione Granger was willingly to be in her enemy's arms?
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"You're in a good mood," Theodore stated suddenly, "I've never seen you smirk so much in one day? I personally wouldn't blame you. Pansy is an absolute pain in the arse!"
Draco grinned at him, glad for an excuse, "Oh yeah that's great!"
Theodore looked around for any unwelcome ears droppers before whispering, "Are you ready for tomorrow night?"
Draco looked up sharply and cringed inwardly. He had been so preoccupied with Hermione that he had forgotten the job that he, Theo and Blaise to do for the Dark Lord. They had heard that Aurors would be having a secret meeting, by a secret spy of their master. They, along with a handful of some older Death Eater would ambush the meeting and see how many of the Light side they could capture.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget?" whispered Draco.
"You forgot?!" snapped Theodore, his eyes budging, "How the fucking hell did you forget?"
Draco shrugged and looked away from Theodore's unconvinced eyes, "I just did, besides I've been really busy lately with tra-"
"DRAKIE!"
"Holy fucking shit!" snarled Draco, as Theodore burst out laughing in amusement as Pansy threw herself at Draco, nearly toppling over the chair Draco was sitting in.
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