Not Yours to Keep
Summary: Truth Potion gone wrong! Draco has full control over Hermione as an effect of it. Secrets and naughty thoughts spill out in this story as two people from different backgrounds come together in this dramatic romance!
Chapter Eight: Destruction
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Authors Note: I am so sorry! It's been forever since I've updated and I know you all must have forgotten all about this story. I'm so sorry! Please don't leave me! I've been working on two other stories, and I got sidetracked. For anyone who would like to read more Draco/Hermione stories, please look into my other story: Drowning in Spite. It's extremely dark, and I recommend that if you're to read it, please be able to handle the content and the theme of the story carefully. Although I like reading your constructive criticism, I have been gotten some heated replies about the content despite my warnings.
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you
You only have to look behind you
At who's underlined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
-Destroy Everything You Touch
(This is a very funky-crazy Indie-electro song. GO GOOGLE IT!)
Please Read the A/N!
The cute blonde giggled as Draco pressed his lips against her neck. He slid his hand down the front of her body, disappearing under the rim of her skirt and dipped into her knickers. She moaned, her body shaking in his arms. She cried his name as he slid his finger into her. He yawned.
"Bloody hell, I'm knackered!" Draco said, his face twitching up into a smile. He pulled his hand out of her skirt, and wiped her juices onto her school skirt. She shouted in protest, but Draco kissed her again.
"There, there my little Hufflepuff…" Draco said, looking down into her powder blue eyes.
"Am I really that boring to you Draco?" She asked innocently. His eyes lit with amusement.
"Dear God no…" he kissed the tip of her nose, "but I terribly hate dumb blondes," he said nastily, stepping away from her. She smiled briefly, before the true message hit her. She frowned.
"Hey…what the hell!" she shouted at Draco's retreating form.
"Hermione, please talk to me…"
"I can't really. Actually, I'd rather not risk being seen with you," Hermione panted. She appeared freakishly pale in the dark light and her body twitched with tremors. She'd gotten in the habit of disobeying Draco often and it was taking a toll on her.
Hermione lifted the borrowed books from her table to put them back on the shelves. She was in the library, having turned down Harry's suggestion of walking near the lake after classes. She went behind a shelf, dodging a very prissy looking Malfoy.
"C'mon Hermione, where did you go yesterday…you didn't come back to the dorm."
"I might not be a free woman Draco, but I do have a free mind," she said sweetly, putting the books on its shelf.
"Stop…" Draco hissed. She stopped what she was doing, the book midair in her hand, and her body went ridge.
"Malfoy, you can't do this…"
"Malfoy is it? Are you saying my good surname for old time sake?" Draco asked, going to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the contours of her body. She sighed in pleasure.
"Do you like that Granger?"
"Yes…" She panted. Draco removed his hands from her waist to massage her breasts.
"Throw your head back…" he whispered. She tossed it back, and immediately he went to her neck, kissing the tender skin there. He pressed the length of his body against her, knowing that she was well aware of his erection.
"Rub against me…" he whispered in her ear. She pushed back into him several times before he made her stop.
"Did you hear that?" Draco asked, removing his hands from her body. She still had her arms pressed against the books, her head now turned to stare at the dark aisle of the bookshelves. Draco cleared his throat. "Get off the shelf Granger, stand next to me."
She did as she was told as she heard footsteps nearing their aisle. Harry's head popped around the corner to smile at her, but his smile fell as he saw Draco standing beside her.
"Thanks for reminding me about the Head Girl and Boy meeting Malfoy," Hermione said. Draco nodded and walked away from her. He passed Harry, but not without hitting his shoulder against Harry's.
"See ya…scar head," Draco said, a smile playing on his face. Harry glowered at him, a sneer in place. He turned to Hermione to see her smile uncertainly. He returned her smile, sure of Malfoy leaving.
Hermione scowled, as she entered her common room, at a sulky Draco.
"He sure does act like you're his sex toy," Draco accused. Hermione rolled her eyes upward as she made her way to a sofa across from him. "How does it feel to hold Golden Boy's hand during the day, and lay in my arms and me between your legs at night?" Draco asked innocently. Hermione turned her head in disgust.
"Malfoy, always flaunting your sex around…"
"Our sex! Did you forget how many times I make you scream my name?" He asked, jumping from his seat to stand before her. Hermione gave him a quirky smile.
"How can I forget?" she asked, her eyes lit. She watched different emotions flood his face as he thought of something to say. "Well, Professor McGonagall informed me that we are to host a Halloween Dance. We have to come up a name, the decorations and a list of music," Hermione said calmly. Draco's eyes grew wide.
"HALLOWEEN IS THIS WEEKEND!" Draco cried, lifting his hands to grip his hair.
"I know—that's why we have to deal with his soon. I mean, we have three days to get work this out."
"Well! I already have a name for the ball."
"Oh? What is it?" Hermione asked. Draco took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest.
"A Thousand Bloody Deaths! We can decorate the hall with fake blood and fake body parts, and have everyone dress up…"
"That's disgusting!"
"Is it?" Draco lifted Hermione from her seat, pressing his body against hers. He cupped the back of her head with his hand and leaned in to kiss her deeply.
She smiled, kissing him back happily.
"Leave him." He said, looking into her dark eyes.
"I can't, you know that." She stepped away from him. "I love him."
"You DON'T love him! It's a lie, and I can see right through it too," he hissed, pushing her back onto the sofa.
"You can't see anything…you don't want to see anything…" She muttered, standing from her fallen seat. She turned and fled to her bedroom.
She had done it! She had found the cure to the curse. She had spent several days locked away in the library, researching everything from truth potions to memoirs of people with long term effects of an incorrect spell.
She could have told him at that moment when he cornered her in the library. But her body had rejected the notion, wanting to be held in his arms once more before breaking away from him.
"I don't love you anymore."
Hermione sighed in the mirror. She was practicing for this night, her dominatrix outfit laid out on her bed. She sat in nothing but her knickers and boots. She allowed for her hair to fall down her shoulders in a fitful rage. It was thick, but silky and wild, just like her outfit. She applied on red lipstick and dark blue eye shadow. Having slipped on the cool fabric of the outfit, she shivered. It was a red leather dress that clung to the curves of her body. She had to admit, when she allowed for Ginny to meddle with her clothing, she possibly gave the girl too much leeway.
She left her room, having grabbed her robe.
Draco waited for her at the foot of the stairs, facing away from the stairs. When he heard her he glanced up at her, his jaw dropping shamelessly.
"Manners Draco…" She whispered seductively, holding out the leather whip that matched her dress. He ached to touch her but she was forbidden territory now.
"You're getting all pale again…but it's good you followed orders. Are you ready to go?" He asked touching her arm. She nodded and surveyed Draco's outfit. He used an enlargement charm to grow out two of his teeth, making them sharp and very Dracula like. He wore a blood red shirt with simple black slacks. With his blonde hair slicked back, he looked extremely dangerous. She took his offered arm and walked along side him to the Great Hall.
She had eventually given into Draco's dark idea of covering the Great Hall in fake non-stick blood. Fake dead corpses levitated near the enchanted ceiling, giving the Great Hall a horrible feel to it. Draco slid his hand to caress her rear. She jumped at his touch and scowled.
"You can't grope me Draco, we're in public!" She glanced around, trying to make her way to the stage to talk to their Disc Jockey.
"What if I wanted to shag you? Right here, in front of the whole bloody school…there would be nothing you could do to stop me," Draco whispered on her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe before scrapping his newly enlarges teeth against her neck. She shivered. He released her and she turned away from him, tears threatening to fall down he cheeks. She took note of his crude tone.
"Why are you being such a prick?" She asked angrily.
"I'm not a prick, why do you have to be such a fucking slag?" Hermione recoiled from his insult, but not before slapping his firmly across the face.
"How dare you…how dare you insult me…call me a whore…how dare you!"
Draco reached out to grab her again, trying to apologize.
"Don't…you'll just make this harder for me to say…"
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, his eyes hardened like ice.
She nearly pissed on herself. "I found the cure."
"Oh Merlin…Hermione, you look…" Harry grabbed Hermione about the waist, pulling him to her. She sighed at Harry's impeccable choice in timing. "Are you going to whip me? I've been a bad boy."
Draco cleared his throat and Harry, having not seen Draco there, turned red.
"Well since you're here Malfoy, you can witness a beautiful thing in the making…" Harry drawled, pulling Hermione once more to him. She took in his silly wizard's hat and dark robes…the classic wizard. He got on one knee, in front of the whole school, and pulled out a small jewelry box. Hermione heard many intakes of breaths around her, and then a sudden rush of whispers broke out in the Hall, everyone turned to stare.
"Hermione, my friend, my love…I've never been a fan of speeches and sometimes it's hard for me to tell you what I truly feel, but tonight, I want you to know that I love you. You healed my wounds, kissed away my bruises and held me close to you in the darkest of hours. Hermione, I want to spend the rest of my life with you!" He shouted. "Will you marry me?" he asked.
Her first instinct was to turn and run, but she couldn't. Her feet were glued to the floor and her heart wouldn't allow her to do so. She cried out in shock.
"Harry, oh Harry…" she whispered. She fell out in front of him as he opened the tiny black box. It was a large beautiful diamond and it sparkled in the dimly light of the Great Hall. "Of course I'll marry you Harry." She kissed his lips and fell into his arms, passing out.
The pain in her chest became unbearable.
Draco never cried in his life. It wasn't in his nature to allow for such things to happen. But as he backed away from the newly beloved couple, he felt the threatening sensation of tears press against his eyes. Immediately his heart grew cold with envy and anger, and he saw Hermione fall forward in Potter's arms. Many people screamed, having seen the paleness of her face. She had passed out because of him, because of the spell…the curse. And now she herself told him, that the spell had a counter, a counter she found. She found. Hermione wanted out of their relationship fast.
But then again, Draco had to ask himself if what they shared was truly a relationship. He had forced many things on her. Maybe she was brainwashed by him. She did all he wanted her to do. She had sex with him when he wanted her to, she told him she loved him when she wanted him to.
It was all a lie. All of it, He thought. Fear flooded into his veins as he recalled each moment he had with her.
"Fuck!" Hermione screeched. She dug her nails into Draco's hands and he pushed her up against the back wall of Honeydukes. The side of her face squished up against it. She cried against his angry groans.
"Calm down Granger. I don't mean to be rough, but you're hanging on a thin thread!" Draco shouted over Hermione's painful whimpers. She relaxed against the wall, the wall, her only support of standing.
"Now, are you sure you want to leave me?" Draco asked, carefully turning Hermione around to face him. She looked up at him, a dirt smudge on her check. She coughed several times, and in a throaty voice replied,
"No."
"Malfoy, please, can we go to the Great Hall?" Hermione asked, trying to keep up. They passed the hall.
"No."
"But I'm hungry! I'll go to McGonagall and claim—"
"Abuse?" Draco growled. He whirled around and grabbed Hermione by the shoulders.
"You're bleeding all over my carpet Potter…" Draco drawled.
"Shut up Malfoy…"
"Well Potter, stop bleeding…"
"SHUT UP Malfoy…!" Harry yelled. He moaned, removing his hand to see the puddle of blood in his hands. It dripped onto his shirt and onto the carpet.
"Oh my God..." Hermione whispered, she wanted badly to go over to him and help.
"I think I have to go…" Harry muttered, standing up to go.
"No Harry, don't, you're pale as death and you have blood all over you…" Hermione said, reaching her hand out to him. Harry whirled on her, his eyes on the verge of spilling with tears.
"Get away from me Hermione! I DON'T want to talk to you right now!" Harry said, holding onto his nose as he exited the Common Room. Hermione frowned and looked around the room frantically. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't let Malfoy see her cry any more today.
"Well Granger…It's just you and me now," Draco said, chuckling. He still held his wrist.
"Can this day get any worse?" Hermione asked irritated by his smirk.
"I believe it can…Why don't you sit in my lap and give me a little kiss to make everything all better. Come, give me a kiss." Draco said slyly.
Draco wanted to die. He left the hall, rushing through the corridors and dodging shadowy areas with laughing couples. Every image of a shattered Hermione played over and over in his mind. She did nothing but listen to his every command. She did everything the spell wanted her to do.
He felt someone touch his shoulder, and he turned to see young Weaslette glancing curiously up at him. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders in a wave of curls, and her tight green dress and yellow fairy wings gave her an erotic look. Her lips glistened with pink lip gloss, and her eyes glittered with the green makeup on her eyes, bringing out her beautiful blue eyes.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" Draco glared at her. She lifted up a small black box and handed it to him.
"You dropped this." He gingerly took the jewelry box from her. It was no wedding ring, but it was a promise ring, a deep and traditional object for wizarding families. He opened it, and released a sob. It was a gold band with a red ruby in an opal shape. He had protection charms on it fit for her magical abilities and he had other good things enchanted onto the ring for her pleasure. He pocketed it and turned away from Weaslette, but she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"He broke my heart, she broke your heart. Why spend the night alone?" she asked, quite forwardly. Draco took her into his arms and pulled her to him.
"He broke your heart?"
Oh, the Plot is heating up now!
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