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 Nine: Secrets

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Authors Note: 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.


And so it is
Just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
and so it is
the colder water
the blower's daughter
the pupil in denial

(AN: I chose this song, because it fits the feel of this chapter. I know some people might not like lyrics within the story, but I feel that it gives a stronger setting and personality to the characters. This song is by Damien Rice, The Blowers Daughter. Enjoy!)


"Shut the door…shut the door…" she murmured against his lips. He eagerly kicked the door shut, thrusting his fingers into her silky hair. She smiled against his lips at his immense desire for her. He pressed her against his bedroom wall, lifting her from the floor to be wrapped around his waist.

"Damn it Weaslette, you smell so bloody good," Draco growled, attacking her neck. She held his head in her hands as she savored the attack on her neck.

"And you feel good…" she whispered in his ear and he grinded against her in approval, "very good." Draco moved his lips down to her breasts, kissing them passionately. She moaned and cried for him to do her in.

He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes, seeing her wanted desire, he grew harder, but he had put her down.

"Why are you stopping?" She tugged at his shirt sleeve.

"I need to find her…" Draco said, turning to leave the room, but she was quicker. She slid her shapely yet tiny body between him and the door and smiled up at him.

"She doesn't want to see you…she's a married woman." Her voice dripped with sweetness. The tone ate at Draco's heart and he growled. Immediately he grabbed the wings on her back and yanked them off her slender shoulders and tossed them to the side. He then turned her to face the door, pressing his weight against her. He took the zipper of her dress ripping the material in half with his hands, she gasped in pleasure and shock. Draco took his hand and slid it down her stomach and into her knickers. He treated all the girls he half-heartedly shagged this way—like whores. She cried against his touch and threw back her head. He refused to be swept into the sweet smell of her neck, and instead remained trained on the task of making her come. She trembled against his body as he slid his fingers gracefully into her. She had now reached behind her to grab at his pants zipper. He removed her hand with his free one and continued to work her with his fingers until she gave a final cry, his name. It curled around her sweet and innocent voice, and he felt dirty as her knees buckled and slid down against him. He quickly grabbed her and held her up. When he had turned her around to face him, her face was shining with tears.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" Draco asked, exhausted. She sniffed her tears up and trembled against him once more.

"I love him! I really do!" She exclaimed. "He told me he loved me too, but instead, he's marrying her!"

"How long have you two been seeing each other?"

"Merlin…since the beginning of the school year! We kept it to ourselves. We wanted to rekindle the romance we had last year," she said. Draco nodded. Pansy had told the truth about what Weaslette and Lavender Brown were gossiping about in the girl's loo.

Draco moved her to sit on a nearby armchair in his room. She gratefully sat in the seat, shivering. He now regretted ripping her dress in half.

"Malfoy…did you love her?" she asked, her eyes glistening. Draco swallowed hard. He didn't know the answer himself.

"I'll walk you to your Tower," Draco said, ignoring her question. He stood up and crossed solemnly towards his door, where he opened it and waited for her to wipe away her tears and stand. He lifted her cloak from off the hook hanging on the back of his door and handed it to her. She quietly followed suit and stood next to him near the door. She glanced up at him, her lips curled upward in a thin smile.

"So, no revenge fucks?" She asked quietly. Draco grinned. She flipped her red hair over her shoulder and swept his a sideways glance. She slowly moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his lips down onto hers. She passionately kissed him and he wrapped his arms tightly around her back. She dipped her head back as they kissed each other softly.

"No...no...we can't do this..." Draco murmured. But Ginny continued to kiss him.

"Yes, we can!" She stumbled backwards, leading Draco towards his bed. He slipped his hands onto her shoulder, watching her cloak fall off her fragile shoulders, and then removed the little fragments left of her dress to fall shamelesslyto the floor. She herself removed her knickers as Draco pulled down his pants and boxers. He hated himself for doing this, this act of destruction. But he thought of how uncaringly Hermione removed herself from his life. He positioned himself at her entrance. He thought of her smile.

"Are you okay?"

And he thought of her beautiful eyes and hair.

"Malfoy…are you okay?"

He thought about her intelligence, how her lip twitched to the side when she tried to hide a grin. He thought of the curves of her breasts, the contours of her body, the slenderness of her hands, her sturdy jaw, and most of all—most of all—her heart.

"I can't do this with you."

"You fucking bastard!" Ginny exploded. "I knew you'd be too much of a wanker to get over her…SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU!"

Draco had lost it. He sat up on top of her, pinning her body to his bed, and slapped her across the face. She began to fight against him, digging her nails into his chest and shoulders. He took both her hands in one of his and held it above her head, whispering a silent binding charm. He then threw her legs over his shoulders, thrusting into her several times before removing himself completely off the bed. Ginny didn't realize what had happened until it was over. She laughed as he began to dress again.

"That had to have been the lousiest shag I've ever had…and you slapping me that was priceless!" She said hoarsely, as if she were on the verge of crying.

"You'll forget about all this, don't worry," Draco grunted, slipping his shirt on. Ginny released a howling laugh.

"Of course I will, I always forget the boys I shag…always. I'll eventually forget Harry. But you? You'll never forget her will you? You'll always be there, watching her and wanting her…something you'll never have!" She shouted.

"WILL YOU SHUT THE BLEEDING FUCK UP?" Draco shouted, now tying his shoe laces. Ginny fell silent as he reached down to pick up her green dress. He repaired the back of it with his wand, and then tossed it to her.

"Get the fuck out my room," Draco said. He undid her restraints and she scrambled to gather her clothing up. She slid her dress back on and slipped her knickers under Draco's pillow, giving him a sly smile. He scowled at her, "take your dirty knickers with you!" His tone was vicious, contrary to her sweet and angelic tone.

"Fuck you! You blasted fucker!" She screamed. She grabbed her knickers and cloak and ran past him, down the stairs, and was nearing the portrait hole when Draco quickly caught up with her to make sure she'd actually leave.

"SHE'LL NEVER HAVE YOU! NEVER!" She screamed, whirling on him. He took a fearful step back. "She hates you! She hates you so much; it burns in the pit of her belly and in the center of her heart. Do you understand that? Can you feel it or see it? What the hell are you doing Malfoy? Fucking Hermione because you pity the mudbloods?" She shouted. Her face paled as her hand flew over her mouth. She had never called anyone a mudblood before. She knew if Ron or Harry ever heard her say it, they would banish her forever. Tears slid down her cheeks as she thought about how she had lost Harry, how she had lost her life, and now, her respect as a person.

"Get out of here," Draco growled, "and you call yourself her friend?" He pushed open the portrait and pushed her through, stepping out beside her. She had straightened herself up before glaring up at him.

"You think just like the rest of the boys I know…with their pricks."

"Go away," Draco growled, walking pass her. He would be going back to the dance, to find the girl he was meant to be with.


Hermione had only been out for a few minutes. When her eyes fluttered open, she was surrounded by half the Great Hall and Harry cradled her to his chest. First, she realized that she has a heavy piece of jewelry on her hand, then she realized the thousands of eyes upon her, and finally, she realized why she was in such a barbaric situation. Harry cracked a helpful smile above her, and the Hall erupted with smiles.

"She's okay!" He shouted, "She must have fainted from all the excitement!" He was accepted by more applauding as he helped her stand on wobbly feet. The pain in her chest had resided to the pit of her belly, and somehow she knew Draco was nearing her. She had remembered him stepping away from her like a disease, and the hurt inscribed on his face proved it.

Harry wrapped his arms around her, all smiles and laughter. She wanted to kill herself as he led her into a waltz, and she held her head high and bit down her pain and protest. As his eyes glittered, her heart began to freeze. She saw Draco appear behind Harry.

"May I cut in Potter?" Draco growled, pushing Harry away without much of a response. Harry stumbled aside as Draco wrapped his arms around her. "Its tradition Potter, the Head Boy and Girl must dance!" Draco protested, leading Hermione away from Harry by much impressive twirls.

"What are you doing Malfoy?"

"Well, Granger, I just had a little chat with Ms. Weaslette, and let me tell you, she is a racist scumbag!" His tone was incredibly bouncy and satisfied.

"That's rubbish Malfoy, Ginny would never amount to such standards…such Malfoy behavior." She hissed. Draco's lips curled into an upward sneer.

"Hush Darling, you wouldn't want me to command you of something in front of your husband-to-be," Draco warned, leaning his head low to smell the skin of her neck. She shivered in his arms and caught herself before smiling. She gave him a forward and angered look before turning her nose up.

"You're vile Malfoy…"

"What's that? How can you say that to a lover?"

"An EX-lover, Malfoy," she firmly confirmed. He gave her a look of aghast.

"I don't make you wet anymore? I don't make you crave?"

"You're disgusting!" She exclaimed, but not without letting out a tiny giggle.

"And you're beautiful," he said, moving forward to kiss her on the lips. She froze against his lips, against his body, but not inside. She felt the curse loosen from within and spread warmly across her body. She wasn't resisting, she was falling in love. But she couldn't, she could no longer have that feeling.

"GET OFF HER!" Harry bellowed, falling into Malfoy. They both crashed onto the dance floor, Harry on top of Draco and punching him solidly across the face. Draco grabbed Harry's tie and pulled him sideways, sending him down. In this position, Draco had been able to pull out his wand and jam it sharply into Harry's chest.

"Steady there Potter…two lovely words and you're as dead as Voldemort intended you to be," Draco whispered.

"He's a goner, just like you Malfoy…just like you and your rotten family!" Harry hissed, Draco released a howling laugh.

"You're mad cos your woman was caught kissing me? Face it Potter, she's the goner, not me." Draco released Harry and stood from the ground. The Great Hall stared at him with awe, as he was able to tame Harry Potter after having snogged his fiancée.

Harry stood along side him and gripped Hermione by her upper arm, dragging her through the crowd. She turned to give Draco a shattering look before disappearing. Draco wanted to hold her to him, and watch as her depressing look leave her face. He heard Harry shout at her several times at her and then Hermione shouted an obscenity, and she ran back to Draco, her arms wrapping around his neck. He held her fast, resting his cheek up against the top of her head.

"It was you, it was always you…" she cried, shaking in his arms. He realized that the Hall was witnessing the bizarre love triangle feud. Harry had stood rooted to the spot, watching as she brought her lips up to his, kissing him briefly, and then stepped back.

"And here, lays a shattered heart, a horrifying curse, an eclipsed sun and a dying soul. May I break away, and fly free may I be uncovered—in love, lust and luck. There is no love in these veins. So mote it be." The words slipped from her mouth like a soothing lullaby, and Draco stumbled forward to catch her. She had gone ridge and fainted in his arms. Her usually pale face gained color, her lips grew pink once more, and she took a breath of air, stirring in his arms.

Draco had slid to the floor with her still in his arms. Her head rested comfortably against his chest.

"Why'd you do it Hermione? Why'd you have to do it?" Draco whispered. She smiled weakly before being yanked out of his arms by Harry.

"I wanted to be free," she said weakly. Draco stood up to watch Harry turn Hermione to him. He searched her face, his own face filled with shock. She was coming round completely as she smiled up at Harry. Immediately she jumped up, grabbing him around the neck to kiss him. Tears streamed down her face as she kissed him over and over again. Harry, confused and taken aback wiped her tears away quickly with his thumb.


Later that night Draco curled onto his side in his bed. He angrily folded his pillow under his head and stared menacingly out his bed drapes to stare absently at his open window. The moon glared back at him, with a disgusting and ironic beauty and happiness. He swore venomously and turned around, his back facing the light. Draco heard Hermione stumble onto the second floor. She giggled as Harry moved her around the hall. He heard her knock over a table; a crashing noise followed her wild giggle.

"I'm going to make love to my wife," Draco heard Harry said. He could hear Hermione giggle again and wrestle with her bedroom door. The door flew open and slammed against the wall. He imagined that Harry picked Hermione up and tossed her onto her bed. He could hear her muffled laughs, their hurried hands. He could imagine Harry touching her and shagging her.

The noise kept him awake all night.


Ginny knocked on Draco's bedroom door the next morning; she was welcomed by Draco's soggy appearance. His hair was disheveled; his eyes drowsy and he gave a small yawn as he leaned against his door. Ginny huffed at his appearance. Although he was breathtakingly beautiful and unusually fair, she couldn't help but appreciate his fairness, the softness of his hair, and the coldness of eyes. She smiled up at him shyly, and watched as his hatred for her spread across his face. His features turned sour and he glared at her smile.

"What do you bloody want?" he asked, not inviting her in.

"I came to apologize…" she looked around, "and it seems like Hermione's room is empty…I suppose they went to breakfast." Her tone was uninterested, but she stressed the "they" in her sentence. Draco flinched. "He didn't come to me last night. It's serious." Draco smirked at her silly statement. He took a step back from the door, signaling her to come inside. She swept pass him into the room and sat comfortably on his trunk. Draco went to her, mere inches away from her body. She glanced into his eyes, and released the air she had been holding in her lungs.

"He gave me a note."

Draco had expected a message from her. He knew that she was seething with regret from last night. She was trying to edge back into his mind by telling him this. He relaxed at her state of being. Her blazing red hair fell in soft curls down her back, her startling blue eyes read of curiosity and amusement, and her attire was anything but sexy, contrary to last nights attire. She was dressed in tight jeans and an overlarge blue sweater; it made her look innocent and clean. He wanted to touch her, but he didn't.

"What did it say?" Draco asked. She lifted the corner of her sweater, showing minimal skin in order to dig in her pocket. She sniffed up tears that had quickly appeared on her cheeks. She pulled out a thin and short piece of parchment, which looked to have been written front to back. Ginny cleared her throat and unfolded it.

My Dearest Ginerva,

First and foremost, I need to tell you that I love you. I still love you Ginny, and I don't want you to think I don't.

Sometimes, we do things we don't necessarily want, but need to do. I have to stay with Hermione, she needs me. I know you're a strong beautiful woman Ginny, you've always been a woman to me, but I also know you're a smart woman, and you understand where I'm coming from. I want to still want to see you, Hermione does not know about us, and I need you Ginny, I have to keep you here with me. You were the only one who understood my pain, my differences, the real me. I'm begging you Ginny; forgive me more this bizarre move. You're the true love of my life.

Could you forgive me for my mistakes? Would you have me back in your arms Ginny? In your arms, despite her presence…I could only hope for. You're the woman I need and want Ginny. If Hermione weren't so confused and depressed, it would be you I'd twirl in my arms, I want you so bad, but I can't leave Hermione in the dark. I love you, and I need you to understand.

Yours only,

Harry

"Fucking dolt!" She screamed, pushing the parchment into Draco's hands. "Keep it! You're written all over it…" She accused, standing from the trunk. She broke into tears as she made for the door, but Draco grabbed her by the shoulders. She stared up at him, her blue eyes blazing in the morning sun. He knew she was weak, he knew this was partially her fault, but blood stained his hands too.

"I don't know what to say to you about your emotional break down over this, but all I know is that the right people for us just made terrible mistakes last night." Draco said tenderly. He took Ginny's swollen cheek into his palm, and swept the tears away with his thumb. She shivered and closed her eyes against his slow caress.

"What if we're meant to be together?" She whispered. He leaned forward and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"No. We don't. We belong with them, and nothing can replace that feeling."


Hermione's expression was that of frozen excitement. It sat on her face in a stretching manner, and it made her cheeks have a burning sensation. She had a queasy feeling in her stomach that made it difficult to concentrate on the banter that Harry and Ron were having. She was well aware of Harry's arms wrapped around her waist, and the weight of the ring on her finger. She cringed when it sparkled and her lips tightened in a smile when others complimented its size and look. She hated it.

"Right Hermione?"

She was jolted back to her senses and Ron gave her a curious look. Hermione opened her mouth, and then closed it again. Ron finally smiled.

"I meant, that because Malfoy had you under that spell, do you think he'll be expelled?" Ron repeated. Hermione's heart froze at the very thought of Draco being expelled for something he didn't necessarily do.

"I hope so," she lied. She felt the arm Harry had on her tighten, "He'd bloody well deserve it!" She exclaimed, disgust written all over her face.

"That'll a girl," Harry said. Hermione rested her head against his shoulder, and nearly fainted as she saw the scene before her.

Draco Malfoy, dressed in the most colorful outfit she'd ever seen him wear, came trotting into the Great Hall. He wore a simple brown shirt, with blue jeans that fitted him closely, and lovely shoes to match his shirt. A thin gold chain hung about his neck, and Hermione got a glimpse of a thin golden ring dangling from it. His shirt was un-tucked, and his hair was wild and swung in his eyes as he walked over to her table. What really made Hermione melt, when he stood opposite of her. Ron pushed away from him on the bench as he took a seat across from her. Harry nearly had steam coming from his ears.

"This is the Gryffindor table, Malfoy!" Hermione kept calm, and gave him an even stare.

"Hermione," Draco said, ignoring Harry, "there are some things in this world we just don't question. Things happen to us, and we let it take its course. We learn from it! That's life. But, we don't learn from secrets, and we don't learn from lies, and you deserve to know it all, of course you deserve to know it all," Draco stressed. Ron grew red.

"TRYING TO CALL HERMIONE A KNOW IT ALL MALFOY?" Ron shouted from the side. Draco chose to ignore Ron also and he went to grab Hermione's hand, holding her hand palm to palm, as if shaking her hand. She curled her fingers in his palm as it was jerked away suddenly.

"DO WHAT'S RIGHT!" Draco shouted, Ron had jumped up to grab Draco by the shoulders, but automatically released him as his hand turned red.

"You HEXED me!" Ron shouted. He scratched helplessly at his palms as the skin turned a violent red. Draco smirked.

"Don't try and attack a Head Boy, Weasel. Potty, I'm out," Draco said, turning on his heels with a smile in place. He winked at Hermione as he went along his way, grabbing a bagel from off of Ron's plate.

Harry was busy trying to aid Ron with his third degree burns, while she held a thin and short piece of parchment, which looked to have been written front to back.