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Hermione sat in the Heads' common room, reading Hogwarts, A History for the hundredth time as Crookshanks lay purring in her lap. The portrait door opened and Draco came in, followed by Blaise and Ginny. They stopped when they spotted Hermione. She placed down her book, giving Ginny a disapproving stare.
"Really Ginny, if you're not going to tell me what you're doing with them, at least tell me why you're hanging out with them?" she asked. Draco smirked, stepping closer to her.
"You really need to stay out of our business, Granger," he hissed. "It isn't any of your business what she's doing with us. Last time I checked, it wasn't illegal for Gryffindors and Slytherins to mingle." She got off the chair, Crookshanks hissing at her in agitation. She walked over to him and placed her hands on her hips, scowling.
"Last time I checked," she retorted. "You're name wasn't Ginny Weasley, you asshole." He grabbed her and, to her shock, kissed her. She squeaked, unable to remove herself from his vice-like grip. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, which, to his surprise, she had returned immediately upon contact of their lips. She melted, feeling his fingers running through her hair and his tongue caressing her lower lip, begging entrance. She almost granted it when she realized what she was doing and pulled away. They stared into each other's eyes, Hermione's with fear, Draco's with mild apprehension.
"Let go," she murmured and he did. She stumbled back, grabbed her book and fled up the stares, knowing very well that his eyes were upon her the whole time.
Hermione lay in bed that night, staring at the patch of moonlight that hit the edge of her bed.
What in the world had possessed her to do that? She thought. She clutched her pillow, frowning. She hated Draco. He had been an egotistical, cruel, conniving bastard the whole of their relationship and yet, when they weren't together anymore, she had kissed him. Passionately, she had to admit. Why? Why had she given in so easily?
Because he kisses like his brother, came a small, sneaky little voice from the back of her mind. The same, sensual way that you love. They both have that talent for making girl melt in their arms with one kiss, get in bed with them with one touch. It worked with you when you both were still dating. She shoved those memories down quickly, not wanting to remember the passion they had shared.
"What am I thinking?" she muttered to herself, getting up and walking over to the window. Yes, she had to admit that the way they handled women was completely the same, but they were totally different people. Draco was a sadistic moron that was cruel with his housemates and nasty with people that were not pure bloods. Although Anthony did have the same talent and more with a wand and in academics, he was much more caring person, able to listen with out shooting out a comment that was likely to end up in a WWF Smack down.
But wasn't that the reason you fell in love with Draco? Came that nasty little voice again. You fell in love with him because you knew that, even if he were a psychopath with a wand, you would be able to find something in him that wasn't entirely evil. Something in his being that was capable of love, just like he showed today in the common room.
But he is all evil, came another voice. He never loved us! He just wanted a warm body next to him and something to play with. He was always and will always be an egotistical Pureblood with a stone heart and the Devil's intentions with every woman he will ever meet. She sighed and returned to her bed and realized that, even if she hated Draco, she couldn't help but miss the warmth of his body and the softness of his lips upon hers.
Draco lay in bed cursing himself. Why the hell had he kissed her? Was he been mad? Now what chance did he have of getting her back if she thought he was desperate? Rolling over onto his side, he sighed. The coldness of not having her next to him was really starting to bug him. His mind began to wander, picking through memories.
He stood by the window, staring out at the moonlit grounds of the school and watching several owls float around the trees of the Forbidden Forest.
"Ahem," came Hermione's voice and he turned around, smirking. She stood in the doorway, a robe wrapped around her. She approached him, grinning.
"Good evening," he murmured as he placed his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You wanted to see me?" she whispered into his ear as he planted kisses down her neck. He smiled and, turning his head a little bit, he bit down gently on the curve of her neck and chin. She gasped and moaned at the same time, pulling away to see his smiling face looking up at her cheekily.
"What in the world-" He caught her in a passionate kiss, untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing a tank top and shorts. He started backing her up, letting his hand wander up and down her thigh. She ran her hands to the seam of his shirt and started to lift it up as they fell back onto his bed. They rolled over so that she was on top and she pulled his shirt off. He groaned as her knees ground into his hip, urging him on as he reached up her tank top. He ripped it off, running his hands over the baby blue bra. His kisses moved down her jaw line, down her neck and up and down her breastbone. She shivered, running her index finger over his boxers. He unclasped the bra and threw it away.
She giggled at his awed facial expression and leaned down to catch him in a kiss. He pulled her closer, their skin touching as he started pulling down her shorts. She pulled away at this gesture, breathing deeply. He eyed her, an eyebrow raised.
"We won't if you don't want to," he murmured. She leaned up, kissing him deeply.
"Not tonight," she whispered. He sighed, rolling off of her. She turned on her side, facing him.
"It doesn't feel right," she continued, and he nodded.
"I understand." She smiled.
"Disappointed?" she asked. He kissed her cheek.
"Kind of," he replied. She laughed and kissed him softly on the lips.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," she murmured. He gazed into her eyes, boring into her soul with his piercing stormy gray eyes.
"I don't want to pressure you," he told her. She snorted at this.
"I'm sure you didn't mean to pressure all those other girls either, huh?" she said. Draco frowned.
"There's a difference between them and you," he stated.
"And what's that?" she asked, her heart beating harder.
"I…I lo…" He turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. She sat up, pulling the covers with her.
"What is it, Draco?" Hermione asked. He sat up as well, smiling.
"I look at you and I see someone I could spend the rest of my life with," he finished. "Them, they're just girls that I've slept with." Something inside jolted horribly, but she ignored it, putting on a smile and kissing him deeply. But they both knew that he hadn't said what they both knew he was going to say.
But he couldn't say it. Draco had spent forever of their relationship trying to say those three sacred words but every time seemed to be wrong. He couldn't tell her because it didn't feel right. Maybe it never would. He sighed, closing his eyes.
Maybe it never would…
Hermione walked down the empty corridors, knowing that they would probably be this way for another hour until most of the student population woke up.
"Now, what are you doing up early?" came Anthony's voice from behind her. She smiled, turning around and leaning up to kiss him. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss and running his tongue along her bottom lip. She granted him entrance, and they continued like this until a voice cut them short.
"Ugh, Anthony, must you disgrace our family name and make out with this Mudblood?" Malfoy drawled, leaning against the wall. The couple pulled apart, scowling.
"I do recall, Draco, that you made out with the same girl once," Anthony spat, his arms wrapped around Hermione. Malfoy smirked.
"Well, you know me," Malfoy stated. "I'll do anything to get a girl in bed." Hermione turned bright red and hatred flared up in her eyes.
"You egotistical, manipulating BASTARD!" she screamed at him. He merely glanced at her.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" he asked, yawning. Her eyes widened and then began to fill with tears.
"I hate you," she whispered. His eyes narrowed.
"Tell me something that I haven't already heard," he spat.
"I HATE YOU!" she screamed. She took several steps forward and slapped him hard across the face. Her hand came down again but he grabbed it, twisting it painfully.
"I'm glad to tell you that I enjoyed every minute of making you believe what you wanted and twisting you to suit my fashion," he hissed into her ear as tears fell from her eyes. "If I had the chance to do it again, I would. It has been my pleasure screwing you over." She broke down onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. His lip curled and he walked away.
You ASSHOLE! His mind screamed at him as he stormed into his bedroom. Draco threw one of the chairs at the wall, watching as it smashed. What the HELL were you THINKING? His mind screamed at him as he stormed into his bedroom. Draco threw one of the chairs at the wall, watching as it smashed.
He wasn't thinking AT ALL, you MORON! Came another voice. He threw himself into his bed, shoving his face into the pillow. She'll hate you for life, you ass! Now how are you going to get her back? What had he done? Yes, seeing her with his twin brother had ticked him off, but he really had no right on earth to say those things to her. He had told her what every woman doesn't really want to hear. That the man she had thought had loved her had used her for his own personal agenda. Had he gone off his rocker? Evidently, jealousy was driving him to cross lines and boundaries that never should be crossed.
Give up, came the voice. You can't get her back, now. You know that you've screwed up and now you have to live with the fact that she won't ever love you again. You never should have tried. It's all for nothing. Just give up…
Give up? Defeat wasn't part of Draco Lucius Malfoy's vocabulary. He never lost what belonged to him. Yes, Hermione Jane Granger belonged to him. He had owned her since the day he had placed his lips upon hers. And she owned him, though she didn't know it. His heart was hers but she refused to give him what he wanted. Her heart. And now it had come to him crossing the last line and losing that heart forever. He would never get it back he knew that. But admitting defeat? Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of loss washed over him and Draco knew that, even if he tried, he had lost Hermione over to his brother. And he would finally admit it to himself.
He was defeated.
A/n: Holy Hell! I didn't know this many people would respond in one day! Thanks to:
eLiZaBeThBeAr: I know Draco's being a jerk. I put him out to be that way. I don't really want him to be some pansy, love obsessed lunatic who all of a sudden becomes soft and cuddly! Free Willy, hug the trees, all that type of stuff. Draco Malfoy is a hard, vicsious asshole who deserves what's coming to him! And about Ginny, I know she's a little bit OOC, but I really can't fix it right now. I've tried but it really doesn't work!
becky red: Me too, it's just that writing the stories is so hard because you want to get at least 4-6 pages on microsoft word so that the chapter isn't short and boring. Short chappies bug me.
darkangel1690: I guess I'll tell you, seeing as I'm not going to explain it later on. Yes, Ginny did have something to do with Plan C, but she, however, did not ruin Gryffindor tower. She only let them in. I'm glad that you like my quotes! About my Songfic, yes it is D/Hr. And I am planning to make a new one, though it won't be D/Hr. Well, sort of.
thewaytoheavan: Patience, my pet! Don't worry, the pairings will make themselves known in time, have faith in me!
ladyBlue Wolf: You don't mind me asking that, if you are a H/G fan, why are you browsing through D/hr fics? I mean, not to be rude or anything, but if you don't really like D/Hr, why are you reading my story? I love that you read and reviewed and I would love to see your name pop up again! I won't hang myself, I just would really like to know what you're doing in the D/Hr section.
hermionegranger2007: Thanks! If I get a review from you for this chappie, I'll post the story really quickly!
Here's your chapter Tease:
"You've only been dating for a few weeks!"
"I know that."
"No, you don't! If you did, than you wouldn't propose this early like a moron would! Good grief! What in Merlin's name possessed you to do something like that?"
"I don't know, I just had to, ok!"
Oh, and by the way, STOP calling Draco a bastard and a jerk! I know this! He knows this. Please do not add insult to injury already. Remember, Anthony, not Draco, is up to no good.