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The Blood Letter

Chapter X: She'd belong to him.

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Hermione shook her head. No. She wouldn't be finding a Blood Letter with Malfoy's name written on it anytime soon. She just refused. The blonde right in front of her did not only awake her deepest fears, but also her burning fury and her most disgusted repulsion.

"Cut it, Malfoy." She spat, as she wrinkled the piece of parchment, "Neither does your heart belong to me, nor will mine ever belong to you. This Letter means absolutely nothing. As professor Snape said, this just happens to be a mere myth. And tell you what, you Slytherin: Myths are not entirely true."

"Exactly, not entirely." Draco stated, "But as my Godfather just said, this letter appeared in my hands while I was unconscious. So, there you go, sweetness: This part of the myth, the Blood Letter per se, is true."

"I don't believe it." She refused as she shook her head. "I don't."

Draco humorlessly chuckled as his mercury gaze focused on her feminine silhouette. Ah, gods, she was beautiful.

"You're stubborn, sweetness. I like it." He smirked, "But you really should stop denying facts. You really should stop denying me."

"Denying facts!? How dare you, you bloody ferret!" She yelled angrily, as she felt her eyes go all watery, "You are the one who has to stop denying the fact that you were to one that conjured the typhoon just to kill Ron! You're the one who has to stop denying the fact that you are a murderer!"

The slimy blonde smirked evilly.

"And who told you I was denying that? I happen to be fully okay with it."

"You disgust me." She huffed, as she made a face.

Snape didn't notice Draco was using Legilimency on him while he talked. He didn't notice that the blonde had actually heard him thinking he disgusted him too.

'Such a crooked mind. He's killed a person! And he doesn´t even regret it! He has no feelings at all, he's just as empty as the Dark Lord!' Snape thought. 'It's… it's…'

Draco looked at him, shooting him a cold glare. And right then, Severus saw the figure of his godson inside his mind. Silvery blonde hair, dead pale skin and skinny body. His eyes, deadly. As always.

'You may think it´s repulsive, Severus, and it might as well be for you.'

'Draco-'

'–Shut it. If you don't want to listen to this conversation any further, then I suggest you just leave. And I hope I don't have to tell you that if anything slips out of your tongue, note that I won't even bother risking my life to get you killed. I will be killing you as painfully as it goes before you fucking know it. Understood?'

Severus gulped as he slightly nodded at him.

'Good.' The blonde said, 'Now leave.'

He then stood up quickly, grabbed his wand and went, not forgetting to send a warning look at Mudblood Hermione Granger, who just happened to be frowning at him.

'Oh, and Severus…'

Snape looked at him once more, a frown drawn on his face.

'Get Slughorn in here as soon as I'm done talking to my girl, will you? I've got some business to discuss with him.'

'Your mind is disgusting.'

'Better to be disgusting and earning, allowing me to control any fucking person; than pure and forgiving, making me surrender, just like you did.'

Snape huffed, shook his head and went. His godson was a psychopath.

"You were saying, sweetness?" He mocked, "I lost track of things, you know."

Hermione grieved her teeth. That blonde truly did have a fucking nerve!

"I said that you disgust me to no end."

Draco chuckled.

"You won't say the same once I get to fuck you, my sweet." He stirred a sexy laugh, "Once I get to fuck you so hard you cum on my dick-"

"–You repulsive little prick-"

"Whatever, you know it will happen anyways. And you know you'll be fucking loving it."

Hermione was quiet, but a light red tune on her cheeks gave her away.

"Is that a blush, sweetheart?" He mocked, "Impatient, are we?"

"Shut up. Now, just get to your sodding point, will you?"

Draco felt the situation to be incredibly amusing. He had just confessed her he was okay with killing Ron and he had just told her they would be sleeping together soon enough. And the fact that she actually blushed while she praised to be oh-so-furious was incredibly ironic.

But yet again, he thought it was rather sexy: What did the curly little angry girl's mind picture? Maybe him, being on top of her, violently thrusting into her wet cunt, groaning huskily into her ear, telling her she was his. And her covered in sweat, shaking under his perfect body, desperately moaning his name, begging for more, always more. Talking dirty, swearing.

"DRACO! FUCK! YES, MORE! FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM, PLEASE! DRACO! DRACO!"

He licked his lips and her blush grew even more furiously. Draco smirked: He didn't have to use Legilimency on her to know that that was precisely what she was thinking of. She was indeed one perverted little slut…

"Well?" She asked, cutting the awkward silence, "I'm waiting."

"Fine. Well then, just look at it from my point of view: On the one hand, I happen to have very advanced magic skills that even allow me to toy with magic as much as I want. If I want to conjure a typhoon, I know I can do it, I just have to say the spell and there: I have magic at my entire mercy."

Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. Malfoy was actually telling her he did conjure the whirlwind. He was telling her it was like a children's game to him. She just couldn't believe Malfoy had such psychotic issues.

The blonde kept talking.

"And… on the other hand, about this- how did you say it? Ah, yes. Murderer thing- Yes, I did kill Weasley. He truly was a burden to me."

"Why aren't you denying it!? Why are you confessing those things to me!? I could just go and tell Dumbledore, or McGonagall!"

Draco started to laugh at her. She really had some sense of humor, didn't she?

"Oh sweetness, how funny you are." He mocked, "Don't you see how pathetic it is to wander around the castle telling people those things? I mean, seriously, I myself got fucking injured at that Quidditch game. I am seen as the victim, and not as the murderer. It really would be ridiculous for you to go around telling people I killed Weasley, they certainly would think you've become crazy. And, sweetness, who would ever believe a crazy person? Who would believe you?"

"Harry would! For goodness' sake, he already knows it, he's already explained it to Dumbledore-"

"-But he doesn't believe him, sweetness. Even though Potter's his favorite student in this fucking school, old Dumbledore could never believe him." He stated matter-of-factly, "Because, you know. Dumbledore's greatest weakness happens to be to only see a person's qualities, ignoring everything else. I happen to be a very intelligent man, a great wizard, who just happens to be misunderstood. Therefore, Dumbledore is more than willing to 'help me'. So, even if I myself told him I killed the Weasel, he wouldn't believe me."

"But you did! You killed him!" She accused.

Draco just shrugged at her accusation, as if he didn't care at all.

"Indeed, I did." He said boringly, "And now I have a nuisance less to take care of."

She couldn't handle it anymore. She needed to yell at him. She just had to.

"HOW COULD YOU, YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER!? I didn't even see him that day, I didn't even go to the Quidditch match so I could stay away from him, and so you wouldn´t do anything to him! You said he would stay safe and sound if I didn't come near him!" She cried as she felt angry tears running down her red cheeks.

"Oh now, did I? Well, that's not how I remember it, sweetness. I remember saying he would die if you came near him, but I can't recall saying anything about safety."

"BUT I DIDN'T EVEN SEE HIM AFTER YOUR THREAT!" She broke down into tears, she was completely desperate, "I DIDN'T SEE HIM!"

Draco suddenly huffed. That had made him angry.

"You didn't, but your heart and soul did." He darkly said, "And that's betrayal."

"To whom?!" She desperately asked, "To whom!? Care to tell me, Malfoy, because I don't understand!"

"Betrayal to me, sweetness." His statement was dangerous, "Potter told me you were crying over the Weasel, and I felt… ignored. And you know, I really hate being ignored, who doesn't? And trust me, I'll have you punished for it."

Hermione gasped.

"You wouldn't dare-"

"Wouldn't I, sweetness?" He dangerously asked, as his mercury, deadly eyes glared at her chocolate warm ones, "Well, mind you and think again."

"You wouldn't even dream of harassing me when you've gone so far to even kill a person in order to have me as your possession." She spat.

"I never used the word 'harass' or 'hurt', sweetness. Only 'punish'. You'll be finding out about your punishments soon enough, just when you find your Blood Letter in your hands. Because, as I said, once you see my name written on the letter, you'll belong to me. And then I'll be able to do whatever I want with you."

Hermione frowned as she thought and eyed him suspiciously.

"But I don't belong to you."

"Yet." He added.

She huffed in annoyance. The nerve of that Slytherin!

"One has to be unconscious to get the Blood Letter, is that right?" She asked.

"Yes, it is."

"Too bad I'm not getting unconscious anytime soon, Malfoy." She tried to mock him, "It's a shame for you don't you think?"

He smirked, making her frown.

"Now, now, sweetness. How would you know?"

"You just said you just would 'punish' me, and not 'harass' or 'hurt' me. I have never fallen into unconsciousness from any diseases; the only way to knock me out is hexing me. But since you said you wouldn't be hurting me, I believe I'm able to think I'm on the safe side, aren't I?"

'Such a cute, innocent, little creature' The blonde thought with arrogance. 'Well, let her be, Draco. Let her think around for a while. She won't even suspect.'

"Maybe." He said aloud. "But I wouldn't be so sure."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I've told too much today, haven't I?" He teased.

"Malfoy-"

"For the third time, sweetness: It´s Draco. Not Malfoy."

"Whatever." She huffed. "Can I leave?"

"You're actually asking me for permission? Wow, sweetness! I'm flattered."

Ugh! His fucking nerve!

"I'll be leaving now." She stated as she turned around.

"And where's my good-bye kiss, Sweetness?" he asked teasingly,.

"I hope you root in fucking hell, Draco." She said between her teeth as she took her first steps to leave the room.

"Funny, I know of a person that currently is doing that. Ronald Weasley was his name, wasn't it?" He bitterly replied to her.

"I hate you." She said in a real bitter whisper, while she had to resist to the temptation to break down in tears again. "And I always will."

"You know, sweetness, two can play that game. You don´t believe me and I don't believe you when you say you hate me." He simply said.

Hermione glared at him. He simply shrugged and stretched his arms.

"Now, since I'm not getting any kiss because you're in that grumpy mood again, I think I may be having some nice sleep and some nice erotic dreams of us both having hot wild sex." He teased, "And don't worry sweetness. They'll become true soon enough, once the Blood Letter appears in your hands."

And then the Gryffindor princess left. She couldn't help but feel scared: Maybe she started to believe in that myth. Maybe she would get that Blood Letter with Malfoy's name written on it. And then… And then…

She'd belong to him.

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