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 ELEVEN: BODY
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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.
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IT'S A DRACO/HERMIONE FIC! A ROMANTIC COMEDY!
And I do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our shoes, But if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too.
So brown eyes I hold you near, 'cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
Where soul meets body.
Where soul meets body.
Where soul meets body
Soul Meets Body by Death Cab for Cutie
Draco swore loudly as he dropped Hermione. He turned away from Harry and quickly tucked himself back into his trousers. Before he knew it, Potter had pulled out his fist and punched him in the back of his head. Draco fell forward onto Hermione, who was unsuccessfully trying to pull up her knickers.
She released a piercing scream as Harry grabbed her by the arm and yanked her away from Draco, who was clenching his head in both hands.
"Ow…!" Draco said. "Ow…! You bastard!" He gave Harry a crossed look. Harry was holding Hermione tightly to his chest.
"Hermione…Hermione? Did he rape you? It's okay; you don't have to be afraid!" Harry exclaimed. She sobbed into his chest.
"I'm so sorry…" she whispered. Draco released a howling laugh.
"I can't believe this rubbish! You just walked in on your girl shouting MY name, and you're asking if I raped her? All signs point to NO and GOOD SHAG!" Draco said pompously. Harry swung around again and punched Draco, this time on his nose.
"POTTER! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Snape had come to his dungeons just in time. Draco was holding his bloody nose with his hands as Hermione wept uncontrollably. Snape couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he decided to maintain his temper and address the teens in a calmed manner.
"THATDISGUSTINGPERVERTMALFOYRAPEDMYHERMIONE!" Harry shouted incoherently. Snape rolled his eyes. Damn calmed tempers to hell! He thought.
"MR. POTTER! Calmly state your problems!" Snape hissed. Hermione had now taken a seat behind Harry, afraid of what confessions might come rolling out. Harry took a deep breath, "Malfoy raped Hermione!" Snape shot Draco an appalled look.
"Is this true Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked.
"NO PROFESSOR SNAPE! I did no such thing, it was completely consensual!" Draco argued. He now had his wand out, and was repairing his nose. Snape walked quickly over to Hermione and observed her distressed form. Her face was as white as a sheet, and her lips were almost as swollen as her eyes and cherry red. Snape took a long dragging breath. He realized that she had become quite beautiful over the years.
"Now, Miss. Granger…did Mr. Malfoy rape you?" Snape tried to be as nice as he could, but his tone was still rough and apparently shook the girl even more.
She glanced up at Draco, and quickly nodded. Draco's eyes popped out of his skull.
"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Draco bellowed. He lunged at her, but Harry had grabbed Draco hard, and brought him crashing into the cabinet. The bell had rung off in the distance, and they all could hear the noise of incoming students entering the dungeons. Snape cleared his throat and approached Harry and Draco.
"Remove yourself now Mr. Potter," Snape snapped. Harry stepped back from Draco, who was huffing now. "Mr. Malfoy, please excuse your self to the Headmasters office immediately, I'll be there shortly." Draco stood where he was for awhile, until Snape's eyes narrowed, then Draco pushed himself past Harry and Snape, without sparing a glance at Hermione. "Mr. Potter, please escort Miss. Granger to the infirmary for proper care…" Snape said. He eyed the girl attentively. She had a horrible war inscribed on her face. She was battling something inside, and Snape smelled guilt coming off of her strongly.
"QUIET MR. MALFOY!" Snape shouted. Draco became silent and flopped back against the chair. He hated Dumbledore's office more than he hated mudblood sluts like Granger. Draco had been swearing loudly in his seat as Dumbledore walked calmly to his own seat with a small vial in his right hand. He sat across from Draco and Snape, and placed the vial in front of Draco on his desk. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"I should expel you Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said quietly. Draco grew even paler, if possible. "What you did was especially heinous, and we do not tolerate such behavior here at Hogwarts…" he trailed off, and glanced imploringly into Draco's face. "However, I feel that the whole story is not evident here, right now. I am very aware that Miss. Granger is a powerful witch, and such actions could have been prevented on her part. But please do not be mistaken Mr. Malfoy, I am not saying that Ms. Granger's rape is justifiable due to her lack of handling the situation. No girl should experience such horrors!" Dumbledore said strongly. His eyes were now narrowly boring into Malfoy's head. It was then when he picked up the small vial. "I will find out who is lying here." Draco could tell that his voice was becoming stressed.
Hermione walked quietly beside Harry to the infirmary. His hand was clasped tightly over hers. Hermione couldn't stop crying, even if her sobbing had stopped, she still wept. She sniffed up her sorrows and watched as their clasped hands bumped against her. She could smell a faint odor coming off of Harry. It was sweet and berry like. She thought of a round freckled face with flaming red hair, flaming lips, and a fucking flaming body.
She stopped in her tracks. Harry stopped with her.
"What's wrong love?" asked Harry.
Hermione stared at him, her eyes wide with puzzlement. "Where were you this morning Harry?" Harry missed a blink and cracked a smile.
"Preparing for class, as usual, why?" Harry asked. Hermione turned away from him, and cried aloud. She wanted to scream, and for a moment, she felt Harry tense beside her. He pulled her back to his chest and wrapped his arms firmly around her body.
"I'm sorry…" He whispered, "It'll never happen again…" he trailed off. Hermione released an anguished sigh and turned to face him in his arms. Her eyes were wet, and glowed up at Harry's sharp green ones with a fiery passion.
"Do you promise?" her voice came out softly. Harry pulled her to him harder.
"Never again, it's over."
She wanted to ask what this conversation meant, she wanted him to realize how she knew about his cheating.
But he was much too busy playing his role of a good boyfriend, much too busy.
"How will you find out who's telling the truth, Professor?" Draco asked. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Although he had nothing to hide, the pressure of being in Dumbledore's office was taking a toll on him.
"This here, Draco, is a truth serum. I want to know exactly what's been going on between you and Miss. Granger."
"Well, that's personal Professor! Why don't you bring Granger herself in here, and ask HER what she's lying about…I'm sick of being the bad one," Draco hid his smirk as Dumbledore considered his suggestion carefully. He didn't mind the irony of his comment, but he still watched Dumbledore for any signs of realizing his ill-mannered behavior.
"You're right. We're going to the Infirmary now…" Dumbledore said, standing from his desk. Snape stood almost as quickly as Dumbledore.
"But Headmaster! You can't be serious? If Malfoy did indeed rape Granger, her seeing him again could further damage her emotional insatiability!" Snape said firmly. Draco shot him a sideways glance of disgust.
"I didn't know you cared so much, Professor," Draco said dryly. "Granger's not THAT important to your class, is she?" Draco joked. Snape shushed him as Dumbledore shot him a heated look. Draco whispered, never mind, under his breath at Dumbledore's stare.
"You might be right Professor Snape, but a serious allegation has been made against Mr. Malfoy, and we will find out what is what."
Dumbledore went first to the entrance of the Infirmary. He threw open the door and saw Hermione, sitting in the standard hospital gown, on an empty bed. Her hair was out of its usual bun, spiraling down her thin shoulders and down her back. Her face was a rosy red, as well as the tip of her nose. Harry was sitting in a chair beside her, and when he saw Draco, jumped accordingly to his feet in uproar.
"Professor, what is the meaning of this?" Harry asked aggressively. Dumbledore raised a hand to silence Harry.
"Harry, I am here to question Miss. Granger, and Miss Granger alone. Please leave the infirmary."
Harry turned her round shocked eyes from Dumbledore, to Hermione. She nodded in approval, and Harry brushed pass Dumbledore, Snape and then Draco. Harry's eyes snapped to Draco's cold laughing eyes, he threw Harry a smirk as he left the infirmary.
Hermione always knew that she would get in trouble due to her choices. She just never knew that Dumbledore would be in the way. When Dumbledore had entered the room, her veins ran cold with fear.
"Ms. Granger…I'm here to perform a simple truth potion on Mr. Malfoy."
"WHAT?" shouted Draco, "I thought we were drugging HER?"
"Please control your voice Mr. Malfoy. No…we will not be performing this on Miss Granger, however, she will be asking YOU the questions."
Snape shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. He gave Dumbledore a doubtful look, but Dumbledore turned his attention back to Hermione's shocked face, to Malfoy's disgusted one.
"I'll do it," Hermione said. She got off from the edge of her bed to walk slowly to Dumbledore. "Give it to him, Professor."
Dumbledore gave Draco the potion, who then took the stopper out of the vial, slipping it between his lips. He doubled over, the pain in his chest pulling him to the ground. He fell backwards into an empty bed, his back pressed against the metal bars that made up the bottom framed. Hermione approached him as he slid into a sitting potion on the floor against the bed. She cleared her throat and bent slightly forward.
"Did you enjoy controlling me?" she spat. Draco snapped his feverish silver eyes up at her. He grinned.
"Of course I did…" he said hoarsely.
"Why did you take advantage of me all those times?" she asked.
"I thought you loved me…" he said shamefully, aware of Snape's surprise glances. "But then again, you didn't. You left me alone long enough for me to truly understand that." Hermione was slightly taken aback by Draco's admittance, but she pressed for more.
"Did you ever think about how you were hurting me? Ever?" she asked sadly. Draco laughed at this.
"Not in the beginning! You were nothing but a little wench! I never thought about your feelings, Granger! Only what you could offer me." He had stopped chuckling now, "but I did care later, whether or not I was hurting you…"
"Do you want to hurt me now?"
"YES."
"Did you like using me?"
"YES."
"Was I ever enough for you?"
"YES." Draco was gritting his teeth now. "I FUCKING LOVED YOU," his voice was cracking now.
"Malfoy, you loved me, but all I saw and felt was pain and hate."
"You weren't saying that when we were shagging!" he shouted. She grew tense, realizing that Dumbledore and Snape had suddenly gotten very edgy.
"I was under a spell, and when I wasn't, you made me believe that you were right about all the bullshit that was being dealt in my life. I fell into you. I believed you. I thought about you...I loved you."
"You have a funny way of showing it..." Draco said. Hermione know sat in front of Draco, placing her hand over his cheek.
"Do you hate me?" she whispered.
"I LOATHE YOU!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face.
"Dumbledore, I'm done, please," she whispered, allowing for her hand to slid down his face. She stood back upand crossed her arms over her chest, tears threatening to fall. Dumbledore now took over the vulnerable Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy, today I have witnessed drama, betrayal, and lies," he shot Hermione a glance as he said "lies". "But no one will be punished today. Miss Granger, you may go back to class, so will you Mr. Malfoy." Draco stood shaking, to his feet.
That evening Hermione sat against her bedroom wall quietly, trying hard to block out the rough sex Draco was having next door with a dumb blonde from Hufflepuff. She nearly crumbled under his wrath when she entered the tower. He was sitting in one of the many armchairs in the common room, the Hufflepuff sitting warmly in his lap. He had a short glass of fire whiskey clenched tightly in his left hand, as he caressed the girl's legs, with his right. She purred and snuggled into his body like a cat. Draco had shot her an icy glare as she crossed the common room to climb up the stairs to her bedroom.
So she sat in her room, quietly contemplating the things that have totally changed her life at Hogwarts. She had a boyfriend who was unfaithful, a boy who was so intimate with her; she lost her mind, and now, a three way mess of problems. The blonde girl was just a plus.
She was half way asleep when she heard screaming from the other room. She had stood so fast to her feet, her head began to swim. The screaming grew louder, and she realized that Draco was just finishing her off. The girl was sighing now, in between compliments to Draco.
Hermione hated the thin walls that divided their rooms.
She heard him chuckle.
"You're not that bad yourself sweetheart, not bad at all," Draco said, "You can go now."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to stay," the blonde said. Draco laughed again.
"No. I want you to go." There was a loud thud.
"HEY!" she shouted. "You didn't have to push me off the bed!"
"I said you should go, that usually means that you have to get up," Draco said coldly.
"Okay, I'm going Draco-Honey…"
A few minutes later, Hermione heard the portrait door slam shut as the girl left the Tower. She held her breath as she lingered near her door, listening to the sudden movements coming from Draco's room, and into the hallway. A loud ringing noise came from outside, signaling that it was midnight. She quietly stepped towards her bed. She opened her closet and undressed, slipping on a thin sleeping shirt that came down to her mid thighs. She was pulling down her sheets to get in, when she felt arms wrap around her body. Her mouth fell open as the voice shushed her.
"Quiet Granger, I'm here to say hello," he whispered, slipping his hand under her shirt and pressing his hand against her mound. She moaned, throwing her head back as he caressed her.
"Stop…"she muttered.
"Stop what Granger?" he asked, tossing her onto her bed. Hermione kicked him away as he got on top of her. "Good…fight me back! Make me into the rapist you accused me of being!" he bellowed. Hermione began to cry as Draco pulled her knickers off of her. He kissed her neck lovingly as he slipped two fingers into her, finding no surprise in seeing that she was wet. "Why are you crying, when you want this as much as I do?" he said, in the same taunting voice. She struggled against him, but he wouldn't remove his weight from off of her.
"Stop it, please…" she cried. Draco removed his hands and placed them on her shoulders. He shifted his weight onto her shoulders, pushing her into the bed.
"Don't ever, ever Granger, make me into a liar. Or I will recreate your lies, and make them all truth," he hissed. Hermione stopped crying, and was now glaring up at him.
"Once a control freak, always a control freak," she muttered. He smiled at her before getting up.
"You think you know who you areuntil you're faced with trash. Oh, you have no idea what I think about you Granger, you are the lousiest piece of rubbish I've ever seen." He slammed the door behind him.
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