*** "Ron," I gasped,
my tears freezing in my eyes, "Ron." He rushed to me without hesitation,
his two bruised arms wrapping around me.
"That stupid idiot,"
his lips pressed against mine, and his tongue began to slide into my mouth.
"You're so stupid,"
I sighed after he broke the kiss.
"You liked it
though, didn't you?" he grinned.
"You're so STUPID,"
I felt like hitting him.
"Here," he stretched
out his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me up.
"I'll carry you
piggy-back," he hunched down so that I could climb onto him. Before I knew
it, I was being carried out of the Hospital wing like a small child.
***
I was practically
mute all day. I just floated from class to class, barley breathing. Barley
alive. Damn that Granger. That mudblood. That wench. I wanted to break
all her bones, to crush her rose petal mouth. I had actually began to like
her. To trust her. To warm up to her.
"Damn," I sighed,
burying my head in my hands.
***
"Ron, do you promise
promise promise you won't tell anyone about this? Not even Harry?" I whispered
to Ron before we entered potions.
"Yeah. Not even
Harry. But, still. Malfoy? I mean, how could you? He's a slimy, stupid,
great big prat," he leaned in on me, looking into my eyes.
"Don't mention
his name," I sighed, "not even his last."
I was dreading
potions. I was dreading Draco with his golden hair and gray eyes and bleached
skin. I didn't want to have to look at him. To have to hear his soft footsteps
against a cold, stone floor. I felt like sinking into the wall.
***
I saw her leaning
against the wall of the dungeons, talking to Ron privately. My heart beat
against my chest. I felt as if it were going to explode.
***
"D'you think I
should talk to him?" I asked Ron, watching Draco out of the corner of my
eye. He walked over to Crabbe and Goyle, his back slouched, his eyes lacking
luster and emotion.
"No! He's a slimy
git!" Ron scowled. I glanced in the lanky boy's direction, heaving a long,
depressed sigh.
***
"Even though your
potions are finished, you will need to spend one more day with your partner,"
Snape drawled. I almost gasped, but subsided my surprise. One more day
with that Granger girl. One more day watching her delicate, graceful fingers
sort ingredients, scribble notes, twirl hair. Even though she was a cheating
bitch, she was still beautiful. And I had still more than kissed her.
***
I inched over to
Draco's desk, finally reaching it, and sitting down almost silently. He
didn't even acknowledge my presence. I wanted to crumple up into a heap
of robes and hair and skin and just cry.
"You will be writing
a paper with your partner about the silence potion. Now, children, get
to work," Snape instructed. I sighed, took out a quill, and a roll of parchment.
I set them both on the table and waited for him to say something. Anything.
***
She waited, her
hands folded in her lap. I didn't know what she was waiting for. She was
just. . . waiting.
"Let's start on
this, Granger," I said acidly. For a fleeting moment she looked as if she
would cry, but she didn't. I almost felt sorry for her. But I reminded
myself that she kissed that Weasel. That made anger pulse through my veins.
***
Snow turned to
sleet turned to rain. I ran towards the lake, my hat flying off my head.
I didn't care. My hair came out of its messy pony tail. I didn't care.
All I knew is that I had to run. My robes billowed around my legs, and
the grass was long, sleek, and muddy. Thorns cut my arms and neck, branches
grabbed at my hair, but all that I could think about was getting to the
rock at the edge of the lake. And just. . . sitting.
***
I looked out the
window of the Slytherin common room, surveying the dark grounds of Hogwarts.
Nothing moved. Except. . . the grass rustling, a hat flying, hair ripping
through the wind. Finally, the dark figure stopped tearing through the
slushy mess of plants. Right at the edge of the lake. It climbed onto the
rock and sat there. Even though couldn't see her face, I knew it was her.
Granger. Hermione.
Maybe I would
go to her and teach that bitch a lesson. I got up, and walked out of the
common room.
***
So, now that I
was sitting, I didn't know what to do. Or why I was even there. Out of
despair and depression and angst, I buried my head in my hands, but no
tears came. Just dry, heaving sobs. I hated him so much for making me trust
him. For him kissing me like that. I finally looked up, to see the full
moon, blurred through tears.
***
I just watched
her back for a couple of minutes. She was hunched in such a way that I
guessed her head was in her hands. Her hair was strewn across her back,
twigs and leaves tangled in it. The moon shown brightly, bathing her in
glossy light. I clambered onto the rock so quietly that she heard nothing.
Now was the time to do it. I grabbed her and she screamed, whipping around
and trying to free herself, but my hold on her was too powerful.
***
I whirled around,
my breath catching in my throat. It was him. The moon illuminated his hair
and skin, making him look like an iridescent sprite. I tried to pull away,
but I couldn't. His arms were firmly around my waist. "Lemmie go, Malfoy!"
I spluttered, trying once again to break free. I had forgotten we were
on a rock and that there was limited space. I had moved too much. We rolled
off the rock and into the edge of the lake. He had ended up on top of me.
I held my breath, neither one of us caring that we were sodden with freezing
lake water.
***
We rolled into
the lake, its wintry water splashing against both our bodies. She was beneath
me, rigid with fright and the coldness of the air and the water and my
emotion. My hands fumbled around until they found her wrists. I grabbed
them raised them to her chest.
"Draco," she moaned,
tears running down her cheeks. Two strands of wet hair stuck to the side
of her face, their darkness contrasting harshly with the whiteness of her
skin. She began to tremble, her whole body sent into a spasm of violent
shivers.
"Shut your mudblood
mouth, Granger," I whispered harshly into her ear, making sure to accent
every one of my words. I let one of her wrists drop, and my free hand went
to push aside her robes.
***
When he began taking
off my robes. That's when I stopped crying. I refused to cry. I didn't
know why I didn't push him away. Why I couldn't. Why I didn't want to.
Finally, the robes were thrown aside, riveled and wet. My sweater and loose
jeans stuck to my body because of their dampness.
He didn't say
anything, just slide his hand into my shirt. I looked up at him, suddenly
gathering enough sense to bring my free hand to his shoulder and push him
away. His hand slid down my stomach, and finally, out of my sweater.
The night was
still. The lake was hushed, its surface velvety black. The dark forest
lay a ways a way, unusually silent. Grass shuddered around us, blowing
into
our hair, sticking to our wet bodies. The pearly moon hid behind an angry
cloud. I held my breath, not wanting to disturb the mystery of the night.
"Mmm," I murmured
as my hand went to his head and rested there, playing with tendrils of
his mellifluous hair.
****
She brought her
hand up to my hair, securing a lock of it and twirling it in between two
thin, long fingers. I wanted to thrust her hand away, but I couldn't bring
myself to do it. She just looked up at me, sighing, her eyes staring at
my lips.
"What do you want
me to do, Granger?" I whispered threateningly, leaning down on her, "What
do you want me to do? Maybe take off your sweater, then your jeans, slowly
unclasp your bra, play with the straps of your silky underwear?"
"I don't want
you to do anything," she said simply, her hand traveling down my neck,
"I don't want you to touch me."
I pulled her up,
so that her body was pressed against mine, our clothes making a sickening
squishing sound of dripping wet fabric being crushed together. And I just
held her there. Trembling. My hand glided onto her back, beneath her sweater.
I buried my fingernails in her skin, my hand slicking down again, blood,
like tears, running down her skin.
A/N
***my darling readers! hi everyone!
i actually wrote this fast! well, well, well.. the next chapter will be
the last. for reals for reals for really really reals. how did u like this
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this one u guys tell me if i should write another fic! and tell me what
pairing do you want. . . i was toying with the idea of doing draco/ginny.
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