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I rub it. [rubs lamp].POOF! I will grant you one wish. Anything you
desire.genie comes out of lamp saying. I wish I owned all the Harry Potter
characters!! "Haha! I will not grant you that wish! But now that you said
one, I must leave!" [genie vanishes] NOOOOO!!!!!! [falls down on knees
crying "NNNOOOO!!!"]
A/N- okay with that stupid disclaimer out of the way. On with the show!!
Previously on Love within Hate:
"Ravenclaw!" The sorting hat yelled. Scott smiled and hopped off the stool going over to the Ravenclaw table.
Hermione hurried through the halls listening to the click-clack of her boots. I'm fat. she kept thinking. I'm fat.
She was so deep in thought that she didn't realize another pair of footsteps join her own.
Malfoy stuck his hand in his pocket, touching his hanker-chief. Now how to make her p- He was cut off as he collided with Scott, resulting with both of them on their butts.
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Love within Hate
Chapter Six
Friends again and late night visits
"When can I leave?" Hermione asked Madam Pomfrey for the millionth time.
"Soon, dear. But not yet! I don't want you collapsing for some sort of reason because you left too early!" Madam Pomfrey told her. "Don't worry Hermione," she added at the look on her face, "You'll get back to your classes soon enough!"
Hermione sighed and leaned back in her bed, looking out the window. Who could that have been? she asked herself. That voice was so familiar.but who would do such a thing?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice arguing with Madam Pomfrey.
"We need to see her!" Harry told the nurse.
"No, boys, she needs her rest. I will not have my patients being disturbed!"
"No, Madam Pomfrey, you don't understand! If Ron doesn't see her soon he's prone to kill someone. I mean, look at him! He's hooked on the idea that she's dead and he never got to be friends with her again. He's pretty much gone insane about it. He hasn't slept a wink since-"
"Oh my! Are you okay, Mr. Weasley? I think you should come in a have a lie down, dear," Madam Pomfrey cried, interrupting Harry and dragging Ron into the room muttering, "You look absolutely dreadful!"
"Well," Harry murmured, "At least Ron gets to see her."
"Mr. Potter, I must ask you to leave. You're disturbing my patients."
Hermione smiled slightly at Madam Pomfrey and her nervous, overprotective, ways. Wait.Ron's worried about me? I thought he didn't like me anymore, Hermione thought, No, the other half of her corrected, You just wouldn't forgive him! Now he's in a nervous wreck about you AND in the hospital wing! Ugh, is that how you treat your friends?
When she was sure Madam Pomfrey left the room, she got out of bed, making her way towards Ron's. He looked absolutely horrid! His face had lost its color and there were dark circles under his eyes. I guess Harry was right. Ron HASN'T slept since I came in here.
It was three days since she was attacked. That was a lot of sleep to lose.
Hermione sat on the edge of Ron's bed, looking at him. His eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn't asleep. She pushed his hair out of his face and smiled down at him. He opened his eyes and looked at her, smiling wearily.
"Hey Ron," she greeted quietly.
"Hey," Ron whispered, his eyes fluttering closed, as if they were too heavy to keep open for too long.
"You look like shit," she told him good-naturally.
"Gee, thanks," he replied opening his eyes again. "Look Hermione, I'm really-"
"No Ron," she cut in.
"No, I have to say this. I shouldn't have acted like such a jackass and I'm really sorry," he told her turning his head away from her, but still kept the pleadingness (There's that word again!) in his eyes.
"Ron," Hermione said, taking his face in her hands and gently turning it so he was looking at her. "No."
"But-"
"I know you're sorry. Don't be. Not anymore. That's in the past," she smiled at him, "But, what I did was in the future. So, I'm sorry Ronald Weasley. I shouldn't have acted the way I did."
Then she hugged him. And he hugged her back, though weakly. "Apology accepted Hermione Granger," he whispered, still holding on to her.
Hermione smiled and noticed that he had fallen asleep. Gently she let go of him, placing him back down in back. She kissed his forehead in a best- friend sort of way and went back to her bed. It was great to have her best friend back.
Everything was right in the world. At least that's what it seemed to her. Too bad that feeling wouldn't last long.
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Hermione sat in the hospital bed with her head leaning on the backboard. She was absolutely bored out of her mind. Ron left two days ago and she hadn't seen Ron nor Harry since.
Now it was five days after the incident and Hermione was almost positive they weren't keeping her for health reasons.
"Miss Granger, you have a visitor," Madam Pomfrey told her, interrupting her thoughts.
Hermione smiled and nodded, letting Pomfrey know she heard.
"Hey," a shy sounding Scott greeted. He sat down in a chair that suddenly materialized next to her bed. "How are you?" he asked when Hermione just stared at him. She hadn't been expecting Scott to come. Yet for some reason part of her was happy about it. Does this mean I like him? Hermione asked herself. Well, it's not like that's a bad thing. He isn't a horrible person like Draco Malfoy. Yet he also wasn't a horribly sexy person. Like Draco Malfoy. Hmm. Why am I thinking about Malfoy now? It's not like he's changed at all since last year. Besides his looks at least. Ugh, Hermione, that's so shallow!
"Hermione?" Scott waved a hand in front of her face.
"Hmm? What?" she said, snapping back to reality.
"I asked how you are. I guess that's my answer though. Maybe I should let you sleep," He told her, getting up to leave.
"No!" Hermione stopped him, "I'm okay. Fine actually."
"What happened?" Scott asked her, sitting back down, "Why have you been here so long?"
"I don't know what happened," Hermione whispered turning her head, "I don't remember."
Scott watched intensely.
"You have no idea?"
"Nope. All I remember is the Great Hall- then waking up here," Hermione confessed embarrassed. "And you want to know a secret?"
Scott nodded.
"I think they're keeping me here to protect me. Not because there's something wrong with me."
Scott's eyes widened, "You mean- they think someone's trying to- to kill you?"
Hermione nodded, "And I can't remember a thing to help."
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"Drakie, honey?" Pansy sat on Draco's lap. He was sitting in the Slytherin Common Room on one of the green chairs.
"You call me that again and I'll Avada you," he growled. Hermione's little mind games left him grumpy.
Pansy gasped.
"Now what do you want?" Draco asked her fiercely.
"I- I- just," Pansy stuttered. She was NOT used to people talking to her this way. Her daddy was a very important person. No one talked so a Parkinson like that.
Unless you're a Malfoy.
"Well if you don't have anything to say, I'm leaving," he told her, standing up. Pansy slid off his lap and fell to the floor with a THUMP.
"Draco, please don't leave," she begged him.
He bent down until their faces were level, "Why?"
Pansy looked startled and confused, "Why what?"
"Why shouldn't I leave?" He repeated his question.
"Because I'll miss you," she answered, putting on her best pouty face (complete with puppy dog eyes).
Draco just rolled his eyes, stood up straight and said, "I'm leaving."
Pansy jumped up and blocked Draco's way. "But if you leave you'll miss this," she told him seductively. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Maybe I should take this to my room. Draco thought.
He may think Pansy was an annoying bitch, but he does enjoy kissing her.
At least he did, but ever since that mudblood whore kissed him in the Hall he found Pansy quite.well.BORING.
Draco roughly pushed the Slytherin slut away and said, "Nope. Think I'll pass." And walked out the door.
He knew what he wanted. He just hoped she wouldn't mind a little night time visit in the hospital wing.
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Hermione sighed. She'd been tossing and turning all night and day. When Madam Pomfrey came in, though, she would pretend to sleep so she wouldn't have to take that blasted sleeping potion. Truth be told, she was sort of afraid to sleep. Every time she fell asleep she would have this nightmare. She was pretty sure it was those missing moments of her life which caused her to be in the hospital in the first place.
Sighing again she turned toward the window. The moon was so beautiful-
"Granger," a voice whispered roughly. Hermione jumped slightly and turned toward the voice.
"Er.Hermione.or whatever," Draco corrected, not actually sounding like he cared.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione asked him. She had started thinking about her nightmare. Mostly she only remembered the nightmarish way TO the library but that voice she heard in it stood out in her mind.
It had been dark. Not black dark though. More of a red dark. A red so deep that it almost appears black. But in that deep red was the voice. This'll show those stupid mudbloods. it said.
When she woke up the next morning one name stood out on her brain. Draco Malfoy. She didn't have any hard evidence saying he did it, but he was one of the only people she knew that had a hatred so strong for muggle- borns to kill them. He was the only one she knew for sure was, not a death eater, but worse. He boar a different mark. The mark of a wizard so dark that he did not follow a master. He was the master.
-Flashback-
It was fifth year and Malfoy had just made a very rude comment to Ginny. Ron, being himself, blew up.
A circle had formed around the fighting teenagers, rooting them (mostly Ron) on. Ginny crying, Hermione debating if she should get a teacher, Harry cheering Ron to beat the crap out of Malfoy, and Lavender and Parvati looking rather dazed watching Malfoy as Ron accidentally did a disarming spell wrong, resulting in Draco losing his shirt.
But what other people didn't notice was the black mark on his lower back. A snake slithering up a dagger. Before Hermione could recheck to make sure of this though, Professor McGonagall came and broke everyone up.
Yet, to this day, Hermione was sure Malfoy was worse than she had ever thought possible. Malfoy was a Life Slayer. (a/n- hey that sounds kinda like Life Saver! Mmm!)
-End Flashback-
"Relax Mudblood, I was just seeing how you were doing," Malfoy answered, sounding half offended. Hermione shuddered involuntarily. Mudblood. In the words of a killer. Or almost killer, but who cares about technical details. Certainly not lawyers. But that's beside the point.
"What? Scared?" he tormented.
"N-no. I'm just." she searched for a reason, "cold."
Malfoy rose an eyebrow.
"Granger, you have more blankets on than an Eskimo in a snow storm," Malfoy commented. "So tell me, really," he took a couple steps toward her, "What's wrong?"
"Everything," Hermione muttered, looking down.
Malfoy 'hmm'd' and sat on the bed. He couldn't possibly care? Be considerate for once? Maybe she was wrong. Maybe Malfoy wasn't half bad.
"Well, who really cares about your problems. I have one of my own and I hear you could help me," Malfoy told her. Nope. She was right the first time. Malfoy was just a snobby, self-centered, jackass. Too bad. He was kinda cute too.
Hermione sighed, "No, Malfoy, I will not tutor you."
"I don't need tutoring," Malfoy smirked, "And if I remember correctly, our grades are exactly the same."
"Yeah, but I could beat you in a duel any day."
Malfoy snorted. I don't think you'd live through a duel with me he thought, his mind running over all the dark spells he knew, some of which he invented himself.
"So," he said, "Are you going to help me?"
"Why, pray tell, would I help you?" Hermione crossed her arms.
Malfoy smirked slyly, "Because, dearest Granger, my problem involves you."
Hermione stiffened and her heart raced, but her voice stayed steady, "Oh? And what might this problem be?"
Malfoy leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, "You see," he started, "Ever since the thing in the Great Hall I can't seem to stop thinking about you."
Hermione's jaw dropped and Malfoy smirked (again).
"Don't worry your pretty little head, Granger, it's nothing romantic. It's purely-" he searched for a word.
"A joke?" Hermione suggested hopefully.
"No.not a joke," he snapped his fingers, "I got it! Lust."
This time Hermione just said, "Hmm" like she really didn't care. But inside she was screaming. Malfoy and lust? That could NOT be good.
Then again, she HAD enjoyed kissing him. He wasn't afraid to be rougher with her. No delicate junk that other guys think they have to do. But like Malfoy said, it was purely lust, nothing else.
"So.what did you have in mind?" Hermione asked him casually. Sure he could have tried to kill her a couple days ago, but she was so bored here. She had to do something! See what too many days without human contact could cause?
Malfoy smiled, "Maybe a little something like this," and he pulled her on top of him, and kissed her hard.
As Hermione kissed him back it became more passionate. Even if it was the passion of hate.
Suddenly Malfoy flipped them so HE was on top. When they broke apart Hermione asked him, slightly out of breath, "What was that for?"
"Malfoys are always on top," he replied. Hermione was pleased to see that he was also rather out of breath.
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Okay! That's the end of the chapter!! Please don't bomb me with flames if that sucked! All flames will be used to burn Ashleigh's house down! lol. Pretty please review!! I'm hoping to be able to get the next chapter up soon, but don't hate me if I can't! Oh yeah, and if anyone has any better ideas for what to call Malfoy's little cultish thingie (lol) please tell!!!!
Oh and don't take that Ashleigh bit seriously because I really don't want cops coming to my house because someone twisted my words into a threat! My parents would kill me!
Love, peace and chicken grease! Hasta!
Lilyt and Chikata- Thank you so much! It's because of reviewers like you that I'm still writing this story!
Deep.fried.chicken.wings- Sorry if you don't like it. But I have Scott in here for a reason. Don't worry though, as soon as Scott serves his purpose he's gone. Oops!
A/N- okay with that stupid disclaimer out of the way. On with the show!!
Previously on Love within Hate:
"Ravenclaw!" The sorting hat yelled. Scott smiled and hopped off the stool going over to the Ravenclaw table.
Hermione hurried through the halls listening to the click-clack of her boots. I'm fat. she kept thinking. I'm fat.
She was so deep in thought that she didn't realize another pair of footsteps join her own.
Malfoy stuck his hand in his pocket, touching his hanker-chief. Now how to make her p- He was cut off as he collided with Scott, resulting with both of them on their butts.
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Love within Hate
Chapter Six
Friends again and late night visits
"When can I leave?" Hermione asked Madam Pomfrey for the millionth time.
"Soon, dear. But not yet! I don't want you collapsing for some sort of reason because you left too early!" Madam Pomfrey told her. "Don't worry Hermione," she added at the look on her face, "You'll get back to your classes soon enough!"
Hermione sighed and leaned back in her bed, looking out the window. Who could that have been? she asked herself. That voice was so familiar.but who would do such a thing?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice arguing with Madam Pomfrey.
"We need to see her!" Harry told the nurse.
"No, boys, she needs her rest. I will not have my patients being disturbed!"
"No, Madam Pomfrey, you don't understand! If Ron doesn't see her soon he's prone to kill someone. I mean, look at him! He's hooked on the idea that she's dead and he never got to be friends with her again. He's pretty much gone insane about it. He hasn't slept a wink since-"
"Oh my! Are you okay, Mr. Weasley? I think you should come in a have a lie down, dear," Madam Pomfrey cried, interrupting Harry and dragging Ron into the room muttering, "You look absolutely dreadful!"
"Well," Harry murmured, "At least Ron gets to see her."
"Mr. Potter, I must ask you to leave. You're disturbing my patients."
Hermione smiled slightly at Madam Pomfrey and her nervous, overprotective, ways. Wait.Ron's worried about me? I thought he didn't like me anymore, Hermione thought, No, the other half of her corrected, You just wouldn't forgive him! Now he's in a nervous wreck about you AND in the hospital wing! Ugh, is that how you treat your friends?
When she was sure Madam Pomfrey left the room, she got out of bed, making her way towards Ron's. He looked absolutely horrid! His face had lost its color and there were dark circles under his eyes. I guess Harry was right. Ron HASN'T slept since I came in here.
It was three days since she was attacked. That was a lot of sleep to lose.
Hermione sat on the edge of Ron's bed, looking at him. His eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn't asleep. She pushed his hair out of his face and smiled down at him. He opened his eyes and looked at her, smiling wearily.
"Hey Ron," she greeted quietly.
"Hey," Ron whispered, his eyes fluttering closed, as if they were too heavy to keep open for too long.
"You look like shit," she told him good-naturally.
"Gee, thanks," he replied opening his eyes again. "Look Hermione, I'm really-"
"No Ron," she cut in.
"No, I have to say this. I shouldn't have acted like such a jackass and I'm really sorry," he told her turning his head away from her, but still kept the pleadingness (There's that word again!) in his eyes.
"Ron," Hermione said, taking his face in her hands and gently turning it so he was looking at her. "No."
"But-"
"I know you're sorry. Don't be. Not anymore. That's in the past," she smiled at him, "But, what I did was in the future. So, I'm sorry Ronald Weasley. I shouldn't have acted the way I did."
Then she hugged him. And he hugged her back, though weakly. "Apology accepted Hermione Granger," he whispered, still holding on to her.
Hermione smiled and noticed that he had fallen asleep. Gently she let go of him, placing him back down in back. She kissed his forehead in a best- friend sort of way and went back to her bed. It was great to have her best friend back.
Everything was right in the world. At least that's what it seemed to her. Too bad that feeling wouldn't last long.
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Hermione sat in the hospital bed with her head leaning on the backboard. She was absolutely bored out of her mind. Ron left two days ago and she hadn't seen Ron nor Harry since.
Now it was five days after the incident and Hermione was almost positive they weren't keeping her for health reasons.
"Miss Granger, you have a visitor," Madam Pomfrey told her, interrupting her thoughts.
Hermione smiled and nodded, letting Pomfrey know she heard.
"Hey," a shy sounding Scott greeted. He sat down in a chair that suddenly materialized next to her bed. "How are you?" he asked when Hermione just stared at him. She hadn't been expecting Scott to come. Yet for some reason part of her was happy about it. Does this mean I like him? Hermione asked herself. Well, it's not like that's a bad thing. He isn't a horrible person like Draco Malfoy. Yet he also wasn't a horribly sexy person. Like Draco Malfoy. Hmm. Why am I thinking about Malfoy now? It's not like he's changed at all since last year. Besides his looks at least. Ugh, Hermione, that's so shallow!
"Hermione?" Scott waved a hand in front of her face.
"Hmm? What?" she said, snapping back to reality.
"I asked how you are. I guess that's my answer though. Maybe I should let you sleep," He told her, getting up to leave.
"No!" Hermione stopped him, "I'm okay. Fine actually."
"What happened?" Scott asked her, sitting back down, "Why have you been here so long?"
"I don't know what happened," Hermione whispered turning her head, "I don't remember."
Scott watched intensely.
"You have no idea?"
"Nope. All I remember is the Great Hall- then waking up here," Hermione confessed embarrassed. "And you want to know a secret?"
Scott nodded.
"I think they're keeping me here to protect me. Not because there's something wrong with me."
Scott's eyes widened, "You mean- they think someone's trying to- to kill you?"
Hermione nodded, "And I can't remember a thing to help."
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"Drakie, honey?" Pansy sat on Draco's lap. He was sitting in the Slytherin Common Room on one of the green chairs.
"You call me that again and I'll Avada you," he growled. Hermione's little mind games left him grumpy.
Pansy gasped.
"Now what do you want?" Draco asked her fiercely.
"I- I- just," Pansy stuttered. She was NOT used to people talking to her this way. Her daddy was a very important person. No one talked so a Parkinson like that.
Unless you're a Malfoy.
"Well if you don't have anything to say, I'm leaving," he told her, standing up. Pansy slid off his lap and fell to the floor with a THUMP.
"Draco, please don't leave," she begged him.
He bent down until their faces were level, "Why?"
Pansy looked startled and confused, "Why what?"
"Why shouldn't I leave?" He repeated his question.
"Because I'll miss you," she answered, putting on her best pouty face (complete with puppy dog eyes).
Draco just rolled his eyes, stood up straight and said, "I'm leaving."
Pansy jumped up and blocked Draco's way. "But if you leave you'll miss this," she told him seductively. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Maybe I should take this to my room. Draco thought.
He may think Pansy was an annoying bitch, but he does enjoy kissing her.
At least he did, but ever since that mudblood whore kissed him in the Hall he found Pansy quite.well.BORING.
Draco roughly pushed the Slytherin slut away and said, "Nope. Think I'll pass." And walked out the door.
He knew what he wanted. He just hoped she wouldn't mind a little night time visit in the hospital wing.
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Hermione sighed. She'd been tossing and turning all night and day. When Madam Pomfrey came in, though, she would pretend to sleep so she wouldn't have to take that blasted sleeping potion. Truth be told, she was sort of afraid to sleep. Every time she fell asleep she would have this nightmare. She was pretty sure it was those missing moments of her life which caused her to be in the hospital in the first place.
Sighing again she turned toward the window. The moon was so beautiful-
"Granger," a voice whispered roughly. Hermione jumped slightly and turned toward the voice.
"Er.Hermione.or whatever," Draco corrected, not actually sounding like he cared.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione asked him. She had started thinking about her nightmare. Mostly she only remembered the nightmarish way TO the library but that voice she heard in it stood out in her mind.
It had been dark. Not black dark though. More of a red dark. A red so deep that it almost appears black. But in that deep red was the voice. This'll show those stupid mudbloods. it said.
When she woke up the next morning one name stood out on her brain. Draco Malfoy. She didn't have any hard evidence saying he did it, but he was one of the only people she knew that had a hatred so strong for muggle- borns to kill them. He was the only one she knew for sure was, not a death eater, but worse. He boar a different mark. The mark of a wizard so dark that he did not follow a master. He was the master.
-Flashback-
It was fifth year and Malfoy had just made a very rude comment to Ginny. Ron, being himself, blew up.
A circle had formed around the fighting teenagers, rooting them (mostly Ron) on. Ginny crying, Hermione debating if she should get a teacher, Harry cheering Ron to beat the crap out of Malfoy, and Lavender and Parvati looking rather dazed watching Malfoy as Ron accidentally did a disarming spell wrong, resulting in Draco losing his shirt.
But what other people didn't notice was the black mark on his lower back. A snake slithering up a dagger. Before Hermione could recheck to make sure of this though, Professor McGonagall came and broke everyone up.
Yet, to this day, Hermione was sure Malfoy was worse than she had ever thought possible. Malfoy was a Life Slayer. (a/n- hey that sounds kinda like Life Saver! Mmm!)
-End Flashback-
"Relax Mudblood, I was just seeing how you were doing," Malfoy answered, sounding half offended. Hermione shuddered involuntarily. Mudblood. In the words of a killer. Or almost killer, but who cares about technical details. Certainly not lawyers. But that's beside the point.
"What? Scared?" he tormented.
"N-no. I'm just." she searched for a reason, "cold."
Malfoy rose an eyebrow.
"Granger, you have more blankets on than an Eskimo in a snow storm," Malfoy commented. "So tell me, really," he took a couple steps toward her, "What's wrong?"
"Everything," Hermione muttered, looking down.
Malfoy 'hmm'd' and sat on the bed. He couldn't possibly care? Be considerate for once? Maybe she was wrong. Maybe Malfoy wasn't half bad.
"Well, who really cares about your problems. I have one of my own and I hear you could help me," Malfoy told her. Nope. She was right the first time. Malfoy was just a snobby, self-centered, jackass. Too bad. He was kinda cute too.
Hermione sighed, "No, Malfoy, I will not tutor you."
"I don't need tutoring," Malfoy smirked, "And if I remember correctly, our grades are exactly the same."
"Yeah, but I could beat you in a duel any day."
Malfoy snorted. I don't think you'd live through a duel with me he thought, his mind running over all the dark spells he knew, some of which he invented himself.
"So," he said, "Are you going to help me?"
"Why, pray tell, would I help you?" Hermione crossed her arms.
Malfoy smirked slyly, "Because, dearest Granger, my problem involves you."
Hermione stiffened and her heart raced, but her voice stayed steady, "Oh? And what might this problem be?"
Malfoy leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, "You see," he started, "Ever since the thing in the Great Hall I can't seem to stop thinking about you."
Hermione's jaw dropped and Malfoy smirked (again).
"Don't worry your pretty little head, Granger, it's nothing romantic. It's purely-" he searched for a word.
"A joke?" Hermione suggested hopefully.
"No.not a joke," he snapped his fingers, "I got it! Lust."
This time Hermione just said, "Hmm" like she really didn't care. But inside she was screaming. Malfoy and lust? That could NOT be good.
Then again, she HAD enjoyed kissing him. He wasn't afraid to be rougher with her. No delicate junk that other guys think they have to do. But like Malfoy said, it was purely lust, nothing else.
"So.what did you have in mind?" Hermione asked him casually. Sure he could have tried to kill her a couple days ago, but she was so bored here. She had to do something! See what too many days without human contact could cause?
Malfoy smiled, "Maybe a little something like this," and he pulled her on top of him, and kissed her hard.
As Hermione kissed him back it became more passionate. Even if it was the passion of hate.
Suddenly Malfoy flipped them so HE was on top. When they broke apart Hermione asked him, slightly out of breath, "What was that for?"
"Malfoys are always on top," he replied. Hermione was pleased to see that he was also rather out of breath.
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Okay! That's the end of the chapter!! Please don't bomb me with flames if that sucked! All flames will be used to burn Ashleigh's house down! lol. Pretty please review!! I'm hoping to be able to get the next chapter up soon, but don't hate me if I can't! Oh yeah, and if anyone has any better ideas for what to call Malfoy's little cultish thingie (lol) please tell!!!!
Oh and don't take that Ashleigh bit seriously because I really don't want cops coming to my house because someone twisted my words into a threat! My parents would kill me!
Love, peace and chicken grease! Hasta!
Lilyt and Chikata- Thank you so much! It's because of reviewers like you that I'm still writing this story!
Deep.fried.chicken.wings- Sorry if you don't like it. But I have Scott in here for a reason. Don't worry though, as soon as Scott serves his purpose he's gone. Oops!