Ripples of rain doomed the sky; lightnining flashed across the darkness
from his window. Blinking, he sighed, getting up from the window cill.
Leaning against the soft hug of the cotton pillar of the pillows that
jumped against him, he put his arms behind his neck reluctantly.
And to think, about twenty four hours ago, Lucius Malfoy had him trapped in the Malfoy Manor, boasting about who he was to kill today. Draco had resented his father for so long, that sometimes he wished his father would die. This was one of his moments. How he managed to get out of that hellhole still made him obvilious. He hadn't eaten in hours, and not showered properly either, but now back at Hogwarts, he was safe. Sure, the potion that Madame Pomphrey had given him made him iffy, and it was true that his scars were still blinding his eyes to see the red trickiling blood to bash across his skin, but it didn't matter.
And even though Ron Weasley looked as if he would kill him, all it mattered was he was home, and it made him feel slightly better that he could see Hermione in the morning.
A thunder storm.
Just what Hermione needed. Creaks through her window, dark shadows high above her wall, yes it was going to be a very unpleasant night. She didn't know the half of it, actually.
Late when midnight struck, Hermione Granger could not get to sleep. She wanted to go and hug Draco one more time, even though the look, the disgusted look that Ron had given her had broken her into peices. Oh well, he'll get over it she thought, and tried to close her eyes.
But she heard something go up against her bed. She took another intake of her last remaining breath, closing her eyes in horror.
"Couldn't sleep either, I see."
The snarling voice hissed throughout the night, making her jump up in utter panic.
"Malfoy!" she shrieked loudly, and hushed her voice.
"You raving bastard!" she whispered, punching him on the arm harshly.
And then she collapsed in his arms.
"Dont- ever- do- that- again," Hermione breathed, trying to ignore the fingers that danced on her sides.
"What? Get kidnapped?" he joked; his lips upturned into a faint smile, his eyes cold.
She gulped slightly. She didn't like this side of him; sure it had it's advantages, she thought to herself. The mere memory of what had once happend in the Slytherin dorm was still in her mind, still the thing that took over her dreams.
"I am just glad you're back," she declared, and pulled away from his massive embrace.
"Don't you love me anymore?" he whined, seeing her clutch the ends of her bed as she sat down, yawning.
"You better go to bed, Malfoy. Don't want anybody to see you crossing lines after what happend. Makes me wonder how you got the password," she said, her last words curiously. Throwing her arms in tiredness, she stretched out onto the bed.
"Want me to go to bed, do you? How about yours, why sitting there on the floor, looking so soft and all, with two little pillows; I thought maybe I would skip my crappy mattress and use yours?" he asked suggestively, winking.
Hermione blushed, two big shades of red glowing in the dark.
Giving a faint laugh, she playfully punched his shoulder.
"Stop joking, you. You should get some sleep," she said, trying to control the need to kiss Draco once more.
"Oh I don't know; maybe we should do something other than sleep? I needed excercise anyways," he retorted teasingly. Hermione held her nightgear tighter around her chest, the felt of the clothing clutching at her hands.
She didn't answer.
"Afraid are you?" he asked softly in a rather dangerous tone. Leaning over, his lips caught at the end of her ear; and she vaguely recorded the fact that he was sitting next to her, on her bed.
"No- I- why should I be?" she asked catiously. He released the tip of his lips and grinned strikingly.
Smirking, he shrugged.
"Maybe you're afraid I might do something that you'll regret," he unfastened her tight clutch on her robes, "or maybe, Granger, it's possible that I might do something you like."
Say something adorable, Hermione thought to herself, harshly biting her lip. Say something, say something, say something, the words floated through her mind, hitting her nerves to say something at last.
"So, you never returned that barbie doll," she barely got the words out in a whisper before he smashed his lips against hers.
She couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much torture. Hermione let go of her nightgear, making it avaliable.
Draco had taken his advantage at last. Pulling the nightgear apart, the buttons shredded across the flowing blue night gown.
He sneered through his occupied lips. Blue? The color was too innocent for this little fiesty animal, he thought to himself.
Gosh, why the hell did I wear blue; I could have worn something fancy, or something X-rated. She scowled to herself. Damn hormones, she thought. How could she have thought such a thing?
The job was done. The nightgown was off. She closed her eyes, blinding her sight just slightly. Peaking through the narrow wisps of her eyelashes, she saw Draco gape at her.
Blushing furiously, she squirmed in his tight embrace. If this is (noting the fact of how tight his pants got against her) how he reacted to seeing her in her undergarments, what would he do when he saw her naked?
Squriming even more, he tightened the curtains around the bed; and she mildly remembered a wand and a silencing charm.
Everything went by as a flash; the memory was in slow motion.
She remembered vaguely that his tongue had reached inside her mouth; and that her hands had nearly pulled off his hair.
He had 'gently' removed all she had left on; and taken her.
She expected him to go right ahead to what was coming quickly; but to her surprise, his harshness went into foreplay.
First, he had landed his hands on her neck, clutching her lips so hard that her legs had to be wrapped around at the ends of the beds just so Hermione could not fall.
The night went by slowly enough; ending with him plunging into her just to end the torture.
And a few moments later; they were laying side by side, their eyes closed, both of them with smirks on their faces.
* Hermione's POV*
I guess it happend a few hours after midnight; I just didn't see it coming. Last thing that had happend; me and Malfoy had just had sex; so I guess we thought everything was safe. I mean; wouldn't you? Anyways, I just saw green flash through my closed eyelids, but I didn't think of it much more than a dream, you know? But then I heard a click, and then a pop. And when I opened my eyes, I saw the most horrifying thing you could ever see. Dark blood in the color of liqiour against the bedsheets, the body next to me clutching my hand.
*
"Avada Kedrava,"
"Avada Kedrava,"
"Avada Kedrava,"
There were several tries until it performed at last.
A gash of emerald.
A gash of blood.
A hand reached over and clutched another.
Silence. Pure silence.
Besides of course; the sound of blood. The smell of bone. The clearing of flesh.
The frozen pleasure of seeing him frozen in midst, his body in position of pure agony; petrified, yet not quite. And then the dark wizard scrunched up his nose in disgust as he saw Draco Malfoy's hand placed inside the mudblood's.
Lucius Malfoy winced; and slashed the wand in midair.
"Apparate!"
Pop.
Silence.
Shrieks.
Awakening of the sleep.
Cries.
And right then, Hermione Granger knew that things would never be the same again.
*
And to think, about twenty four hours ago, Lucius Malfoy had him trapped in the Malfoy Manor, boasting about who he was to kill today. Draco had resented his father for so long, that sometimes he wished his father would die. This was one of his moments. How he managed to get out of that hellhole still made him obvilious. He hadn't eaten in hours, and not showered properly either, but now back at Hogwarts, he was safe. Sure, the potion that Madame Pomphrey had given him made him iffy, and it was true that his scars were still blinding his eyes to see the red trickiling blood to bash across his skin, but it didn't matter.
And even though Ron Weasley looked as if he would kill him, all it mattered was he was home, and it made him feel slightly better that he could see Hermione in the morning.
A thunder storm.
Just what Hermione needed. Creaks through her window, dark shadows high above her wall, yes it was going to be a very unpleasant night. She didn't know the half of it, actually.
Late when midnight struck, Hermione Granger could not get to sleep. She wanted to go and hug Draco one more time, even though the look, the disgusted look that Ron had given her had broken her into peices. Oh well, he'll get over it she thought, and tried to close her eyes.
But she heard something go up against her bed. She took another intake of her last remaining breath, closing her eyes in horror.
"Couldn't sleep either, I see."
The snarling voice hissed throughout the night, making her jump up in utter panic.
"Malfoy!" she shrieked loudly, and hushed her voice.
"You raving bastard!" she whispered, punching him on the arm harshly.
And then she collapsed in his arms.
"Dont- ever- do- that- again," Hermione breathed, trying to ignore the fingers that danced on her sides.
"What? Get kidnapped?" he joked; his lips upturned into a faint smile, his eyes cold.
She gulped slightly. She didn't like this side of him; sure it had it's advantages, she thought to herself. The mere memory of what had once happend in the Slytherin dorm was still in her mind, still the thing that took over her dreams.
"I am just glad you're back," she declared, and pulled away from his massive embrace.
"Don't you love me anymore?" he whined, seeing her clutch the ends of her bed as she sat down, yawning.
"You better go to bed, Malfoy. Don't want anybody to see you crossing lines after what happend. Makes me wonder how you got the password," she said, her last words curiously. Throwing her arms in tiredness, she stretched out onto the bed.
"Want me to go to bed, do you? How about yours, why sitting there on the floor, looking so soft and all, with two little pillows; I thought maybe I would skip my crappy mattress and use yours?" he asked suggestively, winking.
Hermione blushed, two big shades of red glowing in the dark.
Giving a faint laugh, she playfully punched his shoulder.
"Stop joking, you. You should get some sleep," she said, trying to control the need to kiss Draco once more.
"Oh I don't know; maybe we should do something other than sleep? I needed excercise anyways," he retorted teasingly. Hermione held her nightgear tighter around her chest, the felt of the clothing clutching at her hands.
She didn't answer.
"Afraid are you?" he asked softly in a rather dangerous tone. Leaning over, his lips caught at the end of her ear; and she vaguely recorded the fact that he was sitting next to her, on her bed.
"No- I- why should I be?" she asked catiously. He released the tip of his lips and grinned strikingly.
Smirking, he shrugged.
"Maybe you're afraid I might do something that you'll regret," he unfastened her tight clutch on her robes, "or maybe, Granger, it's possible that I might do something you like."
Say something adorable, Hermione thought to herself, harshly biting her lip. Say something, say something, say something, the words floated through her mind, hitting her nerves to say something at last.
"So, you never returned that barbie doll," she barely got the words out in a whisper before he smashed his lips against hers.
She couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much torture. Hermione let go of her nightgear, making it avaliable.
Draco had taken his advantage at last. Pulling the nightgear apart, the buttons shredded across the flowing blue night gown.
He sneered through his occupied lips. Blue? The color was too innocent for this little fiesty animal, he thought to himself.
Gosh, why the hell did I wear blue; I could have worn something fancy, or something X-rated. She scowled to herself. Damn hormones, she thought. How could she have thought such a thing?
The job was done. The nightgown was off. She closed her eyes, blinding her sight just slightly. Peaking through the narrow wisps of her eyelashes, she saw Draco gape at her.
Blushing furiously, she squirmed in his tight embrace. If this is (noting the fact of how tight his pants got against her) how he reacted to seeing her in her undergarments, what would he do when he saw her naked?
Squriming even more, he tightened the curtains around the bed; and she mildly remembered a wand and a silencing charm.
Everything went by as a flash; the memory was in slow motion.
She remembered vaguely that his tongue had reached inside her mouth; and that her hands had nearly pulled off his hair.
He had 'gently' removed all she had left on; and taken her.
She expected him to go right ahead to what was coming quickly; but to her surprise, his harshness went into foreplay.
First, he had landed his hands on her neck, clutching her lips so hard that her legs had to be wrapped around at the ends of the beds just so Hermione could not fall.
The night went by slowly enough; ending with him plunging into her just to end the torture.
And a few moments later; they were laying side by side, their eyes closed, both of them with smirks on their faces.
* Hermione's POV*
I guess it happend a few hours after midnight; I just didn't see it coming. Last thing that had happend; me and Malfoy had just had sex; so I guess we thought everything was safe. I mean; wouldn't you? Anyways, I just saw green flash through my closed eyelids, but I didn't think of it much more than a dream, you know? But then I heard a click, and then a pop. And when I opened my eyes, I saw the most horrifying thing you could ever see. Dark blood in the color of liqiour against the bedsheets, the body next to me clutching my hand.
*
"Avada Kedrava,"
"Avada Kedrava,"
"Avada Kedrava,"
There were several tries until it performed at last.
A gash of emerald.
A gash of blood.
A hand reached over and clutched another.
Silence. Pure silence.
Besides of course; the sound of blood. The smell of bone. The clearing of flesh.
The frozen pleasure of seeing him frozen in midst, his body in position of pure agony; petrified, yet not quite. And then the dark wizard scrunched up his nose in disgust as he saw Draco Malfoy's hand placed inside the mudblood's.
Lucius Malfoy winced; and slashed the wand in midair.
"Apparate!"
Pop.
Silence.
Shrieks.
Awakening of the sleep.
Cries.
And right then, Hermione Granger knew that things would never be the same again.
*