[Final Distance]
© Sila-chan
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CHAPTER 2: Power, Money, Control...Master Malfoy has it all...
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"I can't believe that you let that poor house-elf carry all your bags!"
"Did I ask for your opinion, mudblood? Because it's funny, but I don't remember doing anything of the sort. You can take your SPEW and stick it back down your inbred throat."
He was in a foul mood. Dumbledore's speech had run a little overtime due to the impending threat of Voldemort. But Hermione kept at it.
"And I can't believe you! You act like your some kind of king, and the faction of Slytherin is your public!" She was referring to his gauntlet of enthralled Slytherin admirers, of course. He had done nothing other than simply walk down the pathway they created for him. Some people got envious so easily...
"What's the matter Granger, jealous of the attention I get? Angry you have to fight with Weasley over the scraps that Harry throws you? Stop nattering at me, for heavens sake!" He stormed into a bedroom, not even bothering to glance at the decor.
"For your information, that's my room, idiot, in case you can't see the Gryffindor bedspread." She followed him. Draco lost it.
"Why the hell are you following me for? Do you have nothing to do? There is no way I am going to survive a week alone with you, let alone a whole year! I might as well perform Avada Kedrava on you right now and rid myself of a problem before it even starts!" He seethed. He dropped his bags and started to advance towards her.
"You really, really tic me off. Nobody annoys me the way you do. I just want to grab your throat and crush it." He growled. Hermione's eyes widened in fear as she began to step backwards hurriedly. He advanced, eyes narrowed.
"You have done nothing but whine at me incessantly since I first met you! Sometimes Narcissa, I wish you would just- " He froze. There was a heavy silence. Hermione was trying not to breathe.
"Oh God. What did I just say?" Hermione stood, back pressed against the wall, too frightened to speak.
"What did I say?" He stepped forwards towards Hermione. She flinched, and turned her head away as if expecting a blow.
"Did I just- Oh my God. I'm..."
"I'm sorry, Granger." They stood, as if in a frieze[1].
"It's...okay." She said quietly. Slowly, he extended his hand. He looked at it like some alien movement was happening.
"Truce?"
Her small soft hand slipped into his.
"Truce."
And slowly, he pulled her closer towards him.
And pulled her into a kiss.
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Flashbacks of spin the bottle.
This was nothing like it.
Harry's kisses were soft and wet. Neville's kisses were full of passion and skill. Ron's kisses were fiery. Malfoy... kissed her like he loved her. Gently. Softly. Perfectly.
And just as quickly as it began it was over. She winced as he pushed her away and her head banged against the wall.
"Habit." he said shortly, and retreated to his room.
Do you get that? When you're scared shitless of someone but you can't keep your eyes off them? It doesn't matter that you feel inadequate, or that they're above your level. You can't help it...
Blame the pheromones.
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"Whoa...what just happened there?" Hermione muttered to herself. Dazed, she pushed open the door to her room.
"Malfoy just kissed me. I kissed him back. Shit. That's disgusting." She ran a hand through her tangled curls as she began preparing for bed.
"I..." She paused in what she was doing, cocking her head slightly.
"There's no excuse." She shook her head, switched on her enchanted CD player, turned the volume down and climbed in between the sheets.
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Draco was already in bed.
"Well that was foul. Something I should never do again. What in livin' hell came over me?" He pulled a face in the dark, shuddering. Yawning, he stretched and pulled the black satin sheets over his chest as he turned over to switch the light off.
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Sunday dawned, the sky a brilliant blue and faded sunlight warming the world.
Draco and Hermione emerged from their rooms at exactly the same time.
"Malfoy."
**pause**
"Granger."
She was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe that showed off her long, silky legs. Her hair was in a messy bun at the back of her head, tendrils of curls caressing her neck. He was topless, his slightly tanned torso and six-pack a heaven to wake up to.
"I'm having a bath." She finally spoke.
"No you're not. I am."
"Listen-"
"No, Granger. You listen. I don't know whether you have a problem with listening or if you're just dense, but I said that I was having a bath and I am!" Malfoy stepped up to her. Without her heels she was an extra four inches shorter than him.
"Don't you think you can intimidate me Malfoy."
"What are you gonna do, Shorty?"
"Shorty? I'll show you..."
She pushed him with surprising strength for her size, and he tripped onto his back, bringing her down with him. She slapped him across the face, gripping his other arm tightly with her hand.
"You bitch." A red mark now marred his left cheek. He snarled and flipped them over, pinning her to the floor.
It was then Hermione began to realise exactly how much she was in over her head.
'Shit...he's way too tall and too strong for me...where's Harry when you need him?' she cursed.
"There are so many things I could do to you, Granger. All the...things," he spat out "you've heard about my family are most likely true. I could even give you the Avada Kedrava curse. And nobody would care. Because you're just a smart little whore. The world doesn't care about you. There's a million others just like you, Mudblood. You are easily replaced, and don't you ever forget that. And there's things worse that Avada Kedrava..."
Hermione turned her head away in horror...surely he couldn't be talking about...
"Yes...Hermione...I'm talking about rape." He said it, his voice so silky and dangerously low.
"I kow you're still a virgin. I have tricks that could make you scream...in more ways than one. Don't ever think you can control me. Nobody can. I refuse to serve to anyone! Not Voldemort, not my father and least of all...you." His eyes seemed to gaze off into the distance. They came into focus, and he seemed to see Hermione for the first time. Her large, horrified doe-eyes gazing at him, her hands still clasping his, barely causing any resistance. He bent down to the little curve in her neck, just a few inches below her ear and bit her, tenderly bruising the soft skin.
"A little reminder Granger. I am in control." His eyes captured hers and held them...she could've sworn she almost saw a spark of compassion...but it went as quickly as it came. Draco climbed off her.
"I am going to go have a bath now Granger. When I return you can use it." And he entered the bathroom and was gone.
[1] Frieze- I think that's how you spell it! It's a drama term I think, like a scene where the actors do just that...freeze. I can't really explain. You'd know what I was talking about if you saw it.
© Sila-chan
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CHAPTER 2: Power, Money, Control...Master Malfoy has it all...
__________________________________________
__________________________________________
"I can't believe that you let that poor house-elf carry all your bags!"
"Did I ask for your opinion, mudblood? Because it's funny, but I don't remember doing anything of the sort. You can take your SPEW and stick it back down your inbred throat."
He was in a foul mood. Dumbledore's speech had run a little overtime due to the impending threat of Voldemort. But Hermione kept at it.
"And I can't believe you! You act like your some kind of king, and the faction of Slytherin is your public!" She was referring to his gauntlet of enthralled Slytherin admirers, of course. He had done nothing other than simply walk down the pathway they created for him. Some people got envious so easily...
"What's the matter Granger, jealous of the attention I get? Angry you have to fight with Weasley over the scraps that Harry throws you? Stop nattering at me, for heavens sake!" He stormed into a bedroom, not even bothering to glance at the decor.
"For your information, that's my room, idiot, in case you can't see the Gryffindor bedspread." She followed him. Draco lost it.
"Why the hell are you following me for? Do you have nothing to do? There is no way I am going to survive a week alone with you, let alone a whole year! I might as well perform Avada Kedrava on you right now and rid myself of a problem before it even starts!" He seethed. He dropped his bags and started to advance towards her.
"You really, really tic me off. Nobody annoys me the way you do. I just want to grab your throat and crush it." He growled. Hermione's eyes widened in fear as she began to step backwards hurriedly. He advanced, eyes narrowed.
"You have done nothing but whine at me incessantly since I first met you! Sometimes Narcissa, I wish you would just- " He froze. There was a heavy silence. Hermione was trying not to breathe.
"Oh God. What did I just say?" Hermione stood, back pressed against the wall, too frightened to speak.
"What did I say?" He stepped forwards towards Hermione. She flinched, and turned her head away as if expecting a blow.
"Did I just- Oh my God. I'm..."
"I'm sorry, Granger." They stood, as if in a frieze[1].
"It's...okay." She said quietly. Slowly, he extended his hand. He looked at it like some alien movement was happening.
"Truce?"
Her small soft hand slipped into his.
"Truce."
And slowly, he pulled her closer towards him.
And pulled her into a kiss.
___________________________________________
Flashbacks of spin the bottle.
This was nothing like it.
Harry's kisses were soft and wet. Neville's kisses were full of passion and skill. Ron's kisses were fiery. Malfoy... kissed her like he loved her. Gently. Softly. Perfectly.
And just as quickly as it began it was over. She winced as he pushed her away and her head banged against the wall.
"Habit." he said shortly, and retreated to his room.
Do you get that? When you're scared shitless of someone but you can't keep your eyes off them? It doesn't matter that you feel inadequate, or that they're above your level. You can't help it...
Blame the pheromones.
_____________________________________________
"Whoa...what just happened there?" Hermione muttered to herself. Dazed, she pushed open the door to her room.
"Malfoy just kissed me. I kissed him back. Shit. That's disgusting." She ran a hand through her tangled curls as she began preparing for bed.
"I..." She paused in what she was doing, cocking her head slightly.
"There's no excuse." She shook her head, switched on her enchanted CD player, turned the volume down and climbed in between the sheets.
_____________________________________________
Draco was already in bed.
"Well that was foul. Something I should never do again. What in livin' hell came over me?" He pulled a face in the dark, shuddering. Yawning, he stretched and pulled the black satin sheets over his chest as he turned over to switch the light off.
_____________________________________________
Sunday dawned, the sky a brilliant blue and faded sunlight warming the world.
Draco and Hermione emerged from their rooms at exactly the same time.
"Malfoy."
**pause**
"Granger."
She was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe that showed off her long, silky legs. Her hair was in a messy bun at the back of her head, tendrils of curls caressing her neck. He was topless, his slightly tanned torso and six-pack a heaven to wake up to.
"I'm having a bath." She finally spoke.
"No you're not. I am."
"Listen-"
"No, Granger. You listen. I don't know whether you have a problem with listening or if you're just dense, but I said that I was having a bath and I am!" Malfoy stepped up to her. Without her heels she was an extra four inches shorter than him.
"Don't you think you can intimidate me Malfoy."
"What are you gonna do, Shorty?"
"Shorty? I'll show you..."
She pushed him with surprising strength for her size, and he tripped onto his back, bringing her down with him. She slapped him across the face, gripping his other arm tightly with her hand.
"You bitch." A red mark now marred his left cheek. He snarled and flipped them over, pinning her to the floor.
It was then Hermione began to realise exactly how much she was in over her head.
'Shit...he's way too tall and too strong for me...where's Harry when you need him?' she cursed.
"There are so many things I could do to you, Granger. All the...things," he spat out "you've heard about my family are most likely true. I could even give you the Avada Kedrava curse. And nobody would care. Because you're just a smart little whore. The world doesn't care about you. There's a million others just like you, Mudblood. You are easily replaced, and don't you ever forget that. And there's things worse that Avada Kedrava..."
Hermione turned her head away in horror...surely he couldn't be talking about...
"Yes...Hermione...I'm talking about rape." He said it, his voice so silky and dangerously low.
"I kow you're still a virgin. I have tricks that could make you scream...in more ways than one. Don't ever think you can control me. Nobody can. I refuse to serve to anyone! Not Voldemort, not my father and least of all...you." His eyes seemed to gaze off into the distance. They came into focus, and he seemed to see Hermione for the first time. Her large, horrified doe-eyes gazing at him, her hands still clasping his, barely causing any resistance. He bent down to the little curve in her neck, just a few inches below her ear and bit her, tenderly bruising the soft skin.
"A little reminder Granger. I am in control." His eyes captured hers and held them...she could've sworn she almost saw a spark of compassion...but it went as quickly as it came. Draco climbed off her.
"I am going to go have a bath now Granger. When I return you can use it." And he entered the bathroom and was gone.
[1] Frieze- I think that's how you spell it! It's a drama term I think, like a scene where the actors do just that...freeze. I can't really explain. You'd know what I was talking about if you saw it.