"Break me, Shake me"
Addicted Sinner
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A/N: I'm still sick! O_o Whoo. xD; I haven't been able to write any more chapters or uploading anything 'cause I was sleeping all day, and shit but I got bored and here I am. Writing a new chapter. :B Uh.. Thanks for all the reviews for chapter eight.
And 'Sex Angel' - Yes, I know its odd they were in their undergarments and diden't do anything but I had to stop there. X_x; Too sleepy. ::Twitch:: But more angst in this one? o_o; And I'm sad Draco's mother died in the last chapter. ;_; Something had to happen though. x.x;
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Cloudy grey eyes opened only to shut once more as the light coming through the window shone on his face. Moving a bit, the boy streched his arms and legs only hit something - or someone. His eyes went wide as he saw the sleeping figure before him. His enemy. And he was in her room. Jumping from the bed, he grabbed his clothes and began to dress only to remember why he was in there in the first place.
"Mother.." his voice was soft and low, but not low enough because Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him. "Malfoy? What are you doing in here..?" she oddly asked then saw his face and instantly remembered. His eyes looked towards the floor as she got up and lightly hugged him. "I'm sorry.." the words she had spoken to him the night before. The words that had meaning to him then, but none now. And his anger overtook him.
"Sorry? Sorry? Ha. Are you really that thick, Granger? No one in a millon years could know how I feel right now. Sure she was my mother, and I never really spent as much time with her as I should have but shes dead now and won't ever be coming back.. And I hope the soul who did it burns it hell.. Actually, I have a few ideas of who." He glared at the brown haired girl, picking up a few articles of clothing that belong to her and throwing them in the girl's direction. "Everything you told me last night was lies. Complete lies. You don't care about me, no one does.." She tried to get up to comfort him again and tell him everything would be alright but a pain came across her cheek and she was on the ground looking up at him, tears silently falling. Without another word he stepped out of the room, as she could hear things falling and crashing. He was hitting and breaking them like he hit and broke her. The blow to the cheek had shaken her up and now Hermione was worried what would happen to him. She knew his father's temper and anger were something he had gotten from him, obviously, but the girl never wanted it to go this far. To the point where she had comforted him one minute and getting abused the next. When Hermione heard silence, she figured he was at breakfast, and picked herself up to get changed and go downstairs.
"Where'd you get that bruise, Hermione?" Ron asked, looking at her. Ever since Malfoy had hit her, Hermione hoped it would go away by the end of the day but it was more visable then ever before. "Accident, Ron. I'm fine now. Don't worry" 'Why the hell does Ron have to try to take care of me so much?' she thought to herself before the boy asked another question. "Accident? It looks like someone hit you or something." Her fork fell to the plate making a loud clashing sound. ".. No. No one hit me Ron. I'm serious. If they did, I would have turned him into an animal. Maybe a worm or rat." Forcing a smile on her lips, she frowned almost instantly. It hurt to smile now.. What next? Picking up her things, she ran back up tot he common room. Hermione was almost in tears when she mumbled the password to the painting and rushed inside, throwing her things down on the floor.
"Fucking Malfoy.. First he acts like he gives a shit about me, then goes and gives me a brusie for the whole entire bloody world to see and marvel at." Wiping away a few tears from her cheek, she flinched when herhand hit her face. ".. Ow.. Stupid Malfoy.. Needs anger Management.." Hermione mumbled, but turned around in surprise when a voice called out to her.
"Really? You think I'm that bad, Granger?" Draco was glaring at her now, hands to his side, lips slightly parted.
"Well once you hit someone with full force and give them something to 'remember' it by, your opinion of them changes very quickly." She replied back, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh really? But haven't you always thought of me as an evil little bastard heir of the Malfoys? Or were you just playing when you said I needed Anger Management?" a smirk crossed his face as he walked slowly over to her.
"I meant every word." It was a short and simple, reply yes. And she would have usually brought her wand out and hexed him, or told him off but the fear that was inside of her was growing. Hermione was to scared to do anything right now.
"And listen carefully when I tell you this Mudblood: In my opinion, you're a low-life, no good, impure little witch in training who has major bitch issues and decides to rat out and annoy everyone one just because shes feeling insecure."
'That ought to shut her up for a while. Give her something to think about, even.' The blond thought as he grabbed her wrists again. But Hermione was one step ahead of him.
"And honestly, I think you're a nonsense filled, prick of an heir and coulden't do jack shit of anything without your house elves running around doing all your dirty work. And you're filled with so much anger and hate towards everyone that you have no fucking clue who loves or likes you. Then again, who would. After all you're just daddy's little servent whos fucks up from time to time and takes it out on the weak." He stood there a moment just looking at her not knowing that Hermione thought of him like that.
Her face was red by now, and all that she wanted to do right now was smack Malfoy to hell and back. Not caring if she stooped to him level, Hermione jerked away from him and lifted her hand to smack him, but he was faster. Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him - loosing his balance, yet having her fall on him.
His eyes closed as his back hit the floor, and her body hit his chest, but opened once more only to stare into her. Suddenly, all the hate and anger he felt before towards her was gone. All Draco wanted to do at that moment was say how sorry he was for hitting her and making her feel like shit. Then a thought hit him: Could he really be falling for her?
But that moment never came for him.
A few minutes of laying like that, Hermione came to her senses and jumped up leaving him lying there just to stare up at her. Hermione shook her head, and glared back at him. "You're nothing, Malfoy. The death of your mother was too much for you - that was obvious. But did you really have to go and lash out on someone else? Make them feel your hurt and pain as well?" She turned away from him and started walking back to her room but he stopped her.
"You know, Granger. You may seem like your riding high and you'll never fall and you'll make it further in life then most, but I think you hae the same problem. Theres something lost inside yourself so you have to nag and do what you do to get to most of of things." Maybe his thinking was wrong? Who knew. But she turned back around and looked to him.
"Atleast I try to help people.. and apoligize for the stupid shit I do." Her door opened and shut slowly.
All the while, Malfoy was proped up on the back on the couch eyes closed. "How the hell could I be so stupid.." he said outloud. The words she spoke just moments before were racing through his mind: 'Atleast I try to help people.. and aploligize for the stupid shit I do."
If only she knew how he felt. How he felt guilty for hitting her, and making her feel his pain. The pain he'd been expirencing for the longest time. No emotions showed in his eyes as he got up and walked towards her door, silently placing a cold hand on the knob. Listening in closely, he could heard muffled sobs from the other side of the door. Was she really crying for him? Closing his eyes, Draco let out a sigh. "Hermione.. I'm sorry.." and with that, made his way across the common room to his own while a silent and stunned sat sitting infront of her door.
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End chapter nine
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A/N: I need sleep.. damnit. o___o; ::Kills the insomnia:: ;D Umm.. Tell me how you liked the story? The feed back is great so far. O_o; Whoo.. And there might be some steamy shit ahead, and I can't write that worth shit soOooO.. Anyone wanna write it for me? I'll love you forever? o_o E-mail me or review if you're up for it. Yayy.
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Addicted Sinner
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A/N: I'm still sick! O_o Whoo. xD; I haven't been able to write any more chapters or uploading anything 'cause I was sleeping all day, and shit but I got bored and here I am. Writing a new chapter. :B Uh.. Thanks for all the reviews for chapter eight.
And 'Sex Angel' - Yes, I know its odd they were in their undergarments and diden't do anything but I had to stop there. X_x; Too sleepy. ::Twitch:: But more angst in this one? o_o; And I'm sad Draco's mother died in the last chapter. ;_; Something had to happen though. x.x;
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Cloudy grey eyes opened only to shut once more as the light coming through the window shone on his face. Moving a bit, the boy streched his arms and legs only hit something - or someone. His eyes went wide as he saw the sleeping figure before him. His enemy. And he was in her room. Jumping from the bed, he grabbed his clothes and began to dress only to remember why he was in there in the first place.
"Mother.." his voice was soft and low, but not low enough because Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him. "Malfoy? What are you doing in here..?" she oddly asked then saw his face and instantly remembered. His eyes looked towards the floor as she got up and lightly hugged him. "I'm sorry.." the words she had spoken to him the night before. The words that had meaning to him then, but none now. And his anger overtook him.
"Sorry? Sorry? Ha. Are you really that thick, Granger? No one in a millon years could know how I feel right now. Sure she was my mother, and I never really spent as much time with her as I should have but shes dead now and won't ever be coming back.. And I hope the soul who did it burns it hell.. Actually, I have a few ideas of who." He glared at the brown haired girl, picking up a few articles of clothing that belong to her and throwing them in the girl's direction. "Everything you told me last night was lies. Complete lies. You don't care about me, no one does.." She tried to get up to comfort him again and tell him everything would be alright but a pain came across her cheek and she was on the ground looking up at him, tears silently falling. Without another word he stepped out of the room, as she could hear things falling and crashing. He was hitting and breaking them like he hit and broke her. The blow to the cheek had shaken her up and now Hermione was worried what would happen to him. She knew his father's temper and anger were something he had gotten from him, obviously, but the girl never wanted it to go this far. To the point where she had comforted him one minute and getting abused the next. When Hermione heard silence, she figured he was at breakfast, and picked herself up to get changed and go downstairs.
"Where'd you get that bruise, Hermione?" Ron asked, looking at her. Ever since Malfoy had hit her, Hermione hoped it would go away by the end of the day but it was more visable then ever before. "Accident, Ron. I'm fine now. Don't worry" 'Why the hell does Ron have to try to take care of me so much?' she thought to herself before the boy asked another question. "Accident? It looks like someone hit you or something." Her fork fell to the plate making a loud clashing sound. ".. No. No one hit me Ron. I'm serious. If they did, I would have turned him into an animal. Maybe a worm or rat." Forcing a smile on her lips, she frowned almost instantly. It hurt to smile now.. What next? Picking up her things, she ran back up tot he common room. Hermione was almost in tears when she mumbled the password to the painting and rushed inside, throwing her things down on the floor.
"Fucking Malfoy.. First he acts like he gives a shit about me, then goes and gives me a brusie for the whole entire bloody world to see and marvel at." Wiping away a few tears from her cheek, she flinched when herhand hit her face. ".. Ow.. Stupid Malfoy.. Needs anger Management.." Hermione mumbled, but turned around in surprise when a voice called out to her.
"Really? You think I'm that bad, Granger?" Draco was glaring at her now, hands to his side, lips slightly parted.
"Well once you hit someone with full force and give them something to 'remember' it by, your opinion of them changes very quickly." She replied back, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh really? But haven't you always thought of me as an evil little bastard heir of the Malfoys? Or were you just playing when you said I needed Anger Management?" a smirk crossed his face as he walked slowly over to her.
"I meant every word." It was a short and simple, reply yes. And she would have usually brought her wand out and hexed him, or told him off but the fear that was inside of her was growing. Hermione was to scared to do anything right now.
"And listen carefully when I tell you this Mudblood: In my opinion, you're a low-life, no good, impure little witch in training who has major bitch issues and decides to rat out and annoy everyone one just because shes feeling insecure."
'That ought to shut her up for a while. Give her something to think about, even.' The blond thought as he grabbed her wrists again. But Hermione was one step ahead of him.
"And honestly, I think you're a nonsense filled, prick of an heir and coulden't do jack shit of anything without your house elves running around doing all your dirty work. And you're filled with so much anger and hate towards everyone that you have no fucking clue who loves or likes you. Then again, who would. After all you're just daddy's little servent whos fucks up from time to time and takes it out on the weak." He stood there a moment just looking at her not knowing that Hermione thought of him like that.
Her face was red by now, and all that she wanted to do right now was smack Malfoy to hell and back. Not caring if she stooped to him level, Hermione jerked away from him and lifted her hand to smack him, but he was faster. Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him - loosing his balance, yet having her fall on him.
His eyes closed as his back hit the floor, and her body hit his chest, but opened once more only to stare into her. Suddenly, all the hate and anger he felt before towards her was gone. All Draco wanted to do at that moment was say how sorry he was for hitting her and making her feel like shit. Then a thought hit him: Could he really be falling for her?
But that moment never came for him.
A few minutes of laying like that, Hermione came to her senses and jumped up leaving him lying there just to stare up at her. Hermione shook her head, and glared back at him. "You're nothing, Malfoy. The death of your mother was too much for you - that was obvious. But did you really have to go and lash out on someone else? Make them feel your hurt and pain as well?" She turned away from him and started walking back to her room but he stopped her.
"You know, Granger. You may seem like your riding high and you'll never fall and you'll make it further in life then most, but I think you hae the same problem. Theres something lost inside yourself so you have to nag and do what you do to get to most of of things." Maybe his thinking was wrong? Who knew. But she turned back around and looked to him.
"Atleast I try to help people.. and apoligize for the stupid shit I do." Her door opened and shut slowly.
All the while, Malfoy was proped up on the back on the couch eyes closed. "How the hell could I be so stupid.." he said outloud. The words she spoke just moments before were racing through his mind: 'Atleast I try to help people.. and aploligize for the stupid shit I do."
If only she knew how he felt. How he felt guilty for hitting her, and making her feel his pain. The pain he'd been expirencing for the longest time. No emotions showed in his eyes as he got up and walked towards her door, silently placing a cold hand on the knob. Listening in closely, he could heard muffled sobs from the other side of the door. Was she really crying for him? Closing his eyes, Draco let out a sigh. "Hermione.. I'm sorry.." and with that, made his way across the common room to his own while a silent and stunned sat sitting infront of her door.
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End chapter nine
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A/N: I need sleep.. damnit. o___o; ::Kills the insomnia:: ;D Umm.. Tell me how you liked the story? The feed back is great so far. O_o; Whoo.. And there might be some steamy shit ahead, and I can't write that worth shit soOooO.. Anyone wanna write it for me? I'll love you forever? o_o E-mail me or review if you're up for it. Yayy.
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