"Break me, Shake me"
Addicted Sinner
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A/N: Whoo. Another chapter. More angst and.. all that crap.. ahead. Yay. Draco shall not be all nice and what not through the rest of this story. :D Might have a happy ending though. Depends on my mood. ; Oh yeah. :D Pansy is a total whore in my story. :D But then again, when isn't she a whore? O_o;;
By the way - Merry Christmas (Yes, it's a day late, so sue me. ) and Happy Holidays. ^^;
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Cloudy grey eyes opened and closed a few times before opening once more and looking at the surroundings and who he was with.
Hermione Granger.
A small smile crept over his face as he remembered the night before. The words whispered and the real magic they experienced. And there she was, right beside him. Cinnamon eyes closed and her chest slowly falling and rising with each breath she took. His mind wondered again to what made them come out here in the first place and what happened the few days before. The grey eyes slowly cast downwards as questions and random reasons filled his mind. What would his father say? Now that his mother was gone, he wouldn't have someone to (try) to calm him down. Then again, it was probably his father who killed her in the first place. Hate and anger came over him but he shook it off. Now wasn't the time to get mad. But Malfoy was shocked that such a big change could happen in such a small amount of time. Especially between bitter enemies. But that's what they were, right? What they were and always were going to be. But he had a feeling that had changed..
'Maybe I don't hate her as much as I thought I did..' his mind questioned. Hermione's eyes slowly opened also with her letting out a groan noting it was morning and classes would be in a few hours. Her eyes met his, and nothing was said for a few moments. She could tell his eyes still held some of the pain from before - and she lifted her arms around his neck for a light hug. He responded by putting his hands around her waist, both enjoying the moment of bliss together.
"I'm sorry.." the girl mumbled in his ear as they broke apart. It was the same thing she had said to him over the past few days and nights. How foolish he was to doubt her and what she said. And all that he had done to her to inflict pain upon her also. Their eyes met again, as a small smile crossed her face, He returned the gesture and took her hand in his still looking at her.
"Hermione-" he started.
"Yes?" a puzzled look appeared on her face. Thoughts ran through her mind, as she thought the worst of what he might say to her.
A deep sigh came from him, as he let her hand go slightly. "I just wanted to say.. Thank you. For all you've done. You know.. for comforting me when the first letter arrived.. and when the second arrived, also. It meant a lot. Really, it did. But after all this happened," he motioned his head towards the ground. "Well.. No one should know, really. I just don't want you to get into any trouble-" she stopped him mid-sentence.
"You mean with my parents? Or Harry and Ron? Or the Gryffindor hous-"
"No, no. I don't want you to get into trouble.. with.. my father. Or any other Death Eaters. Being caught up in all this. If he finds out, you're as good as dead."
"But-" she started, but stopped when she saw his expression.
Now it was his turn to be sorry. Maybe he did love her. Maybe he didn't and just wanted her body. But whatever happened those few nights before, it sparked between them. And for whatever reason he didn't want her to get hurt or in the middle of any of it. Malfoy noticed tears were slowly falling to the ground from the girl's brown eyes. It broke his heart (or whatever heart he had) to see her like this.. He knew it was for the best though.
"I'm sorry." He said to her and got up grabbing his things, getting dressed, and tossing the remaining clothes back to her. "Its for your own good.." and with that he left the grounds slowly, hating and mentally smacking himself for doing this to her. It's for her own good. It's for her own good. The same thing ran through his brain. 'It'll be okay, Hermione.. You'll see..' he thought before entering the castle wondering if the girl was still out there crying over him again. He pushed the thought out of his mind, making his way up the stairs towards the Slytherin dorms see if anyone was walking around or towards the Great Hall, a frown on his face as if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened.
"Hey Draco," he hear someone call out. "Where were you last night? We tried to come get you from the Head's room but no one was there and we didn't know the password." A black haired Slytherin boy said to the blond, looking at him. "So where were you?" he repeated.
"Sick."
"Really? How come the Mudblood couldn't answer the door and tell us that? Too scared we're gonna gang up on her something?" he replied.
Draco kept silent after this comment, listening to the others talk about Hermione and what not. And that the girl needed to be killed by Voldemort himself for her imperfect blood running through her veins. How it wasn't right that she got it instead of oh, say.. Pansy!
'Dear god, no. I would have shot myself along time ago if that happened..' Draco thought to himself as he slowly departed from the small group. They obviously weren't going anywhere important since breakfast hadn't started yet and he needed to collect his thoughts. Sighing a bit, he started walking towards the Great Hall hoping there was something to do until breakfast started. As soon as he entered the room though, another blonde came by his side. A girl actually. Stringy tresses clinging to the sides of her face, a pug nose and too much make up. 'Oh, damn.' Malfoy thought as he kept walking towards the Slytherin table as if no one else was by him.
"Drakie! Where were you last night?! I was waiting for you by the painting! You know, by the Head boy and girl's room." her voice squeaked a bit which made the boy cringe. The girl continued on not noticing. "Buuutttt. I had to go to another Slytherin's room for the night. But! I imagined he was you!!" her eyes squinted a bit and her lips parted to reveal an odd smile. Was that a smile? He couldn't tell.
"I'm sure you did, Pansy. Thanks for sharing."
"Maybe we can give it a go tonight, Hmm?" she asked, her arms slowly sliding up his waist until her chin was resting on his shoulder. "I'll make it worth your wild." She whispered. How he hated her, and everything about her. From her fake smile and stringy hair to her globs of make up and whorish outfits that would make any guy gag and run in fear.
'Hermione's never like that..' the thought of her name made him smile a bit, which gave Pansy the wrong idea.
"Drakie! Is that smile a yes!? Alright then!" Another squeak. "I'll see you tonight." The girl lightly kissed his cheek and walked off exiting the room.
'Probably getting ready for tonight..' Draco thought cringing once more. Turning around, he was surprised to see three people sitting a table from him. Harry, Ron and..
"Hermione.." he whispered and stared at her. From afar you could see her eyes were slightly red from crying (as was her nose) buta smile was on her face. The boy decided he needed to talk to her. Now. He got up and walked over to the table having glares and snorts greeting him when he reached them.
"Nice to see you too, Weasel." He commented towards Ron who kept glaring.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" a female's voice asked him. He looked over to see Hermione glaring at him with the same hate Ron had in his eyes.
"To talk to you, Granger." He replied. "Now."
"No, I don't think I will." She sneered, and turned her head away hiding the tears that were close to falling.
"I don't take no for an answer, Granger. Now just come on."
"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Harry said in her defense.
"Oh, so now is Potty your new boyfriend? Not surprised actually." Malfoy retorted as fake smirk crossed his face. Hermione got up and grabbed her things mumbling something like: "I've got to go." Before running out of the hall. The other two Gryffindors looked at the Slytherin, more hate then before in their eyes.
"What did you do to her!?" Ron demanded slowly rising from his seat.
"What makes you think I did something?"
"Because you're the only that could make her run out of here like that. Now what did you do to her?!" the red head asked again, his voice rising with anger.
"Well let me just inform you now, Weasel. Whatever goes on between Granger and me is between us. And she'd be smart enough not to tell you two. God knows the whole school would know if you found out." Draco turned and walked out of the hall at a quick pace looking for Hermione. "She couldn't have ran that fast.." he said making his way towards the Head's dorms.
"Dirt pickles" he said to the painting and hurried into the room only to find a weeping Hermione Granger on the couch. She hadn't heard him come in and he couldn't have sworn she was sleeping is her body wasn't shaken with sobs and crying. "Hermione.." the boy started, which made the girl look up shock and surprise in her eyes - which slowly turned to anger.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Come to give me a fuck and run off again?" another fake smile crossed her face.
"No.. I didn't run off. It was and it is for your own good and safety. Why won't you believe me when I tell you that?" He took a few steps towards her as she scooted towards the arm of the couch.
"Because, Malfoy. I trusted you last night, and this morning. But your reasoning doesn't seem right. You leave me there saying you don't want me to get hurt or anything else by your father or Voldemort? It doesn't matter, Malfoy. If you love someone-" she started but he stopped her.
"You protect them." Her eyes went soft with realization and hurt. Shaking her head slowly she got up and looked at him.
"I don't even know what to say to you anymore, Malfoy. I really don't. You may be lying to be. You may not. I'm not sure. But.. I just can't trust you anymore. What we had out there.. It was great. It really was. I actually hoped it would go farther and we could have one of those happy ending type things, but.." she sighed again. He glared at her, eyes that once held passion and lust for her now held anger and confusion. He stood up and grabbed her wrists out of habit, which made her eyes go wide. Hermione wondered what he was going to do. Hurt her? Rape her? Kill her? Who knew with his temper.
"Look Granger. What I said out there true, all right? I don't want you to get hurt. You're right, though. What happened last night was great but when I woke up and saw you this morning I knew something changed in me. I'm not sure if you did or what, but I didn't want to see you get hurt or killed by someone who most likely killed my mother." His face was a slight shade of crimson as the feelings were let out, and the girl he was holding tried to get free but with no such luck. "I'm trying to look out for you, and all you can do is cry and have anger and temper tantrums thrown at me all the time? You know I've done a lot of thinking while you were out there getting dressed. But whatever I may think, the sad truth is I do - or I did - give a damn about you. Now I'm not so sure anymore. Hell, I could easily just toss you over and have you killed in a matter of seconds. But I won't."
He let go of her wrists and pushed her lightly onto the couch. He glared at her. "Guess you don't who you can trust anymore, huh Granger?" the memories of last night overcame him and Malfoy made his way to his room slamming the door while a crying and scared Hermione sat on the couch.
Realization had hit her.
Hard.
He did care about her. And all she did was give him sicking glares and fighting. Maybe they did have feelings for each other? If not, then what about the night before? And if it wasn't love they were feeling.. Then why did she feel safe (even if it was just a bit) around him? Hermione got up and walked to her door. Opening and closing the door silently, the girl decided to skip classes just for today and get her work later. Too much confusion and heartache was going on between them. They both knew it. But maybe.. Just maybe she had fallin for the Dragon after all?
'You didn't fall for him, Hermione.. That's silly..' she told herself. But no matter what her brain commanded her to think, something inside told her it might just be true.
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A/N: Hmm.. O_o; Hows that? Sort of a.. Romance (only this chapter?), slight angst.. Lots of yelling and.. stuff in the chapter, ne? o_o; Hope it was alright. ;B Read and Review. Tell me what you think. Thanks.
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Addicted Sinner
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A/N: Whoo. Another chapter. More angst and.. all that crap.. ahead. Yay. Draco shall not be all nice and what not through the rest of this story. :D Might have a happy ending though. Depends on my mood. ; Oh yeah. :D Pansy is a total whore in my story. :D But then again, when isn't she a whore? O_o;;
By the way - Merry Christmas (Yes, it's a day late, so sue me. ) and Happy Holidays. ^^;
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Cloudy grey eyes opened and closed a few times before opening once more and looking at the surroundings and who he was with.
Hermione Granger.
A small smile crept over his face as he remembered the night before. The words whispered and the real magic they experienced. And there she was, right beside him. Cinnamon eyes closed and her chest slowly falling and rising with each breath she took. His mind wondered again to what made them come out here in the first place and what happened the few days before. The grey eyes slowly cast downwards as questions and random reasons filled his mind. What would his father say? Now that his mother was gone, he wouldn't have someone to (try) to calm him down. Then again, it was probably his father who killed her in the first place. Hate and anger came over him but he shook it off. Now wasn't the time to get mad. But Malfoy was shocked that such a big change could happen in such a small amount of time. Especially between bitter enemies. But that's what they were, right? What they were and always were going to be. But he had a feeling that had changed..
'Maybe I don't hate her as much as I thought I did..' his mind questioned. Hermione's eyes slowly opened also with her letting out a groan noting it was morning and classes would be in a few hours. Her eyes met his, and nothing was said for a few moments. She could tell his eyes still held some of the pain from before - and she lifted her arms around his neck for a light hug. He responded by putting his hands around her waist, both enjoying the moment of bliss together.
"I'm sorry.." the girl mumbled in his ear as they broke apart. It was the same thing she had said to him over the past few days and nights. How foolish he was to doubt her and what she said. And all that he had done to her to inflict pain upon her also. Their eyes met again, as a small smile crossed her face, He returned the gesture and took her hand in his still looking at her.
"Hermione-" he started.
"Yes?" a puzzled look appeared on her face. Thoughts ran through her mind, as she thought the worst of what he might say to her.
A deep sigh came from him, as he let her hand go slightly. "I just wanted to say.. Thank you. For all you've done. You know.. for comforting me when the first letter arrived.. and when the second arrived, also. It meant a lot. Really, it did. But after all this happened," he motioned his head towards the ground. "Well.. No one should know, really. I just don't want you to get into any trouble-" she stopped him mid-sentence.
"You mean with my parents? Or Harry and Ron? Or the Gryffindor hous-"
"No, no. I don't want you to get into trouble.. with.. my father. Or any other Death Eaters. Being caught up in all this. If he finds out, you're as good as dead."
"But-" she started, but stopped when she saw his expression.
Now it was his turn to be sorry. Maybe he did love her. Maybe he didn't and just wanted her body. But whatever happened those few nights before, it sparked between them. And for whatever reason he didn't want her to get hurt or in the middle of any of it. Malfoy noticed tears were slowly falling to the ground from the girl's brown eyes. It broke his heart (or whatever heart he had) to see her like this.. He knew it was for the best though.
"I'm sorry." He said to her and got up grabbing his things, getting dressed, and tossing the remaining clothes back to her. "Its for your own good.." and with that he left the grounds slowly, hating and mentally smacking himself for doing this to her. It's for her own good. It's for her own good. The same thing ran through his brain. 'It'll be okay, Hermione.. You'll see..' he thought before entering the castle wondering if the girl was still out there crying over him again. He pushed the thought out of his mind, making his way up the stairs towards the Slytherin dorms see if anyone was walking around or towards the Great Hall, a frown on his face as if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened.
"Hey Draco," he hear someone call out. "Where were you last night? We tried to come get you from the Head's room but no one was there and we didn't know the password." A black haired Slytherin boy said to the blond, looking at him. "So where were you?" he repeated.
"Sick."
"Really? How come the Mudblood couldn't answer the door and tell us that? Too scared we're gonna gang up on her something?" he replied.
Draco kept silent after this comment, listening to the others talk about Hermione and what not. And that the girl needed to be killed by Voldemort himself for her imperfect blood running through her veins. How it wasn't right that she got it instead of oh, say.. Pansy!
'Dear god, no. I would have shot myself along time ago if that happened..' Draco thought to himself as he slowly departed from the small group. They obviously weren't going anywhere important since breakfast hadn't started yet and he needed to collect his thoughts. Sighing a bit, he started walking towards the Great Hall hoping there was something to do until breakfast started. As soon as he entered the room though, another blonde came by his side. A girl actually. Stringy tresses clinging to the sides of her face, a pug nose and too much make up. 'Oh, damn.' Malfoy thought as he kept walking towards the Slytherin table as if no one else was by him.
"Drakie! Where were you last night?! I was waiting for you by the painting! You know, by the Head boy and girl's room." her voice squeaked a bit which made the boy cringe. The girl continued on not noticing. "Buuutttt. I had to go to another Slytherin's room for the night. But! I imagined he was you!!" her eyes squinted a bit and her lips parted to reveal an odd smile. Was that a smile? He couldn't tell.
"I'm sure you did, Pansy. Thanks for sharing."
"Maybe we can give it a go tonight, Hmm?" she asked, her arms slowly sliding up his waist until her chin was resting on his shoulder. "I'll make it worth your wild." She whispered. How he hated her, and everything about her. From her fake smile and stringy hair to her globs of make up and whorish outfits that would make any guy gag and run in fear.
'Hermione's never like that..' the thought of her name made him smile a bit, which gave Pansy the wrong idea.
"Drakie! Is that smile a yes!? Alright then!" Another squeak. "I'll see you tonight." The girl lightly kissed his cheek and walked off exiting the room.
'Probably getting ready for tonight..' Draco thought cringing once more. Turning around, he was surprised to see three people sitting a table from him. Harry, Ron and..
"Hermione.." he whispered and stared at her. From afar you could see her eyes were slightly red from crying (as was her nose) buta smile was on her face. The boy decided he needed to talk to her. Now. He got up and walked over to the table having glares and snorts greeting him when he reached them.
"Nice to see you too, Weasel." He commented towards Ron who kept glaring.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" a female's voice asked him. He looked over to see Hermione glaring at him with the same hate Ron had in his eyes.
"To talk to you, Granger." He replied. "Now."
"No, I don't think I will." She sneered, and turned her head away hiding the tears that were close to falling.
"I don't take no for an answer, Granger. Now just come on."
"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Harry said in her defense.
"Oh, so now is Potty your new boyfriend? Not surprised actually." Malfoy retorted as fake smirk crossed his face. Hermione got up and grabbed her things mumbling something like: "I've got to go." Before running out of the hall. The other two Gryffindors looked at the Slytherin, more hate then before in their eyes.
"What did you do to her!?" Ron demanded slowly rising from his seat.
"What makes you think I did something?"
"Because you're the only that could make her run out of here like that. Now what did you do to her?!" the red head asked again, his voice rising with anger.
"Well let me just inform you now, Weasel. Whatever goes on between Granger and me is between us. And she'd be smart enough not to tell you two. God knows the whole school would know if you found out." Draco turned and walked out of the hall at a quick pace looking for Hermione. "She couldn't have ran that fast.." he said making his way towards the Head's dorms.
"Dirt pickles" he said to the painting and hurried into the room only to find a weeping Hermione Granger on the couch. She hadn't heard him come in and he couldn't have sworn she was sleeping is her body wasn't shaken with sobs and crying. "Hermione.." the boy started, which made the girl look up shock and surprise in her eyes - which slowly turned to anger.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Come to give me a fuck and run off again?" another fake smile crossed her face.
"No.. I didn't run off. It was and it is for your own good and safety. Why won't you believe me when I tell you that?" He took a few steps towards her as she scooted towards the arm of the couch.
"Because, Malfoy. I trusted you last night, and this morning. But your reasoning doesn't seem right. You leave me there saying you don't want me to get hurt or anything else by your father or Voldemort? It doesn't matter, Malfoy. If you love someone-" she started but he stopped her.
"You protect them." Her eyes went soft with realization and hurt. Shaking her head slowly she got up and looked at him.
"I don't even know what to say to you anymore, Malfoy. I really don't. You may be lying to be. You may not. I'm not sure. But.. I just can't trust you anymore. What we had out there.. It was great. It really was. I actually hoped it would go farther and we could have one of those happy ending type things, but.." she sighed again. He glared at her, eyes that once held passion and lust for her now held anger and confusion. He stood up and grabbed her wrists out of habit, which made her eyes go wide. Hermione wondered what he was going to do. Hurt her? Rape her? Kill her? Who knew with his temper.
"Look Granger. What I said out there true, all right? I don't want you to get hurt. You're right, though. What happened last night was great but when I woke up and saw you this morning I knew something changed in me. I'm not sure if you did or what, but I didn't want to see you get hurt or killed by someone who most likely killed my mother." His face was a slight shade of crimson as the feelings were let out, and the girl he was holding tried to get free but with no such luck. "I'm trying to look out for you, and all you can do is cry and have anger and temper tantrums thrown at me all the time? You know I've done a lot of thinking while you were out there getting dressed. But whatever I may think, the sad truth is I do - or I did - give a damn about you. Now I'm not so sure anymore. Hell, I could easily just toss you over and have you killed in a matter of seconds. But I won't."
He let go of her wrists and pushed her lightly onto the couch. He glared at her. "Guess you don't who you can trust anymore, huh Granger?" the memories of last night overcame him and Malfoy made his way to his room slamming the door while a crying and scared Hermione sat on the couch.
Realization had hit her.
Hard.
He did care about her. And all she did was give him sicking glares and fighting. Maybe they did have feelings for each other? If not, then what about the night before? And if it wasn't love they were feeling.. Then why did she feel safe (even if it was just a bit) around him? Hermione got up and walked to her door. Opening and closing the door silently, the girl decided to skip classes just for today and get her work later. Too much confusion and heartache was going on between them. They both knew it. But maybe.. Just maybe she had fallin for the Dragon after all?
'You didn't fall for him, Hermione.. That's silly..' she told herself. But no matter what her brain commanded her to think, something inside told her it might just be true.
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A/N: Hmm.. O_o; Hows that? Sort of a.. Romance (only this chapter?), slight angst.. Lots of yelling and.. stuff in the chapter, ne? o_o; Hope it was alright. ;B Read and Review. Tell me what you think. Thanks.
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