"Break me, Shake me"
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A/N: Yay. Chapter thirteen.. I think. I lost count a long time ago. O_o; I'm sick again (just in time for holidays!) and I have a headache. o_o; But somehow I manage to muster up the energy to type this up. Go me. Thanks for reviews from last chapter. ^^
Pansy is also a whore in this chapter. :D Hopefully it's the last one shes in. _o; Yup.
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The next few days followed with ignoring one another and glances when the other wasn't looking. Both of them were telling themselves to look away, and not think of the other but they didn't have any luck. Malfoy knew he had hurt Hermione. And she knew she had hurt him. But the confusion and anger still filled the air whenever they were around each other which made some of the other students wonder what was going on. Sure they were enemies, they all knew that. But not even a smart ass comment from Malfoy? And a nifty little comeback from Hermione? Pansy Parkinson was flaunting around the school that she had slept with Draco a few nights before which to Hermione's surprise - made her jealous - even if she was lying to the whole student body.
"I do not have feelings for Draco Malfoy. I do not have feelings for Draco Malfoy" she repeated walking down the halls trying to block out the voice of Malfoy's second 'lover' spreading the news. "He ruined what we had - which wasn't much. It was his fault. Everything is his fault. Hes an inconsiderable asshole, and I hate him." the girl reassured herself. But another thought stuck in the back of her mind as she kept walking towards class that day.
Was it also his fault that she loved him with her heart? Even if her thoughts rejected him?
That day in Potions, Snape had given out yet another project for them to do - in pairs though. 'Oh lovely,' Hermione thought. 'I'll get paired with ferret boy and then I'll have an F for my grade for lack of completion. Just what I need..' even though her mind wanted her to think nasty thoughts about the other student, her heart always gave her a painful reminder that there was something still there between them - no matter was small or shallow it had come to.
And almost instantly, the Professor began to name off people and pair them up.
"Potter and Parkinson."
Harry groaned, glancing over to the stringy haired blonde. Obviously she had tried to look nice today - but failed miserably in the process. The blonde hair that wasn't up in some new 'do' she had just invention, it was clung to her face as her cold blue eyes looked at herself in the mirror she held. The attire was worse (if that was possible) as she was fitted into a black halter with a matching skirt that went up more then it was supposed too, and heels that made her somewhat almost as tall as the boys. Harry cringed at the sight before him and shook his head wondering how he had gotten into this mess. She hadn't heard obviously, as she was pre-occupied getting ready for something, or someone to screw that afternoon.
Snape's voice droned on until he got to another odd pairing..
"Weasely and Goyle."
Ron looked shocked at the words he had just heard, but looked over to see the other boy not really caring. Deciding to try to intimidate him, the red head narrowed his eyes dangerously at the other boy. Noticing this, he returned the gesture as so began a staring contest that ended up with no work and points lost from Gryffindor. "Stupid pug of a baboon.." Ron mumbled to himself before class ended. "Stupid pug of a rat's ass.. I'm surprised how he even made it this far in school.. Then again, he could go marry a muffin and be a stay at home house wife.." the thought brought a small chuckle through Ron's lips making Goyle wonder what was so funny..
The older man then came upon the last pair of names, standing before the two Heads. A small smile crossed his face when he looked at the two of them - looking away from each other with angry expressions on their faces.
"And last but not least," he began. "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger." Bending down slowly so that only Malfoy could hear him, Snape began to talk. "And I'm expecting your to be the best project, Malfoy.. Understood?" without an answer he got up and walked back to the front of the room, his eyes still on them as class ended and they both left for the common room.
The two of them weren't quite shocked that it happened though. They were together for everything. And they hated it. But sadly, they had to talk to each other.. and so they did. They were stuck in a room together. What other choice did they have?
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"What?" he snapped.
"Don't be so rude, damn. I was only asking something."
"I wasn't being rude. I asked what you wanted."
"Well.. whatever. I'll.. just go a-and.. get it myself." She was trying to hide the pain creeping up in her voice but Draco could notice it. He was a little worried for the girl, even if his expression didn't.
"Go get what, Granger? For gods sake, Just stay here, I'll get it." it was his way of saying he cared however odd it may be. But she didn't know that yet.
"Since when are you one to do things for yourself?" Hermione retorted, glancing at him.
"Oh that was harsh. Really, it was. I think I'll go cry in a corner now." He looked back at her holding her gaze. The brown eyes that held life and passion now held.. well, he didn't know at the moment. Emptiness, perhaps. Like there was something missing from her. He just didn't know what it was..
"Granger? ..You alright?" Malfoy figured it had been long enough since the barriers between had gotten higher and higher with each passing day. Now it was time to tear them down once more.
"Fine. Why?"
"Just wondering.."
An awkward silence came between them, then she looked up at him, her eyes trying to hold back the tears. Now was the time, she thought, that she could ask what had been on her mind since that morning they woke up together outside.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Just.. why? Why do you have to live in the family you do? With your beliefs and ways of thinking? Why the hell can't you just be true about your feelings like you were that night? Why did you run out on me like that?! Just.. left me there crying like I was a one night stand for you??" at this point, the tears were falling but she kept talking. "..And why I have to have feelings for you?" the girl sat down on the couch sighing heavily. The boy hesitantly sat down next to her, and looked at her again.
"I know you or I can't change how my family thinks.. or anyone else for that matter. But like I said before.. if you love someone.." he started but she stopped him placing a finger on his lips as a small smile crossed her face.
"You protect them." she finished. Malfoy nodded and continued speaking. "And that's what I'm going to try my best to do.. You and I, we've been through a lot lately.. and you're the only thats always been there for me when I needed you.. I'm going to try and repay you back, even."
She smiled a bit more, and he was surprised when he saw the life and passion filling her eyes once more. "You already have, Malfoy." They both smiled at each other once more before giving a kiss that they had longed from one another for the longest time..
Voices filled her ears that night. Her mind was still fuzzy and not working right but she knew one of them - Draco Malfoy. But who was the other person..? They sounded older then the boy and more demanding (if that was possible) more deadly, even. Stirring from her sleep, the voice abruptly stopped and Hermione could feel eyes staring at her. Opening one of her own, the girl saw it was Draco and.. his father?
'Whats he doing here..?' she thought but was suddenly pulled away by a pair of strong arms lifting her from her covers. "Hey! Whats going on..?! Whats happening? Draco!?" she cried looking up into the boys eyes. They held a certain sadness and sorrow that she had never seen before, but were also full of rage and pain once more. What was happing to her? Why was Draco looking at her like that? Diden't he love her?
"Draco.. Keep her close," his father stated. "We'll be meeting up with our Lord soon."
"You're.. Lord..? You mean Voldemort?" Hermione asked looking worriedly at the man. He just stared at her as a small smirk came over his face.
"Don't worry little one, you'll be fine.." he whispered to her. There was something untrustworthy about those words which set off Hermione's instincts to fight Draco - who was holding her close - yet she coulden't win. After a few minutes of yelling and confusion going down the hall as she tried to escape, Draco now had her closer then before but his heart was beating suprisingly fast.
"Look Granger," he said to her in a hushed whisper but she looked at him, fear in her eyes.
"Where are we going? Why is your father taking us to see Voldemort? Why are we here??" The boy sighed and shook his head at her, kicking her knees slightly to help her keep moving.
"Hermione.. I'm sorry.. I'm not exactly sure why we're going to see the Dark Lord but all I know is.. This might be the last night you live. My father came to me when you were still sleeping ordering something about a Mudblood and how he wanted to see her. I took him to your room and he saw you were sleeping - we were about to tie you up and take you, let you wake up at our destination, but.. You had just awoken and.. Yeah.. I'm sorry you had to ind out this way.. I never meant to hurt you in any way. I'm sorry.."
His voice was pleading, begging her to forgive him. But she just couldn't. Not now.
"Last night that I live?! Are you just going to take me there and kill me with a few Unforgivables? Draco.. How could you?? I thought you loved me..?!" the last three words were louder then the others but not loud enough to attract much attention. Luciuis's voice rang out in the cold night making them stop their conversation. His icy blue eyes fell upon Hermione though the same sick and twisted smirk plaster on his face.
"I think Master might like you.. If you put up a good fight as the one you gave Draco, he may let you live a few more hours." His attention then turned to his son who looked at him with a mixture of disgust and respect on his face. "Draco!" he called out. "Make sure she doesn't do anything while we're apperating back.. make she she stays close to you."
The boy nodded and glared down at her. "I will." And with that his grip got tighter around her arms and black indulged her body. She wanted to scream for help but couldn't find the energy too and passed out in her partner's arms, his words still echoing through her mind:
"I'm sorry.."
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A/N: Hope that was all right. X.x; Its about three in the morning and I don't really know where this is going. O_o; Blah. Its turning into too much of a romance! ;_; I've been brainwashed by the movies on t.v.. x_x;
Hm.. And also.. will Draco find it in his heart to save Hermione and go against all odds or will he let her die in a crumbled heap? O_O; Maybe even more getting laid. O_o; Who the hell knows..
Oh yeah. I'm not going be here 'till Sunday, I think. So no updates till then or Monday. ;-; Have to go out of town for awhile. Happy New Years. :D
Check back soon, also. ;D! Read and review. Thanks.
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A/N: Yay. Chapter thirteen.. I think. I lost count a long time ago. O_o; I'm sick again (just in time for holidays!) and I have a headache. o_o; But somehow I manage to muster up the energy to type this up. Go me. Thanks for reviews from last chapter. ^^
Pansy is also a whore in this chapter. :D Hopefully it's the last one shes in. _o; Yup.
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The next few days followed with ignoring one another and glances when the other wasn't looking. Both of them were telling themselves to look away, and not think of the other but they didn't have any luck. Malfoy knew he had hurt Hermione. And she knew she had hurt him. But the confusion and anger still filled the air whenever they were around each other which made some of the other students wonder what was going on. Sure they were enemies, they all knew that. But not even a smart ass comment from Malfoy? And a nifty little comeback from Hermione? Pansy Parkinson was flaunting around the school that she had slept with Draco a few nights before which to Hermione's surprise - made her jealous - even if she was lying to the whole student body.
"I do not have feelings for Draco Malfoy. I do not have feelings for Draco Malfoy" she repeated walking down the halls trying to block out the voice of Malfoy's second 'lover' spreading the news. "He ruined what we had - which wasn't much. It was his fault. Everything is his fault. Hes an inconsiderable asshole, and I hate him." the girl reassured herself. But another thought stuck in the back of her mind as she kept walking towards class that day.
Was it also his fault that she loved him with her heart? Even if her thoughts rejected him?
That day in Potions, Snape had given out yet another project for them to do - in pairs though. 'Oh lovely,' Hermione thought. 'I'll get paired with ferret boy and then I'll have an F for my grade for lack of completion. Just what I need..' even though her mind wanted her to think nasty thoughts about the other student, her heart always gave her a painful reminder that there was something still there between them - no matter was small or shallow it had come to.
And almost instantly, the Professor began to name off people and pair them up.
"Potter and Parkinson."
Harry groaned, glancing over to the stringy haired blonde. Obviously she had tried to look nice today - but failed miserably in the process. The blonde hair that wasn't up in some new 'do' she had just invention, it was clung to her face as her cold blue eyes looked at herself in the mirror she held. The attire was worse (if that was possible) as she was fitted into a black halter with a matching skirt that went up more then it was supposed too, and heels that made her somewhat almost as tall as the boys. Harry cringed at the sight before him and shook his head wondering how he had gotten into this mess. She hadn't heard obviously, as she was pre-occupied getting ready for something, or someone to screw that afternoon.
Snape's voice droned on until he got to another odd pairing..
"Weasely and Goyle."
Ron looked shocked at the words he had just heard, but looked over to see the other boy not really caring. Deciding to try to intimidate him, the red head narrowed his eyes dangerously at the other boy. Noticing this, he returned the gesture as so began a staring contest that ended up with no work and points lost from Gryffindor. "Stupid pug of a baboon.." Ron mumbled to himself before class ended. "Stupid pug of a rat's ass.. I'm surprised how he even made it this far in school.. Then again, he could go marry a muffin and be a stay at home house wife.." the thought brought a small chuckle through Ron's lips making Goyle wonder what was so funny..
The older man then came upon the last pair of names, standing before the two Heads. A small smile crossed his face when he looked at the two of them - looking away from each other with angry expressions on their faces.
"And last but not least," he began. "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger." Bending down slowly so that only Malfoy could hear him, Snape began to talk. "And I'm expecting your to be the best project, Malfoy.. Understood?" without an answer he got up and walked back to the front of the room, his eyes still on them as class ended and they both left for the common room.
The two of them weren't quite shocked that it happened though. They were together for everything. And they hated it. But sadly, they had to talk to each other.. and so they did. They were stuck in a room together. What other choice did they have?
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"What?" he snapped.
"Don't be so rude, damn. I was only asking something."
"I wasn't being rude. I asked what you wanted."
"Well.. whatever. I'll.. just go a-and.. get it myself." She was trying to hide the pain creeping up in her voice but Draco could notice it. He was a little worried for the girl, even if his expression didn't.
"Go get what, Granger? For gods sake, Just stay here, I'll get it." it was his way of saying he cared however odd it may be. But she didn't know that yet.
"Since when are you one to do things for yourself?" Hermione retorted, glancing at him.
"Oh that was harsh. Really, it was. I think I'll go cry in a corner now." He looked back at her holding her gaze. The brown eyes that held life and passion now held.. well, he didn't know at the moment. Emptiness, perhaps. Like there was something missing from her. He just didn't know what it was..
"Granger? ..You alright?" Malfoy figured it had been long enough since the barriers between had gotten higher and higher with each passing day. Now it was time to tear them down once more.
"Fine. Why?"
"Just wondering.."
An awkward silence came between them, then she looked up at him, her eyes trying to hold back the tears. Now was the time, she thought, that she could ask what had been on her mind since that morning they woke up together outside.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Just.. why? Why do you have to live in the family you do? With your beliefs and ways of thinking? Why the hell can't you just be true about your feelings like you were that night? Why did you run out on me like that?! Just.. left me there crying like I was a one night stand for you??" at this point, the tears were falling but she kept talking. "..And why I have to have feelings for you?" the girl sat down on the couch sighing heavily. The boy hesitantly sat down next to her, and looked at her again.
"I know you or I can't change how my family thinks.. or anyone else for that matter. But like I said before.. if you love someone.." he started but she stopped him placing a finger on his lips as a small smile crossed her face.
"You protect them." she finished. Malfoy nodded and continued speaking. "And that's what I'm going to try my best to do.. You and I, we've been through a lot lately.. and you're the only thats always been there for me when I needed you.. I'm going to try and repay you back, even."
She smiled a bit more, and he was surprised when he saw the life and passion filling her eyes once more. "You already have, Malfoy." They both smiled at each other once more before giving a kiss that they had longed from one another for the longest time..
Voices filled her ears that night. Her mind was still fuzzy and not working right but she knew one of them - Draco Malfoy. But who was the other person..? They sounded older then the boy and more demanding (if that was possible) more deadly, even. Stirring from her sleep, the voice abruptly stopped and Hermione could feel eyes staring at her. Opening one of her own, the girl saw it was Draco and.. his father?
'Whats he doing here..?' she thought but was suddenly pulled away by a pair of strong arms lifting her from her covers. "Hey! Whats going on..?! Whats happening? Draco!?" she cried looking up into the boys eyes. They held a certain sadness and sorrow that she had never seen before, but were also full of rage and pain once more. What was happing to her? Why was Draco looking at her like that? Diden't he love her?
"Draco.. Keep her close," his father stated. "We'll be meeting up with our Lord soon."
"You're.. Lord..? You mean Voldemort?" Hermione asked looking worriedly at the man. He just stared at her as a small smirk came over his face.
"Don't worry little one, you'll be fine.." he whispered to her. There was something untrustworthy about those words which set off Hermione's instincts to fight Draco - who was holding her close - yet she coulden't win. After a few minutes of yelling and confusion going down the hall as she tried to escape, Draco now had her closer then before but his heart was beating suprisingly fast.
"Look Granger," he said to her in a hushed whisper but she looked at him, fear in her eyes.
"Where are we going? Why is your father taking us to see Voldemort? Why are we here??" The boy sighed and shook his head at her, kicking her knees slightly to help her keep moving.
"Hermione.. I'm sorry.. I'm not exactly sure why we're going to see the Dark Lord but all I know is.. This might be the last night you live. My father came to me when you were still sleeping ordering something about a Mudblood and how he wanted to see her. I took him to your room and he saw you were sleeping - we were about to tie you up and take you, let you wake up at our destination, but.. You had just awoken and.. Yeah.. I'm sorry you had to ind out this way.. I never meant to hurt you in any way. I'm sorry.."
His voice was pleading, begging her to forgive him. But she just couldn't. Not now.
"Last night that I live?! Are you just going to take me there and kill me with a few Unforgivables? Draco.. How could you?? I thought you loved me..?!" the last three words were louder then the others but not loud enough to attract much attention. Luciuis's voice rang out in the cold night making them stop their conversation. His icy blue eyes fell upon Hermione though the same sick and twisted smirk plaster on his face.
"I think Master might like you.. If you put up a good fight as the one you gave Draco, he may let you live a few more hours." His attention then turned to his son who looked at him with a mixture of disgust and respect on his face. "Draco!" he called out. "Make sure she doesn't do anything while we're apperating back.. make she she stays close to you."
The boy nodded and glared down at her. "I will." And with that his grip got tighter around her arms and black indulged her body. She wanted to scream for help but couldn't find the energy too and passed out in her partner's arms, his words still echoing through her mind:
"I'm sorry.."
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A/N: Hope that was all right. X.x; Its about three in the morning and I don't really know where this is going. O_o; Blah. Its turning into too much of a romance! ;_; I've been brainwashed by the movies on t.v.. x_x;
Hm.. And also.. will Draco find it in his heart to save Hermione and go against all odds or will he let her die in a crumbled heap? O_O; Maybe even more getting laid. O_o; Who the hell knows..
Oh yeah. I'm not going be here 'till Sunday, I think. So no updates till then or Monday. ;-; Have to go out of town for awhile. Happy New Years. :D
Check back soon, also. ;D! Read and review. Thanks.