"Break me, Shake me"
Chapter fourteen
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A/N: YAY. CHAPTER FOURTEEN. O_o; Sorry. ; I've been deprived from writing for the past four days (long story. ^^) and I'm on a major fucking sugar high 'cause I'm lonely and bored. XD; Yay! The joys of sugar..
Anyways! Thanks for the reviews from last time! While I was away I got fourteen and the beginning of fifteen written. ;D
Warning: The possiablities of this story ending up fluffy and happy-ish are very slim. O_o; Only 'cause the author of this story is a deprived little fuck of a teenager.. o_o; Whoo ..
Also this chapter is extremly fucked up and may little or no sense. o.o; Next one shall be better? Hopefully.. x_x;
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Hermione's eyes opened opened to a bright room but shut quickly, not quite adjusted to the changes. Opening her eyes again, they focused on her surroundings. Glancing around, she felt millions of other eys perring down on her. Turning around, the girl gasped at finding about fourty or so hodded men glaring at her with frowns or odd smiles of glee. Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly when they fell upon another hooded man infront of her.
"Lucius..?" she spat, and tried to get up only to be opsuhed back to the ground by someone she diden't know was there - another hooded figured - and slightly taller then Lucius.
"Ah, so you do remember my name dear girl? Good, good." Her said slowly and walked over to her pulling her roughly up by the arm, motioning for the person behind her to leave the room - yet he just moved a few feet away - which made Lucius build up with anger. As he was about to strike the unrecognizable figure, a new voice - harsher and colder then Lucius's - had stopped him.
"Now, now, is that anyway to treat your son..? And so soon after your wife's death?" he asked the man obvious sarcasim filling is voice. The blond man looked to the floor and lowered his hand before mumbling a quick; "sorry" to the new person and stepped away. All the while, Hermione was replaying what was just said.
Wait a minute..
'Is that anyway to treat your son?'
The brown haired girl looked up to the one who had pushed her down just moments before. 'Its Draco?' she thought, and as if reading her mind, he removed the hood to show the same sliced back blond hair and pale grey eyes she came to love and hate at the same time. The same eyes that held no emotions for her whats ever.
"So my little Mudblood.. I see Draco and his father have brought you here, Hmm?" the same harsh voice asked her bringing Hermione out her thoughts. Cringing at the site of him, the man chuckled at her reaction. "Does my appearance disturb you, Muggle?" he asked lightly.
No Response.
But it was a good enough answer for him. A crooked smile crossed his face as an idea came to mind and his eyes narrowed dangerously at her.
"Well," he started "If you're not going to corrpate and answer my questions, I might as well kill you now and be done with it."
Hermione's eyes went wide. Kill her? When she haden't done anything? 'If you're once out of step around her they can kill you for anything' her brain reminded her. But she refused to believe it. Hermione looked aroudn frantically for someone to help her, but found they were all nodding in agreement at the suggestion. 'Why won't anyone help me..?' she asked herself.
'Because they hate you.' Her brain answered back - much to her dissproval.
Suddenly a loud and familiar voice came to her mind. "No!" they shouted. Was it..? It coulden't be.. But he was the one that brough her here..
"Draco!" Lucius yelled. "Whats the meaning of this? Objecting to the Dark Lord's wishes??" he asked, anger filling his voice, obviously enraged at the sudden dissagreement they were having.
"No," the younger man responded. "She diden't do anything wrong though. You're going to kill her for being innocent?" he asked.
"She diden't respond to the Lord's question!" his father yelled back.
"So? Shes scared. You all can see in her eyes. How can she not be?" Draco yelled.
"Enough!" a new voice came to play. It was the same cold, harsh one. Belonging to Voldemort.
Hermione was too scared and paralized to do anything or hear any of this though. All she could think about was Draco coming to her rescue. Maybe it was in vain - she coulden't be so sure. But maybe he did care about her? Wanted her safe and protected? Loved her more then she thought, even? Her day dreams and questions were swirled quickly though, as she felt herself being pulled upwards to stand, along with a sharp pain hitting her face. All at once the yelling came flooding into her ears.
"Mudblood," Lucius barker towards the girl. "Answer the question!" She looked at Voldemort who seemed to be enjoying watching her being beaten to bloody pulp. 'Bastard..' she thought before another pain hit her face making her collapse in a heap on the floor, tears starting to run down her bruised cheeks.
"Stop..!" Draco managed to yell before all eyes were on him. Voldemort arched his brow in the boy's direction and wondered what he was thinking until a sick idea came to mind. If he diden't want to watch her die, he would be humiliated as well. He slowly got up and approached him, glaring at him slightly.
"Mr. Malfoy," he started. "Do you have feelings for this.. Mudblood? This.. piece of filth?" Draco glanced down at the girl and her tear stainded face, trying to hold back sobs. He knew inside he never wanted it to come to this. Where they would both be in trouble. But he had to do something to save them. Or atleast Hermione.
Closing his eyes for a few moments, he reopened them and sighed. "Of course not." he replied. The girl's heart fell at the reponse and it showed in her eyes. After all they had been through and done, he just simply cast it all away with one word? Maybe he diden't have feelings for her.. Maybe being evil was more important after all.
"Do you think the Mudblood has feelings for you?" Voldemort taunted again as soon as he caught sight of the look in Hermione's eyes and what emotions they held.
"Why would she?"
"It seems to me that she would. Just look you, Draco.. You can have any girl you want. You can have anyone you want jump in bed with you," Another odd smile crossed his face as soon as the words escaped his lips which made Draco cringe and wonder what was going on. "If they haven't already." He added.
The thought of having someone else other then Hermione sent chills up and down his spine. Before he woulden't have cared about the girl, but she did something to him since the beginning of seventh year - something that would change him forever. And they both knew it. Letting out a breathe he haden't noticed he'd been holding in, he shook his head lightly wanting for all this to stop.
"Have you taken her yet?"
"What??" the question caught him off guard with all the thinking. A slow and meaning laugh espcaed the lips from Voldemort.
"You heard me" he said.
A hesitating moment on Draco's part. "..No." he mumbled, glancing at Hermione and hating the hurt look that showed on her face. It was a lie, yes. They had shagged.. how many times? He coulden't remember right now. Once? Twice?
"Then take her, Draco. Right here. Right now. For all her enemies to see. Bask in her humiliation and tourment which she'll have to live with everyday following. Shes something you haven't claimed yet. Why not? You said so yourself, you don't love her and you don't care about her."
Voldemort could tell her obviously lying, and decided to make a sick game out of it. So he wanted to see Hermione's 'virginity' be taken away infront of his own eyes? To see his future Deat Eater and his 'lover' go at it? To be humiliated forever? So be it.
Draco nodded slightly which sent another odd and twisted smile on his face. He kneeled down infront of the half calm girl a murdeous look in his eyes. Tears started forming once more in her eyes when she realized what was about to happen.
Memories came back to her mind that instant though. All the years of taunting and name calling ended up in this one final year of passion and love for one another? No matter how small? All to be washed away by the one person - or thing - that could kill anyone with a few words and flick of a wand? And the comfort the two had brought to each other during Draco's mourning was now gone. All of it had blown up in their faces, and here they were. Victims in a never ending game. Not lovers. Or 'partners' for the year. Just prey and the pretador. Coming out of her thoughts, she realized where his hands were roaming and traviling father up her skirt.
"Stop!" she yelled, but it only came out as a muffled cry of help. Between the tears and confusion, she coulden't speak let alone cry out. Before she knew it, he had her pinned to the ground while the other men were crowded in a circle around them cheering for Draco to finish the job. Holding back a few sobs, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered a simple request that made him stop what he was doing. Looking at her, he could tell she was hurt. But a request like that? How could she think of asking him something like that?
Malfoy got up, straightening his shirt before looking at the Lord once more who happened to have a smug look on his face.
"My Lord.."
"Whast wrong?"
"Would you.. Coukd.. May I take the girl back the Manor in private? Away from all the eyes? I assure you though, the deed will be done by the end of the night. Please my Lord." Be begged slightly. His face was a few shades of crimson. Anger built up in him though when whispers were audioable.
"Hes giving into the girl.. Hes whipped. He'll never live it down."
"Hes a muggle lover!"
"Now we'll have no show!"
"Pansy bastard.. Thinks he can have it all because his fathers buddy buddy with Voldemort.."
Voldemort himself though, haden't heard the whispers and concidered the request. Nodding slightly he looked around the room atall his followers. "Alright," he said. "You may go in private. I trust it'll be done soon though?"
"Yes," Draco replied harshly grabbing the girl by the wrist and glaring at her once more. "it will. I can promise you that." The fear grew in her as she was pulled out of the building quickly, apperating to the Malfoy Manor. He diden't say anything as he lead her up long stair cases leading to rooms she diden't know existed. No words were spoken as a door was opened and slammed behind her. And finally nothing was said until she stood in the middle of a room watching his eyes probe her body with hate and lust filled in them.
"Draco.." she started.
"Granger, shut up." he commanded.
Taken aback from his sudden coldness, she did what she was told which sent a small smile on his face that turned into a frown.
"Do you have any idea what just happened in there? I just got taunted and questioned by the one person who I'm supposed to be looking up too. I did all for you, and then you go and ask me if we can do this in private? I had to request that infront of everyone. They all heard. And.. before you know, whispers were starting." At this point she was against the wall in tears once more while his face was inches from hers.
"Why coulden't you have just shut up and stopped crying, Hermione..? You never did that the other times!" he yelled
"You weren't forcing me the other times, Malfoy!" she yelled back, surprised at herself for finding the courage to say that. Abut it was as if he haden't heard what she said and began his work once more. "Now," he started tracing a finger from her jawline to her lip. "I'm going to finish what I started." She tried to run away, but he only stopped her by pulling her closer as a smirk crossed his face.
"Don't deny me, Hermione. And don't be afraid."
"Draco.. How can I not when the person who I fell for is about to rape me..? When you.. kidnapped me from Hogwarts, seduced me, and are now in the process of getting me laid without my consent? This isn't the Draco Malfoy I know and lo-" she caught herself before saying the word. After all they had gone through, did they really love each other? Hermione noticed when his hand trailed up her leg once more.
'This is all wrong..' she thought. 'I'm in a room with my enemy who I've shagged several times now, and who is about to do so again.. and I'm not willing.. Hes changed for the worse.. And theres nothing I can do about it..' her thoughts vanished quicxkly when she realized they were ina very converse postion on the floor. Him ontop of her, shirtless and apparently thinking on if he should do this or not. And she was benath him, skirtless and soon to be underwear-less. Draco leaned over more, pinning her hands abover her head. Lightly kissing her ear, he mumbled: "You can't be deny me anymore." before stripping what was left and entering. He covered her scream with his mouth as they collapsed on the floor together, eyes closed. What she had said before was now sinking into his mind.
She was right.
He hated her when she was right.
Yet here they were. Two bodies together once more ins weat and tears - once sobbing and trying to block out the psychsical, mental and emotional pain of the night. And the other driven off the egde of insanity and power all to find it done for nothing.His anger and confusion had gotten the best of him. But it was done. Nothing could be fixed. Not even all the "sorrys" and "I love you no matter what"s. After all the deeds had been done, Draco came to the sad truth.
'I love her..' he thought.
But did he really?
Doubts filled his mind. Sorrow stwept over him.
Yes. He did love her. And she loved him.
Diden't she?
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A/N: Yay! O_o; Next chapter.. more confusion! And.. yeah. o_o; Hope it was alright. :B Read and Review. Thanks! ;B
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Chapter fourteen
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A/N: YAY. CHAPTER FOURTEEN. O_o; Sorry. ; I've been deprived from writing for the past four days (long story. ^^) and I'm on a major fucking sugar high 'cause I'm lonely and bored. XD; Yay! The joys of sugar..
Anyways! Thanks for the reviews from last time! While I was away I got fourteen and the beginning of fifteen written. ;D
Warning: The possiablities of this story ending up fluffy and happy-ish are very slim. O_o; Only 'cause the author of this story is a deprived little fuck of a teenager.. o_o; Whoo ..
Also this chapter is extremly fucked up and may little or no sense. o.o; Next one shall be better? Hopefully.. x_x;
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Hermione's eyes opened opened to a bright room but shut quickly, not quite adjusted to the changes. Opening her eyes again, they focused on her surroundings. Glancing around, she felt millions of other eys perring down on her. Turning around, the girl gasped at finding about fourty or so hodded men glaring at her with frowns or odd smiles of glee. Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly when they fell upon another hooded man infront of her.
"Lucius..?" she spat, and tried to get up only to be opsuhed back to the ground by someone she diden't know was there - another hooded figured - and slightly taller then Lucius.
"Ah, so you do remember my name dear girl? Good, good." Her said slowly and walked over to her pulling her roughly up by the arm, motioning for the person behind her to leave the room - yet he just moved a few feet away - which made Lucius build up with anger. As he was about to strike the unrecognizable figure, a new voice - harsher and colder then Lucius's - had stopped him.
"Now, now, is that anyway to treat your son..? And so soon after your wife's death?" he asked the man obvious sarcasim filling is voice. The blond man looked to the floor and lowered his hand before mumbling a quick; "sorry" to the new person and stepped away. All the while, Hermione was replaying what was just said.
Wait a minute..
'Is that anyway to treat your son?'
The brown haired girl looked up to the one who had pushed her down just moments before. 'Its Draco?' she thought, and as if reading her mind, he removed the hood to show the same sliced back blond hair and pale grey eyes she came to love and hate at the same time. The same eyes that held no emotions for her whats ever.
"So my little Mudblood.. I see Draco and his father have brought you here, Hmm?" the same harsh voice asked her bringing Hermione out her thoughts. Cringing at the site of him, the man chuckled at her reaction. "Does my appearance disturb you, Muggle?" he asked lightly.
No Response.
But it was a good enough answer for him. A crooked smile crossed his face as an idea came to mind and his eyes narrowed dangerously at her.
"Well," he started "If you're not going to corrpate and answer my questions, I might as well kill you now and be done with it."
Hermione's eyes went wide. Kill her? When she haden't done anything? 'If you're once out of step around her they can kill you for anything' her brain reminded her. But she refused to believe it. Hermione looked aroudn frantically for someone to help her, but found they were all nodding in agreement at the suggestion. 'Why won't anyone help me..?' she asked herself.
'Because they hate you.' Her brain answered back - much to her dissproval.
Suddenly a loud and familiar voice came to her mind. "No!" they shouted. Was it..? It coulden't be.. But he was the one that brough her here..
"Draco!" Lucius yelled. "Whats the meaning of this? Objecting to the Dark Lord's wishes??" he asked, anger filling his voice, obviously enraged at the sudden dissagreement they were having.
"No," the younger man responded. "She diden't do anything wrong though. You're going to kill her for being innocent?" he asked.
"She diden't respond to the Lord's question!" his father yelled back.
"So? Shes scared. You all can see in her eyes. How can she not be?" Draco yelled.
"Enough!" a new voice came to play. It was the same cold, harsh one. Belonging to Voldemort.
Hermione was too scared and paralized to do anything or hear any of this though. All she could think about was Draco coming to her rescue. Maybe it was in vain - she coulden't be so sure. But maybe he did care about her? Wanted her safe and protected? Loved her more then she thought, even? Her day dreams and questions were swirled quickly though, as she felt herself being pulled upwards to stand, along with a sharp pain hitting her face. All at once the yelling came flooding into her ears.
"Mudblood," Lucius barker towards the girl. "Answer the question!" She looked at Voldemort who seemed to be enjoying watching her being beaten to bloody pulp. 'Bastard..' she thought before another pain hit her face making her collapse in a heap on the floor, tears starting to run down her bruised cheeks.
"Stop..!" Draco managed to yell before all eyes were on him. Voldemort arched his brow in the boy's direction and wondered what he was thinking until a sick idea came to mind. If he diden't want to watch her die, he would be humiliated as well. He slowly got up and approached him, glaring at him slightly.
"Mr. Malfoy," he started. "Do you have feelings for this.. Mudblood? This.. piece of filth?" Draco glanced down at the girl and her tear stainded face, trying to hold back sobs. He knew inside he never wanted it to come to this. Where they would both be in trouble. But he had to do something to save them. Or atleast Hermione.
Closing his eyes for a few moments, he reopened them and sighed. "Of course not." he replied. The girl's heart fell at the reponse and it showed in her eyes. After all they had been through and done, he just simply cast it all away with one word? Maybe he diden't have feelings for her.. Maybe being evil was more important after all.
"Do you think the Mudblood has feelings for you?" Voldemort taunted again as soon as he caught sight of the look in Hermione's eyes and what emotions they held.
"Why would she?"
"It seems to me that she would. Just look you, Draco.. You can have any girl you want. You can have anyone you want jump in bed with you," Another odd smile crossed his face as soon as the words escaped his lips which made Draco cringe and wonder what was going on. "If they haven't already." He added.
The thought of having someone else other then Hermione sent chills up and down his spine. Before he woulden't have cared about the girl, but she did something to him since the beginning of seventh year - something that would change him forever. And they both knew it. Letting out a breathe he haden't noticed he'd been holding in, he shook his head lightly wanting for all this to stop.
"Have you taken her yet?"
"What??" the question caught him off guard with all the thinking. A slow and meaning laugh espcaed the lips from Voldemort.
"You heard me" he said.
A hesitating moment on Draco's part. "..No." he mumbled, glancing at Hermione and hating the hurt look that showed on her face. It was a lie, yes. They had shagged.. how many times? He coulden't remember right now. Once? Twice?
"Then take her, Draco. Right here. Right now. For all her enemies to see. Bask in her humiliation and tourment which she'll have to live with everyday following. Shes something you haven't claimed yet. Why not? You said so yourself, you don't love her and you don't care about her."
Voldemort could tell her obviously lying, and decided to make a sick game out of it. So he wanted to see Hermione's 'virginity' be taken away infront of his own eyes? To see his future Deat Eater and his 'lover' go at it? To be humiliated forever? So be it.
Draco nodded slightly which sent another odd and twisted smile on his face. He kneeled down infront of the half calm girl a murdeous look in his eyes. Tears started forming once more in her eyes when she realized what was about to happen.
Memories came back to her mind that instant though. All the years of taunting and name calling ended up in this one final year of passion and love for one another? No matter how small? All to be washed away by the one person - or thing - that could kill anyone with a few words and flick of a wand? And the comfort the two had brought to each other during Draco's mourning was now gone. All of it had blown up in their faces, and here they were. Victims in a never ending game. Not lovers. Or 'partners' for the year. Just prey and the pretador. Coming out of her thoughts, she realized where his hands were roaming and traviling father up her skirt.
"Stop!" she yelled, but it only came out as a muffled cry of help. Between the tears and confusion, she coulden't speak let alone cry out. Before she knew it, he had her pinned to the ground while the other men were crowded in a circle around them cheering for Draco to finish the job. Holding back a few sobs, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered a simple request that made him stop what he was doing. Looking at her, he could tell she was hurt. But a request like that? How could she think of asking him something like that?
Malfoy got up, straightening his shirt before looking at the Lord once more who happened to have a smug look on his face.
"My Lord.."
"Whast wrong?"
"Would you.. Coukd.. May I take the girl back the Manor in private? Away from all the eyes? I assure you though, the deed will be done by the end of the night. Please my Lord." Be begged slightly. His face was a few shades of crimson. Anger built up in him though when whispers were audioable.
"Hes giving into the girl.. Hes whipped. He'll never live it down."
"Hes a muggle lover!"
"Now we'll have no show!"
"Pansy bastard.. Thinks he can have it all because his fathers buddy buddy with Voldemort.."
Voldemort himself though, haden't heard the whispers and concidered the request. Nodding slightly he looked around the room atall his followers. "Alright," he said. "You may go in private. I trust it'll be done soon though?"
"Yes," Draco replied harshly grabbing the girl by the wrist and glaring at her once more. "it will. I can promise you that." The fear grew in her as she was pulled out of the building quickly, apperating to the Malfoy Manor. He diden't say anything as he lead her up long stair cases leading to rooms she diden't know existed. No words were spoken as a door was opened and slammed behind her. And finally nothing was said until she stood in the middle of a room watching his eyes probe her body with hate and lust filled in them.
"Draco.." she started.
"Granger, shut up." he commanded.
Taken aback from his sudden coldness, she did what she was told which sent a small smile on his face that turned into a frown.
"Do you have any idea what just happened in there? I just got taunted and questioned by the one person who I'm supposed to be looking up too. I did all for you, and then you go and ask me if we can do this in private? I had to request that infront of everyone. They all heard. And.. before you know, whispers were starting." At this point she was against the wall in tears once more while his face was inches from hers.
"Why coulden't you have just shut up and stopped crying, Hermione..? You never did that the other times!" he yelled
"You weren't forcing me the other times, Malfoy!" she yelled back, surprised at herself for finding the courage to say that. Abut it was as if he haden't heard what she said and began his work once more. "Now," he started tracing a finger from her jawline to her lip. "I'm going to finish what I started." She tried to run away, but he only stopped her by pulling her closer as a smirk crossed his face.
"Don't deny me, Hermione. And don't be afraid."
"Draco.. How can I not when the person who I fell for is about to rape me..? When you.. kidnapped me from Hogwarts, seduced me, and are now in the process of getting me laid without my consent? This isn't the Draco Malfoy I know and lo-" she caught herself before saying the word. After all they had gone through, did they really love each other? Hermione noticed when his hand trailed up her leg once more.
'This is all wrong..' she thought. 'I'm in a room with my enemy who I've shagged several times now, and who is about to do so again.. and I'm not willing.. Hes changed for the worse.. And theres nothing I can do about it..' her thoughts vanished quicxkly when she realized they were ina very converse postion on the floor. Him ontop of her, shirtless and apparently thinking on if he should do this or not. And she was benath him, skirtless and soon to be underwear-less. Draco leaned over more, pinning her hands abover her head. Lightly kissing her ear, he mumbled: "You can't be deny me anymore." before stripping what was left and entering. He covered her scream with his mouth as they collapsed on the floor together, eyes closed. What she had said before was now sinking into his mind.
She was right.
He hated her when she was right.
Yet here they were. Two bodies together once more ins weat and tears - once sobbing and trying to block out the psychsical, mental and emotional pain of the night. And the other driven off the egde of insanity and power all to find it done for nothing.His anger and confusion had gotten the best of him. But it was done. Nothing could be fixed. Not even all the "sorrys" and "I love you no matter what"s. After all the deeds had been done, Draco came to the sad truth.
'I love her..' he thought.
But did he really?
Doubts filled his mind. Sorrow stwept over him.
Yes. He did love her. And she loved him.
Diden't she?
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A/N: Yay! O_o; Next chapter.. more confusion! And.. yeah. o_o; Hope it was alright. :B Read and Review. Thanks! ;B
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