Made of You Part 7
A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't been keeping up with the series for a while, but I've been busy
with schoolwork. In compensation, I've made this installment a tad bit longer than
all the rest. This'll probably please all the fans who always complain that each part
is way too short. Oh, there's just one warning here: there's a tad bit of adult themes
in this chapter. If you're offended by this, don't read it. However, for all others,
please proceed. I hope you enjoy the story! J R/R! (No flames please!)
Disclaimers: I don't own any of these characters.
At the sound of the high-pitched laughter, Hermione instinctively grabbed onto Draco's arm. True, she had jested earlier about expecting something to await them on the other side of the tunnel, but this was ridiculous. A figure suddenly appeared from the shadows where the voice had come from. Even through the dark, Hermione could see the outline of a female.
And suddenly, lights were turned on in the room. Unused to the brightness, it took Hermione several minutes to focus her eyes. When she finally did, the first thing that caught her attention was the woman standing in front of her. She looked somewhat familiar, but Hermione couldn't grasp where she had seen her before. The woman's cold green eyes traveled from Draco to Hermione. Her lips were twisted into a contemptuous smile.
"Sick with the flu, were you, Draco darling? You seem fine to me." Her voice also seemed familiar to Hermione.
"How nice of you to be so concerned, darling." At the sound of Draco's voice, Hermione's gaze whipped to his face. He seemed surprisingly unperturbed by the fact that there was a woman waiting for him in his bedroom. In fact, his facial expression gave her the idea that he was somewhat bored. "And just what do you think you're doing here in my room at such a late hour?"
The woman lost her coolness at Draco's obvious indifference. Her eyes flashed. "You bastard," she seethed, "I came here thinking you were sick, and what do I find?!" She was nearly shouting now. "An empty room! I've been waiting here for hours just so I can see who the little bitch is this time!"
Hearing this, Hermione stepped forward, in a rage. "Just who the hell are you calling a bitch? For your information, there's nothing going on with Draco and I. As a matter of fact, I don't even like him." And from the corner of her eye, she saw Draco raise an eyebrow, an amused look on his face. She blushed, immediately recalling their kiss in the tunnel. "As I was saying, the only reason we're together tonight in the first place is because of an unfortunate turn of events. And just in case you're concerned, which I doubt you are, Draco's been badly hurt on the shoulder. But I guess you were too busy thinking about yourself to notice something as obvious as that."
At Hermione's last words, the woman turned her attention back to Draco, gasping. With a cry, she ran forward to where he and Hermione were standing. "Goodness, Draco, why didn't you say something? If I'd known sooner, I wouldn't have acted the way I did. Oh darling, is it serious?"
The way she talked to Draco made Hermione want to gag. Turning to him, she was surprised to see that he still had the same indifferent look plastered on his face.
"Stop fretting like a child, Pansy, it's quite unbecoming of you. Beside, I'm just fine and dandy, considering that Hermione already fixed the wound for me earlier."
At his words, both women suddenly gasped in shock.
"Hermione?!"
"Pansy?!"
Draco's face broke into the faintest of smirks. "Now don't tell me that you two already forgot each other! Well, in case you did, Pansy Parkinson, meet Hermione Granger. Hermione, Pansy Parkinson."
Hermione suddenly felt as if a light bulb had been lit inside her head. Pansy Parkinson! Of course! No wonder she looked so familiar. But what the hell was she doing in Draco's bedroom? What was their relationship towards each other in the first place? By the look on Pansy's face, Hermione knew that she was wondering the same thing about her.
The two women stood there gaping at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, it was Pansy who broke the silence. Her mouth twisted in an unpleasant smile. "Gosh Hermione, never thought that a little goody-two-shoes Gryffindor like you would turn out to be such a little slut. And with a Slytherin, no less! Goodness Draco, I would think that you could do better than that!"
Hermione felt as if she'd been slapped in the face. Next to her, Draco suddenly stiffened. In her lifetime, people had called her many things, but never before had she been called a slut. Fierce, hot anger boiled through Hermione's veins. With a cry, she lunged forward, throwing herself on top of Pansy, knocking her down. As they hit the floor, she suddenly felt a pair of strong arms encircle her waist. An instant later, Draco was pulling her off of Pansy.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was exasperated, yet surprisingly calm. Hermione struggled against his iron grip, trying to free herself. Realizing that he was too strong for her, she ceased abruptly, collapsing against his chest, exhausted from her exertion.
Seeing that she had finally calmed down, Draco dropped his arms from her waist and stepped aside. Moving forward, he went to where Pansy was still lying on the ground, and pulled her to her feet. What happened next was totally unexpected for Hermione. Pulling her hand out of his grip, Pansy suddenly dealt Draco a slap on the face. The cracking of her hand across his cheek resounded loudly in the room.
Hermione was shocked senseless. Draco just stood there, jaws flexed so hard it looked as if it might snap. For a moment, no one said a word. Finally, it was Pansy who broke the silence.
"Don't you dare touch me, you bastard! Not after betraying me like this!" Her voice was shrill, on the verge of tears. "I didn't mind that you had other women, but how could you betray me with her!", she cried, gesturing towards Hermione. "I'll make sure that both my father and yours hear about this first thing in the morning! And as for you," she said, turning to Hermione, "I'll see to it that your life becomes a living hell for stealing my fiancé away from me!" With that, she strode out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Pansy's last words made Hermione feel as if she had been knocked in the chest by something hard. It was suddenly very difficult for her to breathe. Turning to Draco, she felt an instant surge of anger course through her. Only one thought occupied her mind at that moment. He was engaged to Pansy Parkinson, yet he stilled kissed her back at the tunnel.
Draco must have felt her anger, for he came towards her warily, eying her as if she was some sort of dangerous creature that was going to pounce on him at any moment. When he finally came close enough for her to reach, Hermione took a step forward and slapped him hard, across the face. It happened so suddenly that even she was surprised at what she had just done. Her hand left a red mark on his right cheek, the same side that Pansy had hit him on.
For a moment, neither one of them moved. The only sound that could be heard was his harsh breathing. Then before she knew it, Draco had grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her up against him. Panicking, she tried to struggle free from his grip, which only made him tighten his hold on her.
"Stop struggling, Hermione. It's not going to get you anywhere."
Realizing that his words were true, she ceased her movements, looking up into his intense blue eyes. Raw emotions so intense she couldn't comprehend blazed in them. And for a moment, she was afraid. Afraid of what this man might do to her. This man whom she hardly knew, even though she had known and despised him for seven long years.
Reading the sudden fear in her eyes, Draco released his grip, taking a step back. He turned away from her, running a hand through his disheveled blond hair. It was evident that he was at a loss for words, so Hermione decided to speak first.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were engaged?"
He whipped around to face her, a somewhat stunned, yet wary look on his face. He seemed fairly surprised at her words. "What's it to you anyway? Weren't you the one who said you didn't even like me? For a person who doesn't hold me in high esteem, you sure seem to care a lot about what I do."
Hermione blushed, embarrassed for asking such an intimate question when she had no business asking it at all. However, now that she had started this discussion, there was no way out except to continue on.
"You're engaged to her and yet you still walk around like bachelor of the year. Just who do you think you're playing with here?" Her face was flushed with anger. Bitter resentment showed in her eyes.
For a moment, it seemed as if he didn't understand what she was saying. Then suddenly, a slow, amused smile began to spread across his face.
"Jealous, darling?"
Already vexed, his words finally drove Hermione over the edge. She lunged forward, pummeling her fists on Draco's hard chest. However, he was not unprepared for her attack. Using both hands, he grabbed her wrists and flung her on his bed, throwing himself on top of her.
Hermione struggled under his heavy weight, trying to dislodge him off of her. It was no use, for he was too strong. Even now, his hands still gripped her wrists like iron cuffs. With a surge of strength, Draco finally pinned her fully under him, pulling her hands above her head to restrain her from any further attack.
Knowing she had lost but refusing to give up the fight, Hermione bucked under him like a desperate animal trying to escape from its inevitable doom. The effort was exhausting, and within moments, her body gave out to his weight. She stilled, panting breathlessly under him, while he gazed at her with his intense blue eyes. The look on his face was wild, almost savage. Never in their seven years of acquaintance had Hermione ever seen a look like this on Draco's face; it scared her to see it now. And before she had time to react, he swept down upon her, covering her mouth with his.
His lips were like liquid fire upon her. Hermione tried to push him off, but her body seemed as if it had suddenly turned to jelly. Sensing this, Draco deepened the kiss, his mouth opening hers quickly, plumbing her warmth with his tongue, each thrust becoming more and more forceful, more rapacious. Tentatively, she met one, and the tips of their tongues touched.
It was too much for her to bear; Hermione cried out against his mouth, her control shattering. Somehow, without her realizing, Draco had released both her hands from his grip. His hands slid down her back, raising her up against his hard body. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down upon her.
Suddenly, he tore his mouth away from hers. He hovered over her, panting, his eyes wild with burning desire. No one had ever looked at her this way, not even Harry. And for the first time, Hermione knew what true desire was.
"Hermione," he whispered hoarsely. "I want you."
His words were like an aphrodisiac, drugging her senses so that she forgot everything else, save the man on top of her, a man she had once thought she despised. Hermione knew she should try to fight his seduction, and that if she didn't, there were going to be serious consequences later on.
"No Draco, don't…" she panted breathlessly, trying one last time, with no avail, to dislodge him off of her. Sensing her reluctance, he once again covered her mouth with his, cutting off her protests effectively. This time, his lips were more eager than before. And when he pressed the entire length of his body against hers, she suddenly froze. It was as if lightning had struck her. At that moment, she knew she had lost the battle. And with a cry of pure abandon, she deepened their kiss, surrendering herself to him.
Well, what did you guys think? I know this was more kinky and intense than most of my other parts, but it was one of my friends who suggested this. Tell me what you think. Constructive criticisms please. If you don't like this kind of stuff in a fanfic, please let me know. Because if you guys are okay with it, I'll be putting a lot more of these kind of stuff in my next installments. (However, due to schoolwork, it'll be a while before you see another installment from me J)