By: ScarletDeva
Author's Note: Damn muse is haunting me. It's hard to say no to a maniacal pyromaniac Druid… This part was actually pretty hard to write… a little more graphic than usual perhaps…
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yours probably either. Oh well.
Rating: R
Review Responses:
'HarryPotterWanter' – Okay now I'll just say that your review inspired this part of MOO. Thanks. Enjoy.
'Fiery Slut' – Don't worry about being vulgar. You didn't mention anything I wasn't contemplating. I hope you'll like the rest of this series as much.
'Sungurl8' – You made me all sniffly! That is the best compliment an author can get. I hope I can live up to that.
'Jade' – I'm really glad you like it. I really tried not to make this into a PWP and it's nice to see that you think I succeeded.
'shadow' – You're right. I'm not too clear on ratings. Anyway I'm glad you like it. I tried very hard to keep this about the characters and not just the sex.
'J. Rolande' – More relationship development coming right up. Enjoy. J
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Part 4: When He Ran From The Dark
Draco Apparated into Hogsmeade and immediately broke into a run. The full moon highlighted his drawn, angular features, his face paler than usual, his eyes wide and wild looking. His breaths dragged in and out of his lungs in uneven gasps. Hogwarts, he had to get back to Hogwarts, away from the images in his head, away from everything. He brought up one fist and unfurled his fingers, smacking them harshly across his face, using the pain to distract himself. It worked for but a moment, all the images flowing before his eyes the moment the stinging sensation receded.
Lucius had finally gotten to him. He caught him in Hogsmeade and bodily dragged him back to the Malfoy Manor, then to a secret Death Eater meeting. Draco shuddered as he walked into the hall, all the faces full of bloodlust and lined with cruelty. He did not really care about Muggles one way or the other but this was crazy… beyond crazy. Lucius sat him down and gave him the look that Draco knew meant severe consequences for him in the chance that he did something unacceptable. His skin burned hot and cold at the same time and then Lucius announced what they were there for. Muggle torture. The rest was a blur of blood and screams, Dark Curses and fire. Draco could only remember how his muscles clenched painfully in an effort not to lunge up and bolt out of there. He had no chance against the congregation and he knew it. When it was finally over, he ran outside and threw up under a wilted rose bush.
His legs pumped hard, utilizing ever bit of his strength and stamina, running from the horror he'd witnessed, his father, the Wizard world that created that monstrosity. He ran over to a decrepit building and snuck in, finding the secret entry into Hogwarts with a practiced brush of his fingers. His feet pounded against the stone floor of the passage in a quick, frantic tattoo. He dashed the length of it and emerged into Hogwarts, his hair windswept and his robes slightly wrinkled. For Draco Malfoy, that was an image no one was accustomed to. If anyone had seen him, there would be a lot of intense rumor mongering, but luckily it was hours after curfew.
Without a second thought he headed straight for the Hogwarts Squad Leaders' Command Headquarters. Hermione was known for staying there late most nights to keep working on new and old plans, obviously taking her position as Head Strategist very seriously. Draco pushed himself harder. Hermione was the only thing that would make the screams stop, the blood disappear, the pain turn to pleasure. He turned the last corner, barged into the door and stopped.
Hermione stood in front of a paper-laden table, her head bent and her wildly curly hair bound into a messy ponytail. Her red skirt and black sweater did little to hide what was under them for Draco had all those features firmly memorized. He exhaled slowly and wondered if she was ignoring him. There was no way she did not know he was there. Well if that was how she wanted to play, he'd do it her way.
He stalked up to her and set his hands on her legs right below the hem of her skirt. She made a tiny sound in her throat and his hands traveled up ever so slowly. His still ragged breathing only became more so as he pressed himself against her back and allowed his fingertips to brush against her inner thighs.
Her hands dropped the papers and grasped his wrists, squeezing almost painfully, not to hinder movement but almost in encouragement. She had just been reviewing past missions, making tallies of failures and losses. It was her job to prevent those. She hadn't. Whatever he could do to make her forget would welcome eagerly.
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Hi guys.
This story past this gets into NC-17. I don't want to get in trouble with ffnet so if you want to read the rest go to my yahoo group.
You will find the story here:
groups.yahoo.com/group/HPAnExploration/files/ScarletDeva%20fiction/Moments%20Of%20Oblivion/
From now on, I will always post the next part there along with a teaser on ffnet.
Thanks.
Irina