Title: Tempting Evil
Rated: PG-13 maybe R later
E-mail: czarinasnappy@yahoo.com
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His mouth was everywhere. Hermione found her lips dry and her cries hoarse. For just this moment Hermione prayed. "Please make it last forever," but her dreams had never come true. Maybe it was the words MINE that Draco muttered that caused it, but that memory of a past long gone flashed in her mind and she choked back a sob as she pushed Draco away.
"Never yours. I will NEVER be yours"
He had hurt her, the pain was burning in her heart. History was repeating itself and she knew that Pansy was living with Draco, so what was she doing. Hermione tooked in a ragged breath as she looked at Draco through blurry tear filled eyes. Was the pain ever going to leave. Unexpectedly her injured ankle gave way and before she could touch the floor she was in Draco's arm. Her cheek resting over his heart, if he had one. A single tear streaked down her cheeks. Unknowingly her lips formed the words.
"Why did you leave me for her?...wasn't I good enough. ...I was so in love with you..." Her voice broke and she fell back in dead faint. She didn't have a chance to see how her words had affected Draco. He stared at the woman he held in his arms. All he wanted was to take her away forever and make her his, but the past was done and gone and could not be changed. Even with magic changing the past was nearly impossible. With a mutter Draco was in his bedroom holding the unconsious Hermione.
Pansy lay on the bed like an overgrown spoiled cat. Her eyes narrowed to Hermione when she realized that her Draco didn't arrive alone. She sat up. Her eyes flashed in anger as Draco shoved her off the bed and placed Hermione in it. Even the bed seemed to make room so that Hermione was as comfortable as could be. The sheets flowed over Hermione's body to lightly cover her forming a protective cocoon.
Smoke could almost be seen flaring in Pansy's nostrils. Draco didn't even see her. He was deaf and blind to all but that girl who lay now in her place, but not for long. This she promised herself. No one especially not a mudblood like Hermione Granger was going to steal her man. Not again. Yes Hermione had stolen Draco once, but it had been easy enough to change his mind. Seduction can be a powerful weapon. It's always been a powerful weapon but when weilded by her it became invincible. Yes Draco was hers. Her little dog who will run back to its owner. All she had to do was wait for her moment. Little Hermione Granger had been hurt the first time and if the devil was on her side than he would make sure that Miss Mudblood still held that injury in her heart. It would make the final blow all the more delicious.
"Draco," Pansy purred.
"Don't you have other things to do, Pansy, I'm busy"
No this definitely was not the right time. Her lips formed a wickedly confident smile. With a swish of her hair she was gone. Not that Draco noticed. Pansy appeared in the basement of the Malfoy manor with a laugh that sounded like chalk scratching over chalkboard. She was bent over the desk laughing. Her eyes lit on the crystal ball. Her mother had given it to her upon her death. She smiled. All your fears will be reality darling little MUDBLOOD. You messed with the wrong woman. The image of a worried Draco leaning over the unconsious form of Hermione appeared withing the crystal.
With a whispered curse the room lit on fire. Pansy's eyes glowed red in the darkness of the basement.
It was the smell of burning wood that first awakened Draco to the reality of the flames. The flames were like little hands grabbing and tearing at the curtains and funiture. Part of the bed sheets were on fire.
He went to grab Hermione, but the sheets tightened around her body. It held Mione prisoner. His wand. His hand felt for his wand. It wasn't there. The flames were burning faster now and he was on the verge of desperation, but his blade was there and he used that and careful as not to cut Hermione he cut the sheets apart and grabbed Hermione. As if reading his moves the door burst into flames pushing Draco back a step.
These weren't natural flames. It was magic. He could feel it. The magic was powerful. It wasn't just wizadry there was something ancient and deadlier mixed in. No he didn't dare run at the burning door hold Hermione in his arms, but he wasn't going to put her down for even a second. These flames seem to be aimed for her. The sheets had held her prisoner and the flames had started on th sheets. He knew that these flames weren't aiming for him. It was what he held in his arms.
Even if he did manage to get the door open the flames would just become bigger due to the increase in oxygen. Normal or not the laws of science still applied. The room was starting to get unbearably hot. If he didn't act soon they would be surrounded it wouldn't matter than whether or not the flames were aimed at him or not both he and Hermione would perish.
Taking a deep breath Draco charged at the window and right before he reached it he turned so it was his back that broke through the glass. Fallin seven stories was not going to be fun praying that his wand was somewhere on him or close enough he concentrated on making his broom fly out of the closet and catch their fall.
They were going to reach the ground soon and by then they'd be flat pancakes. He didn't have his wand. His broom wasn't comming. To his utter astonishment. Just as they were about to land on the floor the broom burst through one of the first story windows and caught them, but unknowingly a figure stood in the shadows of the once burning room looking down on the couple now caught by the broom.
Her hands formed fists and her nails digged into her skin to draw blood. So they lived. To be correct. Hermione lives. She had sent the broom to their rescue. What was the point of killing Hermione if Draco died. With a wave of her hand the room she was standing in went back to normal. All the furnishings and sheets were as they were before the fire.
It was time that she payed a visit to Alex in the dungeons.
Hermione took in a deep breath. She cracked open one eye and stared into the chest of Draco Malfoy. To be completely descriptive. The naked chest of Draco Malfoy.
Rated: PG-13 maybe R later
E-mail: czarinasnappy@yahoo.com
*A Harry Potter Fanfiction Archive ---This is my new site. Please submit fanfiction here. I'm in desperate need.* Thanx
His mouth was everywhere. Hermione found her lips dry and her cries hoarse. For just this moment Hermione prayed. "Please make it last forever," but her dreams had never come true. Maybe it was the words MINE that Draco muttered that caused it, but that memory of a past long gone flashed in her mind and she choked back a sob as she pushed Draco away.
"Never yours. I will NEVER be yours"
He had hurt her, the pain was burning in her heart. History was repeating itself and she knew that Pansy was living with Draco, so what was she doing. Hermione tooked in a ragged breath as she looked at Draco through blurry tear filled eyes. Was the pain ever going to leave. Unexpectedly her injured ankle gave way and before she could touch the floor she was in Draco's arm. Her cheek resting over his heart, if he had one. A single tear streaked down her cheeks. Unknowingly her lips formed the words.
"Why did you leave me for her?...wasn't I good enough. ...I was so in love with you..." Her voice broke and she fell back in dead faint. She didn't have a chance to see how her words had affected Draco. He stared at the woman he held in his arms. All he wanted was to take her away forever and make her his, but the past was done and gone and could not be changed. Even with magic changing the past was nearly impossible. With a mutter Draco was in his bedroom holding the unconsious Hermione.
Pansy lay on the bed like an overgrown spoiled cat. Her eyes narrowed to Hermione when she realized that her Draco didn't arrive alone. She sat up. Her eyes flashed in anger as Draco shoved her off the bed and placed Hermione in it. Even the bed seemed to make room so that Hermione was as comfortable as could be. The sheets flowed over Hermione's body to lightly cover her forming a protective cocoon.
Smoke could almost be seen flaring in Pansy's nostrils. Draco didn't even see her. He was deaf and blind to all but that girl who lay now in her place, but not for long. This she promised herself. No one especially not a mudblood like Hermione Granger was going to steal her man. Not again. Yes Hermione had stolen Draco once, but it had been easy enough to change his mind. Seduction can be a powerful weapon. It's always been a powerful weapon but when weilded by her it became invincible. Yes Draco was hers. Her little dog who will run back to its owner. All she had to do was wait for her moment. Little Hermione Granger had been hurt the first time and if the devil was on her side than he would make sure that Miss Mudblood still held that injury in her heart. It would make the final blow all the more delicious.
"Draco," Pansy purred.
"Don't you have other things to do, Pansy, I'm busy"
No this definitely was not the right time. Her lips formed a wickedly confident smile. With a swish of her hair she was gone. Not that Draco noticed. Pansy appeared in the basement of the Malfoy manor with a laugh that sounded like chalk scratching over chalkboard. She was bent over the desk laughing. Her eyes lit on the crystal ball. Her mother had given it to her upon her death. She smiled. All your fears will be reality darling little MUDBLOOD. You messed with the wrong woman. The image of a worried Draco leaning over the unconsious form of Hermione appeared withing the crystal.
With a whispered curse the room lit on fire. Pansy's eyes glowed red in the darkness of the basement.
It was the smell of burning wood that first awakened Draco to the reality of the flames. The flames were like little hands grabbing and tearing at the curtains and funiture. Part of the bed sheets were on fire.
He went to grab Hermione, but the sheets tightened around her body. It held Mione prisoner. His wand. His hand felt for his wand. It wasn't there. The flames were burning faster now and he was on the verge of desperation, but his blade was there and he used that and careful as not to cut Hermione he cut the sheets apart and grabbed Hermione. As if reading his moves the door burst into flames pushing Draco back a step.
These weren't natural flames. It was magic. He could feel it. The magic was powerful. It wasn't just wizadry there was something ancient and deadlier mixed in. No he didn't dare run at the burning door hold Hermione in his arms, but he wasn't going to put her down for even a second. These flames seem to be aimed for her. The sheets had held her prisoner and the flames had started on th sheets. He knew that these flames weren't aiming for him. It was what he held in his arms.
Even if he did manage to get the door open the flames would just become bigger due to the increase in oxygen. Normal or not the laws of science still applied. The room was starting to get unbearably hot. If he didn't act soon they would be surrounded it wouldn't matter than whether or not the flames were aimed at him or not both he and Hermione would perish.
Taking a deep breath Draco charged at the window and right before he reached it he turned so it was his back that broke through the glass. Fallin seven stories was not going to be fun praying that his wand was somewhere on him or close enough he concentrated on making his broom fly out of the closet and catch their fall.
They were going to reach the ground soon and by then they'd be flat pancakes. He didn't have his wand. His broom wasn't comming. To his utter astonishment. Just as they were about to land on the floor the broom burst through one of the first story windows and caught them, but unknowingly a figure stood in the shadows of the once burning room looking down on the couple now caught by the broom.
Her hands formed fists and her nails digged into her skin to draw blood. So they lived. To be correct. Hermione lives. She had sent the broom to their rescue. What was the point of killing Hermione if Draco died. With a wave of her hand the room she was standing in went back to normal. All the furnishings and sheets were as they were before the fire.
It was time that she payed a visit to Alex in the dungeons.
Hermione took in a deep breath. She cracked open one eye and stared into the chest of Draco Malfoy. To be completely descriptive. The naked chest of Draco Malfoy.