A/N: Most chapters are a bit confusing, but Draco WAS insane in that
chapter, so don't let it bother you.
She was in the farthest corner of the library, The Restricted Section. It was true she was not allowed here, but there was no librarian anymore. She'd been killed in the previous year. There had been no bother to replace her. It was no secret that much of the wizarding world was once again coming under the control of the Dark Lord.
She'd managed to devote more and more of her free time to reading the books in said section, which were mostly about the dark arts. I dare say she would've been quite an expert at them now, had she ever had the desire to practice. She had the power, the mind, and the nimble reflexes. However, she chose not to use them. But, he was about to change all that.
So this is where she sat now, deep in a book of advanced curses, sniffling slightly. They weren't tears of sadness, more like tears of rage and anger. She was almost shaking. He smirked.
"Interesting reading material you've got there, Granger," he said, slinking up behind her. She didn't flinch. In fact, she barely noticed his presence. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and shook her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He hissed. To his surprise, she took his hand and lifted it off her shoulder. For a moment, he thought she was going to intertwine their fingers, but she did not. Instead, she dug her fingernails roughly into his skin, without so much as having turned. He was forced to bite his tongue to keep from yelping with pain.
"You little bitch," he spat, holding his wounded hand. He put his hand on her jaw. It was almost a gentle gesture at first, but then he maliciously slashed her face with his own razor-sharp nails. To his shock and dismay, she only turned to him slowly. His breath left him as he saw her eyes. He'd only seen eyes like that once before. Such empty, hollow, lifeless eyes. There was no fire in them anymore. They were so cold and evil that he had to shiver. This made him grin. They were his father's eyes.
She was still bleeding from the jaw, but he neither noticed, nor cared. He pulled her up and dragged her by the wrist to the Slytherin dormitory.
"Serpent Queen." He almost hissed the password with delight at his new plaything. He pulled past all of his house-mates, whose looks and mutterings of shock were soon smothered by his icy stare. He pushed her onto his bed, hard, yet she hardly seemed to notice.
"Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon. Well, Sir Dragon, I think you finally found somebody to cut you down to size." Her voice was hoarse as she spoke.
"Shh, who told you to speak?" he put a finger to her lips and kissed her violently. It was only when she began to respond that he cruelly bit her lip. She now bled from the mouth as well as from the jaw, but still took no notice. She was only too happy to return the favor, leaving Draco with the taste of his own metallic blood in his mouth as well. She cut their animalistic kisses off, gathering her nerve.
"What is it that you want from me, exactly? Anything besides this?" she grabbed his crotch. He grinned and shrugged.
"Make me hard, make me happy." Came his reply.
"No thanks Malfoy. If I must be lonely, I think I'd rather be alone. Save yourself." She got up to leave, but Draco grabbed her arm. He snarled.
"You can't walk out on me, Hermione. I'm a Malfoy. Nobody does that to a Malfoy. Besides, you wouldn't get ten feet in my common room."
"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow. "I guess I'll be the first to walk away from the Great Draco Malfoy. I can do more to you than you've ever dreamed, now let go of me." She said dangerously. He broke into a lazy smile and gestured for her to leave. She was boring him now. He would have his time with her, when it was right. True, she was extremely powerful, he knew that. But she had never dealt with him. She did not know the power of his family. She didn't anticipate his power. He would be a little invasion into her boring, everyday life. He would be more than a fungus. Pretty soon, she would figure out what his intentions were about. Maybe there was something other on his agenda besides sex. But she doubted it.
He watched her the next morning, quiet as ever. She's beautiful as usual, with bruises on her ego. He schemed about her for a moment. There was no better word for it. He never simply thought; he schemed. Pretty girl in suffering while he confesses everything, his mind taunted her. There was Potter, but he would be out of the way soon. Soon, Granger would belong to the Dark Lord.
She was in the farthest corner of the library, The Restricted Section. It was true she was not allowed here, but there was no librarian anymore. She'd been killed in the previous year. There had been no bother to replace her. It was no secret that much of the wizarding world was once again coming under the control of the Dark Lord.
She'd managed to devote more and more of her free time to reading the books in said section, which were mostly about the dark arts. I dare say she would've been quite an expert at them now, had she ever had the desire to practice. She had the power, the mind, and the nimble reflexes. However, she chose not to use them. But, he was about to change all that.
So this is where she sat now, deep in a book of advanced curses, sniffling slightly. They weren't tears of sadness, more like tears of rage and anger. She was almost shaking. He smirked.
"Interesting reading material you've got there, Granger," he said, slinking up behind her. She didn't flinch. In fact, she barely noticed his presence. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and shook her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He hissed. To his surprise, she took his hand and lifted it off her shoulder. For a moment, he thought she was going to intertwine their fingers, but she did not. Instead, she dug her fingernails roughly into his skin, without so much as having turned. He was forced to bite his tongue to keep from yelping with pain.
"You little bitch," he spat, holding his wounded hand. He put his hand on her jaw. It was almost a gentle gesture at first, but then he maliciously slashed her face with his own razor-sharp nails. To his shock and dismay, she only turned to him slowly. His breath left him as he saw her eyes. He'd only seen eyes like that once before. Such empty, hollow, lifeless eyes. There was no fire in them anymore. They were so cold and evil that he had to shiver. This made him grin. They were his father's eyes.
She was still bleeding from the jaw, but he neither noticed, nor cared. He pulled her up and dragged her by the wrist to the Slytherin dormitory.
"Serpent Queen." He almost hissed the password with delight at his new plaything. He pulled past all of his house-mates, whose looks and mutterings of shock were soon smothered by his icy stare. He pushed her onto his bed, hard, yet she hardly seemed to notice.
"Your ego's swollen to the size of the moon. Well, Sir Dragon, I think you finally found somebody to cut you down to size." Her voice was hoarse as she spoke.
"Shh, who told you to speak?" he put a finger to her lips and kissed her violently. It was only when she began to respond that he cruelly bit her lip. She now bled from the mouth as well as from the jaw, but still took no notice. She was only too happy to return the favor, leaving Draco with the taste of his own metallic blood in his mouth as well. She cut their animalistic kisses off, gathering her nerve.
"What is it that you want from me, exactly? Anything besides this?" she grabbed his crotch. He grinned and shrugged.
"Make me hard, make me happy." Came his reply.
"No thanks Malfoy. If I must be lonely, I think I'd rather be alone. Save yourself." She got up to leave, but Draco grabbed her arm. He snarled.
"You can't walk out on me, Hermione. I'm a Malfoy. Nobody does that to a Malfoy. Besides, you wouldn't get ten feet in my common room."
"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow. "I guess I'll be the first to walk away from the Great Draco Malfoy. I can do more to you than you've ever dreamed, now let go of me." She said dangerously. He broke into a lazy smile and gestured for her to leave. She was boring him now. He would have his time with her, when it was right. True, she was extremely powerful, he knew that. But she had never dealt with him. She did not know the power of his family. She didn't anticipate his power. He would be a little invasion into her boring, everyday life. He would be more than a fungus. Pretty soon, she would figure out what his intentions were about. Maybe there was something other on his agenda besides sex. But she doubted it.
He watched her the next morning, quiet as ever. She's beautiful as usual, with bruises on her ego. He schemed about her for a moment. There was no better word for it. He never simply thought; he schemed. Pretty girl in suffering while he confesses everything, his mind taunted her. There was Potter, but he would be out of the way soon. Soon, Granger would belong to the Dark Lord.