Delightful, just perfect. He was stalking her again. Hermione
saw him lurking in the hallways in-between her classes. She might've
disregarded this if it wasn't for the fact that he only had one class with
her, and the rest were separated by yards and yards of stonewall. She
preferred to keep it this way.
"Hermione," he whispered behind her.
"Will you leave me alone?" she was irritated. Somebody would notice them even though there was a steady stream of students, which made them very inconspicuous except for the flash of his platinum hair. "Look, I'm burnt out. Will this ever end?" she asked him, exasperated. He just gave her a sinister smile.
"Not until you give it up. Ever since Potter cheated on you with that Weasley girl, you've been more and more depressed Granger. You haven't been yourself." His whispers were streams of poison on her ears. He'd struck a nerve with that comment about Harry.
"Har-Harry is a bloody wanker, that is true. That doesn't mean I should suddenly have anything to do with Hogwarts' most infamous Death Eater-in-training. I don't want anything to do with you Malfoy. Just go away." She sucked in a deep breath and walked swiftly down the corridor. Most students were steadily dissipating, leaving her and Malfoy in the hallway by themselves. Unfortunately for her, he had the advantage in this case. They were alone, and he was much bigger than she was. He towered over her, glaring at her, cornering her against a wall. She was trapped; pinned between him and a wall. Between a rock and a hard case, she thought dryly to herself.
"Come on Granger," he whispered, deadly close to her ear. "Don't tell me there weren't some feelings left behind from 5th year. You remember that night. Tisk, tisk, poor girl. All her innocence lost at one time." he smirked wickedly and ran a finger through her hair. "You wanted me then, Hermione. You were so eager. Don't tell me you forgot about that." Hermione went pale. They promised never to mention that night again.
"Are you bringing out the big-guns now Draco? I don't want anything to do with your wicked games. Are you planning to blackmail me? You know it would never work. It's your word, against mine. Truthful, reliable Gryfindor vs. Cunning, Lying Slytherin. Who do you think they would believe? Not to mention the fact that we hate each other." She let her words dangle in the air with a sense of finality.
"Ahh, but my dear. It's the same hate that fuels the passion." His eyes held a dangerous glint. Oh, she's loaded up, he thought. She's coming up from behind. He ran his fingers over her lips.
"You've got the truth and a tongue for a slingshot, Granger. But, don't forget who I am. I always get what I want. Just tell me, look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want me. Tell me I wasn't the best you've ever had; the best you ever will have. Tell me I don't make you shiver," he pronounced the last, lust-filled word with evil. He ran his fingers over the soft skin of her arms. It was a long shot; he knew that. "I can see past the cover of your bedroom-eyes, Hermione." His words were a delightful intrusion. She shuddered, making him smirk and snarl. This was his cue, and he took it with perfect timing. He pinned her, even more forcefully, closer against the wall, grinding himself against her. He heard her groan.
"Come on Granger. Tell me you don't want me." She didn't make a sound. He grinned and swept her up, taking her once again into the Slytherin den.
"Chalk-white and oh so frail," his words were deliciously evil as he moved on top of her. "I shall savor turning you Granger. Your skin is so soft. I can change that. It will be blood and bruise. You're like origami. And you'll burn." He muttered into her. His weight was hard and pressed against her. Her breaths came in short gasps. "I alone am I one you don't know you need," he groaned at her. "Rendezvous, then I'm through with you."
He was a perfect; marble God. She could feel his darkness sinking into him. Needle and tinfoil, I never thought that I'd be done, she thought.
"If I go outside I'll feel much better. Let me hate myself, I'm starting to feel." She whispered. "And bleed," he added, smirking. His sheets were speckled with her blood. He had been rough. It was true, she was bruised and cut. She seemed to enjoy it.
"Potter never satisfied you like that, did he?" he questioned, already knowing the answer. She didn't reply. He smiled sickeningly and leaned back on the pillow. It was a day of great accomplishment.
"Can you feel it Granger? There is a war coming. Make sure you choose the right side." He pressed.
"I'm running out of room, don't make me say It." Her voice was small. "There's nothing left in me. I'm tired. Sleeping pills don't make me," she sighed and fell back. Draco caught her head just before it hit the headboard.
"I've had enough of feeling sick. I hate my life. I want the life you're giving me. Look at me, there is no love left in my eyes. Do with me what you will." Hermione had finally decided. Draco smirked. Finally, I'll have my dark-goddess queen. Finally, I'll have my serpent princess. He yawned and smiled like a Cheshire cat. This was definitely his day.
A/N: r/r. used more lyrics. No, none of them belong to me.
"Hermione," he whispered behind her.
"Will you leave me alone?" she was irritated. Somebody would notice them even though there was a steady stream of students, which made them very inconspicuous except for the flash of his platinum hair. "Look, I'm burnt out. Will this ever end?" she asked him, exasperated. He just gave her a sinister smile.
"Not until you give it up. Ever since Potter cheated on you with that Weasley girl, you've been more and more depressed Granger. You haven't been yourself." His whispers were streams of poison on her ears. He'd struck a nerve with that comment about Harry.
"Har-Harry is a bloody wanker, that is true. That doesn't mean I should suddenly have anything to do with Hogwarts' most infamous Death Eater-in-training. I don't want anything to do with you Malfoy. Just go away." She sucked in a deep breath and walked swiftly down the corridor. Most students were steadily dissipating, leaving her and Malfoy in the hallway by themselves. Unfortunately for her, he had the advantage in this case. They were alone, and he was much bigger than she was. He towered over her, glaring at her, cornering her against a wall. She was trapped; pinned between him and a wall. Between a rock and a hard case, she thought dryly to herself.
"Come on Granger," he whispered, deadly close to her ear. "Don't tell me there weren't some feelings left behind from 5th year. You remember that night. Tisk, tisk, poor girl. All her innocence lost at one time." he smirked wickedly and ran a finger through her hair. "You wanted me then, Hermione. You were so eager. Don't tell me you forgot about that." Hermione went pale. They promised never to mention that night again.
"Are you bringing out the big-guns now Draco? I don't want anything to do with your wicked games. Are you planning to blackmail me? You know it would never work. It's your word, against mine. Truthful, reliable Gryfindor vs. Cunning, Lying Slytherin. Who do you think they would believe? Not to mention the fact that we hate each other." She let her words dangle in the air with a sense of finality.
"Ahh, but my dear. It's the same hate that fuels the passion." His eyes held a dangerous glint. Oh, she's loaded up, he thought. She's coming up from behind. He ran his fingers over her lips.
"You've got the truth and a tongue for a slingshot, Granger. But, don't forget who I am. I always get what I want. Just tell me, look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want me. Tell me I wasn't the best you've ever had; the best you ever will have. Tell me I don't make you shiver," he pronounced the last, lust-filled word with evil. He ran his fingers over the soft skin of her arms. It was a long shot; he knew that. "I can see past the cover of your bedroom-eyes, Hermione." His words were a delightful intrusion. She shuddered, making him smirk and snarl. This was his cue, and he took it with perfect timing. He pinned her, even more forcefully, closer against the wall, grinding himself against her. He heard her groan.
"Come on Granger. Tell me you don't want me." She didn't make a sound. He grinned and swept her up, taking her once again into the Slytherin den.
"Chalk-white and oh so frail," his words were deliciously evil as he moved on top of her. "I shall savor turning you Granger. Your skin is so soft. I can change that. It will be blood and bruise. You're like origami. And you'll burn." He muttered into her. His weight was hard and pressed against her. Her breaths came in short gasps. "I alone am I one you don't know you need," he groaned at her. "Rendezvous, then I'm through with you."
He was a perfect; marble God. She could feel his darkness sinking into him. Needle and tinfoil, I never thought that I'd be done, she thought.
"If I go outside I'll feel much better. Let me hate myself, I'm starting to feel." She whispered. "And bleed," he added, smirking. His sheets were speckled with her blood. He had been rough. It was true, she was bruised and cut. She seemed to enjoy it.
"Potter never satisfied you like that, did he?" he questioned, already knowing the answer. She didn't reply. He smiled sickeningly and leaned back on the pillow. It was a day of great accomplishment.
"Can you feel it Granger? There is a war coming. Make sure you choose the right side." He pressed.
"I'm running out of room, don't make me say It." Her voice was small. "There's nothing left in me. I'm tired. Sleeping pills don't make me," she sighed and fell back. Draco caught her head just before it hit the headboard.
"I've had enough of feeling sick. I hate my life. I want the life you're giving me. Look at me, there is no love left in my eyes. Do with me what you will." Hermione had finally decided. Draco smirked. Finally, I'll have my dark-goddess queen. Finally, I'll have my serpent princess. He yawned and smiled like a Cheshire cat. This was definitely his day.
A/N: r/r. used more lyrics. No, none of them belong to me.