AN: Okies...I'm gonna do the next two chapters in Draco's POV (including this one), cause quite frankly, who wants to stay in a dank room with Hermione all day? I'm not sure if I am going to switch it back to Hermione or maybe Harry after these next two. Tell me what you think -_~ Note: There is also a specific reference to one part in the real Harry Potter books (Book 3, pg 293) which is in the part where Draco is reminiscing about Hermione. Thus that part really belongs to J.K Rowling, though I changed it a bit.
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Draco's hands shook as he locked the heavy oak door in which held Hermione captive. What a fool he had been! To even give Hermione the slightest idea of his feelings! He stormed down the hallway and yanked open his door. Rummaging through his desk drawer, he found the real Globe of Hades, he had taken it from the watching room a few hours before.
"Hermione..." he whispered the command, suddenly the crimson mist within the orb swirled away Harry to reveal Hermione. She was crying. Draco cursed; he didn't like seeing her upset. "Please Hermione...don't cry, I beg of you!" he whispered furiously, wishing he could somehow transfer his feelings to her through the globe. Draco stuffed the globe back into his drawer and slammed it shut.
"Dammit, what am I gonna do? Some broad I've been mooning over for the past four years won't gimme the time of day, no she would rather die than kiss me, I bet." Draco muttered, his fists clenched, "then who can blame her? I killed Ron myself, though I'll never let her get wind of that." Draco recalled the moment he began to like Hermione, in well, that way. Draco had been insulting Hagrid because he had been crying over losing that Hippogriff...
Draco's head still throbbed with agony. An evil mark burned deep within his flesh, never to be removed, even if he wished to. Draco bit his lip until it bled, he had enjoyed killing all of those innocents...but a part of him felt like stabbing himself through the heart for what he had done. Draco buried his face into the pillow on his bed and bitter tears of hate and love ran down his face. He could not stop them, nor control them to any extent. There was a knock on his door.
"Draco?" his father called, "what the hell did you do with that globe, I swear I'll break your neck myself if you don't tell me where you have it!"
Draco wiped his tears away, he took a quick look in the mirror, his cheeks were red from crying. He pointed his wand at his face and said, "Appercio Normius." Taking another glance he saw that his tear tracks were gone and his eyes were no longer filled with tears. He looked proper.
"Draco! What're you doing in there boy?! I'm gonna whoop your sorry..." Lucius began, but when Draco pulled open the door he stopped and simply shoved him aside, "where'd you put it Draco...I swear..."
"I have it right here, I was just curious." Draco cut him off, grabbing the globe from his desk drawer and handing it over to his father. Lucius glared darkly at him.
"If I ever catch you looking at this again without a damned good reason you are going to get it! Do you understand?" Lucius demanded, closing in on Draco. Draco nodded mutely. "Just to make sure we're clear..." Lucius's fist pulled back and then flew into Draco's jaw in one fluid movement. Draco winced and stumbled back, he was bleeding from the hit. "Take care of that, and remember..." Lucius sneered, walking out and closing the door behind him.
"Bloody hell! That hurt, that son of a bitch!" Draco whispered, his jaw was broken, no doubt about it. It hurt like hell just to whisper. Draco took up his wand again and pointed to his jaw, "Fracturo repairo." A tickling sensation filled his jaw as it healed, leaving an ugly bruise. Draco growled, he felt like shit. He needed to cheer up..."I think I'll go torture Potter..." he decided, out loud. He pocketed his wand and strode out of his room, towards the dungeons where Harry was being held...
Draco smirked as he strolled into the grubby cell. There sat Potter. He was dirty as hell. Soot covered nearly every inch of him now, his wrists bound with thick iron chains. He was skeletal and weak.
"Well hello there Potter, came for a visit, hope you don't mind," Draco taunted, "nice place ya got here."
Harry's face jerked up to meet his gaze. "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Oh nothing, can't I come visit my dear old schoolmate, Potter?" he sneered.
Harry glared at him, emerald eyes locking onto his steel gray ones. "No. You son of a-"
"Now, you wouldn't want Hermione to suffer for your tongue, now would you?" Draco drawled, his smirk returning.
Harry slumped, "No ho-how is she doing?"
"She's doing just fine, in fact, she's already reading three books I promised her. Little book worm. I gave her something to see you with, proof that you're alive. You know that git actually hurt herself cause our beds are too tall for her?" Draco ridiculed.
Harry snarled, "She's not a git! Never speak that way about Hermione, she's my best friend and I'll never let you harm her!"
Draco smiled slyly, "Ah...Harry. I have tasted her rosy lips, felt her satiny flesh with my hands. Her breasts are rather-"
"HOW DARE YOU MALFOY! I'll kill you!" Harry shouted, jumping up and straining against his bonds. Draco's eyes widened with surprise and he stepped back a pace.
"Heh. Moron, I'll have Hermione whenever I want her, I'll take her innocence if you don't behave yourself, then again, how do you know I haven't already?" Draco whispered fiercely before turning on his heel and walking out, "remember now, behave or else...the rose shall lose it's nectar."
AN: Note the Pg-13 rating comes into effect now, hope you enjoyed it!