Hello! Third chap for you peeps out there who are quite eager. Skip the next paragraph if you don't want to read my ramblings...
Let me tell you about my crap week at my 'special' school...it isn't special like that but, well, a whole bunch of crapped-up fucking-idiot assholes that don't wash daily attend it, so I come home feeling like killing myself. School just started, and I had to take around a goddamn 7th grader around campus...but one of my classmates got to take around this cwute widdle boy who lwooked like Dwaco Malfwoy!!! Not cute like that you weirdos, I am in eight grade, but cute like baby kind cute. Awww...BUT DOES ANYONE ELSE NOTICE THAT THE NEXT GENERATIONS ARE GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER?! No offense, but...when you're trying to talk to Daniel and you momentarily forget and you look straight ahead, then you have to look down because he's only as tall as your elbow...it gets really weird...
~*~*
Thank god it was Saturday!!! Hermione walked to her room and threw her bags on the bed, hearing the satisfying thump, making as much noise as she could, having come from the library. She pulled her dresser drawer open, and rummaged through her CD's for a good choice. Avril, No Doubt...Family Values, New Found Glory...Mushroom Head...yeah, why not some angry music...oh god Ron was such an ass head...he still hadn't apologized!!!
She put it in the stereo in the Common Room, and turned it up loud. Draco was obviously showering...it took that boy so long to bathe!!
She walked down the white marble path between the two carpets to the door. She pounded her fist on it, while the Mushroom Head started 'Solitaire/Unraveling'.
"Malfoy, goddamnit!! Get the fuck out!!!" She yelled. "I have to piss!!!" She brought a hand up to her mouth. She hadn't meant to yell it!!! To Draco Malfoy of all people!! She was just blurting everything out!!!
The door opened. "Eloquent use of language there, Miss Granger. Forgotten your vocabulary?"
Hermione's jaw dropped.
He...
He...
He was there, naked except for a towel.
A small one. Around his waist...
You could almost see things!!!!
She brought her eyes to his chest, with the well toned abs and...oh, the wonderful six pack! She could have started convulsing right there! She visibly shook herself and pushed past him.
He just tsked, and slammed the door shut.
~*
Hermione sneaked past the Prefect's bathroom, cloaked by the darkness. She tiptoed past the classrooms, not knowing where she was going. The Entrance Hall loomed before her.
It was dark.
She gently pushed the doors open, to avoid the squeak.
She ran through the grass...it was longer than she remembered. She stepped in a puddle, the liquid splashing up onto her right leg, all the way up her thigh.
She tried to stop, to wipe off the stuff, but it didn't 'work'. She wasn't stopping.
'Don't stop for something like that...keep going. I'm calling you Hermione...faster...come faster...'
Suddenly she could hear a song being sung...it was wonderfully blissful. It was lovely...her mind surrounded by the soft echo.
She couldn't make out the words.
'You're so close, Hermione, so close...keep running...'
She sprinted clear past the forest fringes of the trees, when a hand grabbed her from behind.
'Stop, I'm here...'
She felt a body press itself against hers, and a hot mouth on her neck.
She turned her face a little, to feathery black hair, topping a pale, almost deathly face with eyes so dark a bluish green they were almost black, and lips such a lovely color...pale pink.
For a moment, she took her first breath of the person.
It was rank with the unpleasant fear of the unknown...the stench of the oddities of time.
A strong firm hand slid up her skirt, onto her leg, rubbing the strange substance of the puddle.
His mouth was wet and lovely on her neck; working it's magical web of seduction.
He removed his hand from her thigh, now sort of slimy. He held it up to her mouth, obviously expecting her to lick it.
'Taste it...'
It was like the words were running written through her mind. At first she hesitated. She felt cold, dropping out of the world of fantastic warmth.
He wanted her to lick something from a puddle?
'Go on...'
He cupped her breast in his other hand, and feeling a strange emotion, obligation, maybe, she licked his hand.
The acrid, bitter taste of blood met her lips. What? She had run through a puddle of blood? Was that even possib-
'Try it again...be enlightened.'
She did.
This time, the taste was wonderfully ambrosial. Tasty. Delicious.
Delectable.
She cleaned his hand off, when she felt his tongue slide sensually across her cheek. She moaned.
He turned her in his arms, and Hermione had barely a chance to look at the person she was kissing. Though, he was very handsome.
He slipped a tongue into her mouth, and she could tell he was tasting her. Once again the hand traveled up her skirt, only this time it went past the soft silk of her panties.
His tongue toyed with hers, licking it, then suddenly darting off to explore her mouth.
He tasted the same as the blood she had licked off his hand...exquisite.
The hand on her breast moved to her stomach and toyed with the buttons of her shirt.
His other hand was slipping teasingly into her panties, two of the his fingers rubbing her. She moaned in delight, but was ready to scream with pleasure when he slipped them into her, and began to move them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.
Oh god, this was ecstasy.
Suddenly she was drowning. In the dark...no feelings...no smell, sights...drowning in the dark...
She had tried to pull herself away...
But the lights flickered back on. Lights?
Only the moon. And the quiet illumination of stars.
But she noticed now, that instead of the 'beautiful' stranger, it was Draco Malfoy.
He was kissing her? Touching her? Tasting her?
But things flickered again.
It was the stranger again...but the feeling was different.
He started rubbing her neck with his face.
'Why?' She asked herself, was he doing that? Weren't they about to do something else? Something...better? More euphoric? She let out a breath of impatience.
'Hermione, do you want to do something for me? For Us?'
Written words.
It flickered into Draco Malfoy again, nearly causing her to scream.
But she could feel his--whoever's, hand on her breast, and she said loudly, "Yes! Oh god, yes!", noting all the sensations that he was giving her.
Suddenly, she felt something sharp in her neck, piercing her skin in two places.
She screamed in distress and pain.
'Don't move! The pain will disappear soon.'
She stopped writhing, and the pain lessened, enough for her to feel blood dripping down her throat, onto her collar bone.
But suddenly, she noted with fear that the person was flipping back and forth, like some type of horrific movie.
Brown hair, blonde hair. Back and back yet again, black, then blonde.
It ended on the black haired man, and she suddenly blacked out as he looked into her eyes.
However, she suddenly could feel the pain of needles scratching her skin and knives piercing her body.
Then, even worse then before, the pain rushed to her head like water rushing down a cliff, and she was dimly aware she was lying down.
With a sudden rush of the crazed, she sat up and screamed, her eyes snapping open with fright and agony, her mouth wide with rosy lips pulled over her teeth.
Her vision spurred back, and she saw that she was sitting in her bed, her back and face covered in sweat.
She threw the covers off and ran out of the room the the bathroom. She stood in front of the large mirror, and looked at her reflection.
Her neck was bleeding. She quickly wiped the blood off of her skin, expecting pain to bloom in her neck when she encountered the cuts.
But she didn't feel anything.
She didn't see anything either.
There weren't any punctures? Only blood?
"What the hell?" She murmured to herself.
She heard a slow, sticky squelch as she shifted her left foot.
She paused, stopped rubbing her neck, and looked down, the horror building in her heart...the blood on her neck...
It couldn't be true.
It couldn't have happened...
But her eyes rested on her leg, with the blood covering it like some type of horrific shoe.
She shuddered, and gasped. No. It didn't really happen.
Her eyes closed of their own accord, and she heard the singing.
Not the old church hymn...although the voices were the same, indeed, the words seemed to be horrid and frightening themselves...as far as she could tell, nothing about the Antichrist, or Satan, or anything.
Her legs became rubber, her knees became weak, and she slipped to the floor in a dark state of unconsciousness, only seeing the blackness, but feeling the rise of the sun, until that too stopped.
She had fainted.
~*~*
Oh a minor cliffy!!! By the way, can anyone else tell I'm much better writing darkness? Yessiree Bob...I am. I don't really have time to type up thank yous, so I'll do it next chap, okay? I hope you liked it...yay, I've done seven chaps!!! I think however, before I make a new one, I'm going to fix all the old ones...so the next time this is updated, I probably just fixed all the mistakes in the old chapters and added a prologue, okay? Good, thanks! I hope you people review too, because I need to know what you guys want to have in this fic. Oh, and thanks to you, bestest friend who knows who they are, or for if you don't, Tye, for that heat scene...I soooo can't write that crap.
S
Let me tell you about my crap week at my 'special' school...it isn't special like that but, well, a whole bunch of crapped-up fucking-idiot assholes that don't wash daily attend it, so I come home feeling like killing myself. School just started, and I had to take around a goddamn 7th grader around campus...but one of my classmates got to take around this cwute widdle boy who lwooked like Dwaco Malfwoy!!! Not cute like that you weirdos, I am in eight grade, but cute like baby kind cute. Awww...BUT DOES ANYONE ELSE NOTICE THAT THE NEXT GENERATIONS ARE GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER?! No offense, but...when you're trying to talk to Daniel and you momentarily forget and you look straight ahead, then you have to look down because he's only as tall as your elbow...it gets really weird...
~*~*
Thank god it was Saturday!!! Hermione walked to her room and threw her bags on the bed, hearing the satisfying thump, making as much noise as she could, having come from the library. She pulled her dresser drawer open, and rummaged through her CD's for a good choice. Avril, No Doubt...Family Values, New Found Glory...Mushroom Head...yeah, why not some angry music...oh god Ron was such an ass head...he still hadn't apologized!!!
She put it in the stereo in the Common Room, and turned it up loud. Draco was obviously showering...it took that boy so long to bathe!!
She walked down the white marble path between the two carpets to the door. She pounded her fist on it, while the Mushroom Head started 'Solitaire/Unraveling'.
"Malfoy, goddamnit!! Get the fuck out!!!" She yelled. "I have to piss!!!" She brought a hand up to her mouth. She hadn't meant to yell it!!! To Draco Malfoy of all people!! She was just blurting everything out!!!
The door opened. "Eloquent use of language there, Miss Granger. Forgotten your vocabulary?"
Hermione's jaw dropped.
He...
He...
He was there, naked except for a towel.
A small one. Around his waist...
You could almost see things!!!!
She brought her eyes to his chest, with the well toned abs and...oh, the wonderful six pack! She could have started convulsing right there! She visibly shook herself and pushed past him.
He just tsked, and slammed the door shut.
~*
Hermione sneaked past the Prefect's bathroom, cloaked by the darkness. She tiptoed past the classrooms, not knowing where she was going. The Entrance Hall loomed before her.
It was dark.
She gently pushed the doors open, to avoid the squeak.
She ran through the grass...it was longer than she remembered. She stepped in a puddle, the liquid splashing up onto her right leg, all the way up her thigh.
She tried to stop, to wipe off the stuff, but it didn't 'work'. She wasn't stopping.
'Don't stop for something like that...keep going. I'm calling you Hermione...faster...come faster...'
Suddenly she could hear a song being sung...it was wonderfully blissful. It was lovely...her mind surrounded by the soft echo.
She couldn't make out the words.
'You're so close, Hermione, so close...keep running...'
She sprinted clear past the forest fringes of the trees, when a hand grabbed her from behind.
'Stop, I'm here...'
She felt a body press itself against hers, and a hot mouth on her neck.
She turned her face a little, to feathery black hair, topping a pale, almost deathly face with eyes so dark a bluish green they were almost black, and lips such a lovely color...pale pink.
For a moment, she took her first breath of the person.
It was rank with the unpleasant fear of the unknown...the stench of the oddities of time.
A strong firm hand slid up her skirt, onto her leg, rubbing the strange substance of the puddle.
His mouth was wet and lovely on her neck; working it's magical web of seduction.
He removed his hand from her thigh, now sort of slimy. He held it up to her mouth, obviously expecting her to lick it.
'Taste it...'
It was like the words were running written through her mind. At first she hesitated. She felt cold, dropping out of the world of fantastic warmth.
He wanted her to lick something from a puddle?
'Go on...'
He cupped her breast in his other hand, and feeling a strange emotion, obligation, maybe, she licked his hand.
The acrid, bitter taste of blood met her lips. What? She had run through a puddle of blood? Was that even possib-
'Try it again...be enlightened.'
She did.
This time, the taste was wonderfully ambrosial. Tasty. Delicious.
Delectable.
She cleaned his hand off, when she felt his tongue slide sensually across her cheek. She moaned.
He turned her in his arms, and Hermione had barely a chance to look at the person she was kissing. Though, he was very handsome.
He slipped a tongue into her mouth, and she could tell he was tasting her. Once again the hand traveled up her skirt, only this time it went past the soft silk of her panties.
His tongue toyed with hers, licking it, then suddenly darting off to explore her mouth.
He tasted the same as the blood she had licked off his hand...exquisite.
The hand on her breast moved to her stomach and toyed with the buttons of her shirt.
His other hand was slipping teasingly into her panties, two of the his fingers rubbing her. She moaned in delight, but was ready to scream with pleasure when he slipped them into her, and began to move them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.
Oh god, this was ecstasy.
Suddenly she was drowning. In the dark...no feelings...no smell, sights...drowning in the dark...
She had tried to pull herself away...
But the lights flickered back on. Lights?
Only the moon. And the quiet illumination of stars.
But she noticed now, that instead of the 'beautiful' stranger, it was Draco Malfoy.
He was kissing her? Touching her? Tasting her?
But things flickered again.
It was the stranger again...but the feeling was different.
He started rubbing her neck with his face.
'Why?' She asked herself, was he doing that? Weren't they about to do something else? Something...better? More euphoric? She let out a breath of impatience.
'Hermione, do you want to do something for me? For Us?'
Written words.
It flickered into Draco Malfoy again, nearly causing her to scream.
But she could feel his--whoever's, hand on her breast, and she said loudly, "Yes! Oh god, yes!", noting all the sensations that he was giving her.
Suddenly, she felt something sharp in her neck, piercing her skin in two places.
She screamed in distress and pain.
'Don't move! The pain will disappear soon.'
She stopped writhing, and the pain lessened, enough for her to feel blood dripping down her throat, onto her collar bone.
But suddenly, she noted with fear that the person was flipping back and forth, like some type of horrific movie.
Brown hair, blonde hair. Back and back yet again, black, then blonde.
It ended on the black haired man, and she suddenly blacked out as he looked into her eyes.
However, she suddenly could feel the pain of needles scratching her skin and knives piercing her body.
Then, even worse then before, the pain rushed to her head like water rushing down a cliff, and she was dimly aware she was lying down.
With a sudden rush of the crazed, she sat up and screamed, her eyes snapping open with fright and agony, her mouth wide with rosy lips pulled over her teeth.
Her vision spurred back, and she saw that she was sitting in her bed, her back and face covered in sweat.
She threw the covers off and ran out of the room the the bathroom. She stood in front of the large mirror, and looked at her reflection.
Her neck was bleeding. She quickly wiped the blood off of her skin, expecting pain to bloom in her neck when she encountered the cuts.
But she didn't feel anything.
She didn't see anything either.
There weren't any punctures? Only blood?
"What the hell?" She murmured to herself.
She heard a slow, sticky squelch as she shifted her left foot.
She paused, stopped rubbing her neck, and looked down, the horror building in her heart...the blood on her neck...
It couldn't be true.
It couldn't have happened...
But her eyes rested on her leg, with the blood covering it like some type of horrific shoe.
She shuddered, and gasped. No. It didn't really happen.
Her eyes closed of their own accord, and she heard the singing.
Not the old church hymn...although the voices were the same, indeed, the words seemed to be horrid and frightening themselves...as far as she could tell, nothing about the Antichrist, or Satan, or anything.
Her legs became rubber, her knees became weak, and she slipped to the floor in a dark state of unconsciousness, only seeing the blackness, but feeling the rise of the sun, until that too stopped.
She had fainted.
~*~*
Oh a minor cliffy!!! By the way, can anyone else tell I'm much better writing darkness? Yessiree Bob...I am. I don't really have time to type up thank yous, so I'll do it next chap, okay? I hope you liked it...yay, I've done seven chaps!!! I think however, before I make a new one, I'm going to fix all the old ones...so the next time this is updated, I probably just fixed all the mistakes in the old chapters and added a prologue, okay? Good, thanks! I hope you people review too, because I need to know what you guys want to have in this fic. Oh, and thanks to you, bestest friend who knows who they are, or for if you don't, Tye, for that heat scene...I soooo can't write that crap.
S
