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Chapter 2 A Dementor's Kiss

Hermione awoke the next morning to find Harry and Ron in the Common Room, though she had hoped they wouldn't be. They saw her come down the stairs and stood up.

"Hey Hermione!" Ron said.

"Umm.we just wanted to ask you," Harry began.

"Yeah, we wanted to know if anything happened when you lost your bag last night," Ron finished for him.

"Huh?" Hermione really didn't feel like telling them anything. "No, I found it a little away from where we were sitting."

"Oh," Ron said. "Ok."

They left the common Room to go down to breakfast. When they sat down, Hermione saw Draco staring at her, smirking. What did he want?

"What is he up to?" Ron asked. "It's like he won't stop staring at her!"

"Yeah," Harry said. "You know, I'll bet you he's gonna try to jinx her or something, because of his father being sent to prison. Just watch out Hermione."

"Yeah, ok," she said feebly. He was still staring at her! "Hey, I have to get some homework done, let's go to the Library."

"All right then," Harry agreed. "I've still to finish the Potions essay Snape gave us." They left the Great Hall and headed to the Library. Hermione couldn't stop thinking of what he had done. Why had he done it- was he out of his mind?

They had reached the library and started looking for books. Harry found his easily enough, an entire book devoted to memory potions, which was what the essay had something to do with. Ron was simply helping or copying Harry. When Hermione had finished her Arithmancy paper, she was then working on Ancient Runes. She got up to leave and look for the book she needed. It was at the far end of the Library that she found it, in one of the torch-less, shadowed bookcases. It was called "The Ancient Architecture of Egypt" and she was reaching for the book when she felt it. Cold. Bitter cold. It made her hair stand on end. A piercing, wintry cold stare. She turned and saw him.

Polished boots, quality black robes, green and silver badge with a green snake hissing on it, high jaw line, silvery blonde hair, drawling smirk, and the eyes. A cold, gray, icy, expressionless gaze, staring at her, no, through her. Draco Malfoy was leaning on the stone wall opposite the bookshelves, watching her intently.

"So," he drawled, "trying to avoid me were you? Doesn't seemed to work does it?"

"Malfoy, I don't know what happened the other night, but it won't happen again," she said firmly.

"You can't just run from evil, you know," he said, entirely ignoring her. "If it wants you, it finds you." And then he came to her again, pushing off from the stone wall and grabbing her arms roughly once again, slamming her against the bookcase. It didn't rock, or move at all, probably charmed. Hermione had thought once what would happen should one be knocked. But at the moment, she was fixated on the one holding her fast. Then he came down towards her ear, brushing past her cheek and he grinned as she shivered beneath him. His cold was seeping into her, penetrating every part of her. She could feel his lips near her ear as he whispered, and she gasped as he spoke.

"And I've found you." Then, he lowered his mouth to hers, once again, to kiss her. She fought even more madly the than last night. But like the night before, she was without strength. And soon, seeing her fight was useless, Hermione ceased. In fact, she held onto him, clinging to his expensive robes. And he let her. She needed him now, like a baby animal needs to nurse, like an addict needs it's drugs. She was drowning beneath him, because of him. This evil, dark creature was possessing her. He was draining the life out of her, like a Dementor stealing the happiness from an innocent. And just when she was about to pull away, for need of breath and goodness, he deepened. He sucked more life from her, holding her like a prized trophy, gripping her arms until they were black and blue with bruises even under her robes. He would not pull away, not yet. He would darken this perfect little angel of goodness and wisdom. When he was finished she would come back to him. She would need him to live, breath, to walk and talk and think. She wouldn't be able to spend a moment without him.

And he pulled away from her watching as she gasped for air. She had a quizzical look on her face, unaware of his plans. Draco raised his eyebrows for a second, as if bragging at what he had done. But even as he did so, the eyes were unchanging, expressionless and cold. He looked over her once more before turning away, walking to the exit of the Library, his cloak swishing behind him. As he passed one of the windows, the sun beamed through, reflecting off of his silver-white hair. Hermione slumped down to the ground as he left, just sitting on the cold, stone floor. She listened to her hard breathing, coming in short gasps. Why was he doing this? It was just unreasonable.

But it was amazing. She had never felt anything like it, even when Viktor Krum had kissed her. She was enthralled by it, enslaved! It was life giving! Slowly, after what was nearly a half hour, Hermione rose. She picked up her book and headed back to where Ron and Harry were chatting, having finished most of their homework and slacking off the rest.

"There you are!" Ron said loudly, Madam Pince glared daggers at him from her desk. "Listen, glad you finally found the book, but we have Quidditch practice in about ten minutes," he said lowering his voice.

"He's right," Harry said. "We gotta go get ready. Hermione, we saw Malfoy come in and go over that way, did he bug you?"

"Yeah, but only to call me mudblood and the like. Yes Ron, I know," she said and Ron began clenching his fists.

"Ok, well we're going to practice," Harry said before Ron started yelling. "Just promise us one thing Hermione."

"What?"

"The next time Malfoy comes around, turn him into a ferret and bounce him off the walls, ok?" Harry said remembering when Barty Crouch Jr. had done that to Malfoy.

Hermione laughed, even Ron eased up. "Ok, I will!"

"Well, see you later! Oh, and the notice said tomorrow is Hogsmeade, wanna go?" Harry asked her.

"Of course!" she said and then farewelled them off as she finished her homework, not concentrating at all on what she was writing.

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