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Chapter 3 Come into My Darkness
When Hermione got back to the Common Room, having finished homework, Harry and Ron were still at Quidditch practice. She walked over to Crookshanks, who was sitting on the rug before the fire. Stroking her ginger fur from the top of the head all the way to the bottlebrush tail, she thought. And as much as she thought, there was just no reason for him to have done that. Was it a joke? Or did he really like her? Maybe it was just a thing because he's single and wants a girlfriend, she thought. But then, why would he pick me-I'm a mudblood to him? Nothing made sense to her.
And he knew this.
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Draco thought what he had done in the Library was brilliant. That time, her fight was strong but ended quickly. Soon she had grasped onto him. And the next time he got her, she probably wouldn't even resist. She needed him, though she didn't know it. She knew nothing.
The only thing she thought was why he was doing it. But he had no reason. He was simply an evil creature who found amusement in the suffering of others. Indeed, he loved being the one who caused the pain, the sorrow, the grief. And this time, she wouldn't be able to stand it. He would leave her to wallow in her woe and sadness, her despair and anguish. And inwardly, he smiled. Smiled at his evilness, his sinfulness, his wickedness. He was the cruelest creature on the planet, and she had to be one of the dumbest.
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When Harry and Ron had got back, their robes were wet from the melted snow.
"Hey Hermione!" Harry yelled to her.
"How was practice?" she asked them. She had to get her mind off him.
"Oh, it wasn't that bad," Ron said. "I'm getting better now, blocked most of the quaffles."
"That's great!" she said. Why wouldn't she stop thinking about it?
"Yeah, the snow was pretty light, so that made it good," Harry said.
"Well, you should probably change into different robes," Hermione said. "Those ones are soaked and you're dragging water all of the place."
"Yeah, you're right," Ron said. Him and Harry left to go switch robes, leaving Hermione with even more time to think. When they got back, it was nearly time for dinner. So, they dropped their books and things in their rooms and left for dinner.
When they reached the Great Hall, most of the people had come back from their Christmas break. This night, the food was back to normal, and there were no wizard crackers. Her, Harry, and Ron were sitting with Seamus Finnagan and the rest of the people from their year. They were talking about being back to school and how classes would start again on Monday.
And just out of curiosity, Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table. And he was still staring at her. He had been since she walked through the doors. The icy gray stare was piercing her mind again. He was observing her every move and she had no idea why.
Thirty minutes later, Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked out of the great hall, disappointed that Christmas break was over and homework would once again start. As they were walking along the second floor corridor, Hermione saw something.
It was like two little fireflies being suspended in midair. She looked closer and it was a person, with white-blonde hair and silver eyes glittering like an animal's. Malfoy was looking at her through the shadows. Harry and Ron were talking next to her and they saw him as well.
"Malfoy?" Ron asked him. Draco stepped out of the dark, into the torchlight. He stepped closer.
"Yes, me," he answered. Ron and Harry were totally puzzled.
"And why were you stalking us?" Harry asked him angrily, yet still confused. Yes, Draco knew she wouldn't tell them.
"No, I'm not stalking you," he said, nodding in the direction of the boys. Now he had entirely lost them now. Harry and Ron looked over at Hermione, and then back at Malfoy.
"What do you want?" Ron asked, fists clenched. Draco walked over to Hermione and bent down to her ear, she trembled slightly. And he whispered into her ear.
"You know what I want." She gasped and he pulled himself back up to full height. "See you around," he said as he looked Hermione over, then left. His robes moved like liquid around him, and then Hermione realized that her friends were looking at her, waiting for an explanation.
"Well?" Ron asked, getting a bit impatient. "What did he say?"
"Oh, the usual stuff, you know, 'you're gonna die mudbloods and stuff. He's been doing a lot lately, but I've know clue why," she said, feeling no desire to let them know. They didn't need to know, not their business.
So, with and angry Ron and Harry, they finished their walk to the Gryffindor common room, where they said goodnight and Hermione went to bed thinking.
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She sat, tossing and turning, waiting for dear sleep to come, but it just wouldn't. Hermione got up and left the dormitory, thinking a walk might clear her mind. She stepped out of the portrait hall and decided to walk down to the third floor and back up. As she was walking though, she noticed. There was hope in her, a hope for something, an unfulfilled wish. Wondering what was wrong she continued until she arrived on the fifth floor.
This time he didn't say anything. Leaning on the wall ahead of her, arms crossed, he stepped out of the shadows and walked towards her.
"No, not-" she began, but he paid no attention. Draco grabbed her again by the shoulders and slammed her to the wall, crushing her with his body. He came down and kissed her again, a powerful one. She did fight. She wanted it to stop. Hermione stomped his feet, scratched him, struggled against him, but he continued pinning her down. She was drowning again, choking. The breath was taken out of her. But she stopped fighting. She didn't care anymore. It was all one in the same now; he wouldn't stop. Her hands reached and grabbed onto the collar of his cloak, hanging onto him for the second time. Now his hands were gripping onto her like it was his life, her arms turning white. And then he let his mouth draw back. She was leaning against him, and he let her. He looked her over as her chest rose and fell, pressed against him. She was hard of breathing again. He let go of one arm and stroked her cheek, then ran his hand up and down the side of her face, then her neck and collarbone. He then stepped back, smirking as always. Draco watched her as she slid down the wall to the hard, cold floor. Then he turned and walked away, robes billowing behind him, leaving a drowned angel in his midst.
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Why doesn't she just pull her wand out at him? Why couldn't she do it? It was just bugging her as she sat there, thinking. Finally, Hermione rose from the spot on the ground and headed back to her common room, where slept instantly, deep in thought.
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He had underestimated her, she was stronger then he had thought. But she still crumbled to him, and in the end, he would have her. Draco would win his prize and watch it be destroyed, heartbroken, deceived.
She would come into his darkness.
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Hermione awoke late the next morning, where once again Harry and Ron were waiting for her, dressed for the weather.
"Are you ready, you don't look like it," Harry said.
"Huh?" she asked him.
"Hogsmeade, today's Hogsmeade! We wanted to get some candy up at Honeydukes for one thing and I'm nearly out of ink," Ron told Hermione. She had forgot about Hogsmeade.
"Oh, right, hold on and I'll get ready," she said, and she went back upstairs to get her winter cloak and scarf on. She came back down stairs dressed and ready. They went down to the Entrance Hall where Filch checked their permission slips, casting a wary eye at each student. Soon they were walking on the road towards Hogsmeade, talking of what they intended to do.
"I think I need a new set of scales, mine are getting off on their measurements."
"Let's make sure we get some butterbeer!"
"Yeah, and how 'bout Gladrag's? We could pick Dobby something."
"Oh, let's get some for the other elves too!"
"Sure Hermione, whatever you say. I want to get something at Honeydukes, what should we get there?"
And so their conversation went, until they came to Hogsmeade. First they went to Dervish and Banges, where they bought Hermione's scales. They then went to Gladrags and indeed bought Dobby two pairs of socks, so that he might mix-match them. Afterwards, they went into Honeydukes. Here they bought chocolate, Bertie-Botts, chocolate frogs, and fizzing-whizbees. As they left and headed to Three Broomsticks, they saw him. Draco Malfoy was walking with his cronies down the road towards them. He looked up from them and stared at Hermione, grinning evilly. Beside her, Ron clenched his fists and his ears grew red. Harry took a step forward. Next to Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles.
"What do you want this time, Malfoy? Come to call her a mudblood again?" Ron looked very angry now. Malfoy looked over at Hermione and understood that even after last night, she had not told them. Grinning even more, he walked behind Hermione. He was stroking the side of her arm with his fingers. And slowly stepping to the other side of her, he lowered his head to her ear. As cold as it was already, his touch gave her goosebumps.
"You know what I want," he whispered. Then he stepped back to the other side of her, still stroking her arm, and lowered his head to her other ear and this time placed his cheek beside hers, rubbing it a bit. "And you know you want it to." Ron and Harry were now stunned, mouths agape, bags ready to fall.
"No," Hermione said defiantly.
"Yes," he whispered, now rubbing the side of her waists and standing directly behind her. He bent down back to the other ear and whispered again. "Stay behind." And he stepped around her, grinning, to walk on with his friends.
"The nerve of him! He's hitting on her and calling her a mudblood at the same time!" Ron yelled as they now made their way to The Three Broomsticks.
"What do you think he's playing at?" Harry said once they got inside, then ordered three butterbeers. They chose a table near the windows and sat down.
"Hermione, what does he say to you?" Harry asked.
"I told you, he calls me a mudblood and says he's going to get me and stuff," Hermione would never be able to control them if they knew what he had done.
"I'll tell you what, I'm going to get him!" Ron said, not bothering to keep his voice down.
"Ron, please!" Hermione hissed. "I'm fine really, if he tries it again I will turn him into a ferret, and I won't just bounce him off the walls!"
"Fine, as long as you can handle it," Ron said back. "But if he does it anyway, he'll have me to look forward to!"
"Three butterbeers?" Madam Rosmerta had come to their table with their drinks. They nodded and paid her eight sickles for each glass. Soon, Hermione had them talking about the N.E.W.T.'s coming in June. But Hermione fell silent as they continued talking. She thought about what Draco had said. Did she want it? Did she want to be with him? He had told her to stay back. Should she? No, she shouldn't. She could stop it. She could stop him. About a half hour of talking and drinking pass before they left. However, about halfway down the road back to Hogwarts, she remembered something.
"Oh, no! I left my bag in the Three Broomsticks!" And she had indeed, not noticing it, it was quite nice not to be carrying anything.
"I think we should come with you, in case Malfoy is still hanging around," Harry said, and Ron nodded in agreement.
"No, really, I can get it, it won't take that long."
"Are you sure?" Ron asked her.
"Yeah, I'll meet you back in the common room," she said, they agreed reluctantly, and she went back. She saw it right by where they had been sitting. Inside she went, and bent over to pick it up when someone's foot appeared on the strap. Then a hand came down and picked it off the ground. She stood up and looked at Draco Malfoy, he was grinning again. Then he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards the door.
"Come with me," he said in a low voice. She walked along with him, she had no choice. They walked across the road, towards the Shrieking Shack. He took Hermione behind it and pushed her against the wall of it. This time, though, he grabbed her waists and pinned her that way against the exterior of the Shack. Draco rushed to her face and kissed it. First it was on the cheek and then he moved to her mouth, drawing the air out of it. For the third time, she was drowning. But this time, there was no fight, no fire. This time she welcomed him. She clung to him from the start, groping his cloak. This time she needed him, needed him to live, to breath. And then he stopped, and he looked at her. Hermione's brown eyes looked back at him, wanting more. And so he gave her more. They remained that way a good time of the evening.
The angel has fallen, Draco thought. She has come into my darkness
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Chapter 3 Come into My Darkness
When Hermione got back to the Common Room, having finished homework, Harry and Ron were still at Quidditch practice. She walked over to Crookshanks, who was sitting on the rug before the fire. Stroking her ginger fur from the top of the head all the way to the bottlebrush tail, she thought. And as much as she thought, there was just no reason for him to have done that. Was it a joke? Or did he really like her? Maybe it was just a thing because he's single and wants a girlfriend, she thought. But then, why would he pick me-I'm a mudblood to him? Nothing made sense to her.
And he knew this.
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Draco thought what he had done in the Library was brilliant. That time, her fight was strong but ended quickly. Soon she had grasped onto him. And the next time he got her, she probably wouldn't even resist. She needed him, though she didn't know it. She knew nothing.
The only thing she thought was why he was doing it. But he had no reason. He was simply an evil creature who found amusement in the suffering of others. Indeed, he loved being the one who caused the pain, the sorrow, the grief. And this time, she wouldn't be able to stand it. He would leave her to wallow in her woe and sadness, her despair and anguish. And inwardly, he smiled. Smiled at his evilness, his sinfulness, his wickedness. He was the cruelest creature on the planet, and she had to be one of the dumbest.
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When Harry and Ron had got back, their robes were wet from the melted snow.
"Hey Hermione!" Harry yelled to her.
"How was practice?" she asked them. She had to get her mind off him.
"Oh, it wasn't that bad," Ron said. "I'm getting better now, blocked most of the quaffles."
"That's great!" she said. Why wouldn't she stop thinking about it?
"Yeah, the snow was pretty light, so that made it good," Harry said.
"Well, you should probably change into different robes," Hermione said. "Those ones are soaked and you're dragging water all of the place."
"Yeah, you're right," Ron said. Him and Harry left to go switch robes, leaving Hermione with even more time to think. When they got back, it was nearly time for dinner. So, they dropped their books and things in their rooms and left for dinner.
When they reached the Great Hall, most of the people had come back from their Christmas break. This night, the food was back to normal, and there were no wizard crackers. Her, Harry, and Ron were sitting with Seamus Finnagan and the rest of the people from their year. They were talking about being back to school and how classes would start again on Monday.
And just out of curiosity, Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table. And he was still staring at her. He had been since she walked through the doors. The icy gray stare was piercing her mind again. He was observing her every move and she had no idea why.
Thirty minutes later, Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked out of the great hall, disappointed that Christmas break was over and homework would once again start. As they were walking along the second floor corridor, Hermione saw something.
It was like two little fireflies being suspended in midair. She looked closer and it was a person, with white-blonde hair and silver eyes glittering like an animal's. Malfoy was looking at her through the shadows. Harry and Ron were talking next to her and they saw him as well.
"Malfoy?" Ron asked him. Draco stepped out of the dark, into the torchlight. He stepped closer.
"Yes, me," he answered. Ron and Harry were totally puzzled.
"And why were you stalking us?" Harry asked him angrily, yet still confused. Yes, Draco knew she wouldn't tell them.
"No, I'm not stalking you," he said, nodding in the direction of the boys. Now he had entirely lost them now. Harry and Ron looked over at Hermione, and then back at Malfoy.
"What do you want?" Ron asked, fists clenched. Draco walked over to Hermione and bent down to her ear, she trembled slightly. And he whispered into her ear.
"You know what I want." She gasped and he pulled himself back up to full height. "See you around," he said as he looked Hermione over, then left. His robes moved like liquid around him, and then Hermione realized that her friends were looking at her, waiting for an explanation.
"Well?" Ron asked, getting a bit impatient. "What did he say?"
"Oh, the usual stuff, you know, 'you're gonna die mudbloods and stuff. He's been doing a lot lately, but I've know clue why," she said, feeling no desire to let them know. They didn't need to know, not their business.
So, with and angry Ron and Harry, they finished their walk to the Gryffindor common room, where they said goodnight and Hermione went to bed thinking.
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She sat, tossing and turning, waiting for dear sleep to come, but it just wouldn't. Hermione got up and left the dormitory, thinking a walk might clear her mind. She stepped out of the portrait hall and decided to walk down to the third floor and back up. As she was walking though, she noticed. There was hope in her, a hope for something, an unfulfilled wish. Wondering what was wrong she continued until she arrived on the fifth floor.
This time he didn't say anything. Leaning on the wall ahead of her, arms crossed, he stepped out of the shadows and walked towards her.
"No, not-" she began, but he paid no attention. Draco grabbed her again by the shoulders and slammed her to the wall, crushing her with his body. He came down and kissed her again, a powerful one. She did fight. She wanted it to stop. Hermione stomped his feet, scratched him, struggled against him, but he continued pinning her down. She was drowning again, choking. The breath was taken out of her. But she stopped fighting. She didn't care anymore. It was all one in the same now; he wouldn't stop. Her hands reached and grabbed onto the collar of his cloak, hanging onto him for the second time. Now his hands were gripping onto her like it was his life, her arms turning white. And then he let his mouth draw back. She was leaning against him, and he let her. He looked her over as her chest rose and fell, pressed against him. She was hard of breathing again. He let go of one arm and stroked her cheek, then ran his hand up and down the side of her face, then her neck and collarbone. He then stepped back, smirking as always. Draco watched her as she slid down the wall to the hard, cold floor. Then he turned and walked away, robes billowing behind him, leaving a drowned angel in his midst.
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Why doesn't she just pull her wand out at him? Why couldn't she do it? It was just bugging her as she sat there, thinking. Finally, Hermione rose from the spot on the ground and headed back to her common room, where slept instantly, deep in thought.
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He had underestimated her, she was stronger then he had thought. But she still crumbled to him, and in the end, he would have her. Draco would win his prize and watch it be destroyed, heartbroken, deceived.
She would come into his darkness.
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Hermione awoke late the next morning, where once again Harry and Ron were waiting for her, dressed for the weather.
"Are you ready, you don't look like it," Harry said.
"Huh?" she asked him.
"Hogsmeade, today's Hogsmeade! We wanted to get some candy up at Honeydukes for one thing and I'm nearly out of ink," Ron told Hermione. She had forgot about Hogsmeade.
"Oh, right, hold on and I'll get ready," she said, and she went back upstairs to get her winter cloak and scarf on. She came back down stairs dressed and ready. They went down to the Entrance Hall where Filch checked their permission slips, casting a wary eye at each student. Soon they were walking on the road towards Hogsmeade, talking of what they intended to do.
"I think I need a new set of scales, mine are getting off on their measurements."
"Let's make sure we get some butterbeer!"
"Yeah, and how 'bout Gladrag's? We could pick Dobby something."
"Oh, let's get some for the other elves too!"
"Sure Hermione, whatever you say. I want to get something at Honeydukes, what should we get there?"
And so their conversation went, until they came to Hogsmeade. First they went to Dervish and Banges, where they bought Hermione's scales. They then went to Gladrags and indeed bought Dobby two pairs of socks, so that he might mix-match them. Afterwards, they went into Honeydukes. Here they bought chocolate, Bertie-Botts, chocolate frogs, and fizzing-whizbees. As they left and headed to Three Broomsticks, they saw him. Draco Malfoy was walking with his cronies down the road towards them. He looked up from them and stared at Hermione, grinning evilly. Beside her, Ron clenched his fists and his ears grew red. Harry took a step forward. Next to Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles.
"What do you want this time, Malfoy? Come to call her a mudblood again?" Ron looked very angry now. Malfoy looked over at Hermione and understood that even after last night, she had not told them. Grinning even more, he walked behind Hermione. He was stroking the side of her arm with his fingers. And slowly stepping to the other side of her, he lowered his head to her ear. As cold as it was already, his touch gave her goosebumps.
"You know what I want," he whispered. Then he stepped back to the other side of her, still stroking her arm, and lowered his head to her other ear and this time placed his cheek beside hers, rubbing it a bit. "And you know you want it to." Ron and Harry were now stunned, mouths agape, bags ready to fall.
"No," Hermione said defiantly.
"Yes," he whispered, now rubbing the side of her waists and standing directly behind her. He bent down back to the other ear and whispered again. "Stay behind." And he stepped around her, grinning, to walk on with his friends.
"The nerve of him! He's hitting on her and calling her a mudblood at the same time!" Ron yelled as they now made their way to The Three Broomsticks.
"What do you think he's playing at?" Harry said once they got inside, then ordered three butterbeers. They chose a table near the windows and sat down.
"Hermione, what does he say to you?" Harry asked.
"I told you, he calls me a mudblood and says he's going to get me and stuff," Hermione would never be able to control them if they knew what he had done.
"I'll tell you what, I'm going to get him!" Ron said, not bothering to keep his voice down.
"Ron, please!" Hermione hissed. "I'm fine really, if he tries it again I will turn him into a ferret, and I won't just bounce him off the walls!"
"Fine, as long as you can handle it," Ron said back. "But if he does it anyway, he'll have me to look forward to!"
"Three butterbeers?" Madam Rosmerta had come to their table with their drinks. They nodded and paid her eight sickles for each glass. Soon, Hermione had them talking about the N.E.W.T.'s coming in June. But Hermione fell silent as they continued talking. She thought about what Draco had said. Did she want it? Did she want to be with him? He had told her to stay back. Should she? No, she shouldn't. She could stop it. She could stop him. About a half hour of talking and drinking pass before they left. However, about halfway down the road back to Hogwarts, she remembered something.
"Oh, no! I left my bag in the Three Broomsticks!" And she had indeed, not noticing it, it was quite nice not to be carrying anything.
"I think we should come with you, in case Malfoy is still hanging around," Harry said, and Ron nodded in agreement.
"No, really, I can get it, it won't take that long."
"Are you sure?" Ron asked her.
"Yeah, I'll meet you back in the common room," she said, they agreed reluctantly, and she went back. She saw it right by where they had been sitting. Inside she went, and bent over to pick it up when someone's foot appeared on the strap. Then a hand came down and picked it off the ground. She stood up and looked at Draco Malfoy, he was grinning again. Then he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards the door.
"Come with me," he said in a low voice. She walked along with him, she had no choice. They walked across the road, towards the Shrieking Shack. He took Hermione behind it and pushed her against the wall of it. This time, though, he grabbed her waists and pinned her that way against the exterior of the Shack. Draco rushed to her face and kissed it. First it was on the cheek and then he moved to her mouth, drawing the air out of it. For the third time, she was drowning. But this time, there was no fight, no fire. This time she welcomed him. She clung to him from the start, groping his cloak. This time she needed him, needed him to live, to breath. And then he stopped, and he looked at her. Hermione's brown eyes looked back at him, wanting more. And so he gave her more. They remained that way a good time of the evening.
The angel has fallen, Draco thought. She has come into my darkness
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