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Chapter 6 Falling
A long while later, Hermione walked up stairs and corridors back to the Griffindor common room, feeling disappointed that she couldn't spend more time Draco. Walking through the portrait hole, she saw two people rise from the chairs by the fire.
"Where did you go?" Ron asked. He looked questioningly at her.
"What do you mean?" Hermione didn't feel like telling them what had been going on with her and Draco.
"You aren't in bed," Harry said.
"You're not either!" she said in her defense.
"But we're in our common room," Ron said, obviously not getting anything out of Hermione.
"I went down to see Winky and Dobby," she lied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get some rest!" With saying that, she walked briskly up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. She wondered if they knew. Had they been following her or something? Why would they care? It was none of their business if she was with Draco. Hermione fell asleep, dreaming of the nights to come.
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Draco's plan was almost complete. She only needed to come to him a few more times and he would be finished with her. He had heard the door close, he knew someone had been watching, most likely Potter and Weasley. Soon, they would become curious at her odd behavior. They would question her, and she would shove them away, coming to him instead. Her grades would drop, and she would no longer care about anything but him.
Draco grinned at himself as he walked back to the Slytherin common room.
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When Hermione awoke the next morning, her tension was even greater. She paid no attention what so ever to the lessons or anything Harry and Ron had said to her that day. But each time she saw Draco, he was smirking, always that same drawl and with the same gray eyes.
Each day after school, she would sneak off to the dungeons, growing more and more accustomed to the place. She and Draco kissed lustfully every night, with no one to interrupt. Hermione thought Draco had probably told all his Slytherin friends not to roam the dungeons at night.
As each day passed, she could not bear school. During potions class, Draco would usually walk past her, slipping a hand on her arm as he did. And the spaced between Care of Magical Creatures classes, were simply amazing. When everyone was concentrating on their hippocampus eggs, Draco would come up behind her and kiss the nape of her neck, occasionally pulling her around to kiss her mouth. This went on for a week or so.
One night, when Hermione slipped out of her dormitory, she was met by someone in the common room. As she crept quietly down the stairs and walked to the portrait hole, someone spoke to her.
"Where are you going?" Hermione turned around to face Ron and Harry walking towards her.
"Why is that any of your business?" she snapped back, to eager to get to Draco.
"You're our best friend, Hermione, we want to make sure you're safe," Harry said.
"I can take care of myself," Hermione said, going to walk out the portrait hole.
"Then why do you turn to Malfoy every night?" Ron said loudly, just as she pushed forward the portrait. She stopped right away and walked back in front of her friends.
"Because I need him," she whispered, putting emphasis on the word 'need'.
"Hermione," Ron said, "why do you need him, when you have us? We're your friends! You surely don't need Malfoy to make you happy!"
"Oh, but I do Ron," Hermione told them. "He's shown me things only a Slytherin could show me, only an evil person could know! And I need it!" and when she saw Harry and Ron begin to say something more, she stomped out of the portrait hole, not turning back to look at them.
Her walk was a bit faster than normal as she made her way to the dungeons. Rushing through the door, she looked over at Draco, in his usual place and stance, arms crossed, leaning against the wall patiently on the other end of the room. She rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she did so, he kissed the base of her neck over her shoulder and she began talking.
"Oh, Draco," she began. "They know, Harry and Ron know what we've been doing. I think they follo-" but he had now pushed her in front of him, against the wall and placed his index finger on her lips.
"Shh," he said. "Then it's all up to you. Do you want to continue this?" he asked her. She nodded her head and he spoke again. "Very well then." He leaned forward and kissed her, grabbing her arms, pinning her once more to the hard wall. That night she treated dearly, as if it were her last with him. She groped at his robes, as if it were her life, she clung to him, never letting go. He was holding her against him tightly, bruising her arms like so many times before, his strong cold hands a tangle in her robes, kissing her wildly the whole time. Hermione dug her nails deeper and deeper into his chest, never loosing grip for fear of losing him. They bashed wildly against the walls, and made the night worthwhile.
Hermione and Draco fell away, forgetting all but each other's darkness.
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Chapter 6 Falling
A long while later, Hermione walked up stairs and corridors back to the Griffindor common room, feeling disappointed that she couldn't spend more time Draco. Walking through the portrait hole, she saw two people rise from the chairs by the fire.
"Where did you go?" Ron asked. He looked questioningly at her.
"What do you mean?" Hermione didn't feel like telling them what had been going on with her and Draco.
"You aren't in bed," Harry said.
"You're not either!" she said in her defense.
"But we're in our common room," Ron said, obviously not getting anything out of Hermione.
"I went down to see Winky and Dobby," she lied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get some rest!" With saying that, she walked briskly up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. She wondered if they knew. Had they been following her or something? Why would they care? It was none of their business if she was with Draco. Hermione fell asleep, dreaming of the nights to come.
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Draco's plan was almost complete. She only needed to come to him a few more times and he would be finished with her. He had heard the door close, he knew someone had been watching, most likely Potter and Weasley. Soon, they would become curious at her odd behavior. They would question her, and she would shove them away, coming to him instead. Her grades would drop, and she would no longer care about anything but him.
Draco grinned at himself as he walked back to the Slytherin common room.
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When Hermione awoke the next morning, her tension was even greater. She paid no attention what so ever to the lessons or anything Harry and Ron had said to her that day. But each time she saw Draco, he was smirking, always that same drawl and with the same gray eyes.
Each day after school, she would sneak off to the dungeons, growing more and more accustomed to the place. She and Draco kissed lustfully every night, with no one to interrupt. Hermione thought Draco had probably told all his Slytherin friends not to roam the dungeons at night.
As each day passed, she could not bear school. During potions class, Draco would usually walk past her, slipping a hand on her arm as he did. And the spaced between Care of Magical Creatures classes, were simply amazing. When everyone was concentrating on their hippocampus eggs, Draco would come up behind her and kiss the nape of her neck, occasionally pulling her around to kiss her mouth. This went on for a week or so.
One night, when Hermione slipped out of her dormitory, she was met by someone in the common room. As she crept quietly down the stairs and walked to the portrait hole, someone spoke to her.
"Where are you going?" Hermione turned around to face Ron and Harry walking towards her.
"Why is that any of your business?" she snapped back, to eager to get to Draco.
"You're our best friend, Hermione, we want to make sure you're safe," Harry said.
"I can take care of myself," Hermione said, going to walk out the portrait hole.
"Then why do you turn to Malfoy every night?" Ron said loudly, just as she pushed forward the portrait. She stopped right away and walked back in front of her friends.
"Because I need him," she whispered, putting emphasis on the word 'need'.
"Hermione," Ron said, "why do you need him, when you have us? We're your friends! You surely don't need Malfoy to make you happy!"
"Oh, but I do Ron," Hermione told them. "He's shown me things only a Slytherin could show me, only an evil person could know! And I need it!" and when she saw Harry and Ron begin to say something more, she stomped out of the portrait hole, not turning back to look at them.
Her walk was a bit faster than normal as she made her way to the dungeons. Rushing through the door, she looked over at Draco, in his usual place and stance, arms crossed, leaning against the wall patiently on the other end of the room. She rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she did so, he kissed the base of her neck over her shoulder and she began talking.
"Oh, Draco," she began. "They know, Harry and Ron know what we've been doing. I think they follo-" but he had now pushed her in front of him, against the wall and placed his index finger on her lips.
"Shh," he said. "Then it's all up to you. Do you want to continue this?" he asked her. She nodded her head and he spoke again. "Very well then." He leaned forward and kissed her, grabbing her arms, pinning her once more to the hard wall. That night she treated dearly, as if it were her last with him. She groped at his robes, as if it were her life, she clung to him, never letting go. He was holding her against him tightly, bruising her arms like so many times before, his strong cold hands a tangle in her robes, kissing her wildly the whole time. Hermione dug her nails deeper and deeper into his chest, never loosing grip for fear of losing him. They bashed wildly against the walls, and made the night worthwhile.
Hermione and Draco fell away, forgetting all but each other's darkness.
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