Chapter 3 Unfaithfulness against will
Malfoy became more nervous. "She'll come. Of course she will. Because of Potter." - this thought drove him mad. " Because of Potter. Because of this fucking Boy-Who-Lived.." And another thought disturbed him: No one would have done something like this because of him. He heard a knock at the door. Finally. He looked at his watch: Eleven sharp. - Come in! - ordered he. - How very punctual! Hermione said nothing. - I've been waiting for you! - he reached her a beautiful red rose. - Remember? I've promised to be gentle. Hermione frowned: - I'm here and it's not because of you. You are a nasty blackmailer. I hate you! - Oh! My dear mudblood! I'd just like to remind you that I am dictating rules tonight. So please be polite, or I can change my mind! I mean it! - said he threatening. - You.. You. - Granger, I warn you for the last time! - Then let's do it quickly! - She thought she wouldn't be able to bear it for long. - Sorry darling, but I've planned a very long romantic evening tête-à-tête. So you won't disappoint me, will you? Hermione was silent. She was about to burst into tears. But she'd better die than to show him that she was afraid of intimacy with him. Because. she wanted him! No, she mustn't think like this, she shut out this obscene thought. - OK. Lets start. First of all I'd like you to get undressed! - Malfoy ordered. Hermione started undoing her clothes slack and abstracted - No, no, not like this! - stopped her Malfoy. - OK, I'd better do it myself. He stepped up to her, she shrank back. He caught her, took her in his arms (she flinched) and carried her to his bed. She noticed that the bed was covered with rose-leaves, and was greatly impressed. Malfoy glared at her. - What? What are you staring at? Anything wrong? - she couldn't stand his look any longer. "You are so beautiful! I always wanted to have you here in my bed! I won't hurt you!" - he wanted to say, but his family pride prevailed as he told: - I'm just thinking where to start from. And then he bent forward and kissed her lips so passionately and at the same time tender, that she couldn't help answering him. Draco looked very pleased, of his nasty sort: - So you like it! - Not in the least! - OK, but I promise you, that'll change, just relax! - added he menacingly. And he started caressing her. Actually Hermione liked it. With Harry, it was every time just the same - very quickly, like the rabbits do (she couldn't help thinking of this unpleasant comparison), always afraid of somebody to catch them at unawares. And of course it never lasted as long as here with Malfoy. Besides Draco knew what he was doing, she didn't expect him to be so experienced in this sort of things. She really enjoyed it. - You are so. so. sexy.. I am pleasantly surprised. - murmured Malfoy gazing at the excited Hermione. - Now call me by my first name! Say it! - ordered he. - You first! - moaned she. - OK. You are so sexy, Hermione! - he said her name with relief and satisfaction, just as if he had been always dreaming of uttering it. - Her- mi- o-ne. He thought it sounded like a queens name, so noble, and he enjoyed pronouncing it. - Now your turn! - ordered he. But first. - and he kissed her passionately. - Dra-co. Draco Malfoy. - whispered she. - Again! - begged he. - I like you saying it! - Draco Malfoy. - uttered she and froze paralyzed by a terrifying thought. She, the best friend of Harry Potter, was making love with his sworn enemy, whose father, and maybe he himself was the closest companion of the Dark Lord, who made their life a real hell for 7 years. And she is enjoying it! How could she! How could she fall so low! She suddenly felt very mean. Malfoy couldn't help noticing the striking change. He stopped and asked worried: - What's wrong with you? She was still breathing hard: - I. I .. I just can't do it! I'm sorry! I really can't! - she sat on the bed abruptly (Malfoy simply rolled away), and started collecting her things. Draco couldn't believe his eyes. It was the first time he failed to satisfy a girl. - What do you mean you can't? You can't just leave! You can't leave me like this! - shouted he angrily. - I just can't! - shouted she. - Don't ask for explanation! - It's because of Potter! Everything's wrong because of him! - yelled Malfoy. - No, it's not because of Potter! It's because of you! You nearly raped me! - Oh, really! - mocked he. - I suppose it was you who moaned 'Draco' and was eager to fuck me, wasn't you? - Malfoy was actually outraged. - You know quite well why I was doing it! - the girl tried to defend herself. - I know it for sure! - he started getting dressed as well. - That's why I'm going to Fudge right now! I'll tell him the whole story about you and Potter! - Don't forget to mention this small event! - hissed Hermione, now ready to kill Malfoy if he'd really go to the headmaster. - If you tell everything about me and Harry, I'll tell everything about you! How you blackmailed me! I've got nothing to lose! And you know pretty well that Fudge hates you! Just imagine your father's face when you pop up at home in the middle of the school year! 'Daddy, I'm expelled!' - You bitch! You fucking whore! You did it purposely! No one dares refuse me! - Malfoy was spitting with rage. - Why not! - Hermione was outraged as well. -What's so special about you?! You git! You monster! - Fuck you! I'll show you! - he took his wand, but Hermione was already opening the door, and the curse hit the door-post. - You'll regret it! I give you my word! - yelled Malfoy. Safe in her room, Hermione dropped onto her bed and burst into tears. Through two doors she could hear Draco raving. She cried bitterly, till last strength left her. On the one side, she was afraid that Malfoy would go to Fudge; on the other side she would never be able to confess her wrongdoing. But the worst thing of all this was that she would never be able to admit even to herself that she liked being with Malfoy, that she desired him, and that she loved him so badly that it made her suffer.
Malfoy became more nervous. "She'll come. Of course she will. Because of Potter." - this thought drove him mad. " Because of Potter. Because of this fucking Boy-Who-Lived.." And another thought disturbed him: No one would have done something like this because of him. He heard a knock at the door. Finally. He looked at his watch: Eleven sharp. - Come in! - ordered he. - How very punctual! Hermione said nothing. - I've been waiting for you! - he reached her a beautiful red rose. - Remember? I've promised to be gentle. Hermione frowned: - I'm here and it's not because of you. You are a nasty blackmailer. I hate you! - Oh! My dear mudblood! I'd just like to remind you that I am dictating rules tonight. So please be polite, or I can change my mind! I mean it! - said he threatening. - You.. You. - Granger, I warn you for the last time! - Then let's do it quickly! - She thought she wouldn't be able to bear it for long. - Sorry darling, but I've planned a very long romantic evening tête-à-tête. So you won't disappoint me, will you? Hermione was silent. She was about to burst into tears. But she'd better die than to show him that she was afraid of intimacy with him. Because. she wanted him! No, she mustn't think like this, she shut out this obscene thought. - OK. Lets start. First of all I'd like you to get undressed! - Malfoy ordered. Hermione started undoing her clothes slack and abstracted - No, no, not like this! - stopped her Malfoy. - OK, I'd better do it myself. He stepped up to her, she shrank back. He caught her, took her in his arms (she flinched) and carried her to his bed. She noticed that the bed was covered with rose-leaves, and was greatly impressed. Malfoy glared at her. - What? What are you staring at? Anything wrong? - she couldn't stand his look any longer. "You are so beautiful! I always wanted to have you here in my bed! I won't hurt you!" - he wanted to say, but his family pride prevailed as he told: - I'm just thinking where to start from. And then he bent forward and kissed her lips so passionately and at the same time tender, that she couldn't help answering him. Draco looked very pleased, of his nasty sort: - So you like it! - Not in the least! - OK, but I promise you, that'll change, just relax! - added he menacingly. And he started caressing her. Actually Hermione liked it. With Harry, it was every time just the same - very quickly, like the rabbits do (she couldn't help thinking of this unpleasant comparison), always afraid of somebody to catch them at unawares. And of course it never lasted as long as here with Malfoy. Besides Draco knew what he was doing, she didn't expect him to be so experienced in this sort of things. She really enjoyed it. - You are so. so. sexy.. I am pleasantly surprised. - murmured Malfoy gazing at the excited Hermione. - Now call me by my first name! Say it! - ordered he. - You first! - moaned she. - OK. You are so sexy, Hermione! - he said her name with relief and satisfaction, just as if he had been always dreaming of uttering it. - Her- mi- o-ne. He thought it sounded like a queens name, so noble, and he enjoyed pronouncing it. - Now your turn! - ordered he. But first. - and he kissed her passionately. - Dra-co. Draco Malfoy. - whispered she. - Again! - begged he. - I like you saying it! - Draco Malfoy. - uttered she and froze paralyzed by a terrifying thought. She, the best friend of Harry Potter, was making love with his sworn enemy, whose father, and maybe he himself was the closest companion of the Dark Lord, who made their life a real hell for 7 years. And she is enjoying it! How could she! How could she fall so low! She suddenly felt very mean. Malfoy couldn't help noticing the striking change. He stopped and asked worried: - What's wrong with you? She was still breathing hard: - I. I .. I just can't do it! I'm sorry! I really can't! - she sat on the bed abruptly (Malfoy simply rolled away), and started collecting her things. Draco couldn't believe his eyes. It was the first time he failed to satisfy a girl. - What do you mean you can't? You can't just leave! You can't leave me like this! - shouted he angrily. - I just can't! - shouted she. - Don't ask for explanation! - It's because of Potter! Everything's wrong because of him! - yelled Malfoy. - No, it's not because of Potter! It's because of you! You nearly raped me! - Oh, really! - mocked he. - I suppose it was you who moaned 'Draco' and was eager to fuck me, wasn't you? - Malfoy was actually outraged. - You know quite well why I was doing it! - the girl tried to defend herself. - I know it for sure! - he started getting dressed as well. - That's why I'm going to Fudge right now! I'll tell him the whole story about you and Potter! - Don't forget to mention this small event! - hissed Hermione, now ready to kill Malfoy if he'd really go to the headmaster. - If you tell everything about me and Harry, I'll tell everything about you! How you blackmailed me! I've got nothing to lose! And you know pretty well that Fudge hates you! Just imagine your father's face when you pop up at home in the middle of the school year! 'Daddy, I'm expelled!' - You bitch! You fucking whore! You did it purposely! No one dares refuse me! - Malfoy was spitting with rage. - Why not! - Hermione was outraged as well. -What's so special about you?! You git! You monster! - Fuck you! I'll show you! - he took his wand, but Hermione was already opening the door, and the curse hit the door-post. - You'll regret it! I give you my word! - yelled Malfoy. Safe in her room, Hermione dropped onto her bed and burst into tears. Through two doors she could hear Draco raving. She cried bitterly, till last strength left her. On the one side, she was afraid that Malfoy would go to Fudge; on the other side she would never be able to confess her wrongdoing. But the worst thing of all this was that she would never be able to admit even to herself that she liked being with Malfoy, that she desired him, and that she loved him so badly that it made her suffer.
