Love Me...Kill Me...
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Disclaimer: Don't own HP, settings, characters...etc. I own the plot and my own typed/written words.
A/N: This is Alternate Universe.
Summary: There's nothing like love to fuck you up.
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kiss me, fuck me, break me, thrash me, crash me, turn me, burn me, win me, love me...
kill me.
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"Stay steady!" he hissed frantically at her. "What the hell are you doing, Granger?"
"I am trying to stay steady! Your foot is on mine! And you keep brushing against my chest!" Hermione complained.
"Sorry about the foot -" he turned to her under the cloak and gave her a malicious smile. "And the chest thing was intentional."
As this sentence escaped out of his lips, he received a massive poke at the neck.
"Okay, I think everything's clear here," Hermione announced, eyeing the dim-lighted library that was vacant.
"Do you hear something?" Draco prompted, looking around suspiciously as he pushed the cloak gracefully away from their shoulders, and it lay in a bundle on the floor.
"Now you're being paranoid," Hermione told him, even though her heart leapt. She was sure she had felt something gnaw at her back, and heard something behind them, but was too afraid to look back.
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Harry grumbled as he almost tripped over his own Invisibility Cloak, and kept his balance by managing to falling on Hermione, and avoided getting toppled. He ran a hair through his hair, trying to make it unruffled, but of course, that was impossible. His eyes darted back and forth in the darkness as he walked as quietly as possible behind the couple. They had now entered the Restricted Section, and was using their wands to make the room more luminous.
"You look at that section," Hermione said, motioning over the opposite bookshelf opposed to hers. "I'll look in this one."
Surprisingly, Draco only nodded in agreement, and began skimming the titles from the spine of the books, and Harry watched every movement.
"Are you really sure it's not in Moste Ponte Potions?" Hermione asked, after the first few minutes of searching had become tiring.
Draco gave her a glare. "Yes, I am sure. I thought you read it."
"I did," she said, pursing her lips stiffly in haughtiness. "But perhaps I didn't look over everything," she admitted reluctantly.
Draco smirked at her, and began to say something when his eyes caught on something on the bookshelf. "I think I found it! 'The Book of Unforgivable Potions and Remedies, Illegal Volume 3," he concluded triumphantly. Hermione shoved away the impulse to smack his face. She wanted be the one who found it first. She was the smarter one.
He pulled out the book and set it on the table, pulling it open and peering over the table of contents.
"Oh, give me that!" scoffed Hermione, trying to regain her composure, and snatched the book away from his grasp, reading as quickly as she could. "There it is," she breathed, and then eyed the note at the corner of the front page: No students are allowed this book without authenticity from the Ministry of Magic.
"Damn it," she murmured under her breath.
"Problem, Granger?" Draco gave her a stony look. "Do you want to back out of this? Because if you do, I am sure Professor McGonagall will be more than shocked to know that her top student cheated on her -"
"Shut up!" she hissed, slamming the book down so hard on the table that the thump echoed around the whole library.
"You know that I'll give you the evidence of the cheating and you can burn it, when you complete this favor," he reminded her.
"How can I be sure that this isn't a trick?"
"You have my solemn word on the Malfoy name," Draco told her, his chin high.
Her eyes locked with his; she felt an awful bubbling rising in her stomach and chest. It happened almost every time she looked at him, and all she wanted to do was get out of this mess as soon as possible.
"Fine," Hermione muttered.
He smiled knowingly at her, and leaned over, to take her chin in his hand, forcing it upwards.
"There's a good little girl," he whispered, his breath fanning her face. She flinched as his lips met her forehead, and a tingling prickling went through her skin, still lingering even as he let go. She felt repulsed, stained. She never loathed him so much before, to make her feel this way.
"I'll be back in two hours, Snape's out of the storage room, I think," he confided her.
"What if you get caught?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows furrowed at him inquiringly.
"Worried?" he mocked.
"No," she denied hotly. "Get out of here, I don't want to see your face."
"Are you ordering me?" Draco drawled menacingly, grabbing her arm with a tight grip. "Because if you do that ever again, the deal's off, and you can count on your suspension, or even leave from Hogwarts. Do you understand, little girl?"
She glared at him furiously through her half-lids, then spat the word, "Yes."
Flushed with success, he gave her a small wave before putting his Invisibility Cloak over him once more, and causing fading footsteps as he exited the library.
Emerald green eyes that were not visible observed her expression.
Hermione settled into one of the chairs, closing her eyes, feeling the burning still rising in her forehead, where lips had wandered just moments ago.
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