Driven

Hermione woke up, fluttering her eyelashes almost painfully. Her wrists were aching from bloodshed, her throat was dry and unwashed, her lips were chapped, her blood was pounding in her ears. She observed the darkness around her. The only thing luminous was the cot that she had been gently placed on. Her hair was tangled, and she was severely cut at her neck. She winced; looking at the chains that hooked her to the cot so she was not able to make any sudden movements.

"I see you're awake," said a voice beside her. She turned her head weakly with all the strength that she could muster; blinking. It was Draco, who was clothed in fully black robes, his hair wet and slathered over his forehead, his gray eyes glittering with something unreadable. He leaned over, grazing her cheekbone as tenderly as possible, as if she was glass that was too fragile to touch.

"Yes," she replied softly. "I am awake. Where am I?" Her heart raced as he locked his eyes with his; everything seemed to wash away around them. She smiled timidly; he was the only person she could ever want.

"You're with me," he snapped. "Doesn't that mean anything?"

"Of course, Draco," she retorted sweetly, feeling disgust fill her insides. "That means everything."

"Good," he nodded, satisfied, and toppled on top of her, breathing deeply as she squirmed uncomfortably underneath him. He caught his lips with hers; she felt warmth fill her, but it wasn't him she was thinking about. All she could imagine was black hair, emerald eyes. All she could envision in her mind was his soft skin, his tender lips, his loving tendencies. All she could see was Harry.

***

"Let me go with you," Ron pleaded.

"No," Harry said firmly. "This is something I have to do myself, Ron."

"But why?" Ron asked curiously.

"Just trust me," Harry advised, his Invisibility Cloak in his hand and in the other hand, a vial of bubbling, green liquid as it's contents.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows at him, looking extremely doubtful.

"I am sure, Ron."

But his friend remained concerned. "But what if; you know, the Polyjuice Potion doesn't work? The only time we've made it was back in our second year, remember? And Hermione got the ingredients and everything..."

Harry's eyes twitched slightly at the memory. "Umm...actually, I've done it twice."

"Twice?" Ron's eyes widened. "When?"

He sighed. He knew he would have to do this sooner or later. "I've left you a letter on my bed, Ron. Read it. Now, remember, that whatever you do is up to you."

"What?"

"Just read it, will you? I have to go."

Harry swung the Invisibility Cloak over himself and vanished within seconds of the concealment. Soon, Ron heard his footsteps fade away. Suspiciously, he gazed at Harry's bed and picked up the white, plain envelope that lay there. Sitting back on the bed, he read Harry's hurried, slanted words:

From Harry, your best friend

To Ron

Smiling slightly now, Ron opened the envelope and his eyes began to ponder the written words. Somehow, as instinct, he knew he wouldn't be smiling at the end of it.

***

"Sign it," Draco insisted.

"What is it?" she whispered.

"It's a contract. Just sign it."

She didn't have to ask what it was. Her mind was forcing her to sign it; the pounding in her head was persuading her. She looked up at him. "I need one of my chains broken, then."

Tenderly, he smiled at her, and with a swish of his wand, the left chain was broken. With difficulty, she wrote her name at the line where Draco's hand was pointing toward, then fell back onto the cot as he bonded her with the chain once more.

"Perfect," Draco said, grinning, and tucking the contract into his robes. "You rest now."

He touched her hair lightly before leaving the enclosed space and slamming the door behind him.

Hermione whimpered, turning her head. She saw something was sparkling on the floor. She squinted her eyes, and a gasp caught in her throat. She now knew why she was feeling this way; the feeling in which something was missing, the feeling in which she had to be forced to be affectionate with Draco. The shattered glass answered her questions. She needn't to smell what was the clear liquid beside the glass; she knew. It was the remains of a carefully constructed potion. A love potion.

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Err...yeah. I had already completed this story, actually, but now I need to edit the chapters because I've added new things.

Here's some things to ponder:

1) What's Harry going to do?

2) What was in that contract Hermione signed? (It's HORRIBLE, trust me)

3) Did the 'Oblivito Incantatem' wash Ron away from Hermione's memory, or just the LOVE of Ron? And why does Hermione suddenly feel more for Harry than anybody else?

4) There will be a big surprise at the end of this story. A big event in the end, and a big surprise from me. So review!!!

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Are You Happy Now? by Michelle Branch