Yes. Wow that took a long time don't'ya think? Well this isn't the whole
chapter.So far it's 9662 words all together (still not finished. I need to
correct the other 5000 words). I decided to give the first part until I
really figure out how to end it! Thank you so much Haley for the
encouragement to keep writing on. I couldn't write back to you until I
actually got some uploaded!!
Oh yes, if I owned this story, Draco ad Lucius (Harry, Ron, Oliver. the whole bunch) wouldn't be roaming around freely. No. I would be playing my own game of Quidditch if you know what I mean.. Yes but it belongs to someone else. *sigh.* I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
And I will break away
I'll find myself today Somewhere I Belong, Linkin Park
February 27 Hermione's POV
I woke up the next morning and raised my head off the pillow. The colors whirled violently and the world seemed to accelerate around me. My head plunged back against the pillow. Draco's hair brushed against my forehead, his eyes closed. His light breathing fluttered against my neck. I inhaled the crisp humid air and pulled myself together to wake up.
Entering the forest green washroom, I observed my figure in the silver snake framed mirror. My eyes were weary from the light sleep. My nerves were restless with fear from thinking about the outcome of tonight. I slipped off my clothes and stepped into the soothing water. The warm water fell down my back and reduced the nauseas feeling. My head fell forward as the water burned against my bare skin. I increased the water's temperature, as a cool draft traveled across the room.
A pair of fingers reached out from behind the shower curtain and touched my lower back, tempting me to close my eyes. The two fingers lowered creating shivers that lingered while random kisses traced my shoulder line. His hands caressed my thighs, while the pressure of his knee made my thighs spread open in invitation. They glided over and grabbed my sex, pushing me forcefully against his body. His body weight slammed me against the shower wall, his cock digging itself onto my lower back. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Draco's POV My fingers brushed over her pubic hair, teasing her. They made their way through her slit, gently stroking her soft swollen flesh. I slipped my fingers in and out. She gasped as my left hand cupped her supple breast while my tongue lashed against her hardened nipple. I turned her around, shoving her on the wall as she grabbed me. I groaned as she continued to rock her fingers up and down while twirling her legs around my hips. Playful teaser. In a swift motion she pulled herself up. I pressed her buttocks, teasing her by brushing myself against her. "Draco," she moaned. Her teeth pressed into my neck, issuing a loud gasp. Her eyes pleaded to stop teasing her. "Now." Her head tilted backward and fell to the side in vulnerability waiting for me to act upon her needs. I sank to my knees while my fingers moved inside her while running my tongue over the wetness of her body. She panted as her hand clasped my head and motioned it to remain between her legs to taste the sweetness.
I stopped and kissed the sacredness of her body. I pulled her down, capturing her lips, leaving her more breathless. Loud banging outside our room and the voices of Hermione's friends interrupted.
"Fuck," I said in irritation.
"Don't stop," Hermione said, her voice rasping.
"Tell me you're mine," I said, mischievously. She breathed in the hot air, glancing at me while catching her breath. Her gaze fell upon the Dark Mark on my left arm. She shielded the mark with her hand. I placed my hand between her legs, lifting her up on the wall as I spread her legs. My fingers moved over her clitoris as I rocked the hardness of my body on her body. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Hermione's POV
He groaned wildly while his hot erection seeped over my legs. "I'm yours," I said desperately as his hands crossed over my thigh. He placed his index finger in my mouth, forcing it on my tongue and letting the taste linger. "Only mine?" he said possessively, but in a playful tone. "Yes," I murmured while he entered me. He increased the thrusts while his hips grinded me into the wall. My legs tightened around him, wanting him as I felt the hot liquid pour into me. Draco stopped and carefully let me sink to his feet. He took my head and pushed it against the hardness of his body while I sucked tediously, my tongue playing with the base. He grabbed the wall for support as I stopped. He lay down in the water while we both caught our breaths. The banging on my door still had not stopped and now it seemed to have intensified. "Perhaps we should answer," I said, in rugged breaths. "Or, could do it again," he said, his smile spreading into a wide grin. "This time it will be me who does the denying," I said sheepishly, wrapping the towel around me. He mumbled something and stood up, "Are you sure?" "How will I get to the other side?" I asked, opening the door and picking up my clothes. "Just pass through the wall," he said, still trying to recover. "The wall?" I asked. "The wall between my bed and desk," he replied, in a deep voice. I kissed him goodbye and passed through the wall. Miraculously, I landed up on the other side, I gazed back at the wall separating our two rooms, "Hmm.
Neat." "Hermione, answer the door!" Harry called out from behind the door. Some other voices could be heard besides the impatient Ron and Harry "Wait," I yelled back. I snatched my white bath robe and answered the door. Harry, Ron and some of the past graduates of Hogwarts such as Oliver Wood, Roger Davis, and Ron's brothers Charlie and Bill stared back at me, their faces reddening. Ron hopped around while cradling his foot after kicking Draco's door. "Ron! Why did you do that," my voice shrieked. Ron looked so embarrassed and stuttered to his feet. "You're only wearing a bath robe?" Ron said, finally achieving a full sentence. The door was thrown open and a furious Draco came out, holding a black towel around his waist. Drops of water slid down his chest and face. "Didn't your mother teach you to keep your fucking traps shut?" he said, his eyes glistening at Ron. "I'm guessing that this is Lucius Malfoy's son. Like father, like son," Bill said, his eyebrows arching at the sight of Draco. "It's Draco Malfoy," he hissed, "Not surprised, Weasley, looks don't run in your family. Then again, the money doesn't also." Ron and Bill nearly jumped on Draco but Roger and Oliver held them back. "I don't want to know what you guys were doing," Harry murmured suspiciously, eyeing both our towels. "Harry," Ron said, hitting his head in exasperation, "Not the image..."Oliver, Charlie, Bill, and Roger looked between Draco and me as if there was a conspiracy in the works. "So Oliver," I said, trying to cover up, "How's Quidditch going?" He jerked up his head from looking at my legs, "Oh yes, very um well," he answered, "You've changed incredibly Hermione." "Thanks," I said, nearly laughing at the death glares I was receiving from Draco. "Heard you're using another broom. similar to Harry." "Yes, Thunder Firebolt.," Oliver responded. "That's it!" Draco said, advancing next to me. "Told you I was serious about-." "I know," I said, grinning. "So Oliver I was wondering if you'd be able-.' Draco bent down near my ear while the others' eyes widened in shock. "Keep away from her Malfoy," Roger warned. Draco rolled his eyes and murmured to me, "Don't play with my words. or you'll find me doing the same to Pansy." They all watched in wonder as his lips brushed against my cheeks. "You don't like Pansy," I said, smiling. He looked at me and then at Oliver, "Don't you lay so much as an eye where you shouldn't," he sneered, and then looked at the others, "Same goes for all of you." He slammed his door behind him. Everyone was completely silent. "Wow," Charlie said, holding his head in awe, "A Malfoy and a Muggle." "Never thought I'd see the day," Roger said, laughing to ease the tension. "Don't tell anyone about this.no one knows," Harry said. They all nodded. "Still don't have a date to replace him," I said in frustration. "I'd be more than glad to escort you," Oliver said, smiling. "Save us each a dance," Bill said, winking at me. Charlie and Roger nodded, smiling in my direction. Ron looked like he was going to turnover and barf. his older brothers fancied me. Ha! _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~__~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Later that night
I looked at myself in the mirror. That medicine was working wonders on me. I couldn't even make out any growth in my body; I remained slim as ever. Rolling my hands over my unborn child, I waited for its strong kicks. Since tonight was ironically dedicated to the Muggle culture, we were permitted to wear Muggle clothing. A black satin dress was my choice for attire tonight. The front was a tube top but the back was made of thin black chiffon with embroidered vines and a hummingbird. The same material was used to display more cleavage in an elegant way that did not go overboard. The rest of the dress appeared to have a Spanish flavor. My hair was entwined with fresh crimson roses that held it together in a perfect bun. Four long braids hung from my hair and lay on my chest.
There was a slight knock amongst all the commotion outside my door. Oliver Wood was waiting outside with Lucius Malfoy
"Hey," Oliver said, grinning, "You look amazing." As much as I was flattered by his comments, I felt uncomfortable with Lucius Malfoy's eyes boring into me. His eyes drifted across my gown, lingering on my bare skin.
"Thanks," I said, studying his handsome gray Versace suit, "So do you. Maybe you should fix your hair."
He nodded, removing flakes of leaves, "Forgot about that, I was playing Quidditch with Bill and Charlie earlier on,' Can I use your mirror?"
"Sure! The washroom is on the left at the far end," I said, watching him enter my room. Lucius was still looking intently at me. Gathering the courage, I gazed back at him defiantly, "Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. Hope your trip to Hogwarts went well."
His face twisted into its usual sneer and he responded bluntly, "Yes." Stepping closer towards me, he stared at me lustfully. It was just sick. Wrongful and cruel. My breathing ceased, feeling disconcerted under his deep breaths. He's Draco's father. He shouldn't be looking at me like this if I'm a Muggle. Fuck, he smells good. The scent of his cologne was enticing. Lucius would certainly be good looking, especially for his age, if he didn't have an expression of murder and hate plastered to his face. Draco definitely got his features from his father.
"Mrs. Granger," he said in a monotone, hoarse voice.
Suddenly Draco and Narcissa walked out of his room. Draco's eyes gleamed threateningly at the distance between his father and me. He cleared his throat and surprisingly Lucius moved away.
Footsteps could be heard walking along the corridor, making my heart beat faster. Oliver please come back, quickly. I wanted to slide up against the wall but I didn't want to seem weak. Cornelius Fudge's face came into view and he jerked his head in my direction. His eyes pierced through mine, leaving my body senseless. He walked past Lucius and Draco, muttering "Malfoy." My breathing quickened. Cornelius stared back at me and it felt like my body was on fire. It wasn't Cornelius Fudge. I could feel the powerful kicks of my baby while the disguised Voldemort passed. I nearly fell when a pair of strong arms caught me and kept me standing.
"Back," Oliver's voice said, comforting me.
I turned around and smiled in the best reassuring way I could. I could tell that he knew and understood what he had just seen. Lucius grunted and clutched Narcissa's arm, waiting for Draco's comment
"Weakling Mudblood," Draco snapped, secretly sending me a supportive look before walking away with Pansy Parkinson who had just arrived a few moments before. Pansy's vindictive grin widened on her placid face at the sound of his mockery.
"Alright?" Oliver asked, when we were alone.
I nodded, laying my head on his chest. He kissed my forehead in a comforting way.
"Thanks for being there," I said gratefully.
"No problem," he said, his eyes fixed in the direction that Cornelius Fudge had walked to. His gaze returned to me and he grabbed my wrist, "Com'on we still have some time to enjoy ourselves." _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
The Grand Hall had magically increased in size overnight and was full with people. Oliver and I sat with Harry, the Weasleys and some other Gryffindors. I could sense the tension in Harry just by sitting near him. I squeezed his hand and whispered to him, "You can do it."
"Thanks," he responded, his eyes still hazy.
The first hour just consisted of eating. I had lost my appetite by over thinking about the people in the same room as me who wouldn't eat another meal. My little quick speech on behalf of the Hogwarts student body did not help either. The agitation felt by the Death Eaters who were watching me constantly was horrifying and it seemed that I would never complete my speech after looking into the crowd for the first time. Luckily, Draco continued the speech so I could pick it up later on.
I sat with my friends at the Gryffindor table while trying to deflect the uneasy glances coming from various places in the room. Harry squeezed my hand for comfort. I nodded to reassure him that I was alright. We were waiting a signal from Draco to move me out of the room.
Suddenly a large shriek erupted on the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson was bitching around about something in her food. She covered her face which had bloated up in reaction with the elements in her food. Draco stood beside her with a slightly mischievous expression. Oliver pulled me to my feet and whispered, "It's time."
I looked one last time at Harry and Ron. "Good Luck," I said, barely in a whisper. There faces were quickly imprinted into my head. I didn't want to lose them, nor did I want to leave them. Oliver tugged on my waist and I walked away while the commotion served as a perfect distraction.
Oliver and I walked swiftly to the room without saying another word to each other. We finally reached the dungeon room where I would remain for the next few painful hours.
"Don't get out," Oliver said, looking me straight in the eye, "Understand?"
"Yes," I said, watching his pale face look back the hallway at the fate that might await him.
I nudged his head back in my direction. "Everything is going to be fine."
He nodded his head, "Remember what I said. Wouldn't want Potter and Weasley on my back, never mind Malfoy."
"You have my word," I said, tears rolling down my cheeks. "That reminds me. would you mind being Draco's best man at our wedding?"
"Whoah?!" Oliver said, smiling, "You're getting married?"
"Yes," I said, shyly, "Harry and Ron don't know yet. would you?"
"Sure. I'm guessing that Malfoy would rather be tortured than choose Potter and Weasley," Oliver laughed.
I nodded, "There relationship is blossoming with each curse and death threat." He hugged me and rubbed my hair playfully.
"Bye," he said, grinning.
"No use saying bye if we'll see each other soon," I murmured. I watched his retreating back before closing the door and returning to my asylum for the rest of the bloody night. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Draco's POV
Hermione had left with Wood. It was time. I closed my eyes. Their marching echoed in my ears. They were already on the grounds. Approximately two hundred. The surge of power flowed through my veins. I sat down while everyone returned to what they were previously doing. Pansy served as a good distraction. I laughed to myself. How badly I had wanted to do that to her after she tried to use me to obtain more power in the dark world. I wouldn't allow that anymore, to anyone. I leaned against my hand in contemplation of my plans for tonight.
Thirty minutes passed and Wood returned. Hermione was safe. Her fear could be sensed. I rubbed my temples, muttering a spell that would soothe her nerves.
Their feet touched the hard floors of Hogwarts. Malice burned in their blood. They were hungry for death. Potter stood up suddenly. He wasn't as stupid as I thought. He could feel it also. The doors were thrown open. The masked men and women of the Dark side marched, throwing curses to those innocent fools who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The Light side came together and surprised the Death Eaters. I would have never known that they would be able to put up a fight, but they were. The bodies dropped and the curses were said. I stood up finally from my spot and walked over the lifeless body of Lavender Brown. Voldemort showed himself. He loved making things dramatic. Fool. He would meet his match soon enough.
Pansy was on the floor, crying. Her arm was bleeding a lot. Her bloody hand grasped my boot in a desperate attempt to save her worthless life.
"Draco," she said, her voice raspy as the blood flowed through the side of her mouth, "Help me." She held her wand tightly. It was pointed to a young boy from Ravenclaw who lay motionless. "Please."
I looked at her without pity, "You are a disgrace to the Dark Lord. I never liked you. I should have put an end to your misery ages ago."
"No," she pleaded, "Don't say that. we could do great things together."
I bent down, knowing that she was the only one that would hear me. The little wench was paralyzed. "Wrong. I think Hermione Granger would make a better wife for me when I rule the dark side." Her eyes were covered with fear and realization as she watched me stand up. Before she could even speak a word, her neck cracked underneath the heel of my boot sending a river of blood out of her mouth.
Dumbledore was on his last string of life. Fortunately for him, Madame Pomfrey was there to aid him. Sirius Black, who I recently found out was innocent, fought the Death Eaters with others. I could sense Harry fighting bravely with Voldemort in another part of the school. Without the knowledge of others, I transformed myself and rushed to the room (his type of apparition).
Harry needed help. He might not be able to fight with Voldemort's growing powers. Harry was thrown to the floor while Voldemort's laugh mocked him.
"Malfoy," he said, "Glad you could join me to watch the destruction of Potter."
"It is my honor," I said unemotionally, playing along and walking to his side. I studied the room. Weasley was unconscious in a corner of the room. He wouldn't live much longer.
"I'm not giving up that easily," Potter exclaimed, surprising Voldemort with another spell. Voldemort hissed the counter attack as the beams ignited from their wands fought for glory. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Lucius POV
"Stupid boy," I sneered, "There was no use running. The Dark Lord shall rule again. Avada Kedavra." The boy's eyes rolled up in his head. I turned around proudly and was about to return to serve my Master's wishes but suddenly stopped. The body fell gracefully to the ground, the head hitting the wall. An echo. I swirled around.
"What do we have here," I said to myself, hitting the wall as I walked. As soon as I reached the foot of the body, I stopped. The wall had a shallow sound. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Hermione's POV
I crawled near the cabinet of old dusty books, trying to get away from the blood curling screams. I was scared beyond belief. The baby was kicking harder each moment. I got up and threw up in the corner beside me. I wiped my mouth and went towards a mirror to clean myself better. I looked straight into the mirror. Lucius Malfoy. I stopped breathing. He was staring back at me in the mirror. The devilish smirk on his face widened, "What a nice treat."
I took out my wand but he heaved me on the floor, knocking it out of my hand. He pocketed it in his robes. "Don't fear Mrs. Granger. Just going to have some fun."
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I strove to escape up the stairs. I needed to keep my child safe. He wrenched my hair and pulled me against him. "Take your fucking hands off of me," I yelled, biting him.
He jeered, "Like it rough? Don't mind." He yanked my head and pushed me down the stairs in the dungeon. My body fell limp against the floor. Can't breathe. Draco I need you. More tears flowed down my eyes. The pain inside of me grew. It was unbearable. I wanted to die. Lucius hauled me up and threw me against the wall. He ravaged the roses from my hair, making my hair collapse around my shoulders. His steel gray eyes stared back at me. My senses were failing as I felt myself being lifted by an unknown force into the air. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh. His cold hand slipped underneath my gown, forcing its way in between my thighs.
"Open your legs," he demanded. I resisted his order and he placed me under the Crucio spell. Fuck him. Someone help. My legs opened involuntarily. I screamed as far as my voice could travel. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Draco's POV
"Kill his friend, Malfoy," Voldemort said through clenched teeth, while fighting Harry.
I walked towards Ron's unconscious body. A deep pain crashed through my body, sending a ripple effect to my actions. My knees began to buckle. My breathing ceased. Hermione. I froze in my spot. I span around in my spot, facing Voldemort.
My wand lifted in the air, "Avada Kedavra," the curse combining with Harry's identical spell.
Voldemort's reddish eyes reddened in shock as he fell to the ground, dead and joining his many victims.
Harry fell to the ground, gasping for air.
I shook my head, looking down at my wand. I never thought that it was in me to say those two crucial words. In the end, it was for a good cause. I offered Potter my hand, which he took without hesitation. Pulling him up, he looked at me and gave me a friendly hit on the shoulder.
"Never thought I would say it," Potter said, "Thanks."
"Enough with the sappiness. Hermione's in danger," I retorted. Potter's eyes flashed dangerously. "Bring Weasley to the infirmary. or what's left of it. He doesn't have much time. The Death Eaters will be retreating soon."
He hurried to Weasley as I left the room. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Hermione's POV
The blood flowed through my mouth, as I bit my tongue to stop the pain. Lucius' eyes darkened disturbingly. He forced himself into me unwillingly. His hard body pressed against mine. He violently tore the front of my dress forcing me harder against the wall.
My senses failed on me, paralyzing me in my spot. I closed my eyes to stop the world from turning. I fell to my feet, the pressure and heat of his body leaving mine. I opened my eyes and found a figure standing in front of me while Lucius coughed up blood across the room.
The figure draped in black robes, bent down and looked at me straight in the eye.
"Draco?" I muttered, unable to move any part of my body.
He stared me in the eye, not speaking a word. His eyes glistened dangerously. I looked away, frightened to fall in those two black pools of darkness. He kissed my forehead.
"Should have known, fucking disgrace to the family," Lucius sneered from behind.
Draco removed his cloak and wrapped it around my shoulders. He turned around, his dark figure towering over me.
"No don't, I'm your father! The Dark Lord will punish you!" Lucius said in desperation, blocked by Draco's body.
"I am the new Dark Lord!" a cold voice said. The same voice that teased me the four years before this school year, but with more intensity. The voice was lifeless. It hissed three words that were incoherent to my faint ear. A blood curling yell emitted from the room. The odor of burnt flesh drifted around before I fainted.
Hope you like it. Planning to make the rest of it(last chapter for sure) more interesting than it already is. It's quite disgusting. Yup. Bye!!
Oh yes, if I owned this story, Draco ad Lucius (Harry, Ron, Oliver. the whole bunch) wouldn't be roaming around freely. No. I would be playing my own game of Quidditch if you know what I mean.. Yes but it belongs to someone else. *sigh.* I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
And I will break away
I'll find myself today Somewhere I Belong, Linkin Park
February 27 Hermione's POV
I woke up the next morning and raised my head off the pillow. The colors whirled violently and the world seemed to accelerate around me. My head plunged back against the pillow. Draco's hair brushed against my forehead, his eyes closed. His light breathing fluttered against my neck. I inhaled the crisp humid air and pulled myself together to wake up.
Entering the forest green washroom, I observed my figure in the silver snake framed mirror. My eyes were weary from the light sleep. My nerves were restless with fear from thinking about the outcome of tonight. I slipped off my clothes and stepped into the soothing water. The warm water fell down my back and reduced the nauseas feeling. My head fell forward as the water burned against my bare skin. I increased the water's temperature, as a cool draft traveled across the room.
A pair of fingers reached out from behind the shower curtain and touched my lower back, tempting me to close my eyes. The two fingers lowered creating shivers that lingered while random kisses traced my shoulder line. His hands caressed my thighs, while the pressure of his knee made my thighs spread open in invitation. They glided over and grabbed my sex, pushing me forcefully against his body. His body weight slammed me against the shower wall, his cock digging itself onto my lower back. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Draco's POV My fingers brushed over her pubic hair, teasing her. They made their way through her slit, gently stroking her soft swollen flesh. I slipped my fingers in and out. She gasped as my left hand cupped her supple breast while my tongue lashed against her hardened nipple. I turned her around, shoving her on the wall as she grabbed me. I groaned as she continued to rock her fingers up and down while twirling her legs around my hips. Playful teaser. In a swift motion she pulled herself up. I pressed her buttocks, teasing her by brushing myself against her. "Draco," she moaned. Her teeth pressed into my neck, issuing a loud gasp. Her eyes pleaded to stop teasing her. "Now." Her head tilted backward and fell to the side in vulnerability waiting for me to act upon her needs. I sank to my knees while my fingers moved inside her while running my tongue over the wetness of her body. She panted as her hand clasped my head and motioned it to remain between her legs to taste the sweetness.
I stopped and kissed the sacredness of her body. I pulled her down, capturing her lips, leaving her more breathless. Loud banging outside our room and the voices of Hermione's friends interrupted.
"Fuck," I said in irritation.
"Don't stop," Hermione said, her voice rasping.
"Tell me you're mine," I said, mischievously. She breathed in the hot air, glancing at me while catching her breath. Her gaze fell upon the Dark Mark on my left arm. She shielded the mark with her hand. I placed my hand between her legs, lifting her up on the wall as I spread her legs. My fingers moved over her clitoris as I rocked the hardness of my body on her body. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Hermione's POV
He groaned wildly while his hot erection seeped over my legs. "I'm yours," I said desperately as his hands crossed over my thigh. He placed his index finger in my mouth, forcing it on my tongue and letting the taste linger. "Only mine?" he said possessively, but in a playful tone. "Yes," I murmured while he entered me. He increased the thrusts while his hips grinded me into the wall. My legs tightened around him, wanting him as I felt the hot liquid pour into me. Draco stopped and carefully let me sink to his feet. He took my head and pushed it against the hardness of his body while I sucked tediously, my tongue playing with the base. He grabbed the wall for support as I stopped. He lay down in the water while we both caught our breaths. The banging on my door still had not stopped and now it seemed to have intensified. "Perhaps we should answer," I said, in rugged breaths. "Or, could do it again," he said, his smile spreading into a wide grin. "This time it will be me who does the denying," I said sheepishly, wrapping the towel around me. He mumbled something and stood up, "Are you sure?" "How will I get to the other side?" I asked, opening the door and picking up my clothes. "Just pass through the wall," he said, still trying to recover. "The wall?" I asked. "The wall between my bed and desk," he replied, in a deep voice. I kissed him goodbye and passed through the wall. Miraculously, I landed up on the other side, I gazed back at the wall separating our two rooms, "Hmm.
Neat." "Hermione, answer the door!" Harry called out from behind the door. Some other voices could be heard besides the impatient Ron and Harry "Wait," I yelled back. I snatched my white bath robe and answered the door. Harry, Ron and some of the past graduates of Hogwarts such as Oliver Wood, Roger Davis, and Ron's brothers Charlie and Bill stared back at me, their faces reddening. Ron hopped around while cradling his foot after kicking Draco's door. "Ron! Why did you do that," my voice shrieked. Ron looked so embarrassed and stuttered to his feet. "You're only wearing a bath robe?" Ron said, finally achieving a full sentence. The door was thrown open and a furious Draco came out, holding a black towel around his waist. Drops of water slid down his chest and face. "Didn't your mother teach you to keep your fucking traps shut?" he said, his eyes glistening at Ron. "I'm guessing that this is Lucius Malfoy's son. Like father, like son," Bill said, his eyebrows arching at the sight of Draco. "It's Draco Malfoy," he hissed, "Not surprised, Weasley, looks don't run in your family. Then again, the money doesn't also." Ron and Bill nearly jumped on Draco but Roger and Oliver held them back. "I don't want to know what you guys were doing," Harry murmured suspiciously, eyeing both our towels. "Harry," Ron said, hitting his head in exasperation, "Not the image..."Oliver, Charlie, Bill, and Roger looked between Draco and me as if there was a conspiracy in the works. "So Oliver," I said, trying to cover up, "How's Quidditch going?" He jerked up his head from looking at my legs, "Oh yes, very um well," he answered, "You've changed incredibly Hermione." "Thanks," I said, nearly laughing at the death glares I was receiving from Draco. "Heard you're using another broom. similar to Harry." "Yes, Thunder Firebolt.," Oliver responded. "That's it!" Draco said, advancing next to me. "Told you I was serious about-." "I know," I said, grinning. "So Oliver I was wondering if you'd be able-.' Draco bent down near my ear while the others' eyes widened in shock. "Keep away from her Malfoy," Roger warned. Draco rolled his eyes and murmured to me, "Don't play with my words. or you'll find me doing the same to Pansy." They all watched in wonder as his lips brushed against my cheeks. "You don't like Pansy," I said, smiling. He looked at me and then at Oliver, "Don't you lay so much as an eye where you shouldn't," he sneered, and then looked at the others, "Same goes for all of you." He slammed his door behind him. Everyone was completely silent. "Wow," Charlie said, holding his head in awe, "A Malfoy and a Muggle." "Never thought I'd see the day," Roger said, laughing to ease the tension. "Don't tell anyone about this.no one knows," Harry said. They all nodded. "Still don't have a date to replace him," I said in frustration. "I'd be more than glad to escort you," Oliver said, smiling. "Save us each a dance," Bill said, winking at me. Charlie and Roger nodded, smiling in my direction. Ron looked like he was going to turnover and barf. his older brothers fancied me. Ha! _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~__~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Later that night
I looked at myself in the mirror. That medicine was working wonders on me. I couldn't even make out any growth in my body; I remained slim as ever. Rolling my hands over my unborn child, I waited for its strong kicks. Since tonight was ironically dedicated to the Muggle culture, we were permitted to wear Muggle clothing. A black satin dress was my choice for attire tonight. The front was a tube top but the back was made of thin black chiffon with embroidered vines and a hummingbird. The same material was used to display more cleavage in an elegant way that did not go overboard. The rest of the dress appeared to have a Spanish flavor. My hair was entwined with fresh crimson roses that held it together in a perfect bun. Four long braids hung from my hair and lay on my chest.
There was a slight knock amongst all the commotion outside my door. Oliver Wood was waiting outside with Lucius Malfoy
"Hey," Oliver said, grinning, "You look amazing." As much as I was flattered by his comments, I felt uncomfortable with Lucius Malfoy's eyes boring into me. His eyes drifted across my gown, lingering on my bare skin.
"Thanks," I said, studying his handsome gray Versace suit, "So do you. Maybe you should fix your hair."
He nodded, removing flakes of leaves, "Forgot about that, I was playing Quidditch with Bill and Charlie earlier on,' Can I use your mirror?"
"Sure! The washroom is on the left at the far end," I said, watching him enter my room. Lucius was still looking intently at me. Gathering the courage, I gazed back at him defiantly, "Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. Hope your trip to Hogwarts went well."
His face twisted into its usual sneer and he responded bluntly, "Yes." Stepping closer towards me, he stared at me lustfully. It was just sick. Wrongful and cruel. My breathing ceased, feeling disconcerted under his deep breaths. He's Draco's father. He shouldn't be looking at me like this if I'm a Muggle. Fuck, he smells good. The scent of his cologne was enticing. Lucius would certainly be good looking, especially for his age, if he didn't have an expression of murder and hate plastered to his face. Draco definitely got his features from his father.
"Mrs. Granger," he said in a monotone, hoarse voice.
Suddenly Draco and Narcissa walked out of his room. Draco's eyes gleamed threateningly at the distance between his father and me. He cleared his throat and surprisingly Lucius moved away.
Footsteps could be heard walking along the corridor, making my heart beat faster. Oliver please come back, quickly. I wanted to slide up against the wall but I didn't want to seem weak. Cornelius Fudge's face came into view and he jerked his head in my direction. His eyes pierced through mine, leaving my body senseless. He walked past Lucius and Draco, muttering "Malfoy." My breathing quickened. Cornelius stared back at me and it felt like my body was on fire. It wasn't Cornelius Fudge. I could feel the powerful kicks of my baby while the disguised Voldemort passed. I nearly fell when a pair of strong arms caught me and kept me standing.
"Back," Oliver's voice said, comforting me.
I turned around and smiled in the best reassuring way I could. I could tell that he knew and understood what he had just seen. Lucius grunted and clutched Narcissa's arm, waiting for Draco's comment
"Weakling Mudblood," Draco snapped, secretly sending me a supportive look before walking away with Pansy Parkinson who had just arrived a few moments before. Pansy's vindictive grin widened on her placid face at the sound of his mockery.
"Alright?" Oliver asked, when we were alone.
I nodded, laying my head on his chest. He kissed my forehead in a comforting way.
"Thanks for being there," I said gratefully.
"No problem," he said, his eyes fixed in the direction that Cornelius Fudge had walked to. His gaze returned to me and he grabbed my wrist, "Com'on we still have some time to enjoy ourselves." _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_
The Grand Hall had magically increased in size overnight and was full with people. Oliver and I sat with Harry, the Weasleys and some other Gryffindors. I could sense the tension in Harry just by sitting near him. I squeezed his hand and whispered to him, "You can do it."
"Thanks," he responded, his eyes still hazy.
The first hour just consisted of eating. I had lost my appetite by over thinking about the people in the same room as me who wouldn't eat another meal. My little quick speech on behalf of the Hogwarts student body did not help either. The agitation felt by the Death Eaters who were watching me constantly was horrifying and it seemed that I would never complete my speech after looking into the crowd for the first time. Luckily, Draco continued the speech so I could pick it up later on.
I sat with my friends at the Gryffindor table while trying to deflect the uneasy glances coming from various places in the room. Harry squeezed my hand for comfort. I nodded to reassure him that I was alright. We were waiting a signal from Draco to move me out of the room.
Suddenly a large shriek erupted on the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson was bitching around about something in her food. She covered her face which had bloated up in reaction with the elements in her food. Draco stood beside her with a slightly mischievous expression. Oliver pulled me to my feet and whispered, "It's time."
I looked one last time at Harry and Ron. "Good Luck," I said, barely in a whisper. There faces were quickly imprinted into my head. I didn't want to lose them, nor did I want to leave them. Oliver tugged on my waist and I walked away while the commotion served as a perfect distraction.
Oliver and I walked swiftly to the room without saying another word to each other. We finally reached the dungeon room where I would remain for the next few painful hours.
"Don't get out," Oliver said, looking me straight in the eye, "Understand?"
"Yes," I said, watching his pale face look back the hallway at the fate that might await him.
I nudged his head back in my direction. "Everything is going to be fine."
He nodded his head, "Remember what I said. Wouldn't want Potter and Weasley on my back, never mind Malfoy."
"You have my word," I said, tears rolling down my cheeks. "That reminds me. would you mind being Draco's best man at our wedding?"
"Whoah?!" Oliver said, smiling, "You're getting married?"
"Yes," I said, shyly, "Harry and Ron don't know yet. would you?"
"Sure. I'm guessing that Malfoy would rather be tortured than choose Potter and Weasley," Oliver laughed.
I nodded, "There relationship is blossoming with each curse and death threat." He hugged me and rubbed my hair playfully.
"Bye," he said, grinning.
"No use saying bye if we'll see each other soon," I murmured. I watched his retreating back before closing the door and returning to my asylum for the rest of the bloody night. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Draco's POV
Hermione had left with Wood. It was time. I closed my eyes. Their marching echoed in my ears. They were already on the grounds. Approximately two hundred. The surge of power flowed through my veins. I sat down while everyone returned to what they were previously doing. Pansy served as a good distraction. I laughed to myself. How badly I had wanted to do that to her after she tried to use me to obtain more power in the dark world. I wouldn't allow that anymore, to anyone. I leaned against my hand in contemplation of my plans for tonight.
Thirty minutes passed and Wood returned. Hermione was safe. Her fear could be sensed. I rubbed my temples, muttering a spell that would soothe her nerves.
Their feet touched the hard floors of Hogwarts. Malice burned in their blood. They were hungry for death. Potter stood up suddenly. He wasn't as stupid as I thought. He could feel it also. The doors were thrown open. The masked men and women of the Dark side marched, throwing curses to those innocent fools who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The Light side came together and surprised the Death Eaters. I would have never known that they would be able to put up a fight, but they were. The bodies dropped and the curses were said. I stood up finally from my spot and walked over the lifeless body of Lavender Brown. Voldemort showed himself. He loved making things dramatic. Fool. He would meet his match soon enough.
Pansy was on the floor, crying. Her arm was bleeding a lot. Her bloody hand grasped my boot in a desperate attempt to save her worthless life.
"Draco," she said, her voice raspy as the blood flowed through the side of her mouth, "Help me." She held her wand tightly. It was pointed to a young boy from Ravenclaw who lay motionless. "Please."
I looked at her without pity, "You are a disgrace to the Dark Lord. I never liked you. I should have put an end to your misery ages ago."
"No," she pleaded, "Don't say that. we could do great things together."
I bent down, knowing that she was the only one that would hear me. The little wench was paralyzed. "Wrong. I think Hermione Granger would make a better wife for me when I rule the dark side." Her eyes were covered with fear and realization as she watched me stand up. Before she could even speak a word, her neck cracked underneath the heel of my boot sending a river of blood out of her mouth.
Dumbledore was on his last string of life. Fortunately for him, Madame Pomfrey was there to aid him. Sirius Black, who I recently found out was innocent, fought the Death Eaters with others. I could sense Harry fighting bravely with Voldemort in another part of the school. Without the knowledge of others, I transformed myself and rushed to the room (his type of apparition).
Harry needed help. He might not be able to fight with Voldemort's growing powers. Harry was thrown to the floor while Voldemort's laugh mocked him.
"Malfoy," he said, "Glad you could join me to watch the destruction of Potter."
"It is my honor," I said unemotionally, playing along and walking to his side. I studied the room. Weasley was unconscious in a corner of the room. He wouldn't live much longer.
"I'm not giving up that easily," Potter exclaimed, surprising Voldemort with another spell. Voldemort hissed the counter attack as the beams ignited from their wands fought for glory. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Lucius POV
"Stupid boy," I sneered, "There was no use running. The Dark Lord shall rule again. Avada Kedavra." The boy's eyes rolled up in his head. I turned around proudly and was about to return to serve my Master's wishes but suddenly stopped. The body fell gracefully to the ground, the head hitting the wall. An echo. I swirled around.
"What do we have here," I said to myself, hitting the wall as I walked. As soon as I reached the foot of the body, I stopped. The wall had a shallow sound. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Hermione's POV
I crawled near the cabinet of old dusty books, trying to get away from the blood curling screams. I was scared beyond belief. The baby was kicking harder each moment. I got up and threw up in the corner beside me. I wiped my mouth and went towards a mirror to clean myself better. I looked straight into the mirror. Lucius Malfoy. I stopped breathing. He was staring back at me in the mirror. The devilish smirk on his face widened, "What a nice treat."
I took out my wand but he heaved me on the floor, knocking it out of my hand. He pocketed it in his robes. "Don't fear Mrs. Granger. Just going to have some fun."
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I strove to escape up the stairs. I needed to keep my child safe. He wrenched my hair and pulled me against him. "Take your fucking hands off of me," I yelled, biting him.
He jeered, "Like it rough? Don't mind." He yanked my head and pushed me down the stairs in the dungeon. My body fell limp against the floor. Can't breathe. Draco I need you. More tears flowed down my eyes. The pain inside of me grew. It was unbearable. I wanted to die. Lucius hauled me up and threw me against the wall. He ravaged the roses from my hair, making my hair collapse around my shoulders. His steel gray eyes stared back at me. My senses were failing as I felt myself being lifted by an unknown force into the air. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh. His cold hand slipped underneath my gown, forcing its way in between my thighs.
"Open your legs," he demanded. I resisted his order and he placed me under the Crucio spell. Fuck him. Someone help. My legs opened involuntarily. I screamed as far as my voice could travel. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Draco's POV
"Kill his friend, Malfoy," Voldemort said through clenched teeth, while fighting Harry.
I walked towards Ron's unconscious body. A deep pain crashed through my body, sending a ripple effect to my actions. My knees began to buckle. My breathing ceased. Hermione. I froze in my spot. I span around in my spot, facing Voldemort.
My wand lifted in the air, "Avada Kedavra," the curse combining with Harry's identical spell.
Voldemort's reddish eyes reddened in shock as he fell to the ground, dead and joining his many victims.
Harry fell to the ground, gasping for air.
I shook my head, looking down at my wand. I never thought that it was in me to say those two crucial words. In the end, it was for a good cause. I offered Potter my hand, which he took without hesitation. Pulling him up, he looked at me and gave me a friendly hit on the shoulder.
"Never thought I would say it," Potter said, "Thanks."
"Enough with the sappiness. Hermione's in danger," I retorted. Potter's eyes flashed dangerously. "Bring Weasley to the infirmary. or what's left of it. He doesn't have much time. The Death Eaters will be retreating soon."
He hurried to Weasley as I left the room. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Hermione's POV
The blood flowed through my mouth, as I bit my tongue to stop the pain. Lucius' eyes darkened disturbingly. He forced himself into me unwillingly. His hard body pressed against mine. He violently tore the front of my dress forcing me harder against the wall.
My senses failed on me, paralyzing me in my spot. I closed my eyes to stop the world from turning. I fell to my feet, the pressure and heat of his body leaving mine. I opened my eyes and found a figure standing in front of me while Lucius coughed up blood across the room.
The figure draped in black robes, bent down and looked at me straight in the eye.
"Draco?" I muttered, unable to move any part of my body.
He stared me in the eye, not speaking a word. His eyes glistened dangerously. I looked away, frightened to fall in those two black pools of darkness. He kissed my forehead.
"Should have known, fucking disgrace to the family," Lucius sneered from behind.
Draco removed his cloak and wrapped it around my shoulders. He turned around, his dark figure towering over me.
"No don't, I'm your father! The Dark Lord will punish you!" Lucius said in desperation, blocked by Draco's body.
"I am the new Dark Lord!" a cold voice said. The same voice that teased me the four years before this school year, but with more intensity. The voice was lifeless. It hissed three words that were incoherent to my faint ear. A blood curling yell emitted from the room. The odor of burnt flesh drifted around before I fainted.
Hope you like it. Planning to make the rest of it(last chapter for sure) more interesting than it already is. It's quite disgusting. Yup. Bye!!