Hello! Thanx for your extreme patience(hehehe there will probably be 2 people reading this) Yeah! I got an 87 on my Math Exam! If the government doesn't drop it under 80, I'll be going into the sciences! Yay! ^^!Meet some nice doctors and…(evil thoughts) Usual Disclaimers!!! The song is Final Answer, by the Calling. Frankly, I haven't heard it, nice lyrics though.
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Hermione's POV
I raced up the stairs followed by the observant people in the portraits and their rude hushed tones. He did not understand! It can never work out. I will be the first name on Lucius' list to kill. What would everyone think? Harry and Ron would be disappointed in me if they unearthed the truth. I loved him; the truth intimidated me to the point that I was unable to concentrate when writing a test. I craved for a Malfoy, A Slytherin, the son of a Death Eater and most possibly a Death Eater himself. I condemned myself for relishing his touch, his feverish lips against my chest, or the manner he played with me before making a point.
I want love
To carry me through
All the moments, I'd kindly undo
Locked away
So I can feel safe
I eventually arrived in the hallway where my room was located and discovered Harry knocking on my door. He sighted me and gaped.
" Herm!" he said appalled as I walked to him. He started to laugh mildly. "I thought you were sleeping."
"Then why are you knocking on my door?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
He tilted his head and removed some mud that was smeared across my forehead.
"You lied."
"Harry, I'm not in the mood to talk, Boggart," I said to the portrait and opened my door.
"What happened to you?" he asked softly, blocking the door from closing on his face. He entered and shut the door behind him.
"Herm! Now I am really worried about you!" he said in a harsher tone. He added in a gentler voice, "I care." He wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head against his chest as he rubbed my back.
"I'm just confused," I said plainly.
Harry pressed his lips against my forehead," About what?"
I erupted into tears; it was like a paranoia that I couldn't confront. What would become of me if I proceeded with a relationship with Malfoy? I felt stupid, lost, on the edge of self-destruction.
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Harry's POV
This was not the Hermione that I knew. She was changing. I perpetually recognized her as a sister but this had changed during the past few days. I am not sure what has gotten into me. Why did I come to see her tonight? I had no particular reason other than I wanted to see her. I feel as though I will lose her if I don't hold on. She is slipping away, even Ron has noticed. The problem started after the ball and has persisted until now.
"I know he's bad for me but I can't help it," she whispered subconsciously out loud.
I was brought back to reality by her words He. It was a guy. I cursed myself mentally. I should have noticed this! She wouldn't mention anything about her date after the ball. The bruise on her wrist. The way she had been getting angry with 'men.'
"Who is it, Herm?" I asked striving to look at her face properly in the obscurity of her room.
She rubbed her eyes quickly. "You'll have a fit," she said faintly.
"Herm, I won't be angry, promise. If you're not ready, I'll wait. I'll be there if you need me," I said kissing her on her cheek. "I'll stay with you tonight."
She didn't resist and I hauled her delicately towards her bed. I carefully removed her robes since they were soaking wet. She was wearing her usual loose shirt and dress pants. I seated myself next to her. Hermione laid her head on her chest and closed her eyes.
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Hermione's POV
I woke up and lifted my head off of Harry's chest. "Good Morning."
He lifted his head off the pillow and grinned. He passed his fingers through his tangled hair and laid his head back on my pillow.
"I have to dress up!" he said, "Imagine the rumors aroused if they find both our robes stained with mud."
I laughed at his comment and gently shoved his arm off my waist to get dressed up. My headache had subsided after last night and I gave up on my hair after trying to pull the comb through.
"Any Quidditch practices?" I asked Harry, carrying my bag.
"Yes, but mostly after the holidays," he replied, opening my door.
I followed him outside remarking, "You really look horrible." I examined the mess that my robe had done to his. Unfortunately, Malfoy had walked out from his room at the exact same time, and he obviously figured that Harry had spent the night with me because he watched us scornfully.
"Taken a step further, Potter? Trying to match your fame with your love life, how touching," he said resentfully.
"I wouldn't talk Malfoy, Parkinson is the lowest I have ever seen you sink to," Harry responded.
"If you only knew Potter, you wouldn't be laughing," Malfoy said savagely before walking away, his black robes soaring with the rhythm of his walk.
"What did he mean?" Harry asked me calmly, eyeing Malfoy coldly.
I shrugged my shoulders, contented that it was over. Malfoy hadn't glanced at me once, except for the time that he saw us. He was furious with me and had purposely forgotten any thing that had happened between us. I was probably right because even during breakfast, he treated me like he did before any of this happened.
However, as the day progressed, I was proved wrong once more. At first, the little coincidental meetings with Malfoy were like regular times. Today, after an 'exhilarating' Potion's class, Harry, Ron and I were walking to our next class when we had the delightful pleasure of bumping into Malfoy and his goons. Pansy Parkinson was evidently expecting Malfoy to notice her because she was flirting and literally flapping her eyelashes at him.
"Weasley, returned to the hand me down robes?" Malfoy said, "Perhaps, Potter would be so kind to lend you some extra money to get that filthy Weasley trademark off you. Have all your dirt relatives worn them?"
"Keep your mouth shut Malfoy!" Harry said angrily.
Malfoy snickered and paced past Harry and Ron, with his head held high. He didn't bother to look at me or give his usual You-are-dirt looks. I was rather taken aback when he bumped into me purposely with his shoulder. As much as I was tempted to look back as he turned around the corner, I knew that he would behold it as his victory.
Ron observed me awkwardly and said, "I reckon this is the first time he hasn't said anything to you- practically ignored you! Something's fishy."
Harry nodded in agreement and we walked away towards the Gryffindor common room. I dismissed this event but could not overlook what happened the next day.
I was walking alone in the hallways when I spotted Malfoy hanging out near the staircase to the library. Many students were roaming around in the same area because they were rechecking if they were boarded for the Hogwarts Express to return home for the holidays.
"Granger," he called out to me, attracting the attention of several students. Of course everyone predicted an entertaining fight between a Malfoy and a Muggle… and Harry and Ron weren't around. Much to their dismay, I was not in the mood to enlighten them.
"What Malfoy?" I said, pretending to be annoyed. I wanted to hear what he had to say, especially after all these days that he had avoided saying his usual sharp words to me.
"Better watch your mouth. I will present my list to Dumbeldore on my own," he said shifting his hair away from his menacing eyes.
"Sure," I said wearily, preparing to walk up the stairs. However, he snatched my wrist aggressively and braced my arms against the wall. He had unquestionably won an audience because everyone's eyes were on us. His taunting lips were merely an inch away from mine. His eyes glimmered dangerously with the dark pallor of the hallway.
"Don't speak to me in that manner, or there will be consequences," he seethed, his breath intimidating the bareness of my neck.
Harry and Ron had appeared and were attempting to get past the crowds. Malfoy perceived this and gently pressed my head against the wall. The frigid firm grasp of his hand remained on my chin.
"Get your fucking hands off her!" Harry bellowed.
Malfoy gingerly removed his hand from my wrist and tediously ran his fingers down my lips. He abruptly regained his proud posture and marched away ignoring the staring eyes of our audience. Harry and Ron finally reached me.
"What in bloody hell was that about?" Ron said, "I'll kill that bastard."
"Ron," I said alarmed, gathering my books that had fallen from my bag. Everyone was viewing me weirdly.
"What did he want?" Harry inquired.
"It was just Malfoy, being Malfoy," I said, aggravated with the way people were looking at me. Pansy Parkinson was observing me like a dog from hell.
"Herm!" Parvati shouted, hastening to join us after people returned to what they were doing.
"Parvati, this is really not the time," I said, escaping with Harry and Ron by advancing to a moving staircase.
Nevertheless, Parvati caught up with me and whispered, "Never seen Malfoy treat you like that… wonder what's up with him."
"Same here. Psychological problems, I say. Must run in the family," Ron snickered.
"No Ron… that's not what I meant. Com'on! Surely you saw how he was-," Parvati explained dumbfounded.
"How he was what!" Harry said fiercely, interrupting her.
"Nothing," Parvati said examining Harry awkwardly. "See you later." She hastily walked away with Lavender.
"What's gotten into you Harry?" Ron asked, stunned by Harry's behavior.
"Nothing," Harry responded. Ron shrugged and we walked to the Gryffindor room.
Ron and Harry seated themselves next to the fireplace and began to talk about the Quidditch match that was being held the next day. I joined Ginny on the opposite side of the room, where she was waiting for me eagerly. I had told her the story of my "meeting" with Malfoy.
"You still have time. I saw the way he was handling you. You stroke a nerve in Pansy Parkinson. Female intuition," Ginny said, attempting to provoke Dean who was sitting near Ron.
"It's too late," I said, making sure that no one was listening to us.
"In exactly-," Ginny said, checking her watch, "three hours, the Slytherins are facing Ravenclaw."
"Your point?" I asked, watching Harry debate with Seamus over a new rule in Quidditch.
"Subtract the time of the Quidditch players dressing up and you have two hours and thirty minutes to pay him a visit," Ginny said.
"I'm not going," I said, walking towards Harry and Ron.
"WHAT!" Ginny screamed, chasing me with a bewildered expression on her face.
Dean, Seamus, Harry and Ron were engrossed in investigating something outside.
"Wonder what the ferret will try," Ron said.
I joined them at the window and recognized Malfoy's blondish hair from a distance with a few other Slytherins.
"He's good, don't you think?" I said without thinking.
"Not as good as Harry," Seamus said.
"Now you're complimenting him after he nearly hurt you? What's going on?" Harry said in a demanding voice.
" Nothing, for Merlin's sake!" I said, frustrated with his attitude.
"Actually I'd like to know what's going on too with Malfoy and you!" Ron asked seriously, resting his arms against his chest.
Ginny said half-coughing and giggling, "Female Intuition."
I ignored Dean and Seamus who were escaping our conversation along with some other people. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to be surprised with their question.
"The way he's been treating you. What did he mean 'if I only knew'," Harry asked, his eyes acquiring a darker green mist.
"Have you been talking to him?" Ron said, straightening up as if he had just discovered the key to the 'mystery.'
"I do not know what he meant, and you know me better to know that I would not talk to him without having a good reason!" I said, raising my voice, and telling half of the truth.
They suddenly seemed embarrassed for assuming that there was something going on. I felt sorry for lying to them, but hopefully they would understand if I told them later on. They still were suspicious especially Harry, but they had their reasons.
I lingered with Harry and Ron while they played a game of chess. I solemnly had promised myself that I wouldn't think about Malfoy. Sadly, every time I pictured Malfoy, he was wearing a death eater's haunting black cloak. Nevertheless, Ginny appeared every few minutes to tell me how much time I had to talk to him. The urge to be with him overwhelmed me to the point that it was extremely nerve racking.
"Forty five minutes," Ginny stressed.
"Shut that trap of yours!" Ron clamored at his sister, trying to concentrate.
"Forty four minutes and thirty seconds," Ginny said anxiously.
I jolted to my feet and threw my book on the table.
"Feeling alright?" Ron questioned, regarding me worriedly.
"Where are you going?" Harry said skeptically.
"Back to my room…uhhh, save me a seat for the game," I said nervously exiting the room.
"I thought you were going to "study" for the exams 8 weeks in advance," Ron said laughing.
"Oh she'll be studying," Ginny added cheerfully, "A bit of Chemistry and Biology as the Muggles would call it."
"What?" Harry said, not catching on.
"Nothing," Ginny said shaking her head.
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I was standing at the corner of the hallway, which was next to my room and Malfoy's. He still hadn't arrived from the Slytherin practice. How long did they practice! Particularly on the day of a game! Snape must be pressuring them after their close defeat by Hufflepuff. I paced in my spot, not knowing what to say when I would see him. I was about to give up and escape to the Gryffindor room, when I bumped into someone in the hallway. I looked up and noticed Malfoy's steel eyes watching me with disgust. He pushed me back and murmured something incomprehensible before walking towards his room. Why did he have to be such a fucking bastard? The mystery surrounding Malfoy was yet to be solved and understood by all of mankind, I told myself sarcastically. I observed the empty halls and decided to take the risk. I swiftly moved between Malfoy and the door before he could open it.
Now that I'm down on my knees, begging for change
Look down at the water
"Granger, I don't have time for this immature attitude of yours!" he growled, his eyebrow arching dangerously. He pushed me roughly aside and slammed the door of his room loudly behind him.
Before I jump in
To find I was sinking fast, in all that might have been
The one chance to be normal around someone and I blasted it! I stood in front of his room, cursing myself for being a fool. I should have said yes to him that day. Should Have. Regrets fulfilled my mind with thoughts of a deviant life. In the end, regrets are the glass barrier dividing me from the future. I paused in my spot but was shocked when I heard his door reopen behind me and his arm pull me harshly into his room. He gently hurled me onto the wall and gripped my wrists steadily against the door. I couldn't make out the expression on his face because of the darkness of the room.
"Speak fast, Granger, I don't have time to waste,' he said, nonchalantly. He released the grip of his hands off my wrist as soon as I began to lament in pain. My eyes adapted to the darkness of his room and I saw him waiting for my answer, refusing to look at me.
"My answer is yes." I said faintly.
He briskly turned around in surprise, and said mildly, "What?"
"Yes," I stuttered.
"What do you mean by yes?" he retorted. "Yes, I slept with Harry. Yes, I hate you Malfoy, I want to see you rot in hell, Malfoy." He continued to mimic my voice.
You can see now my hands are tied, and I surrender
So I'll wait here for your final answer, your final answer
Unexpectedly, I extended my toes and intentionally fell against him. Pressing my lips against his. He grasped my waist and teased my lips open, reaching deeper. Caught up in the lust of the moment, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carefully moved his hands to undo my robes.
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Malfoy's POV
I untied the clasp to her robes as she undid my shirt. I threw her body against my bed. Finally, I said to myself, but still couldn't believe her answer. With a swift gesture of my hand I undid the clasp of her bra.
"We are meeting in the Slytherin Common Room, bring your things. Mr. Malfoy?" Snape's voice interrupted, knocking on my door.
"Bloody idiot," I gasped while nibbling the edge of her ear.
"Malfoy?!" she said stroking my hair. "The match is starting soon!"
"I'll miss it!" I said casually, amused by "Granger".
"Mr. Malfoy!" Snape repeated.
"No! He'll come inside!" she said, worried, concealing her body with the black satin sheets on my bed.
"Death Eaters have horrible timing," I said repulsively.
Her face paled, and I realized what I had just said. I raised myself over her with my arm and kissed her tenderly on her forehead. Her cheeks regained their color, and she joined me next to the door.
"Fuck him," I grumbled, coarsely putting on my robes. I answered the door slightly only to see Snape's face, "Yes sir?"
She lingered behind the door as my hand stroked her hair.
Snape looked awkwardly at me, and watched my arm moving oddly behind the door. "I suggest that you put on the robes for the game. Is something wrong?"
"Of course, sir," I said, enjoying the puzzled expression on Snape's face. "No. Well, bye." I slammed the door on his face.
"You should change," she murmured.
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"As you like, my lady," he said, kissing me roughly on my lips. I walked after him, while studying his room. It was dark and there was only a shimmer of light coming from the curtains. There was a black trunk lying near his bed.
He reentered the room with his white shirt fully open as he began to button his shirt and leaned over me. "Who are you rooting for?" he asked, putting his robes on.
"Gryffindor, as usual, even if they're not playing," I responded, fixing the top of his robes while he prepared his broom.
"Gryffindor! Any girl would cheer for their boyfriend if he were the Quidditch Captain of his team," he said, offended.
I was aroused by the "boyfriend" part. Never had I pictured Malfoy and I being a couple in a thousand-no a billion years.
"Malfoy, I'm still a Gryffindor," I said proudly.
He leaned against the top of his broom and robbed one of my hands and kissed my fingertips while examining my reaction mischievously. He paused at the last fingertip and smoothly lied the tip against his tongue. He released my hand and put it behind my back and said in a serious manner, "I'd prefer you to call me by my first name."
He kissed me on my forehead and then on my neck.
"Stay as long as you want," he said.
"Draco, are you staying for the holidays?" I asked quietly.
He briskly threw back his head as if the thought had never occurred to him. "I'll think about it but my trip back is already planned," he answered coolly, abruptly leaving me.
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Hermione's POV
All right, I admit that I did not expect Draco to stay behind, but I was hoping that he would. I joined Harry and Ron just as they were exiting their rooms for the match. We walked out onto the overcrowded Quidditch field. Everyone seated themselves and we waited anxiously for the Slytherin and Ravenclaw players to appear on the fields. Harry tapped on my shoulder in the midst of the loud screaming.
"So, did you see Malfoy?" Harry asked unexpectedly, observing me with a blank expression.
"What do you mean?" I responded, covering my neck properly with my Gryffindor scarf.
He didn't reply and completely redirected his attention to the players arriving on the field. The Slytherins had finally made their appearance on the field and were lead by Draco. Each player wore a face of scorn as the favorites, Ravenclaw, advanced from their own side.
The game started well for the Slytherins and most of the audience was focused on Draco's new style of flying.
"Wonder what has gotten into him," Ron said to the other members of the Gryffindor team as Malfoy dodged a Bludger.
"Same here," Harry said faintly, staring at me, "I wonder who it is." He stood up and quickly left us on the benches.
"What was that about?" Ron asked me, watching Harry walking away.
I shrugged, partly because I wanted to forget about it. I knew that he had suspicions about Malfoy and me.
In the end, the Slytherin team won the game and they cheered for Draco since he caught the Snitch. The Slytherins praised him and he arrogantly pushed away Pansy. I lost him in the crowd when he vanished behind a curtain to talk with Snape.
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There wasn't much celebrating on the Slytherin side because everyone was in a rush to complete last minute packing. I seated myself near Harry and Ron as the Gryffindors started to carry their trunks to the Grand Hall.
"Why did you leave?" Ron asked, while munching on a chocolate frog.
Harry shook hi head, and sat stiffly next to me. This was the first time he had acted in this cold manner towards me. Generally it was Ron who had the bad temper and avoided me for long periods of time.
"A game of chess?" Ron asked Harry, grabbing a box.
"No thanks," Harry replied, stretching his legs onto the table in front of the fire.
Ron waved his arm towards Dean and left us alone. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't stand the silence and finally spoke up, "Ravenclaw played a good game, I was hoping they would win instead of those slime balls."
He nodded in agreement. He cleared his throat as if initiating the silence again. He pushed his head further into the sofa's cushion and turned to face me. He paused and said, "I'm sorry Herm, I've been acting like a real bastard these past few days."
I reddened at the thought of his suspicions and glanced up at him. "It doesn't matter," I said as he grinned.
"There are some rumors that Snape is not going to be here for the holidays. He's supposedly planning to go tropical this year," Harry laughed, changing the subject to enlighten the mood.
"Really? Coconuts and a beach?" I said, pretending to be surprised.
"Yes, hope that it's not a nude beach, he'll frighten the entire population," Ron said, joining our conversation.
"Bad thought!" I said, shivering at the thought.
Ginny sat down nearby on the floor and said, "They say that salt water works wonders with greasy hair."
"Did you see who's staying?" Dean asked Ginny, who had just arrived from the Grand Hall.
"All the Slytherins are leaving, even Malfoy," she responded quickly.
So he decided not to stay. Although I was still striving to get over the whole Draco and me ordeal, I was disappointed. Was he just manipulating me and being his usual arrogant self, or was there a solid reason for him to leave?
"That reminds me," I said, not wanting to look upset with the Slytherins being away, "Need to study."
"WHAT!" Ron yelled, "What the fuck will you study for?"
"We're not having a test for another three weeks!" Harry laughed, nudging me in the shoulder.
"Three weeks! That's not enough time!" I said, collecting up my books.
They all looked at me with their mouths open.
"What? I'm joking!" I laughed, shaking my head.
"All this is making me hungry," Ron said, patting his stomach.
We went together to get some food from Dobby and walked towards the Grand Hall with two plates full of chocolate brownies.
"Did you have the time?" Ginny asked, lowering her voice.
I was about to answer when Ron halted in front of us and we almost all collided into each other.
"You're still here?" Ron scoffed.
I heard a loud derisive sneer. "Shouldn't eat too much chocolate Weasley, you're already having trouble flying that third class broom of yours."
Draco's blondish hair appeared and his eyes flickered towards me and than back to Ron, who was gritting his teeth. He hadn't left. He wasn't wearing his robes but a dark thin green turtle neck sweater that outlined the different contours of his muscles and a pair of black leather pants that would drive any girl crazy. He walked quickly past me and his eyebrows raised when he glanced at me.
Ginny caught the look, but fortunately the others hadn't noticed. I subconsciously followed the others back to the Gryffindor room.. I fidgeted with a few of my books, thinking of a way to exit the room without arousing suspicions.
"Damn! I forgot to give Professor McGonagall her list!" I lied in a panicked voice.
"I'm sure she can wait," Harry laughed at me as he tugged on the sleeves of my robes to sit down.
"No, it was due two days ago, I better go talk to her," I said, leaving all my books in the common room and precipitating towards my room. I did not feel like knocking on his door in case any one happened to pass by. Therefore, I went to my balcony and threw open the doors. I found myself alone, breathing the crisp frosty winter air.
I jumped when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. "Did I scare you?" Draco's voice asked, looking down at me, grinning.
"You stayed," I said, lying my head against his chest.
"Snape had a fit," he said, turning me around.
"Is that what you were talking to Snape about?" I asked, resting my hand on his face. I admired his face and the way his eyebrows arched at an irrelevant thought, the way his eyes glinted darkly, his strong jaw, and his voice that sent shivers up my spine. I recognized how tense his body was against mine and how he searched the night sky endlessly.
"You're quite attentive," he said, stroking his hair, and finally fervently locking our lips. I could not help but desire the warmth of his hands as they slid up my back. However, one question still lingered in the back of my mind.
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Draco's POV
"What's wrong?" Hermione whispered after releasing her lips.
"What's wrong? I'm a Malfoy! You're nothing but a muggle… " I hissed, gently pushing away. Her mystical chestnut eyes reflected the anguish caused by my attitude.
"Yes and you should get rid of that snobbish attitude," she barked back, putting her hands across her waist and leaving to enter her room.
"Mione, I didn't mean it like that," I sneered, grabbing her by the waist to stop her.
She turned around and looked at me. "Then what did you mean?"
"I should have left, there isn't anything keeping me here," I answered briskly.
Hermione looked at me disgustingly and cursed, "Don't you fucking come next to me." She threw open her door and paused, waiting for a response.
"I cannot understand you! What do you want me to say?" I asked frustratingly.
"I hate you," she said, silently turning around. Her eyes were fighting off tears.
She repeated the same words and delicately hit me on my chest until I finally grasped her hands together.
Is there love without hate ?
Is there pleasure without pain?
"Do you?" I said, wondering if she really meant it.
"You keep hurting me and I return to you," she murmured, pushing my hands away.
I have seen all my mistakes
"I didn't mean it in that way. It would have been better if I had left," I said calmly, turning my back on her because I didn't want to face her tempting vulnerable state. " I'm hurting you more by staying here than if I went back home."
"That's not what you said a few hours ago," her tiny voice responded.
I clutched the railing of the balcony, attempting to let the pain drift away. It was the first time that I felt pain and it wasn't from my father torturing, but from her agony.
"Did you ever have any feeling for me, or was this all just a game," she asked, more forcefully.
I cast you out, but now, I want you back
So light me up again, cause my heart is turning black
I strolled over to her and glanced at her. I had never known that it existed until I met Hermione and yet, she waited for my answer in the crucial silence that divided us.
Remember the night you wore that dress
It flowed through our lips
Drink after drink and kiss after kiss
I'm still holding on, day after day
Don't run away
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Hermione's POV
He observed me, allowing more pain to seep into my veins. I looked away because I couldn't bear to gaze at his ghostly face emitted no emotions.
"It wasn't a game," he mumbled, "A few weeks ago, I would loathe just being in the same room with you. That has changed. You've changed me, the way I think, the way I feel." He paused, as if struggling to continue. His face was darkened as he continued. "I hated you. I wanted to kill you, more than Potter. I wanted to hurt you badly, but now I… I love you," he said murmuring his last three words. The three words that I didn't expect to hear him say left me in shock. Draco removed my tears with the tip of his thumb.
"Then why?" I breathed my words.
He removed his hands from my face quickly and his face became emotionless once more. "I will never be Potter or Weasley. I will never treat you properly," he said.
"I don't care if you're not them," I said in desperation.
"But… I will hurt you, don't expect me to change," he replied casually.
"Draco," I pleaded softly.
He grabbed my wrist viciously. "Well then, how about if I told you that I was a Death Eater?" Those words stabbed me as I remembered my deepest fear. He noticed the fear rekindling in my eyes. "That's right! I'm a Death Eater," he said hoarsely. He studied my face and said, "Do you think that I want to send you through hell? Torture you to the point that the blood in your mouth tastes like water because you're so use to it? Or how about if I chain you in a dark chamber and let you die of starvation without the sound of a human voice for days?"
I couldn't respond, he pushed me against the door of my room.
"I'd be damned if Voldemort ordered me to kill you," he said releasing me and allowing me to stumble to the bottom of the cold frozen floor.
He observed my tears speechlessly and slumped down and sat near me.
"I'm not a Death Eater," he said in a softer tone, embracing his arms around my shoulders and lying my head against his chest. "I was supposed to enter Lord Voldemort's cult in two days, but I guess not."
I shuddered at this dreary thought. He acknowledged my fear and caressed my neck.
"Do you want to become one?" I uttered, closing my eyes, hoping for him to say no.
"You've got to joking!" he said, grinning.
"Is that a yes or a no?" I asked, ceasing to breathe.
"Yes I would love to obey another person's commandments," he said mockingly, "No!"
I inhaled in relief and moved my body closer to the inviting warmth of his rigid body.
"However that doesn't mean that I don't hate Potter," he said playing with my hair.
" Do you want to kill him?" I asked, resting my lips on his neck.
"I would kill him if you wanted me to," he said, "If he keeps flirting with you the way he's doing now, I'll have to put a stop to the "Boy who Lived."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, raising my head.
"Oh com'on. The lover boy has been looking at you twenty four seven," he said smirking, as if making a plan.
"You're paranoid," I explained to him, standing up.
"If he lays a single hand on you…,"Draco warned. He gradually stood up and locked our lips for another kiss. I opened the door to my room and invited him in for the first time.
I want love to carry me through
Can you tell me what I'm supposed to do
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Harry's POV
I approached Professor McGonagall's about my Firebolt and quickly questioned her about Hermione.
"Professor, would you by an chance to know where Hermione is?" I asked accompanied by Ron.
"I'm afraid that I haven't seen her, Mr. Potter since yesterday when she gave me some papers," McGonagall answered.
"She told me that she had to give you something," I said, shocked that Hermione still hadn't gone to Professor McGonagall after she left us five hours ago.
"No, she gave me the list yesterday," McGonagall replied, motioning to Snape for something.
"Neither was she at dinner," Ron said, suddenly attentive about Hermione's whereabouts, after McGonagall left impatiently.
"Nor was Malfoy," I muttered. I glanced over at Ron, who only seemed to be getting the picture about Malfoy and Hermione.
"No way!" he said, shocked, his mouth open, "She wouldn't betray us to that lousy filthy bastard ferret!!"
"Let's pay Herm a visit, and see what she's up to," I said bitterly.
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Malfoy's POV
Hermione flopped down on her bed as I gently laid my knees beside her legs and glanced down at her. "You're the only Slytherin who's still here," she commented, stroking my hair and hypnotizing me with her eyes.
"How ironic," I replied, bending to explore the different curves of her heavenly body with my lips. "They're probably all attending my supposed inauguration."
"Your father will be angry at you," she said anxiously, as she laid her head on my chest and covered her body protectively.
"I won't be able to hold it off for long. Sooner or later he'll be demanding that I take leave from school." I said, fondling her right breast.
"What are we going to do?" she asked innocently, staring up at me.
I laughed at seeing Hermione Granger worrying about me. "Lucius should know better than to think that I, his own son, will surrender without yielding a little taste of what he has taught me," I said, kissing her hands.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on her door and a voice from the hallway shouted, "Hermione, open the door!"
I cursed, "What the fuck is up with these bloody interruptions!"
"We know you're in there," said Weasley.
"Harry, Ron," Hermione murmured, her face paler than usual.
"We'll just pretend that we're not here, that's it," I said, trying to calm her down. I lay back against her pillow.
"They know my password, they'll come inside," she said quietly, giving me a nudge as she picked up her clothes on the side of the bed.
"WHAT?" I hissed, jumping into my pants. "That's why you don't fucking give it to them – oh but of course, they're your best friends. Do you bloody sleep with them too?"
"Shut the hell up," she answered, her eyes a revolting reddish color. She was already in her clothes, and leading me to the balcony door.
"Wait, I'm coming!" she yelled back nervously when she heard Potter's warning that he was about to open the door. She yanked a nearby towel and wrapping it around her hair. "Wait! I just got out of the shower!"
I kissed her hastily but froze when I saw Potter and Weasly's figures appear near the door. Both had faces of horror as they looked towards us.
I'm extremely sorry for this chapter coming out late~~'. (I've been adding more to this chapter every few weeks). First the Math exam, then a stupid science fair project. To make it even worse, I won a gold medal and now I have to make my project even better, (ah well I'm missing two days of school ^^). I'm not sure what to write next because this chapter really sucked and was way too long. I even started to hate Hermione towards the end. Anyhow, I'm starting a fic for the humor category and hheheeh ~ gets evil thoughts.~ Oh yes and I have a huge obsession for Legolas from Lord of the Rings, so any one who wants to e-mail me about him, please do. ~drools~ Tata!