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A/N THANKS TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! I LUV YALL AND I HOPE U LIKE IT!!! AS SOON AS I GET AT LEAT ANOTHER TEN REVIEWS ILL POST ON BOTH STORIES....... YES I DO HAVE THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS WRITTEN....
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT
TO MR. SIRIUS BLACK
Chapter 4
A Place You'll Never Find
"I said no. We can hang after classes. Now either introduce yourselves and help me or get out." I heard her warn.
"Fine. I'm Ron Weasley, and this is Harry Potter." I heard whispers and I could almost see people pointing to his forehead.
"Thank you. Draco, I didn't know you were coming. Come in." She had spotted me with the basket. I gulped silently.
I put on my famous smirk and a glare as I entered coolly. Even though I was forced to hate Hermione, Weasley, and Potter... Weasley and Potter went to far in my sixth year.
"I was wondering if I could have a short word with you." Potter and Weasley looked at me with disgust. I returned it with loathing, "Alone."
"Wonderful." She said as she grabbed my hand and led me outside, "What is it?"
"I was going to see if you wanted to have a picnic since your class is almost over. We could talk." I asked hopefully. I had doubted that she could since Potter and Weasley were here.
"I'd love to. I'll tell Harry and Ron that since they are staying for the weekend that they can just see me tomorrow. Just wait for me outside." I nodded to her, grateful for the answer she had given me.
A swarm of students exited the class. I decided now was a good time to enter.
"Why didn't you tell us Malfoy was teaching?" Weasley asked her angrily. She shrugged it off.
"I didn't know. When school started, I didn't have time to owl you long letters." So she didn't think me important enough? No Draco. You wanted to keep whatever you have between you and Hermione.
"Slimy git." I heard Potter add. How dense could they be to not have noticed my arrival.
"Stop it." She fortified me. I smiled at her. They finally turned around and saw me. I glared at them. I lost my demeanor as soon as I saw Hermione.
"I think I won't survive the weekend if I don't tell them we've become friends." My heart sank. Not only did she blow me off. My only true love just called me a friend. Even after our kiss, our talks, everything we shared... I was just another friend.
"Yes." I answered a question that wasn't being asked. I tried to hide my hurt, but failed. She heard my voice quiver.
"Draco, please don't." She told me looking into my eyes. She pushed out Potter and Weasley and looked at me.
"Don't what?" I asked her a bit harsher then I meant to. Once again my hurt voice was evident.
"They've been my best friends for eight years. I haven't told them about anything. You've been my enemy for seven years." Been not were. So that's all she thinks of me? "They think of you as a git."
"So that's what you think of me. I've been your adversary, and I always will be." I didn't think when I said this next part. It was just a reflex to cause pain, "My father was correct."
She stood there blinking at me as if she couldn't believe this was me. She shivered and looked very pale. I sat on a desk in front of her.
"You can't mean that?" It wasn't a statement, it was a question. She thinks of me as an enemy. I will think of her as Mudblood Granger, Potter's sidekick.
"This was for you, you can have it." I threw the basket at her and the small necklace that was veiled inside.
Approximately three years ago on October third. Potter and Weasley cornered me. It was about lunch, so Crabbe and Goyle were eating. Compared to them, I was diminutive, not as developed as I became after the incident.
They blindfolded me, and took me to the lake. They threw me in the water with weights tied to my ankles. I could remember their laughter, as I sank. Luckily, my mother taught me hand magic, otherwise I might have died. They didn't heed.
My scrutiny of them became different. Maybe they meant to get me after, and just give me a scare, but I knew why Severus Snape hated James Potter and Sirius Black so much.
The teachers believed it was just some harmless prank. Weasley was of course a Prefect while Potter was just Potter. They got out of it with fifty house points each and a detention.
You can go to Azkaban without being culpable, but if you try and slaughter someone you don't get anything. I fell asleep, angry at them all.
I heard a soft knocking on my door. Whoever woke me up was going to suffer a great deal.
"Draco. I didn't mean it like that." I looked at her and smirked. I could do anything to her now.
"What did you mean it like?" I questioned her, not stepping aside to let her inside.
"You aren't my enemy. You were, not anymore. Can I come inside?" She asked me.
"No." I answered leaning on the wall. Her eyes were glowing fiercely now.
"Draco Damien Malfoy. You can't pull this shit on me anymore. I know the true you. If you truly want to be what you were then look into my eyes and tell me to leave you alone forever and I will." I looked to the floor.
"Leave me alone forever." I said not looking at her face. She shook her head sadly and brought my face to her.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth." She had me there. I tried to back away but I just couldn't.
"I love you." I told her truthfully. She smiled and hugged me. She didn't respond, but you could hear her crying.
"I love you, too." My heart leapt up out of my chest. I pulled her inside, and spun her around.
"Where did you leave Potter and Weasley." I asked her finally sitting down after holding her for a great deal.
"I told them to owl me, because I had to go after you. They weren't exactly happy about it. They started screaming like first years." I smiled at the thought.
"I hate them." I said as if I had tasted a bogey Borty Botts Every Flavor Beans.
"Sixth year. I am so sorry about that. I didn't find out until that summer. I left Ron's house and didn't talk to either of them for about a month. You could have died." I smiled and hugged her as tears came to her eyes.
"Don't worry, Herm. I love you too much to leave you." I kissed her lips lightly.
The kiss grew passionate within seconds. I decided to lead her to my bedroom so anything we did do, it was more comfortable.
I kissed her collarbone, and soon was at her breasts. I start to unbutton her shirt bit by bit leading down.
"Draco." I heard her moan. I smiled as I propped her up. I fiddled around with her back as I was playing with her bra clasp. I heard her moan in complaint.
I looked at her before me. She truly was beautiful. Her luscious lips were red and swollen. I worked my way down to her breasts. They were round and just... Perfect. That's what she was perfect.
I took off her skirt and her underwear soon after. I pushed my fingers into her. I saw her buckle and heard her moan. Two fingers moved swiftly inside of her while the other hand was stroking her clit.
I heard her moan my name is ecstasy. I could feel her ready to come, so I pushed out of her.
Before I knew what was happening my robes were gone, along with the rest of my clothes.
She pinched my nipple, and laughed when I shivered. What was she expecting for me to do? It hurt in a good way. I felt myself hard as a rock.
She worked magic on me. I couldn't believe she was a beginner. She had to know it from somewhere. Stop being paranoid.
"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin your life and take your innocence." I asked her as she came back up to kiss me.
"Draco, stop being a fool. I love you. Now I want you in me now. I need you. Please." I heard her plead.
I thrust into her, and instantly felt a barrier being broken. I knew from experience. I heard her cry out in pain.
"Are you okay?" By everyone else they might as well have died. I cared for Hermione too much to not be worried.
She nodded her head to me, and motioned for me to continue. I thrust in and out in slow strokes, between every thrust I said her name lost in ecstasy.
This woman made me lose all control that I had. After the night was finished, we both collapsed into my warm bed. A blanket of sweat covered our bodies. I quietly muttered a contraception charm as we fell asleep.
I woke up in pure bliss. I had been a light sleeper, and it was storming outside. I looked up to see the enchantment showing thunder and lots of rain.
Then I looked over at the angel besides me. I held her protectively like I hadn't with anyone else. She shifted closer to me muttering something inaudible.
A smile graced my face as I held her tightly watching the sky. I had nothing to think about. When I was with her, all bad things left. I sounded like a two year old, but I didn't care. I was in love with her.
"How long have you been watching me?" Years of living in the Malfoy Manor got me used to suddenness that would startle the normal witch or wizard.
"Since about six. I am a light sleeper and it is storming outside." I pointed out the obvious, "I love you."
"I love you, too." I loved her. I loved the way she said she loved me. I loved the way she said my name. I loved everything about her.
"So, do you have to meet Potter and Weasley?" I asked her, not yet letting go of her.
"Tonight. They are actually most likely wondering around the castle looking for any sign of me." I laughed at the image. Any image with Potter and Weasley in a bad situation was a good image.
"Wonderful." I laughed, "I hate them." I repeated myself just in case she had forgotten.
"I know you do, love. They are my best friends though." I couldn't help but question her judgment at that moment. I guess I would have to get used to them at some level.
"What would you like to do today? We've missed breakfast, but we can still make lunch. I could also call in a house elf." I hoped that she had given up the elf rights campaign by now.
"I don't approve of how they are treated, but we can call in Dobby since he gets paid." House elves are just filthy little servants.
"Why did Mr. Malfoy call in Dobby?" He said as he suddenly popped into my bedroom.
"Dobby, it's nice to see you. I'm sorry I haven't had the time to come and visit you." The elf looked at Hermione in my bed. He blinked at the site. I was in pants and she was only covered by pants.
"What is Ms. Hermione doing in Mr. Malfoy's bed?" I hate elf rights. I will curse him if rumors start.
"We would like a plate of sandwiches, two Butterbeers, two sundaes, and a tray of strawberries and whipped cream and chocolate." I said before Hermione could answer.
The elf disappeared with a pop. She looked at me questioningly. I licked my lips and made a mm sound.
"We could try a lot with strawberries." She looked at me worriedly. "I've never done it either." I hadn't. I winked at her as the food appeared.
I walked with her that day. Didn't do anything but walk. We halted as we saw Potter and Weasley.
"Hermione! Malfoy what are you doing?" Weasley asked me trying to pull MY Hermione to him.
"Walking with my girlfriend." I answer holding on to Hermione protectively.
"You what?" They seamed to be without words. I wish I had some kind of camera to record this moment.
"We're in love." Hermione answered like it was one of those cheap, romantic novels. I smiled at the thought. Now I understood why so many people read them.
"This is Malfoy." Stating the obvious Potter. Now maybe we could move on to something we hadn't established.
"Potter, shut up. You really are an annoying little brat. Hermione, we could go visit Hagrid." Anything to get away from these two morons.
"Hagrid?" She whispered to me in surprise. I smiled at her and shook my head. She smiled at me.
"Hermione, you can't trust him. He's just..." Weasley trailed off there mumbling incoherently to himself. I think he's going crazier every day.
"A Malfoy." Potter finished a little too late to make it believable. Hermione pushed me away slightly.
"Harry James Potter, was it or was it not you who almost killed him because of a few names? Ronald Reagan Weasley, was it not you who denied it, then bragged about it to the whole house?" She asked angrily. I held her arms in case she was about to start killing.
"So what if he dies? No one would care." Those words hit me hard. Back then, in some way I had thought it true. My mother cared for me and loved me, I knew, but only to the extent she was allowed without punishment.
"I would care. And I will murder you if you ever say that no one would ever care, because you know it is not true. What part of love don't you understand." I watched her shake me off and slap them both.
"Why didn't you ever give me a chance?" I blinked. Did those words come out of Potter's mouth?
Images suddenly bombarded me. Potter always flirted with Hermione. The hug in the second year. His reaction to the Yule Ball in our fourth year. I heard he was jealous and angry during the Order business when Weasley was alone with her. During the seventh year he hated that she had to go to the dance with me because of my title
"What did you just say Potter?" I asked as I pulled Hermione back to myself to put my arms around her from behind.
"I said that I love her." I watched in horror as MY love walked over close to Potter.
A/N I HOPE U LIKED IT!!! HEHEHE IM TOO EVIL! IM SURE U ALL KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN! IF NOT THEN REVIEW AND I SHALL TELL U!!! IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR TWO (STARTS NEXT CHAPTER) THE PLOT WILL COME OUT...... THE REAL PLOT! I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WITH IT!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NEXT CHAPTER IS MUCH LONGER!!!~~~~~~~~
A/N THANKS TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! I LUV YALL AND I HOPE U LIKE IT!!! AS SOON AS I GET AT LEAT ANOTHER TEN REVIEWS ILL POST ON BOTH STORIES....... YES I DO HAVE THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS WRITTEN....
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT
TO MR. SIRIUS BLACK
Chapter 4
A Place You'll Never Find
"I said no. We can hang after classes. Now either introduce yourselves and help me or get out." I heard her warn.
"Fine. I'm Ron Weasley, and this is Harry Potter." I heard whispers and I could almost see people pointing to his forehead.
"Thank you. Draco, I didn't know you were coming. Come in." She had spotted me with the basket. I gulped silently.
I put on my famous smirk and a glare as I entered coolly. Even though I was forced to hate Hermione, Weasley, and Potter... Weasley and Potter went to far in my sixth year.
"I was wondering if I could have a short word with you." Potter and Weasley looked at me with disgust. I returned it with loathing, "Alone."
"Wonderful." She said as she grabbed my hand and led me outside, "What is it?"
"I was going to see if you wanted to have a picnic since your class is almost over. We could talk." I asked hopefully. I had doubted that she could since Potter and Weasley were here.
"I'd love to. I'll tell Harry and Ron that since they are staying for the weekend that they can just see me tomorrow. Just wait for me outside." I nodded to her, grateful for the answer she had given me.
A swarm of students exited the class. I decided now was a good time to enter.
"Why didn't you tell us Malfoy was teaching?" Weasley asked her angrily. She shrugged it off.
"I didn't know. When school started, I didn't have time to owl you long letters." So she didn't think me important enough? No Draco. You wanted to keep whatever you have between you and Hermione.
"Slimy git." I heard Potter add. How dense could they be to not have noticed my arrival.
"Stop it." She fortified me. I smiled at her. They finally turned around and saw me. I glared at them. I lost my demeanor as soon as I saw Hermione.
"I think I won't survive the weekend if I don't tell them we've become friends." My heart sank. Not only did she blow me off. My only true love just called me a friend. Even after our kiss, our talks, everything we shared... I was just another friend.
"Yes." I answered a question that wasn't being asked. I tried to hide my hurt, but failed. She heard my voice quiver.
"Draco, please don't." She told me looking into my eyes. She pushed out Potter and Weasley and looked at me.
"Don't what?" I asked her a bit harsher then I meant to. Once again my hurt voice was evident.
"They've been my best friends for eight years. I haven't told them about anything. You've been my enemy for seven years." Been not were. So that's all she thinks of me? "They think of you as a git."
"So that's what you think of me. I've been your adversary, and I always will be." I didn't think when I said this next part. It was just a reflex to cause pain, "My father was correct."
She stood there blinking at me as if she couldn't believe this was me. She shivered and looked very pale. I sat on a desk in front of her.
"You can't mean that?" It wasn't a statement, it was a question. She thinks of me as an enemy. I will think of her as Mudblood Granger, Potter's sidekick.
"This was for you, you can have it." I threw the basket at her and the small necklace that was veiled inside.
Approximately three years ago on October third. Potter and Weasley cornered me. It was about lunch, so Crabbe and Goyle were eating. Compared to them, I was diminutive, not as developed as I became after the incident.
They blindfolded me, and took me to the lake. They threw me in the water with weights tied to my ankles. I could remember their laughter, as I sank. Luckily, my mother taught me hand magic, otherwise I might have died. They didn't heed.
My scrutiny of them became different. Maybe they meant to get me after, and just give me a scare, but I knew why Severus Snape hated James Potter and Sirius Black so much.
The teachers believed it was just some harmless prank. Weasley was of course a Prefect while Potter was just Potter. They got out of it with fifty house points each and a detention.
You can go to Azkaban without being culpable, but if you try and slaughter someone you don't get anything. I fell asleep, angry at them all.
I heard a soft knocking on my door. Whoever woke me up was going to suffer a great deal.
"Draco. I didn't mean it like that." I looked at her and smirked. I could do anything to her now.
"What did you mean it like?" I questioned her, not stepping aside to let her inside.
"You aren't my enemy. You were, not anymore. Can I come inside?" She asked me.
"No." I answered leaning on the wall. Her eyes were glowing fiercely now.
"Draco Damien Malfoy. You can't pull this shit on me anymore. I know the true you. If you truly want to be what you were then look into my eyes and tell me to leave you alone forever and I will." I looked to the floor.
"Leave me alone forever." I said not looking at her face. She shook her head sadly and brought my face to her.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth." She had me there. I tried to back away but I just couldn't.
"I love you." I told her truthfully. She smiled and hugged me. She didn't respond, but you could hear her crying.
"I love you, too." My heart leapt up out of my chest. I pulled her inside, and spun her around.
"Where did you leave Potter and Weasley." I asked her finally sitting down after holding her for a great deal.
"I told them to owl me, because I had to go after you. They weren't exactly happy about it. They started screaming like first years." I smiled at the thought.
"I hate them." I said as if I had tasted a bogey Borty Botts Every Flavor Beans.
"Sixth year. I am so sorry about that. I didn't find out until that summer. I left Ron's house and didn't talk to either of them for about a month. You could have died." I smiled and hugged her as tears came to her eyes.
"Don't worry, Herm. I love you too much to leave you." I kissed her lips lightly.
The kiss grew passionate within seconds. I decided to lead her to my bedroom so anything we did do, it was more comfortable.
I kissed her collarbone, and soon was at her breasts. I start to unbutton her shirt bit by bit leading down.
"Draco." I heard her moan. I smiled as I propped her up. I fiddled around with her back as I was playing with her bra clasp. I heard her moan in complaint.
I looked at her before me. She truly was beautiful. Her luscious lips were red and swollen. I worked my way down to her breasts. They were round and just... Perfect. That's what she was perfect.
I took off her skirt and her underwear soon after. I pushed my fingers into her. I saw her buckle and heard her moan. Two fingers moved swiftly inside of her while the other hand was stroking her clit.
I heard her moan my name is ecstasy. I could feel her ready to come, so I pushed out of her.
Before I knew what was happening my robes were gone, along with the rest of my clothes.
She pinched my nipple, and laughed when I shivered. What was she expecting for me to do? It hurt in a good way. I felt myself hard as a rock.
She worked magic on me. I couldn't believe she was a beginner. She had to know it from somewhere. Stop being paranoid.
"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin your life and take your innocence." I asked her as she came back up to kiss me.
"Draco, stop being a fool. I love you. Now I want you in me now. I need you. Please." I heard her plead.
I thrust into her, and instantly felt a barrier being broken. I knew from experience. I heard her cry out in pain.
"Are you okay?" By everyone else they might as well have died. I cared for Hermione too much to not be worried.
She nodded her head to me, and motioned for me to continue. I thrust in and out in slow strokes, between every thrust I said her name lost in ecstasy.
This woman made me lose all control that I had. After the night was finished, we both collapsed into my warm bed. A blanket of sweat covered our bodies. I quietly muttered a contraception charm as we fell asleep.
I woke up in pure bliss. I had been a light sleeper, and it was storming outside. I looked up to see the enchantment showing thunder and lots of rain.
Then I looked over at the angel besides me. I held her protectively like I hadn't with anyone else. She shifted closer to me muttering something inaudible.
A smile graced my face as I held her tightly watching the sky. I had nothing to think about. When I was with her, all bad things left. I sounded like a two year old, but I didn't care. I was in love with her.
"How long have you been watching me?" Years of living in the Malfoy Manor got me used to suddenness that would startle the normal witch or wizard.
"Since about six. I am a light sleeper and it is storming outside." I pointed out the obvious, "I love you."
"I love you, too." I loved her. I loved the way she said she loved me. I loved the way she said my name. I loved everything about her.
"So, do you have to meet Potter and Weasley?" I asked her, not yet letting go of her.
"Tonight. They are actually most likely wondering around the castle looking for any sign of me." I laughed at the image. Any image with Potter and Weasley in a bad situation was a good image.
"Wonderful." I laughed, "I hate them." I repeated myself just in case she had forgotten.
"I know you do, love. They are my best friends though." I couldn't help but question her judgment at that moment. I guess I would have to get used to them at some level.
"What would you like to do today? We've missed breakfast, but we can still make lunch. I could also call in a house elf." I hoped that she had given up the elf rights campaign by now.
"I don't approve of how they are treated, but we can call in Dobby since he gets paid." House elves are just filthy little servants.
"Why did Mr. Malfoy call in Dobby?" He said as he suddenly popped into my bedroom.
"Dobby, it's nice to see you. I'm sorry I haven't had the time to come and visit you." The elf looked at Hermione in my bed. He blinked at the site. I was in pants and she was only covered by pants.
"What is Ms. Hermione doing in Mr. Malfoy's bed?" I hate elf rights. I will curse him if rumors start.
"We would like a plate of sandwiches, two Butterbeers, two sundaes, and a tray of strawberries and whipped cream and chocolate." I said before Hermione could answer.
The elf disappeared with a pop. She looked at me questioningly. I licked my lips and made a mm sound.
"We could try a lot with strawberries." She looked at me worriedly. "I've never done it either." I hadn't. I winked at her as the food appeared.
I walked with her that day. Didn't do anything but walk. We halted as we saw Potter and Weasley.
"Hermione! Malfoy what are you doing?" Weasley asked me trying to pull MY Hermione to him.
"Walking with my girlfriend." I answer holding on to Hermione protectively.
"You what?" They seamed to be without words. I wish I had some kind of camera to record this moment.
"We're in love." Hermione answered like it was one of those cheap, romantic novels. I smiled at the thought. Now I understood why so many people read them.
"This is Malfoy." Stating the obvious Potter. Now maybe we could move on to something we hadn't established.
"Potter, shut up. You really are an annoying little brat. Hermione, we could go visit Hagrid." Anything to get away from these two morons.
"Hagrid?" She whispered to me in surprise. I smiled at her and shook my head. She smiled at me.
"Hermione, you can't trust him. He's just..." Weasley trailed off there mumbling incoherently to himself. I think he's going crazier every day.
"A Malfoy." Potter finished a little too late to make it believable. Hermione pushed me away slightly.
"Harry James Potter, was it or was it not you who almost killed him because of a few names? Ronald Reagan Weasley, was it not you who denied it, then bragged about it to the whole house?" She asked angrily. I held her arms in case she was about to start killing.
"So what if he dies? No one would care." Those words hit me hard. Back then, in some way I had thought it true. My mother cared for me and loved me, I knew, but only to the extent she was allowed without punishment.
"I would care. And I will murder you if you ever say that no one would ever care, because you know it is not true. What part of love don't you understand." I watched her shake me off and slap them both.
"Why didn't you ever give me a chance?" I blinked. Did those words come out of Potter's mouth?
Images suddenly bombarded me. Potter always flirted with Hermione. The hug in the second year. His reaction to the Yule Ball in our fourth year. I heard he was jealous and angry during the Order business when Weasley was alone with her. During the seventh year he hated that she had to go to the dance with me because of my title
"What did you just say Potter?" I asked as I pulled Hermione back to myself to put my arms around her from behind.
"I said that I love her." I watched in horror as MY love walked over close to Potter.
A/N I HOPE U LIKED IT!!! HEHEHE IM TOO EVIL! IM SURE U ALL KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN! IF NOT THEN REVIEW AND I SHALL TELL U!!! IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR TWO (STARTS NEXT CHAPTER) THE PLOT WILL COME OUT...... THE REAL PLOT! I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WITH IT!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NEXT CHAPTER IS MUCH LONGER!!!~~~~~~~~