Immortal
By Cedar1
A/N hello again! Have been tryin to figure out the next few chapters and its been drivin me a bit crazy. I kinda knew what I wanted in the beginning and the end but the middle was completely hazy (..an early apology if the story starts turning a bit crap). But was rather happy with myself a few days ago cos I wrote the final chapter, so hopefully that will give a bit of an incentive to carry on * cross fingers * Any way enough of my pointless drivel, please read on and pleaaaaaase review. Cheers!!
Disclaimer: of course harry potter ain't mine u mad hatters!
Chapter 10: All Mine.
Her eyes fluttered open, and the panicked pupils darted from side to side, trying to see where she was. But all she could see was black. Her heart was starting to beat faster, her breathes coming out in short gasps. Where the hell was she? Hermione tried to get up but intense bolts of pain shot up her aching body at the attempted movement. As seconds passed her eyes began to adjust to the enveloping dimness, squinting she could make out the separating curtains of the hospital ward, the trolley holding Madame Pomphrey's various miracle cures. Gradually recent memories played out in her head; Harry's forgiving eyes, Draco's exquisite touch followed by the stinging sensation of his lips moving on her own and finally everlasting black lines engraved in pale silk. It was this image that remained emblazed in her mind. She screwed her eyes, her facial muscles twitching with the exertion, desperate to eradicate the darkness that was clouding her mind. How could he do that to her?
"Bastard!" she yelled. The intense feelings held within each letter of the word were enough for her voice to shatter the silence, the curse bouncing of the walls that surrounded her.
An answer to her statement was not what Hermione was expecting, but it was what she got as at last the shadowy figure lurking in the background decided to present itself.
" I presume you would be talking about me."
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Draco leaned against the cold stonewalls, his eyes trained on the girl curled up in crisp white bed sheets. The head of curls resting on her right arm, as her breathe escaped in a regular, calm-inducing rhythm, opposing the sound of his racing heart. He had been here for a couple of hours, watching mutely, waiting for her to wake up. She could have ruined everything with the two small words, 'Draco, death eater' that's why he had to do it. To throw her off the broom. His eyes had followed the path of her descent with the taste of her still on his lips, the smell of her perfume intoxicating his senses. His fingernails had dug into his palm as his hands seized ever more tightly onto his broom, resisting the desire to chase after her, save her. He didn't want to lose the one person that had pushed his heart to the point of bursting with a single kiss. But at the same time the words of his father echoed in his head,
" Love is a weakness Draco, don't be blinded by it." In the backdrop had sat the blonde figure of his mother, foundation hiding a black -eye, for a moment of weakness always had be followed by one of strength. Did he want to become his father? A powerful, rich...selfish, hateful man. The voices in his head argued, overshadowing the noise of her fear filled screams. Making up his mind he was about to fly down to her but then he saw it, Potter diving through the sky trying to grab her. He had barely missed, and Hermione had landed on the ground with a bone cracking thump. But from that minute on Potter and Weasely had never left her side, each clutching a limp arm whispering prayers to ensure her safety from death's door. It was then that he realised that fate had answered his inner turmoil. He was never meant to be at Hermione's side, worrying about her, that was Potter and Weasley's job, that's why he had taken so long to act and why Potter had reached out for her first. His role in her life was different, it had been drummed into him ever since he was born, he was destined to destroy her and everything she stood for. Seeing what he thought was the truth, he had skulked in the background waiting for Potter and Weasley to leave her so he could be there when she woke. He had to make sure she wouldn't say anything, he couldn't let her destroy him ...that wasn't the way it was meant to be. However subconsciously he admitted that she was doing just that, for each time he refused the desire to love her, a cell in his heart died.
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" Get the fuck away from me you twisted bastard!" Hermione screamed, as he made his way out of the shadows. Ignoring the pain, she flipped onto her side desperate to find her wand on the table. But as her fingers scoured the surface of the bedside table, to her horror she realised that her one weapon was not by a side, and that she was once again defenceless against him. So instead she turned to plan B...to scream until her lungs burned. But no sooner than she had opened her mouth he had swooped to her side, forcefully silencing her with his powerful lips. Her mind was yelling at her to resist, to fight the pressure his lips and tongue were applying to her mouth but she was too weak, and her body let her down, opening slackly to receive him. At first the kiss was as fevered as the one shared in the air, but as he realised that she was no longer opposing him the force vanished leaving behind a series of gentle mind-numbing touches.
The sound of bruising flesh against bruising flesh was punctuated by low, throaty sighs of bliss and to her chagrin she found that it was her that was releasing the gasps of satisfaction. She wanted more than what he was giving her and for the first time she felt herself initiating a change. And as her head rose to push onto his lips, he moved away abruptly an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. However he remained only millimetres from her, his breath caressing the curves of her parted lips before dipping through the gap and entering her mouth. His warmth merging with her enclosed warmth. An invisible kiss, to end.
" Now, now Hermione there is no need to start shouting."
It only took that one phrase to shake Hermione out of her enraptured state, and collapse once again to the fury that had built up within her. " No need! NO FUCKING NEED! YOU'VE TRIED TO KILL ME!"
The accusation did nothing to break down the calm composure of Malfoy, but she swore she saw a flicker of guilt pass in his eyes. " I did give you plenty of warning. But you just had to push it one step further. So I had to show you. Show you that I can't be fucked over by a mudblood cretin such as yourself." He stroked her burning cheek tenderly with his cold fingers, almost like a parent speaking to a child after giving out a severe punishment.
But Hermione was no child, and she wasn't prepared to accept his defence. " I'll do whatever I want Malfoy! I'm not going to take orders from a blonde haired ferret such as yourself. I will tell Dumbledore and anyone else I want to, anything that will lower you to the dirt where you belong. Kill me if you want, it'll be worth it when they haul your wimpy ass to Askaban." Her eyes withheld his, blazing with the challenge.
A challenge that Draco was more than willing to counteract against. " Listen here Hermione, don't mess with someone that you're fated to lose against. I could torture you in a million ways without killing you." His fingers pulled back the white bed sheet leaving Hermione's upper half exposed to the chilly atmosphere of the hospital ward. Although desperate to escape the confines of her bed to preferably somewhere in the world that was as far away from Malfoy as possible, she found herself unable to move. Her legs and arms had become paralysed, as she watched with fear-filled fascination his movement. Deftly his fingers began to undo each of the buttons, unfastening Hermione's pyjama top. Skimming briefly over her chest he undid the final button, and cast the cotton to the side. He now had a full view of her broken body, the blue- green bruises marring the smooth creamy flesh.
" I could hurt you again and again, physically until your body screams with agony." To highlight his point he brutally pressed on one of the more prominent marks above her navel. She hissed, as a sharp pain exploded in her abdomen. " What's more is that I could fuck your mind up so much, that you don't know who you are anymore." In a sudden move Hermione felt the wetness of his tongue caress the same spot that he had just harmed so cruelly. She couldn't help but sigh, as his mouth danced over her skin quenching the fire that had ignited beneath it just seconds before. Her head reflexifly rolled back onto the pillow as he ascended upwards, tenderly seeing to each and every one of her wounds. Her hands itched to fly to his hair, so she could wind her fingers round the fine strands ensuring that he never separated from her flesh. But a voice within her kept reminding her how much he had done to hurt her, and instead her hands were scrunching up the sheets beneath her. Knuckles turning whiter and whiter, as he moved onto the swells of her breasts.
Trapped in moments of agonising ecstasy she was slow to realise his breath was now heating the curve of her ear, as his hands began to replace the movement of his lips on her body. " See what I can do to you. I'm everything you despise and hate in this world, yet all you'll be able to think about is my flesh against your own. I can drive you into madness, and nobody will know the cause of it because you will be too ashamed to admit to them that you moan under a death eater "
Hermione could feel herself tearing about at the seams, as the words he spoke ripped through her, for he was speaking the truth and it was killing her. The cold air suddenly hit her heated skin, as he lifted himself off her. Retreating back to the darkness where he came from he whispered one final sentiment in the air,
" I own you Hermione, all of you."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N I know this is a shorter than usual, but it just seemed like a good place to stop. So its once again time for me to plea that you review...so 'hem, hem' ( in manner of well-loved, or not character)..
"PLEASE REVIEW!!"
Big hugs to those who reviewed last time Mesmer, Thalion1, Serpent du Feu, and Noisyaime
By Cedar1
A/N hello again! Have been tryin to figure out the next few chapters and its been drivin me a bit crazy. I kinda knew what I wanted in the beginning and the end but the middle was completely hazy (..an early apology if the story starts turning a bit crap). But was rather happy with myself a few days ago cos I wrote the final chapter, so hopefully that will give a bit of an incentive to carry on * cross fingers * Any way enough of my pointless drivel, please read on and pleaaaaaase review. Cheers!!
Disclaimer: of course harry potter ain't mine u mad hatters!
Chapter 10: All Mine.
Her eyes fluttered open, and the panicked pupils darted from side to side, trying to see where she was. But all she could see was black. Her heart was starting to beat faster, her breathes coming out in short gasps. Where the hell was she? Hermione tried to get up but intense bolts of pain shot up her aching body at the attempted movement. As seconds passed her eyes began to adjust to the enveloping dimness, squinting she could make out the separating curtains of the hospital ward, the trolley holding Madame Pomphrey's various miracle cures. Gradually recent memories played out in her head; Harry's forgiving eyes, Draco's exquisite touch followed by the stinging sensation of his lips moving on her own and finally everlasting black lines engraved in pale silk. It was this image that remained emblazed in her mind. She screwed her eyes, her facial muscles twitching with the exertion, desperate to eradicate the darkness that was clouding her mind. How could he do that to her?
"Bastard!" she yelled. The intense feelings held within each letter of the word were enough for her voice to shatter the silence, the curse bouncing of the walls that surrounded her.
An answer to her statement was not what Hermione was expecting, but it was what she got as at last the shadowy figure lurking in the background decided to present itself.
" I presume you would be talking about me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco leaned against the cold stonewalls, his eyes trained on the girl curled up in crisp white bed sheets. The head of curls resting on her right arm, as her breathe escaped in a regular, calm-inducing rhythm, opposing the sound of his racing heart. He had been here for a couple of hours, watching mutely, waiting for her to wake up. She could have ruined everything with the two small words, 'Draco, death eater' that's why he had to do it. To throw her off the broom. His eyes had followed the path of her descent with the taste of her still on his lips, the smell of her perfume intoxicating his senses. His fingernails had dug into his palm as his hands seized ever more tightly onto his broom, resisting the desire to chase after her, save her. He didn't want to lose the one person that had pushed his heart to the point of bursting with a single kiss. But at the same time the words of his father echoed in his head,
" Love is a weakness Draco, don't be blinded by it." In the backdrop had sat the blonde figure of his mother, foundation hiding a black -eye, for a moment of weakness always had be followed by one of strength. Did he want to become his father? A powerful, rich...selfish, hateful man. The voices in his head argued, overshadowing the noise of her fear filled screams. Making up his mind he was about to fly down to her but then he saw it, Potter diving through the sky trying to grab her. He had barely missed, and Hermione had landed on the ground with a bone cracking thump. But from that minute on Potter and Weasely had never left her side, each clutching a limp arm whispering prayers to ensure her safety from death's door. It was then that he realised that fate had answered his inner turmoil. He was never meant to be at Hermione's side, worrying about her, that was Potter and Weasley's job, that's why he had taken so long to act and why Potter had reached out for her first. His role in her life was different, it had been drummed into him ever since he was born, he was destined to destroy her and everything she stood for. Seeing what he thought was the truth, he had skulked in the background waiting for Potter and Weasley to leave her so he could be there when she woke. He had to make sure she wouldn't say anything, he couldn't let her destroy him ...that wasn't the way it was meant to be. However subconsciously he admitted that she was doing just that, for each time he refused the desire to love her, a cell in his heart died.
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" Get the fuck away from me you twisted bastard!" Hermione screamed, as he made his way out of the shadows. Ignoring the pain, she flipped onto her side desperate to find her wand on the table. But as her fingers scoured the surface of the bedside table, to her horror she realised that her one weapon was not by a side, and that she was once again defenceless against him. So instead she turned to plan B...to scream until her lungs burned. But no sooner than she had opened her mouth he had swooped to her side, forcefully silencing her with his powerful lips. Her mind was yelling at her to resist, to fight the pressure his lips and tongue were applying to her mouth but she was too weak, and her body let her down, opening slackly to receive him. At first the kiss was as fevered as the one shared in the air, but as he realised that she was no longer opposing him the force vanished leaving behind a series of gentle mind-numbing touches.
The sound of bruising flesh against bruising flesh was punctuated by low, throaty sighs of bliss and to her chagrin she found that it was her that was releasing the gasps of satisfaction. She wanted more than what he was giving her and for the first time she felt herself initiating a change. And as her head rose to push onto his lips, he moved away abruptly an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. However he remained only millimetres from her, his breath caressing the curves of her parted lips before dipping through the gap and entering her mouth. His warmth merging with her enclosed warmth. An invisible kiss, to end.
" Now, now Hermione there is no need to start shouting."
It only took that one phrase to shake Hermione out of her enraptured state, and collapse once again to the fury that had built up within her. " No need! NO FUCKING NEED! YOU'VE TRIED TO KILL ME!"
The accusation did nothing to break down the calm composure of Malfoy, but she swore she saw a flicker of guilt pass in his eyes. " I did give you plenty of warning. But you just had to push it one step further. So I had to show you. Show you that I can't be fucked over by a mudblood cretin such as yourself." He stroked her burning cheek tenderly with his cold fingers, almost like a parent speaking to a child after giving out a severe punishment.
But Hermione was no child, and she wasn't prepared to accept his defence. " I'll do whatever I want Malfoy! I'm not going to take orders from a blonde haired ferret such as yourself. I will tell Dumbledore and anyone else I want to, anything that will lower you to the dirt where you belong. Kill me if you want, it'll be worth it when they haul your wimpy ass to Askaban." Her eyes withheld his, blazing with the challenge.
A challenge that Draco was more than willing to counteract against. " Listen here Hermione, don't mess with someone that you're fated to lose against. I could torture you in a million ways without killing you." His fingers pulled back the white bed sheet leaving Hermione's upper half exposed to the chilly atmosphere of the hospital ward. Although desperate to escape the confines of her bed to preferably somewhere in the world that was as far away from Malfoy as possible, she found herself unable to move. Her legs and arms had become paralysed, as she watched with fear-filled fascination his movement. Deftly his fingers began to undo each of the buttons, unfastening Hermione's pyjama top. Skimming briefly over her chest he undid the final button, and cast the cotton to the side. He now had a full view of her broken body, the blue- green bruises marring the smooth creamy flesh.
" I could hurt you again and again, physically until your body screams with agony." To highlight his point he brutally pressed on one of the more prominent marks above her navel. She hissed, as a sharp pain exploded in her abdomen. " What's more is that I could fuck your mind up so much, that you don't know who you are anymore." In a sudden move Hermione felt the wetness of his tongue caress the same spot that he had just harmed so cruelly. She couldn't help but sigh, as his mouth danced over her skin quenching the fire that had ignited beneath it just seconds before. Her head reflexifly rolled back onto the pillow as he ascended upwards, tenderly seeing to each and every one of her wounds. Her hands itched to fly to his hair, so she could wind her fingers round the fine strands ensuring that he never separated from her flesh. But a voice within her kept reminding her how much he had done to hurt her, and instead her hands were scrunching up the sheets beneath her. Knuckles turning whiter and whiter, as he moved onto the swells of her breasts.
Trapped in moments of agonising ecstasy she was slow to realise his breath was now heating the curve of her ear, as his hands began to replace the movement of his lips on her body. " See what I can do to you. I'm everything you despise and hate in this world, yet all you'll be able to think about is my flesh against your own. I can drive you into madness, and nobody will know the cause of it because you will be too ashamed to admit to them that you moan under a death eater "
Hermione could feel herself tearing about at the seams, as the words he spoke ripped through her, for he was speaking the truth and it was killing her. The cold air suddenly hit her heated skin, as he lifted himself off her. Retreating back to the darkness where he came from he whispered one final sentiment in the air,
" I own you Hermione, all of you."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N I know this is a shorter than usual, but it just seemed like a good place to stop. So its once again time for me to plea that you review...so 'hem, hem' ( in manner of well-loved, or not character)..
"PLEASE REVIEW!!"
Big hugs to those who reviewed last time Mesmer, Thalion1, Serpent du Feu, and Noisyaime