Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters in this story …if I did I wouldn't be stressing out over learning Chemistry with a monster as a teacher(she's heir to the elevator franchise… Dr. Lysy coughpsychopathcough)
Anything in italics is what the character is thinking…
Hermione's POV
Hermione parked her Porshe Boxster covertible on the side of the house and walked to the doorstep of the Burrow. Only two weeks were left until school restarted and she was anxious to see Harry, her boyfriend of 4 months. Harry and Hermione's visit to the Burrow had developed into an annual tradition. It was an excellent chance to spend time with Harry who unfortunately still resided with the Durselys. According to him, they did treat him better ever since a certain warning on Platform 9 ¾ at the end of their fifth year. The Dursleys were still hesitant about visits from any of Harry's friends; including muggles… they suspected that an army of wizards and witches would attack at any given moment.
Before she even knocking, the door was thrown open and one of the twins dashed through doorway.
"Finally! The gods have answered my prayers," he said, plummeting down to the ground and praising the floor, "Release me from this bondage called home!"
What the hell is he talking about? The second twin appeared, "My my," he said, "Please come in. George is my name."
Harry, Ron and Ginny ran down the stairs to see the cause of the commotion.
Harry studied the girl in front of him carefully, "Hermione?"
"HERMIONE?" the others said simultaneously.
She blushed at the attention she was receiving. I guess the makeover has some advantages…but she still wasn't use to the way guys gawked at her. "Well start by giving your girlfriend a kiss?" Hermione asked sweetly. Harry walked over to her and picked up the trunk before bending down and kissing me quickly. She could not help but feel disappointed at his reaction to her arrival. It seemed more like a drawback for him…it's only your imagination Hermione. I hugged Ginny and Ron.
"Don't we get one?" Fred asked, pouting.
"Oh all right," she said, hugging both of the twins (they seemed to take advantage of it.)
"What's this about needing to be rescued from home?" I asked them.
"SHHHHHHHHH," George said, look sideways, "She'll hear."
"You see," Fred said, "Mom's been delaying the business a bit…and we umm…"
"Nearly exploded the house," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Moon crackers," George explained, "We added too much … yup… so mom has put a house locker spell."
"Sorry," Hermione said, "Can't help you."
"You look… different," Ron gulped, saying his last word. His first phrase since her arrival, a mighty accomplishment with the way he was looking.
"I hope that's a good thing," she said, grinning. Hermione was wearing a black skirt with long black boots and a tight lace up shirt.
"At least one thing hasn't changed," Harry said in a sarcastic tone, opening the zipper of one bag, "She's continued her 'light' reading."
"So… Hermione," George said quickly, "Ginny's room is somewhat under construction. So you'll be staying with me."
"You?" Fred said in outrage.
"They each got their own room after some extra money from their store," Ginny explained in a whisper. "But it's not true … about the construction
" Fine, fine, fine," George said, reluctantly.
"I hope you don't mind threesomes, mione," Fred said, winking naughtily at me. Both twins walked off to the kitchen, muttering about something that Mrs. Weasley had made a few minutes ago.
"Better keep an eye on those two, Harry," Ron said. Ginny, tell mum that Hermione is here. We'll go put her bags upstairs. "
They all left, leaving her alone. She walked into the living room and saw the new pictures on the wall. She had always been amazed at how the wizarding world preserved life in their pictures. The house's side door opened and Charlie and Bill walked in carrying their brooms. Their faces were still red from the excitement of the game and they were out of breath.
"Charlie, Bill," she said, acknowledging their presence.
Their heads shot up. "Hey," Charlie said, nearly dropping his broom. His face turned red in embarrassment. He quickly looked me up and down. "You're not any of our brothers' girlfriend?"
"No," she answered, ready to laugh. She was getting quite frustrated of these reactions but …she'd always found something attractive in the two oldest Weasley brother. There's something sexy about taking care of dragons and all those blisters and sores that covered Charlie's hands. Or even Bill with that fiery long hair and rebellious look. Oh bad thoughts. Think good images. I nearly smacked myself on the head after I started to imagine them in just their dragon skin boots and arm cuffs… holding that Quidditch broom of theirs. And I really do mean the flying broom…
"Percy's friend… nah he has bad taste for girls. You must be Fred or George's friend," Charlie said, leaning against the wall.
"Nonsense," Bill said, leaning on the wall "doesn't look like one of those who'd hide magical trolls in the Quidditch box."
"Right," Charlie said, his grip tightening on the handle of the broom. "Then you must be Ron or Ginny's friend."
"It's me," she said plainly, "Hermione."
"HERMIONE?!" Bill said, as surprised as Charlie.
" Yup, remember I spent last Christmas here," she said, refreshing their memory.
" Ah yes, Hermione," Bill said, "You look really …"
"Great," Charlie said, finishing the sentence. "Are you still dating Harry?"
Bill shot him a quick glance. "I mean not that it's not a good thing," Charlie said, correcting himself but his voice failed him.
She nodded, embarrassed by their disenchanted looks.
"How was your game," Harry's voice said, appearing in the room. He encircled his hands around my hips and kissed me behind my ear.
"Fred and George gave us a good workout," Bill said, rolling his eyes. "Sent trolls after us. Remarkable what they can do under that house spell."
"Still in Egypt and Romania?" I asked both older brothers.
"No, working at Gringotts in Diagon's Alley." Bill replied, "Charlie's still based in Romania."
"I wanted to visit Romania during the holidays because of the dragon festivities that are taking place next year." I explained.
"Come stay with me. I just got a new place," Charlie said abruptly.
"Next he'll be describing his bed," Ginny muttered in a distraught voice.
"Sure," I smiled.
He nodded before leaving with Bill.
"You've only been here a few minutes and my brothers look like they're ready to fuck you," Ron said, glancing at Bill and Charlie disgustingly.
"Need to visit my friend," Ginny said abruptly, "See you later." She ran out of the room without another word.
Ron looked hesitantly at Harry and I, "umm… well must see Fred and George about those magic quills for homework." He followed Ginny in the same direction.
"Now that we're both alone…," Harry said, his hands moving down my body. He teased my lips open and kissed me. "Happy that you're back," he said, laying his head on top of mine. She found herself very lucky to have the second most wanted man in Hogwarts, after Malfoy. Harry would have still done pretty well in the woman category without his fame. He was the cute, sensible, handsome Quidditch captain that girls desired to introduce to their parents besides their bed. She had become the envy of girls after we started dating in our sixth year. On the other hand, Malfoy was idolized as the sex god by the female students. Throughout the years at Hogwarts, his reputation had been built from the small pale cowardly boy to the tanned, built, tall and sexy Slytherin Quidditch captain. Sure, she had a boyfriend and despised Malfoy. However, she still had eyes for that sleek blonde hair which any woman longed to dig their fingers in. The perfect jaw and hands that guided the broom to fame in Quidditch at Hogwarts (Harry was still better). His reputation in bed was undoubtedly a golden 'gift' from heaven, as she was told. She wouldn't be surprised if he bedded more than half the school by the end of their last year.
"Do you know?" Harry asked.
"Huh?" she said, coming back to reality.
"Already giving up on the listening skills? You'll need them since you're Head Girl. Do you know who the Head Boy is?" he said, grinning
"Oh. No. Only will find out on our first day," she answered, hugging him, "It's so good to see you."
"Same here," Harry said, "Thought I heard Mrs. Weasley calling us for supper, let's go."
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She woke up the next morning to the orchestra of Mrs. Weasley's pans. Ginny's bed was empty with the bed sheets sprawled across the bed. Mrs. Weasley would not allow Hermione to sleep anywhere close to the other boys in the house after she had seen how they were looking at her.
Luckily, she was not late for breakfast and she reminded herself to set a clock next to my bed.
"Good morning Hermione," Fred said, pulling my chair out.
"Don't know if I should trust you," she said, eyeing his hands on the chair and moving to another seat near Bill.
"Hate how Bill always gets the attention," George muttered to himself. Charlie nodded at him.
"Good morning, Mione," Harry said, walking into the room with Ginny and a flustered Ron following closely behind. He kissed me on the cheek and dragged a chair to sit beside me.
"What are your plans for today," Mr. Weasley asked us, looking over today's Daily Prophet.
"Ron and I wanted to check out the new Firebolt 4500 that's coming out today in Diagon's Alley. Some players from Puddlesmere United will be there seeing that they're each carrying it," Harry said excitedly, looking around the table to hear the continued whisperings from the other brothers. Even Percy, who had returned during their sixth year to the Burrow, lifted his head from a paper he was frantically writing on.
"That's if it's all right with you, mione," Harry said, looking at her for approval. "You can join us if you want."
"Go on, have fun. No thanks. I was planning to visit an old friend of mine," she told them.
"We're taking the car. We can drop you off," Mr. Weasley said.
"Not in the same direction. It's up in Manchester," she explained.
"We'd better go if we want to see it," Charlie said, clapping his hands together in excitement.
"I'll come with you," Ginny said, standing up.
"Have fun, be careful," Harry said, kissing her and jabbing the rest of his toast into his mouth.
All the boys (with the exception of Percy who kept muttering about some 'bloody interruptions') and Ginny left the house with Mr. Weasley.
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"Hermione!" Karina, Hermione's cousin yelled across the sushi restaurant. Karina hugged her hugging before she could say a word. "I'm so glad that you have kept up your new looks."
"Thanks all to you," Hemione said, before seating myself opposite of Karina.
"How's Harry?" Karina asked, "Does he like the new you? Have you… I mean Harry Potter…."
"Yes, no I mean NO NO NO," Hermione said embarrassed. Her voice becoming more timid, " He might like it… haven't asked him really. AND NO WE haven't done anything.."
"But you want to," Karina said inching closer to Hermione.
"Karina I'm surrounded by Ron, his five brothers, the two eldest ones with nice bodies if I might add, and his sister," she said, "Nevermind his parents."
"But besides that it seems like a good idea… I mean make it a family affair if the two older ones are…" Karina said with a mischievous grin.
"KARINA!" Hermione said, making half of the restaurant stare at us in distaste.
"Fine, fine," she said, biting on a California roll, and rolling her tongue on the tip of her chop sticks.
"Stop it!" Hermione warned, nearly laughing to death.
"Hermione," Karina said, "The next time I see you it will either be Harry, Ron or his brothers…"
The meeting went on to similar topics that by the time they were to leave, the men who were sitting nearby were grinning and sending those looks to get across ideas they wouldn't necessarily put into words.
"Until the next time, Mione," Karina said, starting to walk down the street. "Chains are always the best restraint. I'll send you the whip you left at my apartment." She signaled her last farewell.
My cheeks burned as my eyes turned in fascination at the sidewalk, sensing the irritating glare of passerby's. I couldn't help myself from laughing.
It was already ten at night. She cursed herself for missing the train. Right when you really need magic to apparate… stupid school rules about magic. She walked down to the amusement park which had been set up for some festivities. The place was packed with muggles of all ages… entire families had come to participate in the festivities. She remembered her parents taking her when she was four. Hermione smiled sympathetically at a young child who was crying because he didn't meet the requirements of the ride.
Her eyes suddenly lingered on the trees at the end of the park. The branches seemed to have moved… as if something was hiding in it… and than it just stopped. She shook her head, reassuring herself that she was just exhausted. The tall trees loomed ominously over the park, their leaves only stirring with the warm summer breeze. She continued to walk away, yet she shuddered at the feeling of a pair of eyes scrutinizing her every move.
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Draco's POV
He watched her in pure fascination. She's a mudblood. Not worthy of my attention.
Turning to Blaise Zabini, "Send the signal to the others to prepare themselves." He nodded and leaped across to the other tree.
Where is she now? She was near some stupid Muggle device in the form of a giant wheel. That smile of hers… it was so familiar. But he couldn't seem to place a name on her. Those auburn whisps of hair that floated perfectly as she walked. He grasped his wand more tightly, trying to remember that there were more important things at hand. She wore a tight black shirt that exposed her shoulders and a pleaded jean mini skirt.
Her neck. How he would love to bruise it. Tighten his grip until she begged for mercy in that coarse choking voice. Yes, he said to himself, that's not the only place you'd like to hurt her. He licked his lips, like an animal whose hunger overtakes his senses. Suddenly, her large cinnamon eyes swept through the trees.
"Malfoy everything is ready," Zabini said, interrupting my train of thought.
He nodded as the young girl quickened her pace.
"It's time," he said, jumping off the tree branch.
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Hermione's POV
That's when it all started. Screams erupted from all corners of the park, sending chills up my spine. People scurried away from the far end of the amusement park, yelling something about the trees. I froze in my spot, observing a young mother running with her baby wrapped securely in her arms. Her breath quickened and her heart was running a marathon.
Move Hermione.
It had to be an attack from the dark side. Great Hermione, what a perfect time to come here. She placed herself behind a huge cotton candy cart. Death eaters, as she suspected. She was outnumbered. No possible way she could help the people in front of her. Hermione watched in horror as an entire family was killed, including a child of two years. The young boy lifeless eyes stared back at her, questioning her reluctance to help them. Gagging at the sight, her legs went numb.
Run you fool. Get out of there and alert the order!
Wasn't she the lucky one? A pile of cotton candy fell to the floor when she turned away from the sight
"Someone's behind the cart" a man whispered to his partner.
Glancing around quickly, her eyes fell upon a door that was slightly ajar. She dashed into the room and narrowly missed being burnt alive. Damn it! You better hope they didn't see you come in here…a mirror obstacle. God, this just kept getting worst. She started walking through the passageways. It felt like hours until she landed up on her first door… which led to more doors… and more mirrors. Alright Hermione Granger! Get a grip on yourself. Just apparate it's as simple as that. But something was telling her not to.
Click. She found herself in complete darkness. Shit shit shit. They could probably hear her with the way she was breathing. Her body trembled and she voluntarily stopped breathing. Tears streamed down her face, she only took comfort in the room's silence.
That's precisely when she heard a person breathing down her back… her entire body became rigid.
"Lumos," said a deep male voice.
She found herself staring into the mirror… into the deep gray eyes of a masked Death eater, positioned directly behind her. His figure was reflected onto every mirror.
"Stupefy," she yelled turning around, hoping to surprise him. He deflected it but hardly missed it. He twisted her hand behind her back and threw her wand on the floor. Great now what?
"Well well well… quite deceiving to the eye aren't you. A muggle witch," he sneered, but didn't appear to care about the misfortunes of his victim being a witch. He forcefully pushed her against the wall and confined her hands above her head. She struggled against him with all that she could muster but was overmatched in size and strength.
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Draco's POV
Laughing inwardly, he watched her pathetic fight against him.
"Resistance only makes a man more aroused," he stated.
Oh yes, she was being disobedient now but she would learn the rules in due time. Her chest heaved as she gave up, those familiar eyes staring at him insolently. Her hair was completely disheveled, as if she had just tumbled out of bed.
"Fine go on," she said defiantly, "Kill me." He admired her resilience. Many would be begging for their lives in her place. Her eyes welled up with tears, betraying her previously shown courage.
"And spoil all the fun," he said menacingly, shaking his head. He eyed those moist ruby lips. How glorious she would look stripped of her clothes… that soft pale skin against the black satin sheets of his bed. Never mind the blue and purple bruises and marks he'd love to decorate her body with. He grinned mischievously to himself. She's a fucking muggle born. She should beg me to bed her. Then again. Who said muggles couldn't be used as toys….
As if reading his wicked thoughts, she continued her futile fight against him, almost kicking him in a very strategic place. Now she was getting on his nerves. He cupped her sex, issuing a moan from her. He was undeniably going to enjoy this, he told himself. Seizing the opportunity he slid his legs in between hers, making her kicks ineffective. She sat on his thigh as he pushed himself against her body.
"Be a good girl and give me a nice scream," he said.
"Get your filthy hands off me you fucking bastard," she hissed, setting her head to the side.
His hand slid up her skirt, "I know you're enjoying this you dirty mudblood."
"In your dreams," she said as steadily as she could. He took pride in her little gasps of breath between her words. You can't hide it from me.
"Crucio," he said, provoking a high pitched scream from her. Capturing her lips, he forced his tongue down her mouth. That sweet taste of victory. Driving myself against her, he impeded the effect of the spell on her body. Caressing her back, his hand wandered up her shirt to soothe the pain.
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Hermione's POV
The intense pain shot through her back like a bullet. His lips pressed against hers fervently. And as much as she sought to escape the pain … it drifted away as he massaged her neck. Everything felt just right. But it wasn't. He kissed her with such passion that Harry hadn't offered her lately… that she found herself utterly distraught. She tried to resist his kiss and reminded herself what he was. No one had ever kissed her like that. And she was delighted by it. That's what scared her.
She groaned, unable to breathe. This is not going the way I wanted it to. He began to kiss her more roughly, letting go of her hands. His hands roamed her hair as he leaned against another mirror. She couldn't control herself. He's a death eater. He's a death eater. He's so good at this. Her fingers subconsciously wrapped around his neck. He paused and grinned at her actions before continuing.
Think about Harry... he is such a good boyfriend. So caring.
Oh no no no…here was the cue for Hermione's second little nagging voice to step in…
Why was he not spending time with you last night… always giving stupid excuses?
You can't expect him to spend all his living hours with you!
Right, and that's why he wouldn't bother to answer why he hadn't been returning your letters lately…
Hermione moaned loudly in frustration, pushing him on a mirror. His face gleamed mischievously at her behavior. His hands snaked around her slender waist, kissing her collarbone and working his way behind her neck. Her lips pressed against his seemingly placid neck, sending chills up her spine. When he reached her earlobe, he whispered "What's your name."
Her eyes widened, bringing her back to reality. Make it up. The tip of his tongue rolled along her earlobe. Oh gods here we go again.
"You know I could always use force," he said, lifting his wand between them as he continued to enjoy stroking her neck with his tongue.
"Hermione Granger," she murmured, her head caving into his chest.
For just a moment, his body stiffened at her name. The mirror opposite of them did not identify exactly he was doing. Nor could she decipher his emotions when he stepped back, posing his wand to kill her.
His head fell downwards as he fought with himself internally. Slowly tapping the wand on his left arm, she stood rigidly and scanned the ground for her wand. Get the wand. Do something to him. Get the hell out of here. His wand stopped moving. His eyes reverted back to hers. Shit, now he's really going to kill me. His head prodded to the left and he stared at the mirror… as if gazing past the entire building.
He cursed and glanced back at her. Slamming her head on the mirror, he forced his wand into her cheek. This is it. Her tears streamed down her face. Closing her eyes, she waited for those harsh words that would send her to an untimely death.
But it never came.
Her eyes jolted open. A calloused thumb wiped her tears away. Once again his cold heartless eyes gazed back at her. Then as if her skin burned him, he kicked the mirror behind her. The pieces shattered at her feet.
"Stupid bitch," he muttered to himself.
His wand went up again, pointed directly at her. Her whole body went completely numb.
"You need to get out of here," he said steadily. "Accio wand." He pocketed her wand and grabbed her hand.
Leading her to the mirrored room's exit, he debated if this was right.
"Really going to regret this later," he said, shaking his head, "Be glad your blood is not splattered across this room." He paused. "You cannot apparate from here… no one can leave and no one comes in. It's no use telling those fucking idiots we're here and you know of whom I'm talking about. You must follow every single part of my instructions if you want to keep your head in its place. Understand?"
"Yes," I said.
"There's a portkey in the form of a bottle located in front of the theatre. Do you know where that is?" he said, calmly.
Images ran through her head of the amusement park, she nodded.
"You'll land five streets away. Run when I tell you to," he said, as if already regretting his decision.
"My wand?" she said.
He looked at her furtively, and handed it to her rapidly. "Go now, before I kill you."
She opened the door and sprinted towards the theatre.
"There's nothing here," was the last words he heard him yell to some other death eaters. She touched the bottle and was transported to an empty alley.
Resistance only makes a man more aroused … from Ayashi No Ceres… which I took from Dragon's Feast. The best story for H/Dr. Please review… more reviews, the faster I write. Seriously. I have a nice vacation now. Merry x-mas or happy chip day.