Chapter 4MH
Awakening from the oddest sleep ever, she almost screams, seeing Draco sleeping in her chair. Looking under her blanket, she's welcomed by the sight of her period, greeting her. So that's why I smelt blood... Getting up she pulls on her pants, going over to shake Draco. He grunts at her, coming out of a restless sleep as well. Looking at her wearily, he yawns. "Time to get up already?"
"Draco, why are you in my room?"
"You kept screaming my name, and wouldn't stop. I had to wake you up a lot..." He grimaces at her, "What were you dreaming about me, huh? Seeing me naked helped, eh?"
She glares at him, "Seeing you naked does nothing for me." Liar. "I wasn't even thinking about that..." Liar. "I just wanted to freak you out." Liar.
Draco raises a brow at her babbling, "Whatever Hermione."
She sticks her tongue out at him, running downstairs, still in her unbuttoned pants and shirt. Who cares, she thinks. Parents aren't gonna be home for all of the four weeks, so I'm gonna enjoy. Whether he's here or not.
Her parents had told her earlier that they'd be going to the states for the holiday. Family thing, and luckily, she wasn't required to go. But still. Four weeks alone with Draco. Could it get worse?
He watches her run out. Glaring, he thinks to himself that she must run around like that just to annoy him. But was she capable of knowing what an effect women had on him? Even if it was Granger, he'd gladly sleep with her. On other topics though, he thought of a way to get her back.
Walking downstairs in only his boxers, he sits at the table, eating some cereal. Hermione only glanced at him briefly. She knew what he was doing. And she didn't care at all. They could play this game, and she didn't enjoy losing to an amateur. She looks at him, for a second more, running upstairs and getting dressed. Grabbing her coat, she rushes out, "I'll be back later, I have some things to do." He only raised his eyebrows in return, but looked around after she had left.
"This could be interesting..." Putting on some music, rock of course, he wanders up to her room, searching. Finally finding what he wants, he sits down, looking at the diary. Being bewitched, it seems extremely thin, but even he can tell it goes all the way back to first year. Laughing, he reads that she had a crush on Wood.
I had a good seat at quidditch today. God, Oliver Wood is so cute! Too bad he's a fifth year though... If only I wasn't a mudblood maybe... Stupid Malfoy.
The tears were still apparent on the paper. Running his fingers over the rough parchment, he feels a small pang of guilt seeping through him. Stop, he tells himself, She's not worth your pain... Another voice taunts him, So why did you care when she clung to you last night? When she was crying so much you thought she was gonna fill the room? The racing of your heart when she said she was scared, and held onto you for- He cuts the voice off, flipping to a more recent page.
Draco will be staying for break... I can't believe my fathers making me do this. I have to baby-sit him for four weeks! Ugh... Oh well. But still. Word is he's a deatheater... Maybe he'll kill me and end this all for me. That wouldn't be too bad, I guess. Although it probably would give him the satisfaction of being the one to off me finally. Well, I'd be dead; he couldn't rub it in my face at least. He'll be here tomorrow... He's gonna take my extra room. I don't see why. Mom and dad won't be here, so why can't he sleep downstairs? Oh well, I guess I'll just write more tomorrow... Until then...
Looking at her next page, and the date, he sees it's from last night.
Draco and me had a conversation tonight... It was weird; I almost didn't realize who I was talking to. I used the strip spell on him earlier, it was quite amusing. I don't think he liked it much. I'm afraid of writing in here, I know he's a snoop, so I'll give him the credit that he is HOT. Yes. I know. But after all these years, I could finally look past the boy that I hate, and now I see that he is a man after all... I'm kind of curious if he could see me for anything more then a friend...
He blinks, setting the magiced booklet down on the mahogany bed-side table. Wow, he thinks to himself. That was probably the scariest thing he'd ever read in his life. Looking, he sees the small scribbles from this morning.
So it was a dream about him, he smirks. As he reads further though, he goes slightly pale. The person she had described looked just like his father... He laughs at her writing about the blood. Well, that's a good explanation.
Done reading her personal life for now, he slides down the banister, jumping over the back of the couch, and settling down for a good old round of Recess shows. Ahh... The power of children.
But he wasn't a child. He'd seen people killed. He'd killed. He wasn't a child. Not even if he wanted to be.
Hermione crept in quietly; dragging along a young man she'd met at the café.
"Why so quiet?" he asks impatiently. They both only had one interest.
"Brother," she lies.
Draco listens. Humph. Standing up, he walks into the hallway, colliding into Hermione. "Oh, hello dear sister. How do you think dad would react to this?" He smirks, seeing fear creep into her gaze, "You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I would."
The other man, much older then her fidgets. Draco looks at him, "You know she's 16, right?"
He looks at Hermione, "You said you were almost 19."
Draco laughs. "He a muggle, 'Mione?"
She nods, eyes shooting daggers at him. "He is, so keep your yap shut."
"How old are you, man?" Draco asks the still fidgeting man next to him.
"Almost 24," he answers warily.
"Out." Draco says with a bit of wizarding flicking in it. The man almost runs out, scared.
Hermione yells at him, "Why did you do that! Huh? Is it some little fantasy of yours to ruin every day of my break?"
He lets her yell, each of her words pounding into him, one-by-one.
Growling in angst, she punches him in his gut, running up to her room. I hate him, I hate him, I HATE him. She mentally beats him up. Seeing her journal lying on her bed, she yells out, "Draco Malfoy, I'm so going to hurt you!" Running out the door, and right into him, she screams up at him from her spot on the floor, through tears, "Why did you read my journal? Can't you just fucking leave my personal life alone? Haven't you caused me enough pain for now? Why don't you go back to your own damn house and leave me alone? Huh?"
He watches her on the floor. "I read your journal because I could. And no, I can't leave your personal life alone. I'll never be able to cause you too much pain. And I'd much rather be at my house." He kicks her in her stomach, his boot already forming a large black and blue bruise on her stomach.
She cries harder, blood seeping from a cut he'd opened. "You bastard..."
He kicks her in her jaw again, cringing to himself. He didn't want to do this to her. From her dream though, he had to keep her thinking that he'd never do anything to help her. Nothing. That he could just sit back and watch her die. Picking her up by her sleeve, he pushes her against the wall.
Blood flows down her jawline as she struggles against his hold. "I hate you." She spats at him. Sucking in air as he shoves his knee into her gut. She crys out again. God, this hurts... Spitting as much as she can, blood splatters on his face. He socks her again, throwing his weight into it enough to knock her senseless.
Awakening from the oddest sleep ever, she almost screams, seeing Draco sleeping in her chair. Looking under her blanket, she's welcomed by the sight of her period, greeting her. So that's why I smelt blood... Getting up she pulls on her pants, going over to shake Draco. He grunts at her, coming out of a restless sleep as well. Looking at her wearily, he yawns. "Time to get up already?"
"Draco, why are you in my room?"
"You kept screaming my name, and wouldn't stop. I had to wake you up a lot..." He grimaces at her, "What were you dreaming about me, huh? Seeing me naked helped, eh?"
She glares at him, "Seeing you naked does nothing for me." Liar. "I wasn't even thinking about that..." Liar. "I just wanted to freak you out." Liar.
Draco raises a brow at her babbling, "Whatever Hermione."
She sticks her tongue out at him, running downstairs, still in her unbuttoned pants and shirt. Who cares, she thinks. Parents aren't gonna be home for all of the four weeks, so I'm gonna enjoy. Whether he's here or not.
Her parents had told her earlier that they'd be going to the states for the holiday. Family thing, and luckily, she wasn't required to go. But still. Four weeks alone with Draco. Could it get worse?
He watches her run out. Glaring, he thinks to himself that she must run around like that just to annoy him. But was she capable of knowing what an effect women had on him? Even if it was Granger, he'd gladly sleep with her. On other topics though, he thought of a way to get her back.
Walking downstairs in only his boxers, he sits at the table, eating some cereal. Hermione only glanced at him briefly. She knew what he was doing. And she didn't care at all. They could play this game, and she didn't enjoy losing to an amateur. She looks at him, for a second more, running upstairs and getting dressed. Grabbing her coat, she rushes out, "I'll be back later, I have some things to do." He only raised his eyebrows in return, but looked around after she had left.
"This could be interesting..." Putting on some music, rock of course, he wanders up to her room, searching. Finally finding what he wants, he sits down, looking at the diary. Being bewitched, it seems extremely thin, but even he can tell it goes all the way back to first year. Laughing, he reads that she had a crush on Wood.
I had a good seat at quidditch today. God, Oliver Wood is so cute! Too bad he's a fifth year though... If only I wasn't a mudblood maybe... Stupid Malfoy.
The tears were still apparent on the paper. Running his fingers over the rough parchment, he feels a small pang of guilt seeping through him. Stop, he tells himself, She's not worth your pain... Another voice taunts him, So why did you care when she clung to you last night? When she was crying so much you thought she was gonna fill the room? The racing of your heart when she said she was scared, and held onto you for- He cuts the voice off, flipping to a more recent page.
Draco will be staying for break... I can't believe my fathers making me do this. I have to baby-sit him for four weeks! Ugh... Oh well. But still. Word is he's a deatheater... Maybe he'll kill me and end this all for me. That wouldn't be too bad, I guess. Although it probably would give him the satisfaction of being the one to off me finally. Well, I'd be dead; he couldn't rub it in my face at least. He'll be here tomorrow... He's gonna take my extra room. I don't see why. Mom and dad won't be here, so why can't he sleep downstairs? Oh well, I guess I'll just write more tomorrow... Until then...
Looking at her next page, and the date, he sees it's from last night.
Draco and me had a conversation tonight... It was weird; I almost didn't realize who I was talking to. I used the strip spell on him earlier, it was quite amusing. I don't think he liked it much. I'm afraid of writing in here, I know he's a snoop, so I'll give him the credit that he is HOT. Yes. I know. But after all these years, I could finally look past the boy that I hate, and now I see that he is a man after all... I'm kind of curious if he could see me for anything more then a friend...
He blinks, setting the magiced booklet down on the mahogany bed-side table. Wow, he thinks to himself. That was probably the scariest thing he'd ever read in his life. Looking, he sees the small scribbles from this morning.
So it was a dream about him, he smirks. As he reads further though, he goes slightly pale. The person she had described looked just like his father... He laughs at her writing about the blood. Well, that's a good explanation.
Done reading her personal life for now, he slides down the banister, jumping over the back of the couch, and settling down for a good old round of Recess shows. Ahh... The power of children.
But he wasn't a child. He'd seen people killed. He'd killed. He wasn't a child. Not even if he wanted to be.
Hermione crept in quietly; dragging along a young man she'd met at the café.
"Why so quiet?" he asks impatiently. They both only had one interest.
"Brother," she lies.
Draco listens. Humph. Standing up, he walks into the hallway, colliding into Hermione. "Oh, hello dear sister. How do you think dad would react to this?" He smirks, seeing fear creep into her gaze, "You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I would."
The other man, much older then her fidgets. Draco looks at him, "You know she's 16, right?"
He looks at Hermione, "You said you were almost 19."
Draco laughs. "He a muggle, 'Mione?"
She nods, eyes shooting daggers at him. "He is, so keep your yap shut."
"How old are you, man?" Draco asks the still fidgeting man next to him.
"Almost 24," he answers warily.
"Out." Draco says with a bit of wizarding flicking in it. The man almost runs out, scared.
Hermione yells at him, "Why did you do that! Huh? Is it some little fantasy of yours to ruin every day of my break?"
He lets her yell, each of her words pounding into him, one-by-one.
Growling in angst, she punches him in his gut, running up to her room. I hate him, I hate him, I HATE him. She mentally beats him up. Seeing her journal lying on her bed, she yells out, "Draco Malfoy, I'm so going to hurt you!" Running out the door, and right into him, she screams up at him from her spot on the floor, through tears, "Why did you read my journal? Can't you just fucking leave my personal life alone? Haven't you caused me enough pain for now? Why don't you go back to your own damn house and leave me alone? Huh?"
He watches her on the floor. "I read your journal because I could. And no, I can't leave your personal life alone. I'll never be able to cause you too much pain. And I'd much rather be at my house." He kicks her in her stomach, his boot already forming a large black and blue bruise on her stomach.
She cries harder, blood seeping from a cut he'd opened. "You bastard..."
He kicks her in her jaw again, cringing to himself. He didn't want to do this to her. From her dream though, he had to keep her thinking that he'd never do anything to help her. Nothing. That he could just sit back and watch her die. Picking her up by her sleeve, he pushes her against the wall.
Blood flows down her jawline as she struggles against his hold. "I hate you." She spats at him. Sucking in air as he shoves his knee into her gut. She crys out again. God, this hurts... Spitting as much as she can, blood splatters on his face. He socks her again, throwing his weight into it enough to knock her senseless.
