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A/N: Anywayz, as I said before, I'm uploading everything up to chapter 6. Seven and eight will be put up at once cuz they're both short, but well... A good insight on the characters right now.
The faster we're falling,
We're stopping and stalling,
We're running in circles again
Just as things were looking up
You said it wasn't good enough.
But still we're trying one more time.
-Sum41; In Too Deep
Chapter 5
Groggily, Hermione is brought back to reality as cold water hits her skin. Looking around, dazed, she sees Draco above her, hovering, and screams.
He keeps still until she stops, "Done?"
She looks around. Why am I naked in a bath with him over me? She thinks to herself. Gazing up at him, her mouth burning in pain from the earlier offence, she spits out the words slowly, lacing them with her anger. "Fuck you."
He looks slightly amused at this. She had guts, but not brains when it comes to fighting. Most people would've just shut up, stopped whatever they were doing. But no, she had to have that stupid Gryffindor streak in her. Brave, ha. More like stupid.
Taking a cloth, wet with water, he wipes her face, talking quietly. "You shouldn't have provoked me."
"You shouldn't have read my journal." She retorts, biting back whimpers of pain from him cleaning her chin. Gently, she looks down at her stomach, groaning at the giant bruise. "I hate you." She mumbles.
"Love you too Darling," he comments, cleaning the cut dangerously close to the swell of her breasts.
Blushing, she takes the damn cloth away from him, cleaning the cut herself.
Watching her with interest, he sighs, leaning back on the toilet seat, eyes closed. "I don't enjoy beating people."
She makes a gruff sounding noise, "That's what you do for a living, remember?"
He smiles weakly, "That's what my family does, not me necessarily." He takes the cloth from her, hanging it on the sink counter. Resting his back and getting comfortable, he sighs. Finally getting up, without warning, he starts stripping. Hermione turns away from him, rubbing her sore muscles. Looking back though, she sees him easing himself in carefully. Raising her brow, she stretches to one side, Draco to the other.
Settling back in the water, groaning with pleasure as the water and bubbles sweep up his chest, giving Hermione a chance to look at him. "Couldn't wait, could you?" He shakes his head no, splashing a small amount of water at her in return. "Draco, you confuse the hell outta me."
He grins, still not looking at her, "I'm supposed to. One of the family things I do."
She shakes her head, glaring at him. "I still hate you."
"Good." Is his only reply. She splashes water at him, smirking, "Still on a first name basis, I hope?"
He nods, yawning slightly. His eyes droop as he looks at her. She can't help but feel a pang of guilt at this, "Not enough sleep?"
He shakes his head no. "Never enough sleep when I'm busy worrying about you."
"Worrying?" she asks him cynically.
"Yeah."
She rolls her eyes at him, "Stop wasting your time, I can take care of myself. Without your help."
"Whatever," he mumbles.
Hermione, irritated, but still in a playful mood splashes water at him, "Wanna play truth or dare?"
He looks at her, head still resting against the porcelain wall. "Why would I want to do that?"
She shrugs at him, "Just an idea…" Yawning, Hermione leans back also, hoping, but not worrying about, that the bubbles covered her upper half.
Draco looks at her, blue eyes pale and blank, "Do you think we have a destiny, or that we make our own future?"
Hermione looks surprised at this, leaning forward slightly off of the wall, "I think it's both. I think we have a fate, but that we constantly change it… So it's both…" She shrugs, "What about you?"
He looks down, hands resting on his kneecap as he rubbed it, cringing at the bruise from falling. "My father says we have a destiny, and that mine is to carry on the family traditions…" He sighs, ticking them off on his fingers, "Become a Deatheater and follow 'He-who-must-not-be-named,' find a decent wife who can have plenty of children." He shudders slightly at that one. "And of course take revenge on anyone who gets in my way."
She looks at him quizzically; "You forgot confusing me."
He laughs slightly, "True."
"Sounds lovely, I'm sure." She says sarcastically. She almost felt sorry for him when he talked about having his entire life planned for him with the dotted line at the bottom.
He looks at her, loathing almost, "Have your life planned yet?"
She shakes her head, "Mum and dad said to do what I wanted. Maybe travel…" She looks off into space, sighing almost dreamily.
He laughs at her, suddenly realizing who he was sitting in the tub with. "Wouldn't this be a headline at school."
Hermione nods, "Yeah… Harry would be pissed beyond all normal beliefs."
"Are you two…?" He questions carefully. Everyone knew that Potter had a thing for Granger, but whether she had one for him was always up for debate.
"No, an' I don't wanna be with him either." Her voice is lower then it had been.
Feeling almost sorry for her, he actually changes the subject, "Still up for the truth and dare game?" He grins with a mischievous glint in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning for a smile.
She smirks in return, "Always."
"Good then I'll go first. Truth or dare, Miss Granger?"
She grins at him, pushing bubbles at him, "Well, I think I'm gonna go with a truth for now Mr. Malfoy."
He reclines, thinking, finally, he leans forward again, looking at her, smiling brightly, "Well Miss Granger, are you, or are you not, a virgin?"
Hermione answers easily, "I most certainly am, Mr. Malfoy. Now, which will you have Sir, truth, or dare?"
He grins. "I knew you were… And I'd like a dare, if you don't mind."
She smiles wickedly, "Hmmm… This could be interesting Mr. Malfoy."
She looks at him questionably, "How long can we make these last?"
He looks thoughtful, "Until I leave, I don't want these dragged into Hogwarts."
She nods, "Okay then… For the rest of the time you're here, I dare you to sleep in the same bed as me at night." She quirks a brow at him, seeing the look of slight shock. He hadn't been expecting that, What is she getting at, he wonders.
"Dare accepted… Now for your turn… Truth or Dare?"
She raises her hand, laden with bubbles and blows them at him. "Let's see… Another truth?"
Draco laughs at her, "Wuss."
She shrugs, waiting for his question.
"Well… Do you actually find me attractive?"
She grins, "Yes Mr. Malfoy, I do." Blushes slightly, "Quite attractive… Until I realize it's you." She slides her leg up and down his, watching him register her movement.
He takes his turn in raising his eyebrows at her, "Well Miss Granger, I do say you're getting quite daring."
"Learnt from the best." She winks at him, blowing more bubbles at him.
He sighs, looking at her, wondering why he had to hate something so beautiful. Maybe it was the bubbles, or the way she was rubbing his leg, but he was about ready to call a truce if it meant that he could touch her like she was teasing his leg.
She grins at him, seeing she was having the exact effect she wanted.
"Truth or dare, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Truth."
She considers. She might not get this chance again. After a while,
Draco sighs. He'll make it easier for her. "Ask two if you'd like."
She smiles sheepishly; mumbling that she couldn't decide which. He nods, waiting.
"Are you a virgin?"
Draco nods, "If that gets around school, I'm coming after you."
She shakes her head, "Don't worry, it won't." She stops briefly; "If you had a chance…" She stops, wary. She knew she was on rough lands with this, "If you had the chance… to sleep with me, would you?" She hurries and says the last part, wanting it out before she could take it back.
He looks at her, smiling inwardly. It must be on her mind. Else wise she wouldn't have brought it up. Shrugging, he states, "Depends."
"On what?" she asks quietly after a moment.
"Places… Times…" After a long pause, he mumbles, "Feelings." He smiles weakly at the last one, standing up and out of the water. Hermione instinctively turns away. Feelings? She was confused yet again by his logic. But that's how he liked it. That's how he wanted it to stay. No matter what, he wanted the opposing hand in the game.
She calls after him again, "Why'd you hit me?"
He looks away, "It's a family thing." He lies. But really, it was because he didn't want her to know about how much he cared. How much he thought about her. How much he wanted to hold her.
The next week passed uneventful. Hermione steered clear of Draco, but couldn't avoid him at night. He kept to the dare, sleeping in the same bed, but keeping a wary distance. He wanted to curl up next to her, feel her body against his in the night, but not once did he move close. Only once did his voice falter when he asked her to move further from him. Only once did it not hurt to look at her.
Her dreams became more vivid, her period not the only thing scaring her. The blood became so real she began to fear sleep. She'd stay up reading something, anything to get her mind off of the smell of blood, and that man haunting her… His blank eyes, such a faint shade of blue, reminding her of Draco… So little emotion in their depths, chilling her to her bones.
The bags under her eyes became more and more defined, finally causing Draco to take action. When he awoke to her still awake in the darkness of 3 am, he knew something was wrong. He knew that something had to be done.
Sitting down, sliding the book away from her as she sat at the kitchen table, he looks at her with a slight glimmer of worry in his eyes. Hermione, too tired to notice or care, slumps in her chair, "Go away Draco."
"'Mione, what's wrong?"
"I'm just not tired." She twiddles her fingers.
"Is it the dreams?" she nods her head. She hated being afraid of some stupid dream, but she didn't have much choice did she? Looking up at him, she starts to tremble noticeably. "'Mione… What's so scary, they're just dreams… Aren't they?"
She looks him dead in the eyes; "They're warnings… I'm going to die soon… And you're gonna do it…" She looks down and away now, her mouth numb.
"I wouldn't kill you…"
She takes his hand, "Someone's making you."
He places his hands on her temples. "Relax Hermione… I'm going to try and help."
Breathing deeply, he begins to mumble under his breath. Recognizing it as the Dark spell, one which allows the user to see another's thoughts. She breathes heavily. Surprised he knows it. Leaning into him slightly, she feels an itch in her head, like something is moving around in there…
The pain he feels as he enters her thoughts almost causes him to yell and recoil. Regaining control of himself, he looks around. Seeing a memory of himself and her, he whimpers to himself as he feels the pain he caused her. It was like he was her now. And then the dream came. Pushed back into the corner of her mind, away from daily thoughts, but close enough to haunt her.
† It was dark, as it always was in the Forbidden Forest. Owls hooted to him, and animals pawed the ground restlessly. He saw himself and Hermione in the grove, talking. She was clinging to him, begging. "You have to go…" His whisper carried on the wind. "I won't leave you…" Her image replied. Then he heard it. The sound of another. A man came, and in a flash, she was pulled away from his grasp. He heard her cry, he heard himself, he felt dizzy. The man spoke to Draco in an alluring voice, "Very good… You brought her with you…" It echoes in his head, the blood pounding in his ears. "You know what to do to her… do it, now! Before the moon has passed and the unicorn blood is wasted!" The voice was scratchy, but he knew who it was. He had always known that voice, he couldn't forget it. His image hesitated only a second before pointing the wand at Hermione. He saw her lips move; forming silent words which he thought no one could ever utter to him... The three words sent his mind in turmoil. Closing his eyes, he hears her cry out, as the Dark curse of eternal payment rings through her. Eating her from the inside out, blood splatters as she falls, limp to the ground, like a rag doll would… He hears himself gag as the man whispers to him, words piercing though his thoughts… "Very good my son…" †
He jerks back from her, ending his trip in her head as suddenly as it had began. She slumped forward, out cold from the side effects as she put her weight against him. Picking her up, he takes her upstairs, lying her on the bed. He disliked her at times, but not so enough to kill her.
Or did he?
He pushed the thoughts from his head. Wrapping her in the blankets, he crawls in beside her, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her through the night… All night, he could only see the picture of himself throwing the spell at her, and his father standing and watching…
The dream came again to her… But it was different. Hermione was still scared, knowing she'd end up dead, but in the end she didn't… Draco had fought against the mans words, and now, as she looked around the clearing, Draco lay dead, and the man vanished…
A/N: Hehe, I liked working on the dream. XD Anywayz, no shout outs for now. See, now, in the end, I can kill either one of them. Should one of them die? (Manical laughter...) The dream was better in italics -.-'
A/N: Anywayz, as I said before, I'm uploading everything up to chapter 6. Seven and eight will be put up at once cuz they're both short, but well... A good insight on the characters right now.
The faster we're falling,
We're stopping and stalling,
We're running in circles again
Just as things were looking up
You said it wasn't good enough.
But still we're trying one more time.
-Sum41; In Too Deep
Chapter 5
Groggily, Hermione is brought back to reality as cold water hits her skin. Looking around, dazed, she sees Draco above her, hovering, and screams.
He keeps still until she stops, "Done?"
She looks around. Why am I naked in a bath with him over me? She thinks to herself. Gazing up at him, her mouth burning in pain from the earlier offence, she spits out the words slowly, lacing them with her anger. "Fuck you."
He looks slightly amused at this. She had guts, but not brains when it comes to fighting. Most people would've just shut up, stopped whatever they were doing. But no, she had to have that stupid Gryffindor streak in her. Brave, ha. More like stupid.
Taking a cloth, wet with water, he wipes her face, talking quietly. "You shouldn't have provoked me."
"You shouldn't have read my journal." She retorts, biting back whimpers of pain from him cleaning her chin. Gently, she looks down at her stomach, groaning at the giant bruise. "I hate you." She mumbles.
"Love you too Darling," he comments, cleaning the cut dangerously close to the swell of her breasts.
Blushing, she takes the damn cloth away from him, cleaning the cut herself.
Watching her with interest, he sighs, leaning back on the toilet seat, eyes closed. "I don't enjoy beating people."
She makes a gruff sounding noise, "That's what you do for a living, remember?"
He smiles weakly, "That's what my family does, not me necessarily." He takes the cloth from her, hanging it on the sink counter. Resting his back and getting comfortable, he sighs. Finally getting up, without warning, he starts stripping. Hermione turns away from him, rubbing her sore muscles. Looking back though, she sees him easing himself in carefully. Raising her brow, she stretches to one side, Draco to the other.
Settling back in the water, groaning with pleasure as the water and bubbles sweep up his chest, giving Hermione a chance to look at him. "Couldn't wait, could you?" He shakes his head no, splashing a small amount of water at her in return. "Draco, you confuse the hell outta me."
He grins, still not looking at her, "I'm supposed to. One of the family things I do."
She shakes her head, glaring at him. "I still hate you."
"Good." Is his only reply. She splashes water at him, smirking, "Still on a first name basis, I hope?"
He nods, yawning slightly. His eyes droop as he looks at her. She can't help but feel a pang of guilt at this, "Not enough sleep?"
He shakes his head no. "Never enough sleep when I'm busy worrying about you."
"Worrying?" she asks him cynically.
"Yeah."
She rolls her eyes at him, "Stop wasting your time, I can take care of myself. Without your help."
"Whatever," he mumbles.
Hermione, irritated, but still in a playful mood splashes water at him, "Wanna play truth or dare?"
He looks at her, head still resting against the porcelain wall. "Why would I want to do that?"
She shrugs at him, "Just an idea…" Yawning, Hermione leans back also, hoping, but not worrying about, that the bubbles covered her upper half.
Draco looks at her, blue eyes pale and blank, "Do you think we have a destiny, or that we make our own future?"
Hermione looks surprised at this, leaning forward slightly off of the wall, "I think it's both. I think we have a fate, but that we constantly change it… So it's both…" She shrugs, "What about you?"
He looks down, hands resting on his kneecap as he rubbed it, cringing at the bruise from falling. "My father says we have a destiny, and that mine is to carry on the family traditions…" He sighs, ticking them off on his fingers, "Become a Deatheater and follow 'He-who-must-not-be-named,' find a decent wife who can have plenty of children." He shudders slightly at that one. "And of course take revenge on anyone who gets in my way."
She looks at him quizzically; "You forgot confusing me."
He laughs slightly, "True."
"Sounds lovely, I'm sure." She says sarcastically. She almost felt sorry for him when he talked about having his entire life planned for him with the dotted line at the bottom.
He looks at her, loathing almost, "Have your life planned yet?"
She shakes her head, "Mum and dad said to do what I wanted. Maybe travel…" She looks off into space, sighing almost dreamily.
He laughs at her, suddenly realizing who he was sitting in the tub with. "Wouldn't this be a headline at school."
Hermione nods, "Yeah… Harry would be pissed beyond all normal beliefs."
"Are you two…?" He questions carefully. Everyone knew that Potter had a thing for Granger, but whether she had one for him was always up for debate.
"No, an' I don't wanna be with him either." Her voice is lower then it had been.
Feeling almost sorry for her, he actually changes the subject, "Still up for the truth and dare game?" He grins with a mischievous glint in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning for a smile.
She smirks in return, "Always."
"Good then I'll go first. Truth or dare, Miss Granger?"
She grins at him, pushing bubbles at him, "Well, I think I'm gonna go with a truth for now Mr. Malfoy."
He reclines, thinking, finally, he leans forward again, looking at her, smiling brightly, "Well Miss Granger, are you, or are you not, a virgin?"
Hermione answers easily, "I most certainly am, Mr. Malfoy. Now, which will you have Sir, truth, or dare?"
He grins. "I knew you were… And I'd like a dare, if you don't mind."
She smiles wickedly, "Hmmm… This could be interesting Mr. Malfoy."
She looks at him questionably, "How long can we make these last?"
He looks thoughtful, "Until I leave, I don't want these dragged into Hogwarts."
She nods, "Okay then… For the rest of the time you're here, I dare you to sleep in the same bed as me at night." She quirks a brow at him, seeing the look of slight shock. He hadn't been expecting that, What is she getting at, he wonders.
"Dare accepted… Now for your turn… Truth or Dare?"
She raises her hand, laden with bubbles and blows them at him. "Let's see… Another truth?"
Draco laughs at her, "Wuss."
She shrugs, waiting for his question.
"Well… Do you actually find me attractive?"
She grins, "Yes Mr. Malfoy, I do." Blushes slightly, "Quite attractive… Until I realize it's you." She slides her leg up and down his, watching him register her movement.
He takes his turn in raising his eyebrows at her, "Well Miss Granger, I do say you're getting quite daring."
"Learnt from the best." She winks at him, blowing more bubbles at him.
He sighs, looking at her, wondering why he had to hate something so beautiful. Maybe it was the bubbles, or the way she was rubbing his leg, but he was about ready to call a truce if it meant that he could touch her like she was teasing his leg.
She grins at him, seeing she was having the exact effect she wanted.
"Truth or dare, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Truth."
She considers. She might not get this chance again. After a while,
Draco sighs. He'll make it easier for her. "Ask two if you'd like."
She smiles sheepishly; mumbling that she couldn't decide which. He nods, waiting.
"Are you a virgin?"
Draco nods, "If that gets around school, I'm coming after you."
She shakes her head, "Don't worry, it won't." She stops briefly; "If you had a chance…" She stops, wary. She knew she was on rough lands with this, "If you had the chance… to sleep with me, would you?" She hurries and says the last part, wanting it out before she could take it back.
He looks at her, smiling inwardly. It must be on her mind. Else wise she wouldn't have brought it up. Shrugging, he states, "Depends."
"On what?" she asks quietly after a moment.
"Places… Times…" After a long pause, he mumbles, "Feelings." He smiles weakly at the last one, standing up and out of the water. Hermione instinctively turns away. Feelings? She was confused yet again by his logic. But that's how he liked it. That's how he wanted it to stay. No matter what, he wanted the opposing hand in the game.
She calls after him again, "Why'd you hit me?"
He looks away, "It's a family thing." He lies. But really, it was because he didn't want her to know about how much he cared. How much he thought about her. How much he wanted to hold her.
The next week passed uneventful. Hermione steered clear of Draco, but couldn't avoid him at night. He kept to the dare, sleeping in the same bed, but keeping a wary distance. He wanted to curl up next to her, feel her body against his in the night, but not once did he move close. Only once did his voice falter when he asked her to move further from him. Only once did it not hurt to look at her.
Her dreams became more vivid, her period not the only thing scaring her. The blood became so real she began to fear sleep. She'd stay up reading something, anything to get her mind off of the smell of blood, and that man haunting her… His blank eyes, such a faint shade of blue, reminding her of Draco… So little emotion in their depths, chilling her to her bones.
The bags under her eyes became more and more defined, finally causing Draco to take action. When he awoke to her still awake in the darkness of 3 am, he knew something was wrong. He knew that something had to be done.
Sitting down, sliding the book away from her as she sat at the kitchen table, he looks at her with a slight glimmer of worry in his eyes. Hermione, too tired to notice or care, slumps in her chair, "Go away Draco."
"'Mione, what's wrong?"
"I'm just not tired." She twiddles her fingers.
"Is it the dreams?" she nods her head. She hated being afraid of some stupid dream, but she didn't have much choice did she? Looking up at him, she starts to tremble noticeably. "'Mione… What's so scary, they're just dreams… Aren't they?"
She looks him dead in the eyes; "They're warnings… I'm going to die soon… And you're gonna do it…" She looks down and away now, her mouth numb.
"I wouldn't kill you…"
She takes his hand, "Someone's making you."
He places his hands on her temples. "Relax Hermione… I'm going to try and help."
Breathing deeply, he begins to mumble under his breath. Recognizing it as the Dark spell, one which allows the user to see another's thoughts. She breathes heavily. Surprised he knows it. Leaning into him slightly, she feels an itch in her head, like something is moving around in there…
The pain he feels as he enters her thoughts almost causes him to yell and recoil. Regaining control of himself, he looks around. Seeing a memory of himself and her, he whimpers to himself as he feels the pain he caused her. It was like he was her now. And then the dream came. Pushed back into the corner of her mind, away from daily thoughts, but close enough to haunt her.
† It was dark, as it always was in the Forbidden Forest. Owls hooted to him, and animals pawed the ground restlessly. He saw himself and Hermione in the grove, talking. She was clinging to him, begging. "You have to go…" His whisper carried on the wind. "I won't leave you…" Her image replied. Then he heard it. The sound of another. A man came, and in a flash, she was pulled away from his grasp. He heard her cry, he heard himself, he felt dizzy. The man spoke to Draco in an alluring voice, "Very good… You brought her with you…" It echoes in his head, the blood pounding in his ears. "You know what to do to her… do it, now! Before the moon has passed and the unicorn blood is wasted!" The voice was scratchy, but he knew who it was. He had always known that voice, he couldn't forget it. His image hesitated only a second before pointing the wand at Hermione. He saw her lips move; forming silent words which he thought no one could ever utter to him... The three words sent his mind in turmoil. Closing his eyes, he hears her cry out, as the Dark curse of eternal payment rings through her. Eating her from the inside out, blood splatters as she falls, limp to the ground, like a rag doll would… He hears himself gag as the man whispers to him, words piercing though his thoughts… "Very good my son…" †
He jerks back from her, ending his trip in her head as suddenly as it had began. She slumped forward, out cold from the side effects as she put her weight against him. Picking her up, he takes her upstairs, lying her on the bed. He disliked her at times, but not so enough to kill her.
Or did he?
He pushed the thoughts from his head. Wrapping her in the blankets, he crawls in beside her, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her through the night… All night, he could only see the picture of himself throwing the spell at her, and his father standing and watching…
The dream came again to her… But it was different. Hermione was still scared, knowing she'd end up dead, but in the end she didn't… Draco had fought against the mans words, and now, as she looked around the clearing, Draco lay dead, and the man vanished…
A/N: Hehe, I liked working on the dream. XD Anywayz, no shout outs for now. See, now, in the end, I can kill either one of them. Should one of them die? (Manical laughter...) The dream was better in italics -.-'
