I don't own any rights to Harry Potter, I did not creature any of the characters, place names (cept for London and Yorkshire and Kings Cross, I didn't create those either, but neither did JK Rowling) or magic spells or any other things, you all know JK Rowling did. Worship her as I do.
"Hermione?"
Her knuckles were already white as she clutched her textbook. She had hoped to avoid everyone she possibly could. It had been two days since the Care of Magical Creatures class. Hermione had gone to the rest of classes. But she had spoken to no one, she hadn't raised her hand in any class, even when McGonagall was looking straight at her in Transfiguration, expecting her to know the proper incantation to turn a quill into a bird. Of course she had, but Lavender had answered instead. Lavender and Parvati had drawn much closer to Hermione lately, probably curious as to why she was involved with Draco, and they were probably hoping for Hermione to open up and tell them any juicy secrets. But Hermione had remained silent, and as soon as the weekend had started, she had hidden herself away in the farthest, most remote corner of the library.
"Hermione!"
Someone tore the book from her hands, forcing her to redirect her attention. It was Harry. Ron was standing behind Harry's shoulder.
Harry didn't look anything remotely like himself. His cheeks were red, his jaw set tightly as if he were gritting his teeth so hard not a breath of air could pass between them. "What the hell is going on? Why did Lavender say that you were probably with Draco when we asked where you were? Why would she say that?" Harry's voice rose and cracked, but he managed to contain himself. He was shaking, he was so confused and angry, he didn't know how to act.
Ron was in a worse way. He was as white as snow. His mouth kept opening and closing, as if he were trying to say something, but his throat wouldn't work. His eyes were darting around madly as he wrung his hands and shifted on his feet, he looked almost hysterical.
Hermione took both of their dispositions in, and quickly hung her head. What was she supposed to do? She had no doubt in her mind if she told them the truth they would go ballistic. Ron looked like he was about to start cursing everything in sight, and she knew Harry would go straight to Draco. She didn't want that. She knew Harry was more powerful than Draco, he had really developed in these past years, but Draco would have no reservations. Draco would not show mercy. If she told them, or if she lied, she lost either way. But if she lied, at least Harry and Ron would probably survive. Unless they went off over that, too.
Shaking her head, Hermione clutched her hands tightly together in her lap. "I, Draco and I... Oh, Harry, Ron, I'm so sorry. I couldn't bring myself to tell you. But Draco and I are..." the words would not come out. The lie tasted so bitter as it rolled off her tongue, she couldn't help but make a face at it all. She couldn't look at them. But they interpreted it in their own way.
Ron was the one to react first. He took a shaky breath, and in the smallest voice spoke, "Well then, I hope you two are very happy together." and with that he turned and walked stiffly away. Hermione could hear in that tiny voice that Ron had broken. She knew he loved her, and she knew he always hated himself for not having the courage to make anything of it. Now he had lost her to his worst enemy. Hermione wanted to call him back, to hold him and just cry, but she held it in, pushing it all down until she felt numb.
Harry just stood there. He couldn't take it in. He wouldn't accept it. Now he was the one who looked like a fish out of water, his mouth gaping wide.
She couldn't stay there, she couldn't stand in her best friend's shadow drowning in such a lie. She couldn't do it. Scraping at her books to gain a grip, Hermione thrust herself forward and around Harry. Her hands were curled into fists at her sides, she barely saw the floor infront of her feet as she hung her head, hiding her face behind her hair. She wanted Harry to call out for her, to come and tell her it was all okay, that he wouldn't let Draco do this, that he'd stop it all somehow. Harry was the one who always saved the day, he always made everything better. She didn't see how he could this time, this wasn't a battle against Voldemort. This was much more complicated. And Harry didn't know how to fight such an enemy.
Hermione had to fight on her own.
She had no idea where she was going. Hallway through to hallway, stairway to stairway, not caring which way the staircases went, or what rooms she passed, she didn't even notice when she walked right through an illusionary wall that wasn't supposed to be there at all. Nothing drew her attention from within until someone spoke from a doorway.
"There's a good girl. So obedient. Weasley looked absolutely devastated, it was delicious."
Without missing a step, without even acknowledging him, Hermione turned and swung her fist at him.
Draco was taken by surprise, and stumbled back into the room, a hand held to his cheek. She had punched him! That wouldn't do at all. His smirk lifted onto his lips, and a chuckled snaked through them. Hermione looked positively murderous as she loomed in the doorway. How adorable! Before she could lift her wand all the way, he knew she would probably stun him, he swept out his own arm and snapped "Accio!". When her wand landed in his hand his smirk crept even higher into his cheek. "You wouldn't want to do anything stupid, darling." he spoke the pet name as if it were sweetly sour, perhaps Draco himself was fighting his own little battle within himself.
Hermione was shaking. She didn't know what to do, her ears were ringing. She hadn't even known she'd drawn her wand until she felt it jerk from her hand and fly to his. She could feel tears stinging at her eyes, she tried to blink them back, but instead they just spilled down her cheeks. She felt like she was falling apart. Ron would probably never speak to her again, and Harry, even Harry didn't try to help her. She didn't have anyone, and she didn't think she had the strength in herself. Draco was standing there calmly, his ice blue eyes narrowed as he waited. But what was he waiting for?
Draco knew she wouldn't leave. He had her wand. And what was more, he had her. She had played exactly to his tune, he had seen Ron in the hallway, the boy looked like a zombie. He had been watching, he had seen Potter and Weasley go into the library to see her, he had seen Weasley leave. Everything was just as he expected. Hermione was completely his now. He could do whatever he wanted. But what exactly did he want? He had shattered Weasley and Potter, what more was there to it? Well, for now he'd play with her, just dig the daggers deeper into their backs, until he decided what to do next. His eyes drew up to the ceiling as he let his imagination wander. The possibilities were endless.
Draco. Draco was all she had now. Maybe, for now, she could play along, maybe he would make it hurt less. Maybe he'd grow bored of it and let her go, then she could tell Harry and Ron the truth... No. They would never forgive him. They would never forgive her. She would never forgive herself. Without intention, Hermione found herself against him, had she moved herself, or had he? She wasn't sure. Whatever the case, he was there, he was warm, and somehow she found comfort in the fact someone was there for her, even if he was only doing it to hurt her and the ones she loved. Her hands curled into his robes and she laid her cheek against his shoulder, sinking into him when he wrapped his arms around her. There was nothing loving in the way he held her, it was completely possessive. At least he would still look at her.
"Hermione?"
Her knuckles were already white as she clutched her textbook. She had hoped to avoid everyone she possibly could. It had been two days since the Care of Magical Creatures class. Hermione had gone to the rest of classes. But she had spoken to no one, she hadn't raised her hand in any class, even when McGonagall was looking straight at her in Transfiguration, expecting her to know the proper incantation to turn a quill into a bird. Of course she had, but Lavender had answered instead. Lavender and Parvati had drawn much closer to Hermione lately, probably curious as to why she was involved with Draco, and they were probably hoping for Hermione to open up and tell them any juicy secrets. But Hermione had remained silent, and as soon as the weekend had started, she had hidden herself away in the farthest, most remote corner of the library.
"Hermione!"
Someone tore the book from her hands, forcing her to redirect her attention. It was Harry. Ron was standing behind Harry's shoulder.
Harry didn't look anything remotely like himself. His cheeks were red, his jaw set tightly as if he were gritting his teeth so hard not a breath of air could pass between them. "What the hell is going on? Why did Lavender say that you were probably with Draco when we asked where you were? Why would she say that?" Harry's voice rose and cracked, but he managed to contain himself. He was shaking, he was so confused and angry, he didn't know how to act.
Ron was in a worse way. He was as white as snow. His mouth kept opening and closing, as if he were trying to say something, but his throat wouldn't work. His eyes were darting around madly as he wrung his hands and shifted on his feet, he looked almost hysterical.
Hermione took both of their dispositions in, and quickly hung her head. What was she supposed to do? She had no doubt in her mind if she told them the truth they would go ballistic. Ron looked like he was about to start cursing everything in sight, and she knew Harry would go straight to Draco. She didn't want that. She knew Harry was more powerful than Draco, he had really developed in these past years, but Draco would have no reservations. Draco would not show mercy. If she told them, or if she lied, she lost either way. But if she lied, at least Harry and Ron would probably survive. Unless they went off over that, too.
Shaking her head, Hermione clutched her hands tightly together in her lap. "I, Draco and I... Oh, Harry, Ron, I'm so sorry. I couldn't bring myself to tell you. But Draco and I are..." the words would not come out. The lie tasted so bitter as it rolled off her tongue, she couldn't help but make a face at it all. She couldn't look at them. But they interpreted it in their own way.
Ron was the one to react first. He took a shaky breath, and in the smallest voice spoke, "Well then, I hope you two are very happy together." and with that he turned and walked stiffly away. Hermione could hear in that tiny voice that Ron had broken. She knew he loved her, and she knew he always hated himself for not having the courage to make anything of it. Now he had lost her to his worst enemy. Hermione wanted to call him back, to hold him and just cry, but she held it in, pushing it all down until she felt numb.
Harry just stood there. He couldn't take it in. He wouldn't accept it. Now he was the one who looked like a fish out of water, his mouth gaping wide.
She couldn't stay there, she couldn't stand in her best friend's shadow drowning in such a lie. She couldn't do it. Scraping at her books to gain a grip, Hermione thrust herself forward and around Harry. Her hands were curled into fists at her sides, she barely saw the floor infront of her feet as she hung her head, hiding her face behind her hair. She wanted Harry to call out for her, to come and tell her it was all okay, that he wouldn't let Draco do this, that he'd stop it all somehow. Harry was the one who always saved the day, he always made everything better. She didn't see how he could this time, this wasn't a battle against Voldemort. This was much more complicated. And Harry didn't know how to fight such an enemy.
Hermione had to fight on her own.
She had no idea where she was going. Hallway through to hallway, stairway to stairway, not caring which way the staircases went, or what rooms she passed, she didn't even notice when she walked right through an illusionary wall that wasn't supposed to be there at all. Nothing drew her attention from within until someone spoke from a doorway.
"There's a good girl. So obedient. Weasley looked absolutely devastated, it was delicious."
Without missing a step, without even acknowledging him, Hermione turned and swung her fist at him.
Draco was taken by surprise, and stumbled back into the room, a hand held to his cheek. She had punched him! That wouldn't do at all. His smirk lifted onto his lips, and a chuckled snaked through them. Hermione looked positively murderous as she loomed in the doorway. How adorable! Before she could lift her wand all the way, he knew she would probably stun him, he swept out his own arm and snapped "Accio!". When her wand landed in his hand his smirk crept even higher into his cheek. "You wouldn't want to do anything stupid, darling." he spoke the pet name as if it were sweetly sour, perhaps Draco himself was fighting his own little battle within himself.
Hermione was shaking. She didn't know what to do, her ears were ringing. She hadn't even known she'd drawn her wand until she felt it jerk from her hand and fly to his. She could feel tears stinging at her eyes, she tried to blink them back, but instead they just spilled down her cheeks. She felt like she was falling apart. Ron would probably never speak to her again, and Harry, even Harry didn't try to help her. She didn't have anyone, and she didn't think she had the strength in herself. Draco was standing there calmly, his ice blue eyes narrowed as he waited. But what was he waiting for?
Draco knew she wouldn't leave. He had her wand. And what was more, he had her. She had played exactly to his tune, he had seen Ron in the hallway, the boy looked like a zombie. He had been watching, he had seen Potter and Weasley go into the library to see her, he had seen Weasley leave. Everything was just as he expected. Hermione was completely his now. He could do whatever he wanted. But what exactly did he want? He had shattered Weasley and Potter, what more was there to it? Well, for now he'd play with her, just dig the daggers deeper into their backs, until he decided what to do next. His eyes drew up to the ceiling as he let his imagination wander. The possibilities were endless.
Draco. Draco was all she had now. Maybe, for now, she could play along, maybe he would make it hurt less. Maybe he'd grow bored of it and let her go, then she could tell Harry and Ron the truth... No. They would never forgive him. They would never forgive her. She would never forgive herself. Without intention, Hermione found herself against him, had she moved herself, or had he? She wasn't sure. Whatever the case, he was there, he was warm, and somehow she found comfort in the fact someone was there for her, even if he was only doing it to hurt her and the ones she loved. Her hands curled into his robes and she laid her cheek against his shoulder, sinking into him when he wrapped his arms around her. There was nothing loving in the way he held her, it was completely possessive. At least he would still look at her.
