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Taming Your Will
Chapter 7
"Are you alright? You've been twitchy this whole weekend." Harry asked as Hermione dully played with her breakfast.
"Its nothing." She mumbled twirling the fork absently in her hand. Noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Harry and Ron quickly gave unconvinced looks. Pushing her plate away, Hermione stood leaving from the table.
"I'll see you guys later. I have to work on an essay before Transfiguration." Without their replies she left the noisy atmosphere of the Great Hall. Once out in the empty corridor, Hermione placed her head against the cold wall. Slowly she breathed in and out, hoping for her emotions to calm down.
Every since the encounter with Professor Snape, Hermione had felt this incredible need to be with him again. The event, which she had now named, left her with desire she had never felt before. Then to top it off, Malfoy had been…well…nice.
She shook her head, allowing several dark curls to escape from her braid. Sighing at her unknown ignited passion, Hermione did the only thing she could. Concentrate on her schoolwork. "At least that doesn't make my hands sweat." She muttered to herself, missing the figure watching her in the background.
"So by blocking with your right arm, you allow yourself time to sweep your leg over to trip your oppent." Professor Weasley or Bill as he liked being called, told his class in Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Alright pair up and no I will not be anyone's partner." Instantly every girl sighed with disappointment.
"Okay Neville I'll pair up with you. But you better not stick your wand up my…"
"Ronald!" Hermione shouted stopping him from continuing his sentence. Laughing casually the three boys only grinned wider at her flushed cheeks. "Must you be so crude?"
"I was kidding Mione." Ron chuckled, slapping the shorter boy on the shoulder. "Right Neville?"
With his round innocent face, Neville answered sweetly. "Don't worry Hermione. Ron knows I like girls. He saw me with his sister last night." Harry burst out laughing, while Ron's faced turned bright pink.
"That's it Longbottom. You, me and that mat have a match." Ron dragged Neville away, with only Neville's anxious face left seen.
"Well I guess that leaves me and you." Harry grinned, gesturing towards the empty blue mat. "Mi lady," he bowed reached his hand towards Hermione.
"Harry, I don't think my oppent will be acting like a gentlemen when he's attacking me." She answered with an obvious tone.
"What man can resist your beauty?" His green eyes sparkled intently on her. Slightly unnerved by his behavior she tried laughing it off.
"I'm sure your girlfriend will love how you flirt with me." Hermione stated raising her arms in a defense pose. "Be careful, I don't want another jealous girlfriend at my door." She grinned; hoping he would laugh but only received a stone cold stare.
"You wouldn't. Besides everyone I have dated or is dating knows how important you are to me." He paused thinking. "Has someone been bothering you? Its not Padma is it. Damn it I thought she was better then that." Harry started ranting off, pacing on the mat instead of fighting.
Noticing the looks from her fellow classmates, Hermione reached out stopping his movements. "Harry, no one has said anything. Besides I was kidding." She ran her hand, down his arm. "You're so tense. Are you alright?"
"I'm just worried about you." He whispered leaning closer into Hermione's ear.
"There is nothing to worry about. I'm fine. Really I am. Harry don't get so work up just because of me."
"Its hard not to worry about you." His fingers brushed aside her loose curls. Moving his focus away from her intoxicating scent, Harry stared straight into her cherry wood eyes. Feeling goose bumps all over her body, Hermione shifted back, only to feel Harry's arm around her waist. Automatically he pushed her closer, allowing Hermione the contact of his entire body next to hers.
"Merlin this room got hot." She said only to see Harry's eyes darken in…lust.
"Well this is a new move." Bill's voiced brought Hermione back in reality. Quickly letting go, Harry stood facing Bill with a blank look.
"I thought you knew all my moves." Harry replied sarcastically.
"Harry, I think we need to talk."
"Actually Professor, I was practicing with Hermione. So if you don't mind, I will like to back to it."
"I didn't know practicing meant making out in class."
"Bill!" Hermione blushed at the comment. "We were just discussing something. Nothing happened. Besides we're friends. You know that."
"Does Harry?" Bill retorted, watching the boy-who-lived with a new impression of him in his mind.
"Yes I do Bill." Harry calmly answered, after what seemed to be forever for Hermione.
"Bill! Bill, come quick." Seamus bellowed from behind them. Turning around, they saw several girls huddled together.
"Wow look at them go." Neville said with shock written on his face.
"All we need is mud." Dean smiled from the image.
"No mate, we need bikinis." Ron added receiving hoots from his fellow males.
"Good god," Bill dashed towards the cat fighting girls, leaving Hermione and Harry to themselves.
"I need to go. Class ends soon." Hermione finally said, while the class watched as the Professor tried to stop the feisty scene.
"Wait, Hermione." Harry grabbed her elbow. "We need to talk."
"There's nothing to say." She stopped knowing that he didn't buy it. "Look I was just humiliated in front of my best friend and other best friend's older brother. I really just want to be alone right now." Hermione huffed out, pulling away from his touch.
"Fine," he stated in defeat. "We'll talk after dinner when you're all calm down."
"No I can't."
"Hermione, I know your embarrassed but I do need to talk to you."
"No it's not that. Okay maybe a little bit of that. But I have a meeting with Professor Snape again."
"What?" Harry felt like snapping something hard. "Why?"
"He has some books I need for research." She turned her face not looking into his eyes.
"Right," Harry said briskly. "All right, but can I at least talk to you later on tonight. Please," he lips pouted in that boyish manner that Hermione couldn't resist.
"Okay, okay, met me back at my room around 10." She gathered her book bag lying on the floor. "Bye," Hermione left the room, missing Harry's darken expression.
The room smelled of sex. But knowing his father he probably just finished off his last whore, pimp, or whatever got him off that day. Closing the door behind him, Draco sat patiently on the leather chair. Scanning his eyes around, he noticed an empty bottle sitting on bookshelf. Curiosity getting the best of him, Draco stood ready to take the vile in his hands.
"Touch that and we'll relive your disobedient days." His father's voice echoed in the cold stale room. Retracting his hand, Draco turned to face his father.
"Father, you sent for me." He said glazing his eyes, hoping the hate wasn't showing through.
"Yes I did. Sit boy, you look like a sulky spoiled child." Lucius moved through the room with pure confidence. "I want you to do something for me." He paused expecting a response.
"Of course father," Lucius continued with his idea.
"I want you to hurt the mudblood. Nothing to dangerous, but enough to do damage on her little heart."
"I would love to father." Draco felt himself grin at the idea at torturing the pathetic excuse for a witch.
"And tell me where and when, so I can save her from it." Lucius smiled at the vexation he knew he was causing in his son.
"What?"
"You heard me." Lucius lit his thick brown cigar. "Now go away. I have better things to do with my time then stare at you." Tightening his fists, Draco clenched his teeth together. Breathing through his nose, he gave a small bow towards his father. Without a glance, Lucius heard the door slam. Grinning madly, Lucius blew clouds of smoke into the air.
"Yes little one, you will be mine."
Merlin she hated it when she was late. It threw off the whole schedule she had prepared for the evening. Hermione yelled at herself, while she rushed down the stairway towards dinner. Huffing and puffing at the sudden exercise, she prayed to god that the stairs wouldn't move on her.
Once on the second level, she smiled at the near destination of the ground floor. Taking on step down, she slipped on the edge of the chipped stair. Falling forward the image of tripping down the stairs was unbearable. To her horror, the staircase was moving and the only thing below her was the floor, which were two level highs. Screaming from freight, she altered the figure around the corridors corner.
Hearing a fear driven shout, Lucius saw Hermione Granger falling down onto the floor. Raising his wand, he was to late as she hit the marble floor. Cursing at an unbelievable rate, he reached her body instantly. Turning her over, Lucius saw blood rushing out of her forehead. Pointing his wand at her, he whispered charms to wake her. Seeing fluttering eyes, Lucius felt something ride through his entire body. Strangely it felt like guilt and relief.
"Hermione, Hermione, say something." He wiped the blood running into her eyes.
"Malfoy," she whispered before entering into unconsciousness. Her body becoming lifeless, Lucius pointed his wand in the air creating a loud annoying siren. In seconds, staff members reached the scene with alarm quickly expressed on their faces.
"Move your hand, I need to examine her head." Madame Pomfrey stated, kneeling down over Hermione's limp body. Obediently Lucius listened as the mediwitch did her best to save the life of Hogwarts best student.
"What happened here?" Ablus asked ever remaining calm.
"You bastard," Bill shouted raising his wand at the blonde man's face. Tugging on the raging Weasley, Severus pulled Bill aside roughly.
"I was walking towards the Great Hall and then I heard this scream. Once I reached the corner, I saw her falling from the second level." Lucius answered with his gaze only on Hermione. "I tried to save her." He said then added softly. "I really did."
"Poppy?" Ablus changed his focus onto the nurse.
"I stabilized the bleeding, but I need to get her to the hospital wing now. There's several broken ribs and she may have damage her vision."
"Alright, Minerva assist Poppy with any help she needs with Hermione. Severus, check why the staircase moved at this time. William, I believe Harry and Ron need to be notified. Everyone else, we have a room full of unwatched students that need supervision." Following the headmaster's direction, the crowd separated into their own way.
"What…what should I do Ablus?" Lucius turned to look at the man he had always considered a fool.
"What your conscious tells you Lucius. Its always the best place to start." Solemnly the greatest wizard left the two men who had not listened to their consciouses for a long long time.
Once the steps of the old man were gone, Lucius found himself stuck between the wall and Severus wand.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hex your pretty nose off." Snape growled emitting dark raw energy.
"It wasn't me." Malfoy quickly answered searching for his pocketknife. "I have style Snape and trust me this isn't it." He slipped the small blade out, ready to stab his antagonizer. Reluctantly agreeing with the prick, Severus let him go. But keeping his wand directly in front of Lucius face.
"If I found out it has anything to do with you, I promise I'll make your life very difficult."
"The same to you." Lucius glared, rubbing his neck and feeling the imprints of nails on his pale skin. "But this isn't how you work. Or how I work." He paused in thought. "Look, I said I would let you handle the mudblood. But the Dark Lord is growing impatient in regards to my lack of gaining anyone's trust. So if you plan on letting me into your little group, you better do it soon."
"I will." Severus slowly lowered his wand. Leaving with his infamous sneer, Snape left Lucius raging hexes inside his head.
"No, I swear it wasn't me. I haven't even seen the mudblood today." Draco whimpered as his father cursed him over and over again. "Please it wasn't me. Please father, please." He begged with boils and bruises covering his body.
Breaking the connection, Lucius sat on his son's bed unsatisfied. "You're a disgrace. Here you are, a Malfoy and you're begging like a little girl. You're lucky you are my heir or I would have killed you years ago."
"At least I don't lust after mudbloods that are young enough to be my daughter." Draco spat blood from his mouth while wiping away the sweating down his face.
"Crucio," his son's screams filled the room. Walking towards the door, Lucius left his son in his withering form on the floor. "Don't ever question my decisions. And don't ever think of stopping me boy. When a Malfoy wants something, a Malfoy gets it."
A.N.
Hello everyone! I finally updated. Sorry it took me so long, I've been busy with work and school. I'm going to be transferring schools so it's taking forever to get things done.
I hoped you liked it. I know. What happens to Hermione? And who did it? Well you'll just have to come back and read some more.
For all you Lucius fans, he's starting his game and there's no turning back for Severus.
I'm going on vacation so you all might need to wait again. But I promise this time it will not be as long as last time.
Thank you my dear beat reader, the Ascendant and all your advice. And everyone for reviewing my story.
Until next time…