I absolutely adore this plot so far. I've been mentally playing out scenes,
and it's great. But, here for your entertainment is Chapter Four...
***WARNING*** There is a good portion of violence and excessive, harsh
swearing in this chapter. Be warned...
-+- Chapter Four: Bruises
Hermione lay awake in bed ten minutes after Malfoy tried to kiss her, wondering why the hell she left. She knew it was bad, hell, it was probably one of the stupidest things that she would've ever done, but she couldn't stop thinking that it was stupider to leave. She never refused herself of doing what she wanted to do before, but that was before it came to her worst enemy. Her sexy worst enemy. The one that tried to kiss her.
Before she could stop herself, she got up and walked out of her bedroom and found Malfoy where she left him, pouring over his Transfiguration book. "Malfoy..." she whispered, then covered her mouth as if she was shocked that her voice sounded so lustful.
He looked up and saw her standing there, shocked, hands over her mouth, and couldn't help but think it cute. "Granger," he started to say as she stepped closer, "I'm sorry that I almost... well, yeah."
"No, it's completely fine, it wasn't your fault, it was mine-" she said until Malfoy interrupted her.
"No, Hermione," he said firmly, standing up. "It was my fault. I didn't explain anything, I wasn't thinking, I... I don't know." He sighed. "The only thing I do know is that you're so beautiful, and I couldn't resist."
She blushed, blinking back tears. It was absolutely the corniest thing anyone had ever said to her, but it was one of the sweetest things as well. Nobody ever complimented her. She was Hermione Granger, the mudblood that sat in the library all day. She was a nerd, and nobody ever tried anything with her.
Malfoy watched Hermione blush, and felt himself blush as well. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he looked back at his homework. God, he felt stupid. He didn't know where any of what he said came from. He had no idea what was going on with him. He was starting to feel woozy when she was around. He didn't understand why he started noticing her, and the way her eyes twinkled in the light of the fire as she read a book. He had no control of his thoughts, or his actions. The only thing he was sure of was that she could change him. And he wanted that change. He knew that the life his father led was not the life for him. She could help him. He watched her standing there, blushing and trying not to cry, and he realized that, somehow, at sometime, he started to want to be with her. Not just for him. For her, too.
Hermione slowly walked over to the table and gathered up her belongings. She didn't look at Malfoy, she didn't cry, she didn't think about anything except gathering up her books and ignoring the fact that she wanted to kiss him. She picked up all her books and sat in an armchair that was near her bag, and hastily packed the books and the homework into the bag, feeling Malfoy's eyes on her the entire time. Why the hell was he watching her? She was a filthy Mudblood, and that's all she would ever be. No matter what he said.
"I'm sorry, can I help you with something?" she looked up and said coldly. Malfoy looked like he got punched in the face, but quickly recovered.
"Yeah, can you help me find a spell to make your face look less hideous?" he spat back. Hermione recoiled and started crying almost instantly. The asshole, she thought. I knew that he was worth shit.
He walked over to her and threw her bag and her books on the floor. She immediately stopped crying and glared at Malfoy, who grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
They froze briefly as Hermione landed inches away from Malfoy. She was the first to back away, and tried to free her arm from his grip. Damn, he had a tight grip.
"Malfoy, get your filthy hands off of me!!!" she hissed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, both of my hands aren't on you, slut," he hissed back, grabbing her forearms and shoving her against the wall. Hermione whimpered.
"Let go of me!"
"Yeah, and let you go telling your friends about this," he said, as she struggled to wrench herself away from him. He tightened his grip. "You need to learn manners, bitch."
"Yeah, like you have the fucking decency to use them yourself." He wrenched her away from the wall and slammed her back into it again. She whimpered once again. He wasn't being polite. He was hurting her.
"So, how does the Gryffindor Mudblood like pain?" He tightened his grip even more and slammed her into the wall once again.
"What the fuck is this about, Malfoy?" She was trying not to cry but it was hard as hell. If he kept slamming her like this, he was going to break at least one bone.
"Shut the fuck up, Granger!" he hollered, letting go of her with one hand and slapping her. Damn, that hurt like a bitch. Hermione fought back tears and started fearing that she was going to seriously get hurt.
"This is fucking stupid Malfoy. I don't know what the fuck I did to deserve this shit, but I would appreciate it if you would stop!"
He slapped her again. Harder this time. Shit, someone was gonna notice that she got completely bitch-slapped.
"Shut the fuck up!" She could see his frantic eyes on her and could see that he was going insane, so she decided to shut up.
He slammed her into the wall again, so forcefully the world went black for a second. She could feel herself crying and felt the pain throbbing through her back. She was completely afraid. 'What if he picks up his wand or something? What did I do to deserve this? Oh God,' she thought as he slammed her into the wall again, this time a little weaker. He was weak and getting weaker. Through her foggy eyes she could see him crying as well. He let go of her other arm and she slid down the wall and sat, sobbing.
"Why?" she whispered to him. He sat down across from her.
"Oh God, Hermione, I'm so sorry. What the hell did I just do? What did he do?" Malfoy sobbed.
"Get away from me, Malfoy," Hermione hissed, anger coursing through her veins. She covered her face with her hands and let herself sob, unrestrainedly. She only stopped when she felt his hand rest on her knee. "Get your filthy, dirty hands off of me!"
"Hermione... Just listen to me."
"Yeah, okay. Listen to a pathetic woman beater! I have better things to do!"
"This is not my fucking fault!"
Hermione snorted in laughter. "Yeah, and my dad's the Minister of Magic! If it's not your fault, whose fault is it? Who am I going to blame for my pain? Who am I going to blame for these bruises? Who am I going to blame if one of my bones is shattered? Who, Draco? WHO?!?!?!" Hermione screamed, tears running down her face once again. She stared into his cold, gray eyes and wondered how the hell she could've been attracted to him.
"My father." He said it in barely a whisper, as if afraid that someone else was listening to them.
"How is the shit you just pulled your father's fault?"
"He put a curse on me when I began to disobey him. I used to completely flip when someone said a nice word to me, or I to them. I went to Dumbledore, and he's trying to reserve this curse. It's been working... but I guess not as well as we had hoped. I can't believe I did this to you. My God, I am so sorry."
Hermione considered him for a minute, then muttered, "Bullshit."
Malfoy stood up, glaring at Hermione in disbelief. He just told one of his greatest secrets, and she called bullshit. He was disgusted with himself. It had been his own hands that made her sob, that bruised her and caused her pain. He walked towards the door, deciding to go to Dumbledore and tell him about this problem. He went to reach for the doorknob when he looked at Hermione, still sitting on the floor, looking at him with complete disgust and confusion. "I'm so sorry. Whether you believe me or not." He opened the door and walked out. Before he closed it, he said, "I meant it when I said that you're beautiful." Once the door was closed, he froze. It took all his effort not to walk back in there and convince her that he didn't want to do what he did. He drew a deep breath and wondered if she would ever be nice to him again. Saddened by this thought, he set off towards Dumbledore's office, letting himself cry freely.
"I meant it when I said that you're beautiful," she heard him say before he closed the door. She slowly pulled herself up from the ground and walked over to the couch, where she lay down and stared at the ceiling. Her back was throbbing, her face stung, and she could she that she would bear bruises on her arms. She didn't want to believe that what he said was true. He had told so many lies since she met him. Something inside her told her that this time he was being truthful. She was planning on asking Dumbledore about this problem.
Hermione was ashamed that she was thinking lustfully about him, even now. When he cried, he seemed real. That wasn't something that you normally saw in Draco Malfoy. You saw evil. You saw anger. You saw pent-up pain. You saw lies. You saw Slytherin.
Tonight, she saw some Gryffindor in him. When he cried, she saw the bravery that Gryffindors show proudly. She saw the loyalty to his father, the loyalty that he knew his father didn't deserve. Blind loyalty. Another Gryffindor trait. The desire to break rules? Trait of both Slytherin and Gryffindor. But, most important, she saw truth. Truth was something that Gryffindors all wanted to live by. They strived to live by truth. Hermione had never seen truth in Malfoy's eyes.
That's why she believed what he said. She saw truth. Real, honest truth. The same truth she had seen in Harry's eyes when he was so desperately trying to convince them that Sirius was being tortured. She saw that same look of real desperation in Malfoy's eyes that she had seen in Harry's. It was an unforgettable look. And it would be a while before she could block that look out.
Hermione started crying again. She felt completely bruised and battered. She started worrying about her parents. If Voldemort could reach her at Hogwarts, he could reach them. Yes, Voldemort. In the end, he was behind it all. Lucius Malfoy was an avid follower of Voldemort, and wanted Draco to follow in his footsteps. This was the reason he beat her to a pulp. Lucius had to have control over Draco.
Hermione cried harder. She wanted to be able to save Malfoy from the evil family that he was born into. She wanted to make him forget.
She didn't understand why she felt this way, but she didn't. She didn't understand how she could believe Malfoy. She didn't understand why she started noticing him. She didn't know when she started wanting to be with him. She didn't understand why he tried to kiss her, or why he was driven to hurt her so forcefully.
The night was drawing to a close. She had almost thought herself out. The night was so confusing that she didn't want to think about it. She refused to let herself think of anything but sleep. Only one, stray thought creeped out, and she wanted to slap her herself.
She couldn't believe that she came back out of her room to go and finish what Malfoy started.
She went back to the common room to kiss Draco Malfoy.
So, there ya have it. Another chappie!!! I think the curse thingy was cheesy, but I didn't know how to say it. Lemme know what you think, and give me some feedback.
~Gracias! to all my reviewers~
Don't forget to review before you exit
Forever Yours,
Your Band Nerd... 3 Liz 3
-+- Chapter Four: Bruises
Hermione lay awake in bed ten minutes after Malfoy tried to kiss her, wondering why the hell she left. She knew it was bad, hell, it was probably one of the stupidest things that she would've ever done, but she couldn't stop thinking that it was stupider to leave. She never refused herself of doing what she wanted to do before, but that was before it came to her worst enemy. Her sexy worst enemy. The one that tried to kiss her.
Before she could stop herself, she got up and walked out of her bedroom and found Malfoy where she left him, pouring over his Transfiguration book. "Malfoy..." she whispered, then covered her mouth as if she was shocked that her voice sounded so lustful.
He looked up and saw her standing there, shocked, hands over her mouth, and couldn't help but think it cute. "Granger," he started to say as she stepped closer, "I'm sorry that I almost... well, yeah."
"No, it's completely fine, it wasn't your fault, it was mine-" she said until Malfoy interrupted her.
"No, Hermione," he said firmly, standing up. "It was my fault. I didn't explain anything, I wasn't thinking, I... I don't know." He sighed. "The only thing I do know is that you're so beautiful, and I couldn't resist."
She blushed, blinking back tears. It was absolutely the corniest thing anyone had ever said to her, but it was one of the sweetest things as well. Nobody ever complimented her. She was Hermione Granger, the mudblood that sat in the library all day. She was a nerd, and nobody ever tried anything with her.
Malfoy watched Hermione blush, and felt himself blush as well. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he looked back at his homework. God, he felt stupid. He didn't know where any of what he said came from. He had no idea what was going on with him. He was starting to feel woozy when she was around. He didn't understand why he started noticing her, and the way her eyes twinkled in the light of the fire as she read a book. He had no control of his thoughts, or his actions. The only thing he was sure of was that she could change him. And he wanted that change. He knew that the life his father led was not the life for him. She could help him. He watched her standing there, blushing and trying not to cry, and he realized that, somehow, at sometime, he started to want to be with her. Not just for him. For her, too.
Hermione slowly walked over to the table and gathered up her belongings. She didn't look at Malfoy, she didn't cry, she didn't think about anything except gathering up her books and ignoring the fact that she wanted to kiss him. She picked up all her books and sat in an armchair that was near her bag, and hastily packed the books and the homework into the bag, feeling Malfoy's eyes on her the entire time. Why the hell was he watching her? She was a filthy Mudblood, and that's all she would ever be. No matter what he said.
"I'm sorry, can I help you with something?" she looked up and said coldly. Malfoy looked like he got punched in the face, but quickly recovered.
"Yeah, can you help me find a spell to make your face look less hideous?" he spat back. Hermione recoiled and started crying almost instantly. The asshole, she thought. I knew that he was worth shit.
He walked over to her and threw her bag and her books on the floor. She immediately stopped crying and glared at Malfoy, who grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
They froze briefly as Hermione landed inches away from Malfoy. She was the first to back away, and tried to free her arm from his grip. Damn, he had a tight grip.
"Malfoy, get your filthy hands off of me!!!" she hissed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, both of my hands aren't on you, slut," he hissed back, grabbing her forearms and shoving her against the wall. Hermione whimpered.
"Let go of me!"
"Yeah, and let you go telling your friends about this," he said, as she struggled to wrench herself away from him. He tightened his grip. "You need to learn manners, bitch."
"Yeah, like you have the fucking decency to use them yourself." He wrenched her away from the wall and slammed her back into it again. She whimpered once again. He wasn't being polite. He was hurting her.
"So, how does the Gryffindor Mudblood like pain?" He tightened his grip even more and slammed her into the wall once again.
"What the fuck is this about, Malfoy?" She was trying not to cry but it was hard as hell. If he kept slamming her like this, he was going to break at least one bone.
"Shut the fuck up, Granger!" he hollered, letting go of her with one hand and slapping her. Damn, that hurt like a bitch. Hermione fought back tears and started fearing that she was going to seriously get hurt.
"This is fucking stupid Malfoy. I don't know what the fuck I did to deserve this shit, but I would appreciate it if you would stop!"
He slapped her again. Harder this time. Shit, someone was gonna notice that she got completely bitch-slapped.
"Shut the fuck up!" She could see his frantic eyes on her and could see that he was going insane, so she decided to shut up.
He slammed her into the wall again, so forcefully the world went black for a second. She could feel herself crying and felt the pain throbbing through her back. She was completely afraid. 'What if he picks up his wand or something? What did I do to deserve this? Oh God,' she thought as he slammed her into the wall again, this time a little weaker. He was weak and getting weaker. Through her foggy eyes she could see him crying as well. He let go of her other arm and she slid down the wall and sat, sobbing.
"Why?" she whispered to him. He sat down across from her.
"Oh God, Hermione, I'm so sorry. What the hell did I just do? What did he do?" Malfoy sobbed.
"Get away from me, Malfoy," Hermione hissed, anger coursing through her veins. She covered her face with her hands and let herself sob, unrestrainedly. She only stopped when she felt his hand rest on her knee. "Get your filthy, dirty hands off of me!"
"Hermione... Just listen to me."
"Yeah, okay. Listen to a pathetic woman beater! I have better things to do!"
"This is not my fucking fault!"
Hermione snorted in laughter. "Yeah, and my dad's the Minister of Magic! If it's not your fault, whose fault is it? Who am I going to blame for my pain? Who am I going to blame for these bruises? Who am I going to blame if one of my bones is shattered? Who, Draco? WHO?!?!?!" Hermione screamed, tears running down her face once again. She stared into his cold, gray eyes and wondered how the hell she could've been attracted to him.
"My father." He said it in barely a whisper, as if afraid that someone else was listening to them.
"How is the shit you just pulled your father's fault?"
"He put a curse on me when I began to disobey him. I used to completely flip when someone said a nice word to me, or I to them. I went to Dumbledore, and he's trying to reserve this curse. It's been working... but I guess not as well as we had hoped. I can't believe I did this to you. My God, I am so sorry."
Hermione considered him for a minute, then muttered, "Bullshit."
Malfoy stood up, glaring at Hermione in disbelief. He just told one of his greatest secrets, and she called bullshit. He was disgusted with himself. It had been his own hands that made her sob, that bruised her and caused her pain. He walked towards the door, deciding to go to Dumbledore and tell him about this problem. He went to reach for the doorknob when he looked at Hermione, still sitting on the floor, looking at him with complete disgust and confusion. "I'm so sorry. Whether you believe me or not." He opened the door and walked out. Before he closed it, he said, "I meant it when I said that you're beautiful." Once the door was closed, he froze. It took all his effort not to walk back in there and convince her that he didn't want to do what he did. He drew a deep breath and wondered if she would ever be nice to him again. Saddened by this thought, he set off towards Dumbledore's office, letting himself cry freely.
"I meant it when I said that you're beautiful," she heard him say before he closed the door. She slowly pulled herself up from the ground and walked over to the couch, where she lay down and stared at the ceiling. Her back was throbbing, her face stung, and she could she that she would bear bruises on her arms. She didn't want to believe that what he said was true. He had told so many lies since she met him. Something inside her told her that this time he was being truthful. She was planning on asking Dumbledore about this problem.
Hermione was ashamed that she was thinking lustfully about him, even now. When he cried, he seemed real. That wasn't something that you normally saw in Draco Malfoy. You saw evil. You saw anger. You saw pent-up pain. You saw lies. You saw Slytherin.
Tonight, she saw some Gryffindor in him. When he cried, she saw the bravery that Gryffindors show proudly. She saw the loyalty to his father, the loyalty that he knew his father didn't deserve. Blind loyalty. Another Gryffindor trait. The desire to break rules? Trait of both Slytherin and Gryffindor. But, most important, she saw truth. Truth was something that Gryffindors all wanted to live by. They strived to live by truth. Hermione had never seen truth in Malfoy's eyes.
That's why she believed what he said. She saw truth. Real, honest truth. The same truth she had seen in Harry's eyes when he was so desperately trying to convince them that Sirius was being tortured. She saw that same look of real desperation in Malfoy's eyes that she had seen in Harry's. It was an unforgettable look. And it would be a while before she could block that look out.
Hermione started crying again. She felt completely bruised and battered. She started worrying about her parents. If Voldemort could reach her at Hogwarts, he could reach them. Yes, Voldemort. In the end, he was behind it all. Lucius Malfoy was an avid follower of Voldemort, and wanted Draco to follow in his footsteps. This was the reason he beat her to a pulp. Lucius had to have control over Draco.
Hermione cried harder. She wanted to be able to save Malfoy from the evil family that he was born into. She wanted to make him forget.
She didn't understand why she felt this way, but she didn't. She didn't understand how she could believe Malfoy. She didn't understand why she started noticing him. She didn't know when she started wanting to be with him. She didn't understand why he tried to kiss her, or why he was driven to hurt her so forcefully.
The night was drawing to a close. She had almost thought herself out. The night was so confusing that she didn't want to think about it. She refused to let herself think of anything but sleep. Only one, stray thought creeped out, and she wanted to slap her herself.
She couldn't believe that she came back out of her room to go and finish what Malfoy started.
She went back to the common room to kiss Draco Malfoy.
So, there ya have it. Another chappie!!! I think the curse thingy was cheesy, but I didn't know how to say it. Lemme know what you think, and give me some feedback.
~Gracias! to all my reviewers~
Don't forget to review before you exit
Forever Yours,
Your Band Nerd... 3 Liz 3