Draco Malfoy stood inside his father's study, watching a humming bird
outside, with a frown. He considered how much he would enjoy hexing the
poor thing.
"Draco!" His father, Lucius, said sharply.
Draco was thrown back into reality. "Yes, father?" He turned slightly to meet his father's gaze.
"Please, pay attention this time. I was discussing-apparently to myself- your future." Lucius gave his son a cold stare before continuing. "Before I recount everything I said previously, let me ask what you were planning to do to show our Lord your appreciation?"
Draco smirked now, knowing well that his father would be very pleased with his decision. "I'm going to give him Granger as a slave."
Lucius cocked an eyebrow in response. "Granger?"
"That mudblood from school, father, who everyone thought was so bloody intelligent. A little prat friend of Potter's. She's become an Auror." 'And a very poor one at that,' Draco thought with his smirk growing.
"Hmmm," Lucius smirked as well. "Very well. She'll do nicely," He agreed before asking, "How do you plan to capture her?"
Draco didn't exactly have a strategy yet. He had just thought he would show up, and she would be after him again; and he would stun or something such as that. He waved it off. "It won't be difficult, father. I'll simply stun her and take her here with me, I suppose."
Lucius's smirk was gone. The muscle in his jaw twitched, and he seemed to be considering something. "If you bring that filth here, you are completely responsible for her. Do you understand? I don't want to have anything to do with her. She is your gift to give. However, I will suggest that you keep her somewhat well." He smiled slightly before returning to his usual emotionless state. He turned his back to his son. "You're dismissed."
Draco left the room quickly. His father wasn't going to aid him on this one? He was considering why or why not's. 'It is my gift to give,' Draco agreed. 'I'll show the Lord that I am ready to take responsibility.' He smirked and turned to the hallway that led to his room.
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I balanced the quill on my nose. The blood was rushing to my head as I hung it up-side-down off the side of my bed. I grabbed the quill and sat up again with a sigh. I was going nowhere fast. My thoughts wouldn't stay where I begged them to which was on the task at hand: capturing Malfoy. They kept wandering off to Viktor. 'Where the hell is he?' I thought with a frown, glancing at the clock next to the bed. It read 3:45. 'Not even a minute since the last time I asked this,' I thought with a heavy sigh.
It was so unlike him to just leave without telling me where he was going. Didn't he know I would be worried? This wasn't the time to be doing things such as this. We were at war, and everyone who resisted Voldermort was in danger.
'He'll be fine. He's not stupid,' I reminded myself logically. 'Don't worry.' Though when I heard footsteps downstairs, I ran. In my hurry, I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, and I ran right into Viktor. I fell backwards onto my butt. "Viktor," I said breathlessly from my relieved sigh. Then coming to, "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" I shrieked.
Viktor held out his hand and helped me up off the floor. I threw my arms around him and hugged him as tightly as I could. "Why didn't you tell me where you were going?! Why didn't you tell me you were going period?!" I looked up at him, my dissatisfaction apparent.
"I doubted you vould notice," Viktor answered quietly.
"Of course I noticed! Why wouldn't I notice?!" Then I tilted my head, and my rage disappeared. It was replaced with mild confusion and concern.
"You've been so concerned with 'dat Deatheater, lately." His eyes showed his jealousy. "I doubted you vould notice whether I vas home or not."
"Aw, of course I would notice." I smiled. "It's just." I couldn't think of how to say it. "I'm sorry for not paying enough attention to you." Viktor shrugged, but I could see his cheeks had turned slightly pink and his eyes were dancing with joy. I stood on my tiptoes so my lips were an inch from his and stared him in the eye. "I love you," I whispered against his lips before kissing them. He kissed me so passionately, my head spun. I opened my eyes and smiled at him, but he wasn't finished.
Viktor picked my up with ease (like a princess he said playfully once) and carried me down the hall to my room where he laid me gently on the bed. Then he got on next to me and kissed me again. Something was sending warning signals to my head with the same urgency that Viktor was kissing me with. I ignored them as our tongues rubbed against each other's. The breath was haggard that came between each kiss. His hand found my own and rubbed the tender spot between my thumb and index finger. I swore my hand would break apart soon, it felt so fragile somehow.
Viktor turned me onto my back, and he was over me. His face hovered over mine for a second before he sent kisses down my neck. He paid special attention to the place where my collarbones met, gently caressing his tongue over my skin. I arched my back slightly. I was losing control of my body again. The warning signals were like fire in my brain. My fingers tousled his dark brown hair. I was massaging the little indention on the back of his neck where his spinal cord met his head. His hand left my own and aided the other one in pushing my shirt over my head.
My brain was spinning faster and faster. I wasn't good a things like this. Thoughts were winding through my brain, reminding me of this. I didn't know what to do in these sort of situations. I let out a small whimper when he kissed my bare stomach. He came back up and kissed my lips with such tenderness. His thumb was caressing my cheek. Why hadn't I done this sooner? My hands pulled his shirt out of his pants and over his head with his help. He pushed my bra strap off my shoulder and kissed the pink line where it had once been.
My hands were exploring his back. I was counting each one of his ribs to try to keep my mind in check. I kept losing count every time his lips met my skin. I bit my lower lip as he lifted me up slightly, and his hand undid the clasps of my bra. I felt my cheeks burning as he pulled my bra off me.
"You're beautiful," He whispered in my ear as his hand traveled up my stomach, coming in contact with the curve of my breast. I believed him. 'You're beautiful' echoed through my head. I was beautiful. I felt it for the first time in that moment. Before he could do anything, I took his hand and placed it over my heart. I found his gaze. My heart was racing.
"No one's ever done this to me before," I said shyly. I was going to be shy now of all times.
Viktor smiled a smile that made me melt with happiness. He kissed my lips, my chin, my neck down to my collarbones, lower to in between my breasts. My knee bent involuntarily and ran up his side slowly. As it began to lower itself back down to the bed, he took it in his hand and ran his hand up my thigh, under my pajama shorts. His fingers fingered the lacey material underneath. I may be a virgin, but I did have some somewhat sexy undergarments (mainly because Ginny insisted on them when we used to go shopping).
Viktor's ran hand ran back down my thigh to my knee. His lips were on my breast. I bit my lower lip and placed my hand over his on my leg. He took my small hand in his large one, and it almost completely covered my own. I bit down on lip harder as his lips were placed around my nipple. He flicked his tongue over it, and I restrained a moan. 'Oh Merlin,' I thought. Hermione Granger, perfect role model wasn't supposed to do things like this, right?
Viktor's other hand had begun to gently grope my other breast. I let out a low moan. My hand held on tightly to his, and his thumb began to caress my knuckles. I closed my eyes. His tongue was teasing the firm skin between his lips. His hands left my hand and my breast, and he sat up slightly to push my shorts off my hips and down off my legs. I found I didn't try to help him. I was still unable to process information fully.
Viktor kissed my stomach. 'What am I supposed to do now?' I felt myself blushing. I was so amateur at things like this. 'What if I do something wrong?' I was concentrating on my thoughts that I jumped when I felt his hands pulling my panties off. The lace was trailing down my legs. My heart was beating faster than ever. I lifted myself up on one elbow to watch him while I bit my lower lip harder. 'Merlin's beard!' He tossed them to the ground with the rest of my clothes. He took my ankles and bent my knees.
'What is he doing?' Viktor's hands massaged my ankles as he kissed up my calf on one leg. I took a gulp of air. My knees that were clenched together to try and hide everything opened slightly to let him kiss my knee. Instead of going further up, he returned to my ankle except on my other leg and repeated this motion. He switched to my other leg when he reached my knee. He slowly drug his lips across the smooth skin of my inner thigh in angel kisses. 'Oh Merlin, that felt good!' I couldn't stop watching him. He was so close. I licked my dry lips. Viktor stopped and looked up at me when he was at the top of my inner thigh. He winked and gave me a wolfish grin before doing the same to the other leg.
"Lay back," He told me hoarsely. I slowly did as he said and stared up at the white ceiling. His hands were running up and down the length of my legs. I gulped as his fingertips brushed past that tender area between my legs. His thumb was rubbing against the opening. I moaned, and he pushed one finger in. It hurt slightly. I closed my eyes. Slowly he slid his finger in and out. I gripped the bed sheets tightly. His thumb was rubbing against my clit. I let out a breathless moan. My knees went to close themselves, but he gently pushed them back down onto the bed.
His finger left me, and I lifted my head and saw him slipping his pants off and then his boxers. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes. It was really happening. The bed moved as he positioned himself. I was trying to remember how many of his ribs I counted. '1, 2, 3 . . .' I took a shaky breath. I could sense it was about to happen.
"Are you sure?" I hadn't noticed Viktor had placed his head by mine. His breath tickled my ear. I stared up into his dark eyes.
"I-," I gulped. My throat felt so dry. Those warning signs were returning, and my head was pounding with them. "I don't know," I answered honestly.
I saw something flash momentarily through his eyes before he smiled. "Ve'll vait then." He rolled off me onto his back.
I smiled. He was so sweet. I turned on my side and examined him. He had one hand behind his head, and he was staring up at the ceiling. He turned his head to watch me, but I wasn't looking at his face anymore. My gaze was slowly traveling down his body to his firm chest, his stomach sinking down into his back, making him look even thinner than he was. I refused to let my gaze go any lower. I met his eyes and blushed. He had known I had been looking at him.
Viktor smiled. "I love you too, Hermione." It took me a while to realize why he had said that. I smiled back and laid my head on his shoulder. Why did I let Draco rule my thoughts when I had this gorgeous, sweet guy?
Speaking of Draco. I shifted uncomfortably and avoided Viktor's gaze. He took my chin and lifted my eyes to his. "Vhat's vrong?" He asked.
"Nothing," I lied, diverting my gaze upward to the left slightly.
"Don't lie."
This wasn't when I was supposed to tell him. I mean I probably shouldn't even mention it. It was just a kiss. "It's really nothing." I looked down now to where I fidgeted with the bed sheets. Viktor didn't say anything. I sighed. "He kissed me," I admitted quietly.
"Vhat?"
"Draco." I looked up. "He kissed me."
Viktor didn't seem to know what to say. "Vhen?"
"The other day. When I saw him last." I saw the jealousy flash in Viktor's eyes.
"That's vhy," I heard him murmur. He quickly got out of my bed and gathered up his clothes, leaving the room before I could think of something to say.
I pulled off the quilt on my bed and wrapped it around myself, running to his room where he was half dressed and staring out the window. "Viktor." He turned his head and forced a smile. "There's nothing to be jealous about. I love you not him. I abhor him. He's nothing to me." I tried to find the right words.
Viktor nodded slowly, but said, "He's everything to you."
"What? No!" I shook my head before realizing what he meant. I did think of Draco almost all the time. He had ruined my life. I didn't think of him like that. "I . . . I don't know what to say. He killed my best friend. I just want revenge for that. It's haunted me." I looked at the floor.
"I know." I looked up at Viktor who was looking out the window again. "I haff to leave for avhile."
"Why?" Does he understand how much we just shared moments before? He can't leave now!
"I can't say." He stared at me. "I'll come back though."
What the hell was wrong with my life? I turned on my heel and walked briskly back to my room where I threw myself on the bed. Viktor didn't come after me. I hated everything and everyone in this moment. It was all Draco's fault. Everything reeked of him. "I will kill you," I whispered. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____
I hope you guys are liking it. I had throw in some mushy stuff. So dramay isn't it? Thanks again to Tigger and KatieBell! Two awesome peeps! Please Read and Review.
"Draco!" His father, Lucius, said sharply.
Draco was thrown back into reality. "Yes, father?" He turned slightly to meet his father's gaze.
"Please, pay attention this time. I was discussing-apparently to myself- your future." Lucius gave his son a cold stare before continuing. "Before I recount everything I said previously, let me ask what you were planning to do to show our Lord your appreciation?"
Draco smirked now, knowing well that his father would be very pleased with his decision. "I'm going to give him Granger as a slave."
Lucius cocked an eyebrow in response. "Granger?"
"That mudblood from school, father, who everyone thought was so bloody intelligent. A little prat friend of Potter's. She's become an Auror." 'And a very poor one at that,' Draco thought with his smirk growing.
"Hmmm," Lucius smirked as well. "Very well. She'll do nicely," He agreed before asking, "How do you plan to capture her?"
Draco didn't exactly have a strategy yet. He had just thought he would show up, and she would be after him again; and he would stun or something such as that. He waved it off. "It won't be difficult, father. I'll simply stun her and take her here with me, I suppose."
Lucius's smirk was gone. The muscle in his jaw twitched, and he seemed to be considering something. "If you bring that filth here, you are completely responsible for her. Do you understand? I don't want to have anything to do with her. She is your gift to give. However, I will suggest that you keep her somewhat well." He smiled slightly before returning to his usual emotionless state. He turned his back to his son. "You're dismissed."
Draco left the room quickly. His father wasn't going to aid him on this one? He was considering why or why not's. 'It is my gift to give,' Draco agreed. 'I'll show the Lord that I am ready to take responsibility.' He smirked and turned to the hallway that led to his room.
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I balanced the quill on my nose. The blood was rushing to my head as I hung it up-side-down off the side of my bed. I grabbed the quill and sat up again with a sigh. I was going nowhere fast. My thoughts wouldn't stay where I begged them to which was on the task at hand: capturing Malfoy. They kept wandering off to Viktor. 'Where the hell is he?' I thought with a frown, glancing at the clock next to the bed. It read 3:45. 'Not even a minute since the last time I asked this,' I thought with a heavy sigh.
It was so unlike him to just leave without telling me where he was going. Didn't he know I would be worried? This wasn't the time to be doing things such as this. We were at war, and everyone who resisted Voldermort was in danger.
'He'll be fine. He's not stupid,' I reminded myself logically. 'Don't worry.' Though when I heard footsteps downstairs, I ran. In my hurry, I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, and I ran right into Viktor. I fell backwards onto my butt. "Viktor," I said breathlessly from my relieved sigh. Then coming to, "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" I shrieked.
Viktor held out his hand and helped me up off the floor. I threw my arms around him and hugged him as tightly as I could. "Why didn't you tell me where you were going?! Why didn't you tell me you were going period?!" I looked up at him, my dissatisfaction apparent.
"I doubted you vould notice," Viktor answered quietly.
"Of course I noticed! Why wouldn't I notice?!" Then I tilted my head, and my rage disappeared. It was replaced with mild confusion and concern.
"You've been so concerned with 'dat Deatheater, lately." His eyes showed his jealousy. "I doubted you vould notice whether I vas home or not."
"Aw, of course I would notice." I smiled. "It's just." I couldn't think of how to say it. "I'm sorry for not paying enough attention to you." Viktor shrugged, but I could see his cheeks had turned slightly pink and his eyes were dancing with joy. I stood on my tiptoes so my lips were an inch from his and stared him in the eye. "I love you," I whispered against his lips before kissing them. He kissed me so passionately, my head spun. I opened my eyes and smiled at him, but he wasn't finished.
Viktor picked my up with ease (like a princess he said playfully once) and carried me down the hall to my room where he laid me gently on the bed. Then he got on next to me and kissed me again. Something was sending warning signals to my head with the same urgency that Viktor was kissing me with. I ignored them as our tongues rubbed against each other's. The breath was haggard that came between each kiss. His hand found my own and rubbed the tender spot between my thumb and index finger. I swore my hand would break apart soon, it felt so fragile somehow.
Viktor turned me onto my back, and he was over me. His face hovered over mine for a second before he sent kisses down my neck. He paid special attention to the place where my collarbones met, gently caressing his tongue over my skin. I arched my back slightly. I was losing control of my body again. The warning signals were like fire in my brain. My fingers tousled his dark brown hair. I was massaging the little indention on the back of his neck where his spinal cord met his head. His hand left my own and aided the other one in pushing my shirt over my head.
My brain was spinning faster and faster. I wasn't good a things like this. Thoughts were winding through my brain, reminding me of this. I didn't know what to do in these sort of situations. I let out a small whimper when he kissed my bare stomach. He came back up and kissed my lips with such tenderness. His thumb was caressing my cheek. Why hadn't I done this sooner? My hands pulled his shirt out of his pants and over his head with his help. He pushed my bra strap off my shoulder and kissed the pink line where it had once been.
My hands were exploring his back. I was counting each one of his ribs to try to keep my mind in check. I kept losing count every time his lips met my skin. I bit my lower lip as he lifted me up slightly, and his hand undid the clasps of my bra. I felt my cheeks burning as he pulled my bra off me.
"You're beautiful," He whispered in my ear as his hand traveled up my stomach, coming in contact with the curve of my breast. I believed him. 'You're beautiful' echoed through my head. I was beautiful. I felt it for the first time in that moment. Before he could do anything, I took his hand and placed it over my heart. I found his gaze. My heart was racing.
"No one's ever done this to me before," I said shyly. I was going to be shy now of all times.
Viktor smiled a smile that made me melt with happiness. He kissed my lips, my chin, my neck down to my collarbones, lower to in between my breasts. My knee bent involuntarily and ran up his side slowly. As it began to lower itself back down to the bed, he took it in his hand and ran his hand up my thigh, under my pajama shorts. His fingers fingered the lacey material underneath. I may be a virgin, but I did have some somewhat sexy undergarments (mainly because Ginny insisted on them when we used to go shopping).
Viktor's ran hand ran back down my thigh to my knee. His lips were on my breast. I bit my lower lip and placed my hand over his on my leg. He took my small hand in his large one, and it almost completely covered my own. I bit down on lip harder as his lips were placed around my nipple. He flicked his tongue over it, and I restrained a moan. 'Oh Merlin,' I thought. Hermione Granger, perfect role model wasn't supposed to do things like this, right?
Viktor's other hand had begun to gently grope my other breast. I let out a low moan. My hand held on tightly to his, and his thumb began to caress my knuckles. I closed my eyes. His tongue was teasing the firm skin between his lips. His hands left my hand and my breast, and he sat up slightly to push my shorts off my hips and down off my legs. I found I didn't try to help him. I was still unable to process information fully.
Viktor kissed my stomach. 'What am I supposed to do now?' I felt myself blushing. I was so amateur at things like this. 'What if I do something wrong?' I was concentrating on my thoughts that I jumped when I felt his hands pulling my panties off. The lace was trailing down my legs. My heart was beating faster than ever. I lifted myself up on one elbow to watch him while I bit my lower lip harder. 'Merlin's beard!' He tossed them to the ground with the rest of my clothes. He took my ankles and bent my knees.
'What is he doing?' Viktor's hands massaged my ankles as he kissed up my calf on one leg. I took a gulp of air. My knees that were clenched together to try and hide everything opened slightly to let him kiss my knee. Instead of going further up, he returned to my ankle except on my other leg and repeated this motion. He switched to my other leg when he reached my knee. He slowly drug his lips across the smooth skin of my inner thigh in angel kisses. 'Oh Merlin, that felt good!' I couldn't stop watching him. He was so close. I licked my dry lips. Viktor stopped and looked up at me when he was at the top of my inner thigh. He winked and gave me a wolfish grin before doing the same to the other leg.
"Lay back," He told me hoarsely. I slowly did as he said and stared up at the white ceiling. His hands were running up and down the length of my legs. I gulped as his fingertips brushed past that tender area between my legs. His thumb was rubbing against the opening. I moaned, and he pushed one finger in. It hurt slightly. I closed my eyes. Slowly he slid his finger in and out. I gripped the bed sheets tightly. His thumb was rubbing against my clit. I let out a breathless moan. My knees went to close themselves, but he gently pushed them back down onto the bed.
His finger left me, and I lifted my head and saw him slipping his pants off and then his boxers. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes. It was really happening. The bed moved as he positioned himself. I was trying to remember how many of his ribs I counted. '1, 2, 3 . . .' I took a shaky breath. I could sense it was about to happen.
"Are you sure?" I hadn't noticed Viktor had placed his head by mine. His breath tickled my ear. I stared up into his dark eyes.
"I-," I gulped. My throat felt so dry. Those warning signs were returning, and my head was pounding with them. "I don't know," I answered honestly.
I saw something flash momentarily through his eyes before he smiled. "Ve'll vait then." He rolled off me onto his back.
I smiled. He was so sweet. I turned on my side and examined him. He had one hand behind his head, and he was staring up at the ceiling. He turned his head to watch me, but I wasn't looking at his face anymore. My gaze was slowly traveling down his body to his firm chest, his stomach sinking down into his back, making him look even thinner than he was. I refused to let my gaze go any lower. I met his eyes and blushed. He had known I had been looking at him.
Viktor smiled. "I love you too, Hermione." It took me a while to realize why he had said that. I smiled back and laid my head on his shoulder. Why did I let Draco rule my thoughts when I had this gorgeous, sweet guy?
Speaking of Draco. I shifted uncomfortably and avoided Viktor's gaze. He took my chin and lifted my eyes to his. "Vhat's vrong?" He asked.
"Nothing," I lied, diverting my gaze upward to the left slightly.
"Don't lie."
This wasn't when I was supposed to tell him. I mean I probably shouldn't even mention it. It was just a kiss. "It's really nothing." I looked down now to where I fidgeted with the bed sheets. Viktor didn't say anything. I sighed. "He kissed me," I admitted quietly.
"Vhat?"
"Draco." I looked up. "He kissed me."
Viktor didn't seem to know what to say. "Vhen?"
"The other day. When I saw him last." I saw the jealousy flash in Viktor's eyes.
"That's vhy," I heard him murmur. He quickly got out of my bed and gathered up his clothes, leaving the room before I could think of something to say.
I pulled off the quilt on my bed and wrapped it around myself, running to his room where he was half dressed and staring out the window. "Viktor." He turned his head and forced a smile. "There's nothing to be jealous about. I love you not him. I abhor him. He's nothing to me." I tried to find the right words.
Viktor nodded slowly, but said, "He's everything to you."
"What? No!" I shook my head before realizing what he meant. I did think of Draco almost all the time. He had ruined my life. I didn't think of him like that. "I . . . I don't know what to say. He killed my best friend. I just want revenge for that. It's haunted me." I looked at the floor.
"I know." I looked up at Viktor who was looking out the window again. "I haff to leave for avhile."
"Why?" Does he understand how much we just shared moments before? He can't leave now!
"I can't say." He stared at me. "I'll come back though."
What the hell was wrong with my life? I turned on my heel and walked briskly back to my room where I threw myself on the bed. Viktor didn't come after me. I hated everything and everyone in this moment. It was all Draco's fault. Everything reeked of him. "I will kill you," I whispered. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____
I hope you guys are liking it. I had throw in some mushy stuff. So dramay isn't it? Thanks again to Tigger and KatieBell! Two awesome peeps! Please Read and Review.