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plotline and he new spin.
A/N: - Hey again, sorry this took like a month to write and that for a month its like a fraction of the length it should be. Probably all the people who have reviewed for me have given up on me. I promise (well will try really, really hard) to get longer chapters up quicker, but I'm wrestling with school at the moment (give me a chance I'm only 16!) as well as trying to keep sane and keep on top of things. Sorry ill stop moaning to you all now (though its what I do best). The next chapter relieves you from the past two cliffhangers so I hope you'll be happy. Hope you like. Review or I wont post the next chapter Mwah ha ha ha. Constructive criticism welcomed.
It's about power
He paced towards her, his steps calculatingly lazy. He kept his eyes fixed on her, gazing at her in all her disarray. He looked at the blood on her clothes, the remnants of the bottle smashed over the floor and the fuzziness of her fear. All this chaotic misery reflected in his cruel silver eyes.
"Draco please..."
"Well, well, well, what have we here? Seems the mudblood has finally fallen from her pedestal, what's the matter mudblood, having problems?"
Fresh tears trickled into her eyes, pricking the backs of her eyelids. This cant be happening!
He moved closer and closer keeping his eyes set on her. His initial reaction had been one of shock and surprise but now the cruel coolness was back, unfazed. He paced closer and closer and through her fear and hazy stupor she felt the cold realisation that something was severely wrong with the way he was taking this. The tone in his voice was unnervingly cheerful like it had never been before and his eyes were glinting in the fire that was throwing shadows over the room.
"What will Dumbledore say when he finds out his perfect little pupil is a fucking drunken whore?"
"I am not a whore" Hermione spat back. Drunken maybe she thought but I am definitely not a whore.
"No you are even too hideous for that aren't you, but I must say mudblood I am surprised. I had no idea there was this side of you. Dirty and disgusting but surprising none the less I mean drinking is fine but on your own! I mean god! How pathetic can you get, this is truly a new low."
She knew this of course. Again this didn't stop it hurting. Why could he do this to her? How could he do this to her? Reduce her to a pile of nothing with no thought of what to say, just the pain, the panic and the two small words that circled endlessly in her had "oh shit oh shit oh shit..." she strained her head up, making herself look back, show some defiance. She felt none of it but it was worth a try.
What she saw when she looked up was Malfoy a lot closer than she expected. A lot closer then felt bearable, too close for comfort. He towered over her and she caught a glimpse of something in his eyes that frightened her more than hate cruelty or spite. In his eyes she saw power. I t flashed in his irises giving him a high that made him feel stronger. It made him feel good. He had of course had power over her before all those times. That's one of the reasons why he did what he did to Hermione and so many others. It wasn't just a case of pure cruelty. He was a power junky, he fed on the weak with a thirst that was unquenchable.
As Malfoy looked down at the muddled broken girl he didn't see her as anything but a toy. She was just something for him to destroy and something without a soul or feelings. Why should he even think of her, she was just another hit to feed his obsession? It was not really to do with her. It was purely and truthfully about power. Well in part. Just looking into her eyes, feeling her loneliness, her grief, her panic... it made his head sing.
He smiled at her and held out his hand, moving it slowly towards her. "What the fuck is he doing!" she thought, "Why is he moving even closer! What is he doing! I don't understand! I can't bear him to touch me!" she desperately tried to move out of his reach but was only able to move a few inches. Not far enough.
His fingers touched a wound on her arm and pain rocketed through her. She did not want this. Usually she welcomed pain with open arms but she didn't want to take any thing from him. He looked at his hand and rubbed her blood between his fingers. She stared at him, eyes wide with a mixture of horror and disgust.
He pushed his hand into her face smearing her blood on her cheek and lips
"Look! It's filthy! It is you and all you others who are steadily contaminating us. There are hardly any true wizards left. You do realise you aren't a witch don't you" He knelt down next to the bed resting his elbows on the bed pushing his face even closer to Hermione's, she started to recoil back but he grabbed her face painfully. "...All the grades and magic you perform is a mockery, a farce! You are like a performing animal. Amusing, funny yes but none the less completely useless. There is no wizard blood that runs in your veins, can you see. It is disgusting, ugly. I shall not rest until all of the dirty blood is drained from the body of every mudblood, half blood and muggle, until only the true are left."
Well he's going to be awake a long time then.
Hermione bowed her head. Don't let him say this! Don't believe a word. It's not true!
He was still holding her face so tightly Hermione thought he would break her jaw. He was now searching her face in a satisfied yet greedy manner. She had never seen him like this before. She was still in shock from the fact that he was touching he. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her heart was up in her throat, pounding rapidly. He was so close and yet so calm. What is going on!
"So mudblood, give me a damn good reason why I shouldn't go and alert, let me think, everyone of your current state? Cause I can see no reason. What's in it for me."
"Ermm..." Oh god... "Ermmm..." What do I say! There is no reason! I have nothing to give him! He has all the money he could ever need, he doesn't need my help in school, and I don't have any thing that he could want.
"Well if you are not going to give me anything, I think I will make a quick trip to Dumbledore's office. Enjoy your last night in this school mudblood"
"Wait!" Hermione flung herself at him clinging to the hem of his robes, which he quickly snatched from her grasp leaving her collapsed on the floor "please what do you want. Ill give you anything I can just please don't get me expelled from this school. It's the only thing I have" 'barely' she thought.
Malfoy turned at this and looked down at her with interest. Maybe that was a bad idea she thought. His smirk widened and his eyes flashed with triumph. He extended his hand again and lifted her chin. "I'm sure I will think of something. I own you now mudblood. You are mine." He threw her face down with a spark of pleasure in his eyes. He now had all the power he could want, well it would do for now, with her now he would be able to satisfy whatever thirst he needed. "not that I really want you but that is the best that you will ever be able to do."
He swept over to the door and looked down at her with a look of disgust. "Oh and wash your face mudblood, remember your nothing, and you never will be. You will live and die alone, I promise you that"
With that he stormed out slamming her door swiftly behind him. Hermione dragged herself to the door and locked it slamming her fists weakly into the door and resting her forehead against it. Big help that will do now Hermione. What the hell just happened! How could she have been so stupid! What could he possibly want from her?
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A/N:- That didn't quite go to plan but oh well. It's a little bit longer than the last one anyway. Next chapter should be up soonish (if everything goes to plan).
To my reviewers:
Delores Wilson: Write a fan fiction! I would recommend it to anyone, with or without experience! Well you now know if you were right or not!
andylawrenceishot07: hey glad you liked it. Yay we have the power of fan fiction!
Bluejello86:well thanks hunny! I just babble on really. It's a bit overkill but its just my style.
In Dreams: Yeah sorry bout the shortness, I just couldn't make it any longer with out diluting the effect so shortness and yeah ive lost the flow a bit, that's why its taking so long, and the fact I have no spare time (damn life!). Keep reviewing! Thanks!
A/N: - Hey again, sorry this took like a month to write and that for a month its like a fraction of the length it should be. Probably all the people who have reviewed for me have given up on me. I promise (well will try really, really hard) to get longer chapters up quicker, but I'm wrestling with school at the moment (give me a chance I'm only 16!) as well as trying to keep sane and keep on top of things. Sorry ill stop moaning to you all now (though its what I do best). The next chapter relieves you from the past two cliffhangers so I hope you'll be happy. Hope you like. Review or I wont post the next chapter Mwah ha ha ha. Constructive criticism welcomed.
It's about power
He paced towards her, his steps calculatingly lazy. He kept his eyes fixed on her, gazing at her in all her disarray. He looked at the blood on her clothes, the remnants of the bottle smashed over the floor and the fuzziness of her fear. All this chaotic misery reflected in his cruel silver eyes.
"Draco please..."
"Well, well, well, what have we here? Seems the mudblood has finally fallen from her pedestal, what's the matter mudblood, having problems?"
Fresh tears trickled into her eyes, pricking the backs of her eyelids. This cant be happening!
He moved closer and closer keeping his eyes set on her. His initial reaction had been one of shock and surprise but now the cruel coolness was back, unfazed. He paced closer and closer and through her fear and hazy stupor she felt the cold realisation that something was severely wrong with the way he was taking this. The tone in his voice was unnervingly cheerful like it had never been before and his eyes were glinting in the fire that was throwing shadows over the room.
"What will Dumbledore say when he finds out his perfect little pupil is a fucking drunken whore?"
"I am not a whore" Hermione spat back. Drunken maybe she thought but I am definitely not a whore.
"No you are even too hideous for that aren't you, but I must say mudblood I am surprised. I had no idea there was this side of you. Dirty and disgusting but surprising none the less I mean drinking is fine but on your own! I mean god! How pathetic can you get, this is truly a new low."
She knew this of course. Again this didn't stop it hurting. Why could he do this to her? How could he do this to her? Reduce her to a pile of nothing with no thought of what to say, just the pain, the panic and the two small words that circled endlessly in her had "oh shit oh shit oh shit..." she strained her head up, making herself look back, show some defiance. She felt none of it but it was worth a try.
What she saw when she looked up was Malfoy a lot closer than she expected. A lot closer then felt bearable, too close for comfort. He towered over her and she caught a glimpse of something in his eyes that frightened her more than hate cruelty or spite. In his eyes she saw power. I t flashed in his irises giving him a high that made him feel stronger. It made him feel good. He had of course had power over her before all those times. That's one of the reasons why he did what he did to Hermione and so many others. It wasn't just a case of pure cruelty. He was a power junky, he fed on the weak with a thirst that was unquenchable.
As Malfoy looked down at the muddled broken girl he didn't see her as anything but a toy. She was just something for him to destroy and something without a soul or feelings. Why should he even think of her, she was just another hit to feed his obsession? It was not really to do with her. It was purely and truthfully about power. Well in part. Just looking into her eyes, feeling her loneliness, her grief, her panic... it made his head sing.
He smiled at her and held out his hand, moving it slowly towards her. "What the fuck is he doing!" she thought, "Why is he moving even closer! What is he doing! I don't understand! I can't bear him to touch me!" she desperately tried to move out of his reach but was only able to move a few inches. Not far enough.
His fingers touched a wound on her arm and pain rocketed through her. She did not want this. Usually she welcomed pain with open arms but she didn't want to take any thing from him. He looked at his hand and rubbed her blood between his fingers. She stared at him, eyes wide with a mixture of horror and disgust.
He pushed his hand into her face smearing her blood on her cheek and lips
"Look! It's filthy! It is you and all you others who are steadily contaminating us. There are hardly any true wizards left. You do realise you aren't a witch don't you" He knelt down next to the bed resting his elbows on the bed pushing his face even closer to Hermione's, she started to recoil back but he grabbed her face painfully. "...All the grades and magic you perform is a mockery, a farce! You are like a performing animal. Amusing, funny yes but none the less completely useless. There is no wizard blood that runs in your veins, can you see. It is disgusting, ugly. I shall not rest until all of the dirty blood is drained from the body of every mudblood, half blood and muggle, until only the true are left."
Well he's going to be awake a long time then.
Hermione bowed her head. Don't let him say this! Don't believe a word. It's not true!
He was still holding her face so tightly Hermione thought he would break her jaw. He was now searching her face in a satisfied yet greedy manner. She had never seen him like this before. She was still in shock from the fact that he was touching he. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her heart was up in her throat, pounding rapidly. He was so close and yet so calm. What is going on!
"So mudblood, give me a damn good reason why I shouldn't go and alert, let me think, everyone of your current state? Cause I can see no reason. What's in it for me."
"Ermm..." Oh god... "Ermmm..." What do I say! There is no reason! I have nothing to give him! He has all the money he could ever need, he doesn't need my help in school, and I don't have any thing that he could want.
"Well if you are not going to give me anything, I think I will make a quick trip to Dumbledore's office. Enjoy your last night in this school mudblood"
"Wait!" Hermione flung herself at him clinging to the hem of his robes, which he quickly snatched from her grasp leaving her collapsed on the floor "please what do you want. Ill give you anything I can just please don't get me expelled from this school. It's the only thing I have" 'barely' she thought.
Malfoy turned at this and looked down at her with interest. Maybe that was a bad idea she thought. His smirk widened and his eyes flashed with triumph. He extended his hand again and lifted her chin. "I'm sure I will think of something. I own you now mudblood. You are mine." He threw her face down with a spark of pleasure in his eyes. He now had all the power he could want, well it would do for now, with her now he would be able to satisfy whatever thirst he needed. "not that I really want you but that is the best that you will ever be able to do."
He swept over to the door and looked down at her with a look of disgust. "Oh and wash your face mudblood, remember your nothing, and you never will be. You will live and die alone, I promise you that"
With that he stormed out slamming her door swiftly behind him. Hermione dragged herself to the door and locked it slamming her fists weakly into the door and resting her forehead against it. Big help that will do now Hermione. What the hell just happened! How could she have been so stupid! What could he possibly want from her?
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A/N:- That didn't quite go to plan but oh well. It's a little bit longer than the last one anyway. Next chapter should be up soonish (if everything goes to plan).
To my reviewers:
Delores Wilson: Write a fan fiction! I would recommend it to anyone, with or without experience! Well you now know if you were right or not!
andylawrenceishot07: hey glad you liked it. Yay we have the power of fan fiction!
Bluejello86:well thanks hunny! I just babble on really. It's a bit overkill but its just my style.
In Dreams: Yeah sorry bout the shortness, I just couldn't make it any longer with out diluting the effect so shortness and yeah ive lost the flow a bit, that's why its taking so long, and the fact I have no spare time (damn life!). Keep reviewing! Thanks!