Chapter 2.
Painful Obsession
Draco ripped his lips from Hermione's. Satisfied, he held tight to her wrists and pulled her close, so they were nose to nose, and he whispered to her menacingly. "Granger.. You're mine. You will break up with Potter tonight and be my girlfriend, or there will be some very severe consequences. You can't possibly imagine the plans Voldermort has for Potter." he smirked, breaking apart from her. "Might want to hide those bruises." he laughed silently, standing up and forcefully shoving the table towards her so that her books and papers fell to the floor, walking triumphantally back to the Slytherin common room.
And he was proud of himself.
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Breaking up with Harry was the hardest thing Hermione could ever imagine doing. But she was scared of Draco- He was strong, his parents were deatheaters, probably close with Voldermort. She didn't dare imagine what Draco might do if she didn't do as he said. And to think, I thought he was getting nicer. Hermione thought fouly, marching back to the common room.
Hermione and Harry had been dating for a couple of months now. It had been over the summer that Harry had realized his love for her, and had asked her out. It was the talk of the school, since forth year, that Hermione had liked Harry. She had ended up breaking up with Krum over the summer of their fifth year, and they had been dating ever since. Hermione loved it. Harry was such a good boyfriend - Kind, caring, understanding, passionate, and he was a great kisser. Hermione wiped tears from her cheeks, and entered the common room slowly. But she was determined. She didn't want to put Harry in danger. And she wouldn't.
As soon as she walked in, Harry walked over to her, gathering her in his arms. He could tell there was something wrong, her eyes were welled up with held back tears. "What's wrong?" he asked, sincerely concerned for her. It made Hermione want to cry all the more.
"Harry.. I.. We.." Hermione stuttered, pushing him away from her. She wiped the run away tears away forcefully. She was determined not to cry.
"What is it?" Harry pressed, getting anxious.
"I....I.." Hermione had a lump in her throat, it was getting harder and harder to talk.
"What is it? Hermione, you can tell me anything.." grabbing her wrists, much lightlier than Draco had, and pressing them to his chest. Hermione felt his heartbeat. It was slowly rising, the more she tried to force out her words.
"I.. I can't.. No.. We.. Harry, we can't see each other anymore." Hermione sobbed, ripping her arms away from him and running, crying freely, back up to her dorms.
Harry stood in shock. He almost began crying himself, right there in the common room, in front of everyone. They were all watching him, silently laughing.. Harry felt light headed, the common room was spinning.. What had he done wrong? Why didn't Hermione want to see him anymore? What was wrong with her? Why was she crying? Harry couldn't help but care. He.. He loved her. He sat down on an arm chair next to the fire, put his head in his hands, and sat there, silently, until way past everyone else was in bed.
Painful Obsession
Draco ripped his lips from Hermione's. Satisfied, he held tight to her wrists and pulled her close, so they were nose to nose, and he whispered to her menacingly. "Granger.. You're mine. You will break up with Potter tonight and be my girlfriend, or there will be some very severe consequences. You can't possibly imagine the plans Voldermort has for Potter." he smirked, breaking apart from her. "Might want to hide those bruises." he laughed silently, standing up and forcefully shoving the table towards her so that her books and papers fell to the floor, walking triumphantally back to the Slytherin common room.
And he was proud of himself.
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Breaking up with Harry was the hardest thing Hermione could ever imagine doing. But she was scared of Draco- He was strong, his parents were deatheaters, probably close with Voldermort. She didn't dare imagine what Draco might do if she didn't do as he said. And to think, I thought he was getting nicer. Hermione thought fouly, marching back to the common room.
Hermione and Harry had been dating for a couple of months now. It had been over the summer that Harry had realized his love for her, and had asked her out. It was the talk of the school, since forth year, that Hermione had liked Harry. She had ended up breaking up with Krum over the summer of their fifth year, and they had been dating ever since. Hermione loved it. Harry was such a good boyfriend - Kind, caring, understanding, passionate, and he was a great kisser. Hermione wiped tears from her cheeks, and entered the common room slowly. But she was determined. She didn't want to put Harry in danger. And she wouldn't.
As soon as she walked in, Harry walked over to her, gathering her in his arms. He could tell there was something wrong, her eyes were welled up with held back tears. "What's wrong?" he asked, sincerely concerned for her. It made Hermione want to cry all the more.
"Harry.. I.. We.." Hermione stuttered, pushing him away from her. She wiped the run away tears away forcefully. She was determined not to cry.
"What is it?" Harry pressed, getting anxious.
"I....I.." Hermione had a lump in her throat, it was getting harder and harder to talk.
"What is it? Hermione, you can tell me anything.." grabbing her wrists, much lightlier than Draco had, and pressing them to his chest. Hermione felt his heartbeat. It was slowly rising, the more she tried to force out her words.
"I.. I can't.. No.. We.. Harry, we can't see each other anymore." Hermione sobbed, ripping her arms away from him and running, crying freely, back up to her dorms.
Harry stood in shock. He almost began crying himself, right there in the common room, in front of everyone. They were all watching him, silently laughing.. Harry felt light headed, the common room was spinning.. What had he done wrong? Why didn't Hermione want to see him anymore? What was wrong with her? Why was she crying? Harry couldn't help but care. He.. He loved her. He sat down on an arm chair next to the fire, put his head in his hands, and sat there, silently, until way past everyone else was in bed.