Chapter 23: Reverse
"You bastard! What did you do to me?!" Hermione screeched trying to get up.
"Don't even bother. There are invisible ropes on your hands and feet, and I have your wand," he smirked twirling her wand between his fingers.
"What are you doing? Is this some sick payback joke?" she said shrilly.
"Yes. I am giving you a taste of your own medicine. Don't you enjoy being at my mercy?" he smirked again.
"Yes," she automatically said and then opened her mouth in surprise. "You bastard! I'll kill you for this!" she screamed hoping someone would hear her.
"Once again don't bother. There's a silencing spell on the room. Now you know what it feels like to be taken advantage of like I was. But you liked that the other night didn't you," he said.
Hermione tried her hardest to say no but the opposite slipped out of her mouth.
"Do you like it when I kiss you here," he said inching towards her and then slowly kissing his way up her neck.
"Yes," she whispered closing her eyes.
"Do you like," he said kissing her between each word, "working against Voldemort. He continued to kiss her neck.
Hermione's eyes snapped open. "Yes," the word popped out of her mouth.
"What do you do for the Order?" he asked now starting to unbutton her blouse. Hermione began to tense up, and then suddenly relaxed.
"I don't work for the Order," she said. Draco stopped abruptly and looked at her.
"You're lying," he hissed.
"It is not possible for me to lie under the influence of Veratiserum," she said calmly.
"Then maybe you haven't had enough," he said angrily, grabbing a bottle out of his pocket. "Open your mouth or I'll do it for you," he said.
"How," she asked.
"Like this," he said and grabbed her breasts. Her mouth flew open and he threw the contents of the bottle down her throat. "Told you," he sneered before continuing his interrogation. "Now, what do you for the Order?" he asked once again.
"Nothing, because I don't work for them," she said once again.
"Unbelievable," Draco said astounded. "I guess we were wrong about you my little mudblood. You're as useless and pathetic as I thought," he said.
Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Draco kissed her quickly. He could feel her struggling to get rid of her binds but that didn't stop him. Suddenly, her arms flew around his neck, pulling him in closer. Her tongue darted into his mouth as far as it would go, tasting every little corner. He paused out of shock, but obviously Hermione wasn't going to do anything. He led her over to the couch and they fell on it. Draco looked down on her and broke the kiss for a minute.
"I have a question Malfoy. Do you want to go out with me?" she asked.
"Yes," he said without pausing to think. "You bitch," he yelled. Hermione chuckled at her intelligence. (She had saved some of the Veratiserum on her tongue and gave it to Draco when they kissed)
She silenced him with a look and then pulled him back to her. He broke the kiss once again. Hermione groaned.
"Now, you've asked me this question before and I answered it truthfully so it's my turn. Are you in love with me?" he asked seriously.
She looked at him in fear and sadness. "No," was all she said before getting up and going to her room.
Draco sat there for what felt like an eternity going over everything she had said. She didn't love him. No one loves him. At that moment Draco felt the loneliness and bitter hatred rush back to him. His eyes flashed a violent shade of dark purple and he walked collectively out of the tower.
Hermione was sitting in her room. She hadn't lied. She couldn't lie. She wasn't in love with Draco. Sure she liked him, but love? Please.
'Why should he be upset when he's the one that asked the question. It's not like I told him intentionally,' she thought. She stood up and opened one of her large ornate windows. It was cold outside and a distant roar of thunder could be heard. She threw her head out the window and breathed in the crisp fresh air.
Down in the distance she could see Draco flying around on his broom. Somehow this put her at ease and she smiled serenely, closing her eyes once more, savouring the few moments away from the rest of the world.
Suddenly a sharp voice pulled her away from her reverie. "We need to talk," Draco said outside her window.
"Go for it," Hermione said not moving to let him in.
"It's not the most comfortable of places sitting on a broom you know. And it's positively freezing out here," he said grinning at her.
Hermione's heart melted at his smile. "Alright, come in," she said stepping aside and letting him enter her room.
"I thought the know it all Gryffindor would be a neat freak as well," Draco said surveying her messy surroundings.
"Yes, well I didn't have time to clean everything up yet," she said.
"Ok, enough with the small talk, we could keep going like this for hours. You know I like you and I know you like me," he said waiting for her to go on.
"It could never work. You are on the side of the enemy, the one that is after my blood, my family's blood and my best friend's blood. It is unjust. Not only that, but we are enemies after all. I want unity and everything, but not with you Draco. Don't get me wrong, I think you are a great person, most days, but my friends and family are more important to me than a relationship. As much as I don't want to believe that, it would never work. You'd get sick of me and eventually break my heart and I don't want that to happen again." She stopped, giving him a few seconds to digest everything she'd said.
"It can work if we try. I want to go out with you sometime, so if you're not doing anything tomorrow I'll meet you at 7.00 pm in the Three Broomsticks, and we are allowed to go to Hogsmede anytime remember." He finished his sentence and walked out the door.
Hermione sat on her bed in a daze. Did she really want to go out with Draco Malfoy? 'Of course you do you idiot,' her brain screamed.
"Oh, I'll be at the bar whether you can make it or not," he said popping his head in through the door.
Draco walked back to his room. 'This is going to be too easy!' he thought happily with an odd feeling of guilt.
A/N: Confuse you enough? Good. So unbelievably sorry it took me an age to update, but I was slacking off, BIG TIME. Anyways, I bet you're wondering how Hermione could tell Draco she wasn't working for the Order? What is Draco up to? Will Hermione fall in love or have her heart broken? Why the hell did the chicken cross the road? Stay tuned to find out next time. And everyone that doesn't read this AN will have no idea what's going on (not that those of you who do read this will, hell, I don't even know what's going on!).
Draco90: I just saw the episode of Survivor when they all got letters from home, and it made me cry, esp. when Rupert got his. Don't tell me what happens next. By the way, I HATE ROB AND AMBER!!! I really hope you agree.
"You bastard! What did you do to me?!" Hermione screeched trying to get up.
"Don't even bother. There are invisible ropes on your hands and feet, and I have your wand," he smirked twirling her wand between his fingers.
"What are you doing? Is this some sick payback joke?" she said shrilly.
"Yes. I am giving you a taste of your own medicine. Don't you enjoy being at my mercy?" he smirked again.
"Yes," she automatically said and then opened her mouth in surprise. "You bastard! I'll kill you for this!" she screamed hoping someone would hear her.
"Once again don't bother. There's a silencing spell on the room. Now you know what it feels like to be taken advantage of like I was. But you liked that the other night didn't you," he said.
Hermione tried her hardest to say no but the opposite slipped out of her mouth.
"Do you like it when I kiss you here," he said inching towards her and then slowly kissing his way up her neck.
"Yes," she whispered closing her eyes.
"Do you like," he said kissing her between each word, "working against Voldemort. He continued to kiss her neck.
Hermione's eyes snapped open. "Yes," the word popped out of her mouth.
"What do you do for the Order?" he asked now starting to unbutton her blouse. Hermione began to tense up, and then suddenly relaxed.
"I don't work for the Order," she said. Draco stopped abruptly and looked at her.
"You're lying," he hissed.
"It is not possible for me to lie under the influence of Veratiserum," she said calmly.
"Then maybe you haven't had enough," he said angrily, grabbing a bottle out of his pocket. "Open your mouth or I'll do it for you," he said.
"How," she asked.
"Like this," he said and grabbed her breasts. Her mouth flew open and he threw the contents of the bottle down her throat. "Told you," he sneered before continuing his interrogation. "Now, what do you for the Order?" he asked once again.
"Nothing, because I don't work for them," she said once again.
"Unbelievable," Draco said astounded. "I guess we were wrong about you my little mudblood. You're as useless and pathetic as I thought," he said.
Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Draco kissed her quickly. He could feel her struggling to get rid of her binds but that didn't stop him. Suddenly, her arms flew around his neck, pulling him in closer. Her tongue darted into his mouth as far as it would go, tasting every little corner. He paused out of shock, but obviously Hermione wasn't going to do anything. He led her over to the couch and they fell on it. Draco looked down on her and broke the kiss for a minute.
"I have a question Malfoy. Do you want to go out with me?" she asked.
"Yes," he said without pausing to think. "You bitch," he yelled. Hermione chuckled at her intelligence. (She had saved some of the Veratiserum on her tongue and gave it to Draco when they kissed)
She silenced him with a look and then pulled him back to her. He broke the kiss once again. Hermione groaned.
"Now, you've asked me this question before and I answered it truthfully so it's my turn. Are you in love with me?" he asked seriously.
She looked at him in fear and sadness. "No," was all she said before getting up and going to her room.
Draco sat there for what felt like an eternity going over everything she had said. She didn't love him. No one loves him. At that moment Draco felt the loneliness and bitter hatred rush back to him. His eyes flashed a violent shade of dark purple and he walked collectively out of the tower.
Hermione was sitting in her room. She hadn't lied. She couldn't lie. She wasn't in love with Draco. Sure she liked him, but love? Please.
'Why should he be upset when he's the one that asked the question. It's not like I told him intentionally,' she thought. She stood up and opened one of her large ornate windows. It was cold outside and a distant roar of thunder could be heard. She threw her head out the window and breathed in the crisp fresh air.
Down in the distance she could see Draco flying around on his broom. Somehow this put her at ease and she smiled serenely, closing her eyes once more, savouring the few moments away from the rest of the world.
Suddenly a sharp voice pulled her away from her reverie. "We need to talk," Draco said outside her window.
"Go for it," Hermione said not moving to let him in.
"It's not the most comfortable of places sitting on a broom you know. And it's positively freezing out here," he said grinning at her.
Hermione's heart melted at his smile. "Alright, come in," she said stepping aside and letting him enter her room.
"I thought the know it all Gryffindor would be a neat freak as well," Draco said surveying her messy surroundings.
"Yes, well I didn't have time to clean everything up yet," she said.
"Ok, enough with the small talk, we could keep going like this for hours. You know I like you and I know you like me," he said waiting for her to go on.
"It could never work. You are on the side of the enemy, the one that is after my blood, my family's blood and my best friend's blood. It is unjust. Not only that, but we are enemies after all. I want unity and everything, but not with you Draco. Don't get me wrong, I think you are a great person, most days, but my friends and family are more important to me than a relationship. As much as I don't want to believe that, it would never work. You'd get sick of me and eventually break my heart and I don't want that to happen again." She stopped, giving him a few seconds to digest everything she'd said.
"It can work if we try. I want to go out with you sometime, so if you're not doing anything tomorrow I'll meet you at 7.00 pm in the Three Broomsticks, and we are allowed to go to Hogsmede anytime remember." He finished his sentence and walked out the door.
Hermione sat on her bed in a daze. Did she really want to go out with Draco Malfoy? 'Of course you do you idiot,' her brain screamed.
"Oh, I'll be at the bar whether you can make it or not," he said popping his head in through the door.
Draco walked back to his room. 'This is going to be too easy!' he thought happily with an odd feeling of guilt.
A/N: Confuse you enough? Good. So unbelievably sorry it took me an age to update, but I was slacking off, BIG TIME. Anyways, I bet you're wondering how Hermione could tell Draco she wasn't working for the Order? What is Draco up to? Will Hermione fall in love or have her heart broken? Why the hell did the chicken cross the road? Stay tuned to find out next time. And everyone that doesn't read this AN will have no idea what's going on (not that those of you who do read this will, hell, I don't even know what's going on!).
Draco90: I just saw the episode of Survivor when they all got letters from home, and it made me cry, esp. when Rupert got his. Don't tell me what happens next. By the way, I HATE ROB AND AMBER!!! I really hope you agree.