Title: Dreams Kill
Author: Fallen Angel of Hell
Rating: PG-13
Coupling: Draco and Hermione
Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters, but if I did I would share.
Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson
Summary: All hell seems to break loose when Dudley admits what he relived when the dementors attacked to Harry. OotP spoilers.
Thanks!
EyEluvBOB-XX- Thanks again for both reviews. I should probably add another song fic. I'm not always one for the happy ending. Anya is actually 25. Destiny was 15 at death.
Ch. 3 Hand prints and finger marks
"They're all dead. They just don't know it yet." Eric Draven 'The Crow'
Three full weeks had passed since Harry had told Anya about his cousin's secret. He felt a little more free now that at least somebody knew. Summer was drawing to a close and Gryffindor tower seemed to grow a little more because Malfoy had been moved there because he had been the only Slytherin. Now there wasn't any minute that didn't have any ridicule coming from Malfoy's direction.
Though there was an advantage to sharing a common room with Malfoy and that was he fell asleep on the couch often making pranks easy. The latest prank was pulled off by Ron and he had made it look like Malfoy had wet his pants. All but the little blonde Slytherin prince had a laugh.
On the third Friday Hermione decided to lie on the couch to take a nap. She hadn't been sleeping too well knowing that Malfoy had been added to the "family" and with everyone out of the tower she felt like seizing the opportunity.
She drifted away with little effort giving in to a dream that she would be surprised to have.
Her dreams
"Where in Gods green earth did I put that book?" Hermione asked herself.
"Tell me do Mudbloods always talk to themselves?" Malfoy's voice announced from the couch.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Hello to you too," Malfoy said pulling a fingernail file from his robes pocket. "What are you looking for?"
"My book Ferretboy," she answered. Striding over to where the prince had decided to sit and picking up a pillow she found her book titled "Men: How to Live Without." Once Malfoy caught the title he snorted.
"So you're a lesbian then?" he asked.
"No," she replied in a rather haughty tone. "I thought that the book would be funny. It has been so far."
"Really," he said leaning back and placing his hands behind his head while Hermione opened her book. She hadn't even been reading for five minutes when Malfoy broke into a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Hermione questioned.
"You," he said, "you look so different naked."
"Excuse me?" she asked looking down. She was perfectly clothed in blue jeans and a spaghetti strapped pink shirt. "I have clothes on you pervert."
"I know that, but seeing as I haven't gotten anything in the last month I figure that even picturing a naked body couldn't hurt even if it's yours."
"You're sick," she muttered looking back at her book. To Malfoy she seemed to be reading, but in her mind she was taking off all his clothes. She looked up again. Even for someone who had treated her so badly from day one, in his nude form he had a perfect build.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
"We all know you're not," she snapped.
"So you are," he laughed, "I figured as much considering your head is always buried in a book."
Hermione huffed and threw down her book. Her patience was wearing very thin, but the way he had been talking to her was a bit of a turn-on. Slowly her breathing seemed to increase and her heart rate doubled.
"So what if I am?" she questioned standing up.
In turn Malfoy also stood as if trying to tell her that he was the sexiest man alive and no woman ever told him no. He could even see the lust in her eyes. At this point he didn't care if she was Muggle born. Her body was perfect. Much like magnets do, the Slytherin prince moved in on Hermione.
"You are very beautiful, Granger," he whispered in her ear. "Now let's not let it go to waste."
His soft lips pressed against hers while he pulled her close to him. He kissed her for a long while their tongues battling for a winner. For a minute they stopped. Hermione's lips were bruised and swollen now.
"Damn, you are one hell of a kisser," she said. Smirking he picked her up and carried her up to the boys dormitory where he had his own room away from Harry and Ron.
Malfoy quickly learned that Hermione hadn't been lying about her virginity. At first he couldn't believe that she hadn't slept with either of her best friends or Krum for that matter. He grinned over at her sleeping form and thought of the moments they had shared.
He sat up and looked at her. She was so perfect, her skin was so soft and the way she slept was adorable. Malfoy knew that in his life perfect things didn't exist and while he watched he could see Hemione's belly take a fuller shape. A cruel voice echoed in his ears telling him that she was pregnant.
Not being able to stand the thought of being the father of a Mudblood's child he reached for her thin neck. Just a little would do. His long cold fingers wrapped around her throat and he added pressure as soon as she woke up.
"What are you doing?" she demanded as she choked. "What about our baby?"
Tears pushed out of her eyes as she fought, but given what she had just done with him she was far too weak to fight. He was on top of her pushing his hands farther into her throat. A gurgling noise issued from Hermione's throat and her eyes were bulging. She was nearly dead now. It wouldn't take long. A Malfoy's nature was to kill. As long as the two were making love, Hermione had been a witch, but now that they were finished she was a Mudblood again and so much better off dead.
"You will not trap me you filthy flea ridden Mudblood," he snarled hearing a bone chilling snap. Her neck had broken.
waking
Hermione flew up from her sleeping position and into the arms of a strong man still breathing heavily. For a few minutes she cried into his shoulder before lifting her head and staring into the cold grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"What were you dreaming?" he asked sounding slightly concerned. Pushing him off of her Hermione curled up into the fetal position.
"You," she said, "you strangled me."
Malfoy looked at her and kneeled on his knees. Now he was often cruel to this girl, but this dream that she seemed to have about him was very disturbing.
"I wouldn't do that," he said. "I wouldn't make someone like you suffer."
Hermione looked deep into his eyes searching for some sign of good in the Malfoy. His eyes were cold, but they seemed to tell a story. Sitting up she looked at him tilting her head slightly and not even realizing their heads drawing closer to one another. Their lips met briefly and the broke.
"I think I've fallen in love with you," he said in her ear before kissing her neck gently. "Let's see where we go first."
He left without saying one more word and Hermione pulled a mirror out of her pocket that she had been carrying since fourth year. Her face looked fine though she was paler than usual so she looked on her neck.
Her neck was not nearly as perfect as it had been. Long and very thin marking bruised her neck like a skeleton had attempted to strangle her, not someone who still had flesh on their bones.
(TBC)
Freaky huh? There are three more of these types of dreams before we
get to the last two or three chapters. The next one is... well I won't
say anything. Use your imagination. So now that you've read there's a
little blue button just below here that says submit review so give one
up. Flames will be laughed at or pictured naked whichever I prefer and
constructive critism is more that welcomed.
I've just been to see Movie number three and I was not nearly as impressed as I had hoped. I was actually disappointed it didn't follow the book as much as the first 2 movies. Let's hope the fourth isn't slaughtered near as much.
Forever
Fallen Angel of Hell
Author: Fallen Angel of Hell
Rating: PG-13
Coupling: Draco and Hermione
Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters, but if I did I would share.
Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson
Summary: All hell seems to break loose when Dudley admits what he relived when the dementors attacked to Harry. OotP spoilers.
Thanks!
EyEluvBOB-XX- Thanks again for both reviews. I should probably add another song fic. I'm not always one for the happy ending. Anya is actually 25. Destiny was 15 at death.
Ch. 3 Hand prints and finger marks
"They're all dead. They just don't know it yet." Eric Draven 'The Crow'
Three full weeks had passed since Harry had told Anya about his cousin's secret. He felt a little more free now that at least somebody knew. Summer was drawing to a close and Gryffindor tower seemed to grow a little more because Malfoy had been moved there because he had been the only Slytherin. Now there wasn't any minute that didn't have any ridicule coming from Malfoy's direction.
Though there was an advantage to sharing a common room with Malfoy and that was he fell asleep on the couch often making pranks easy. The latest prank was pulled off by Ron and he had made it look like Malfoy had wet his pants. All but the little blonde Slytherin prince had a laugh.
On the third Friday Hermione decided to lie on the couch to take a nap. She hadn't been sleeping too well knowing that Malfoy had been added to the "family" and with everyone out of the tower she felt like seizing the opportunity.
She drifted away with little effort giving in to a dream that she would be surprised to have.
Her dreams
"Where in Gods green earth did I put that book?" Hermione asked herself.
"Tell me do Mudbloods always talk to themselves?" Malfoy's voice announced from the couch.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Hello to you too," Malfoy said pulling a fingernail file from his robes pocket. "What are you looking for?"
"My book Ferretboy," she answered. Striding over to where the prince had decided to sit and picking up a pillow she found her book titled "Men: How to Live Without." Once Malfoy caught the title he snorted.
"So you're a lesbian then?" he asked.
"No," she replied in a rather haughty tone. "I thought that the book would be funny. It has been so far."
"Really," he said leaning back and placing his hands behind his head while Hermione opened her book. She hadn't even been reading for five minutes when Malfoy broke into a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Hermione questioned.
"You," he said, "you look so different naked."
"Excuse me?" she asked looking down. She was perfectly clothed in blue jeans and a spaghetti strapped pink shirt. "I have clothes on you pervert."
"I know that, but seeing as I haven't gotten anything in the last month I figure that even picturing a naked body couldn't hurt even if it's yours."
"You're sick," she muttered looking back at her book. To Malfoy she seemed to be reading, but in her mind she was taking off all his clothes. She looked up again. Even for someone who had treated her so badly from day one, in his nude form he had a perfect build.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
"We all know you're not," she snapped.
"So you are," he laughed, "I figured as much considering your head is always buried in a book."
Hermione huffed and threw down her book. Her patience was wearing very thin, but the way he had been talking to her was a bit of a turn-on. Slowly her breathing seemed to increase and her heart rate doubled.
"So what if I am?" she questioned standing up.
In turn Malfoy also stood as if trying to tell her that he was the sexiest man alive and no woman ever told him no. He could even see the lust in her eyes. At this point he didn't care if she was Muggle born. Her body was perfect. Much like magnets do, the Slytherin prince moved in on Hermione.
"You are very beautiful, Granger," he whispered in her ear. "Now let's not let it go to waste."
His soft lips pressed against hers while he pulled her close to him. He kissed her for a long while their tongues battling for a winner. For a minute they stopped. Hermione's lips were bruised and swollen now.
"Damn, you are one hell of a kisser," she said. Smirking he picked her up and carried her up to the boys dormitory where he had his own room away from Harry and Ron.
Malfoy quickly learned that Hermione hadn't been lying about her virginity. At first he couldn't believe that she hadn't slept with either of her best friends or Krum for that matter. He grinned over at her sleeping form and thought of the moments they had shared.
He sat up and looked at her. She was so perfect, her skin was so soft and the way she slept was adorable. Malfoy knew that in his life perfect things didn't exist and while he watched he could see Hemione's belly take a fuller shape. A cruel voice echoed in his ears telling him that she was pregnant.
Not being able to stand the thought of being the father of a Mudblood's child he reached for her thin neck. Just a little would do. His long cold fingers wrapped around her throat and he added pressure as soon as she woke up.
"What are you doing?" she demanded as she choked. "What about our baby?"
Tears pushed out of her eyes as she fought, but given what she had just done with him she was far too weak to fight. He was on top of her pushing his hands farther into her throat. A gurgling noise issued from Hermione's throat and her eyes were bulging. She was nearly dead now. It wouldn't take long. A Malfoy's nature was to kill. As long as the two were making love, Hermione had been a witch, but now that they were finished she was a Mudblood again and so much better off dead.
"You will not trap me you filthy flea ridden Mudblood," he snarled hearing a bone chilling snap. Her neck had broken.
waking
Hermione flew up from her sleeping position and into the arms of a strong man still breathing heavily. For a few minutes she cried into his shoulder before lifting her head and staring into the cold grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"What were you dreaming?" he asked sounding slightly concerned. Pushing him off of her Hermione curled up into the fetal position.
"You," she said, "you strangled me."
Malfoy looked at her and kneeled on his knees. Now he was often cruel to this girl, but this dream that she seemed to have about him was very disturbing.
"I wouldn't do that," he said. "I wouldn't make someone like you suffer."
Hermione looked deep into his eyes searching for some sign of good in the Malfoy. His eyes were cold, but they seemed to tell a story. Sitting up she looked at him tilting her head slightly and not even realizing their heads drawing closer to one another. Their lips met briefly and the broke.
"I think I've fallen in love with you," he said in her ear before kissing her neck gently. "Let's see where we go first."
He left without saying one more word and Hermione pulled a mirror out of her pocket that she had been carrying since fourth year. Her face looked fine though she was paler than usual so she looked on her neck.
Her neck was not nearly as perfect as it had been. Long and very thin marking bruised her neck like a skeleton had attempted to strangle her, not someone who still had flesh on their bones.
(TBC)
Freaky huh? There are three more of these types of dreams before we
get to the last two or three chapters. The next one is... well I won't
say anything. Use your imagination. So now that you've read there's a
little blue button just below here that says submit review so give one
up. Flames will be laughed at or pictured naked whichever I prefer and
constructive critism is more that welcomed.
I've just been to see Movie number three and I was not nearly as impressed as I had hoped. I was actually disappointed it didn't follow the book as much as the first 2 movies. Let's hope the fourth isn't slaughtered near as much.
Forever
Fallen Angel of Hell