Draco ran, faster than the speed of a thousand mustangs crossing the plains. He had to get to Hermione, his Hermione. Oh, it pained him to think that she was not truly his, like he longer for her to be with all of his heart. He was thinking so hard, that he didn't notice the overturned cobblestone in the hall. With the blink of an eye, he was on the floor.
Hermione backed against the bedroom wall. Perspiration was forming rapidly on her brow. Her heartbeat was as strong as lightening, and as loud. He took a step toward her. Hermione shut her eyes in terror.
"Don't be afraid, Hermione, sweet princess." he whispered. He looked mad. His green eyes sparkled from behind his tousled raven hair. A sick smile on his face, made Hermione shiver and with she was anywhere in the world then with him.
Where is he…
As he came toward her, she braced herself as best as she could. All of her muscles tightened, and she turned her head to the right. He laughed.
"What do you think…I am going to do?" he whispered mockingly, but he was so close that she could feel his warm, moist, putrid breath on her face.
"Please….please just leave me be," Hermione begged, as he slid his index finger from her wet cheek, down, down over her breast, pausing for a moment. Hermione gasped, shutting her eyes tighter. He chuckled. He leaned right into her hair, his lips almost toughing her ear.
"You know you want it," he mumbled, licking the top of her ear. Hermione felt like she was going to throw up. She had never felt such repulse in her whole life, and never had she imagined it. She hated him so much.
"Get….away….from…me!" Hermione growled through clenched teeth. He backed away, looking confused.
"What did you just say to me?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. She spat in his face.
"You heard me!"
He sent a hard blow to her right cheek, sending her flying onto the bed. Before she could react, he climbed on top of her, not letting her up. Hermione started bawling uncontrollably. She could not hold it together, and she didn't care if she looked like a fool. He laughed at her, and started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't even bother to fight him, she knew what was coming to her. She just turned her head to the side.
"Draco…" she whispered, and closed her eyes as he rode her, deep and hard. The last thing she could remember before it went black, was him telling her to not tell a soul or he'd kill her by doing the exact same thing.
He woke up in the infirmary, he wasn't sure when or how he had gotten there. He slowly opened his eyes, which were very heavy, like he had not opened them in forever. There was no one around.
"Hello? Anyone?" he called out, hoping for a response. Something on the other side of the room broke. A woman came rushing toward him, her eyes wide.
"Someone call Dumbledore!" She screamed, and he winced. What was the big deal? He was just waking up…
A second later, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and a few other teachers came rushing in, looking shocked.
"Young man! Your awake! We were all starting to consider the fact that you were gone," Dumbledore said, removing his hat. The others nodded.
"Um," he said, very confused. "What's the matter?"
"Well, dear boy, you've been asleep for almost a month now. Concussion," McGonagall said, frowning. Draco was baffled. A concussion? From what?
"You were running in the hall, and you tripped and split your skull open on the stone. Filch saw everything."
"What would I be doing running in the hall?" he asked, and the others looked at each other.
"You with me that night. You said something about an odd feeling that something wasn't right, so I let you go. You bolted right out of the classroom," Snape murmured. Draco shook his head.
"What are you talking about? What feeling? I was never with you, especially after hours, Professor. And where is Hermione?" Draco asked furiously. What did they take him for? An idiot? He knew nothing of staying after with Snape, nor running and falling. So how could he have gotten this Coma? He didn't care, as long as he could see his Hermione again. The last thing he remembered was watching her fall asleep in his bed that night, she looked so beautiful…
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Hermione backed against the bedroom wall. Perspiration was forming rapidly on her brow. Her heartbeat was as strong as lightening, and as loud. He took a step toward her. Hermione shut her eyes in terror.
"Don't be afraid, Hermione, sweet princess." he whispered. He looked mad. His green eyes sparkled from behind his tousled raven hair. A sick smile on his face, made Hermione shiver and with she was anywhere in the world then with him.
Where is he…
As he came toward her, she braced herself as best as she could. All of her muscles tightened, and she turned her head to the right. He laughed.
"What do you think…I am going to do?" he whispered mockingly, but he was so close that she could feel his warm, moist, putrid breath on her face.
"Please….please just leave me be," Hermione begged, as he slid his index finger from her wet cheek, down, down over her breast, pausing for a moment. Hermione gasped, shutting her eyes tighter. He chuckled. He leaned right into her hair, his lips almost toughing her ear.
"You know you want it," he mumbled, licking the top of her ear. Hermione felt like she was going to throw up. She had never felt such repulse in her whole life, and never had she imagined it. She hated him so much.
"Get….away….from…me!" Hermione growled through clenched teeth. He backed away, looking confused.
"What did you just say to me?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. She spat in his face.
"You heard me!"
He sent a hard blow to her right cheek, sending her flying onto the bed. Before she could react, he climbed on top of her, not letting her up. Hermione started bawling uncontrollably. She could not hold it together, and she didn't care if she looked like a fool. He laughed at her, and started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't even bother to fight him, she knew what was coming to her. She just turned her head to the side.
"Draco…" she whispered, and closed her eyes as he rode her, deep and hard. The last thing she could remember before it went black, was him telling her to not tell a soul or he'd kill her by doing the exact same thing.
He woke up in the infirmary, he wasn't sure when or how he had gotten there. He slowly opened his eyes, which were very heavy, like he had not opened them in forever. There was no one around.
"Hello? Anyone?" he called out, hoping for a response. Something on the other side of the room broke. A woman came rushing toward him, her eyes wide.
"Someone call Dumbledore!" She screamed, and he winced. What was the big deal? He was just waking up…
A second later, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and a few other teachers came rushing in, looking shocked.
"Young man! Your awake! We were all starting to consider the fact that you were gone," Dumbledore said, removing his hat. The others nodded.
"Um," he said, very confused. "What's the matter?"
"Well, dear boy, you've been asleep for almost a month now. Concussion," McGonagall said, frowning. Draco was baffled. A concussion? From what?
"You were running in the hall, and you tripped and split your skull open on the stone. Filch saw everything."
"What would I be doing running in the hall?" he asked, and the others looked at each other.
"You with me that night. You said something about an odd feeling that something wasn't right, so I let you go. You bolted right out of the classroom," Snape murmured. Draco shook his head.
"What are you talking about? What feeling? I was never with you, especially after hours, Professor. And where is Hermione?" Draco asked furiously. What did they take him for? An idiot? He knew nothing of staying after with Snape, nor running and falling. So how could he have gotten this Coma? He didn't care, as long as he could see his Hermione again. The last thing he remembered was watching her fall asleep in his bed that night, she looked so beautiful…
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