Forever Yours
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but Draco is my slave.
It was quiet and still in the library, allowing Hermione the opportunity to study uninterrupted. Madam Pince had left long before, and since the Head Girl was assistant librarian, she was required to stay late. To the best of her knowledge, she was the only student still hidden among the massive shelves, but she would finish that page and then go hunting for curfew breakers. Before she could leave her seat, Hermione was disturbed by a young fourth year shuffling his feet and staring at the floor as he approached her.
"Ummm....Miss Granger?" The boy was one of the students she tutored, and though he was younger than she, he was a good foot and a half taller.
"Good evening, Jeremy. What did you want to ask me?" Hermione knew what his behavior signaled: another brat kid had fallen in love with her. She was, as always, right.
"Her-Hermione...I-I-I love you!" Young Jeremy fumbled in his pockets, pulling out a large opal ring. Mione recalled that he came from a very rich, very old wizarding family that would never have approved of the match. He thrust the ring toward her and clumsily went down on one knee. "Hermione...I will love you forever...be mine, Hermione..."
Hermione struggled to contain her laughter, knowing it would crush the boy, and shook her head as his watery blue eyes pleaded with her golden gaze.
"No Jeremy. You're just a kid, and this is just a crush. I'm too old for you, and you're too young to be in love. Go back to your dorm, Jeremy. Get some sleep." Hermione smiled sympathetically and walked away, trying hard not to reveal her mirth. That was the fifth one this year to declare undying love for her. Stupid children...if only they knew what real love was. Unconsciously, Hermione traced a jagged, partially healed scar on her left palm. No, these boys knew nothing of love.....
The year before....
Hermione was in the library past midnight again, Madam Pince being kind enough to let her stay after hours if she locked up. Being a perfect student had its perks. Ron and Harry hadn't been able to talk about anything but Quidditch for weeks now, and she was sick of it. So she escaped to the library, her sanctuary, her refuge. She had just started her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she was lonelier than ever. Lavender and Parvati both had boyfriends to keep them company, but Hermione had no one of her own.
Making her rounds to chase out those little scamps who wanted to see if they could get locked in, or those who were so wrapped up in each other that they lost track of time, Hermione shoved her depressing thoughts to the back of her mind. Coming around the corner from the reference books to the fiction section, the studious, golden-eyed girl heard female giggles from somewhere on her left. Hermione gritted her teeth and turned in the direction of the sound, not wanting to walk into something obscene, but rules were rules. She soon saw the back of a Slytherin's robes and she rolled her eyes. God, Malfoy and one of his bitches.
"Excuse me...the library is closing, and if you don't want to lose points, I recommend that you leave." Hermione knew well that her cold, clipped voice could kill any mood, and it didn't fail her this time, thank God. She hated nasty scenes.
"Come on now, Granger. Don't be such a prude." Draco Malfoy's cold drawl slid across her skin like a fine silk, but she mentally shrugged off the effects, as she had for the last six years. "What would I have to pay for some quality time with my Pansy?"
Hermione inwardly groaned. Oh Lord, not Pansy! But sure enough, that dog face and the accompanying puppy whine soon assaulted her senses. She could make out something along the lines of "Draco she's such a mean bitch!" before Draco coolly told Pansy to get lost. Hermione met his eyes in a moment of stunned silence, and then the overly curvaceous Slytherin girl fled. Draco seemed to be almost...checking Hermione out, and it made her damn uncomfortable.
"Hermione...that's an interesting name..." Mione nearly choked. Malfoy was trying to make small talk with her?! Apparently, those icy silver eyes didn't miss her massive confusion. "Let me guess, you want to cut the bullshit?"
"Do you have something to say to me, Draco? I don't have all night. I actually try to get good grades on my own, and I have a mountain of homework." Hermione saw him pale, then flush. Before she could finish thinking how adorable he looked all pink like that, her arm was twisted behind her and she was pressed up against the steel muscle of his chest. One of his strong, long fingered hands held her arm pinned behind her back, the other tangled roughly in her hair. He forced her head back, making her golden gaze meet his silver. Oh God, Hermione prayed, don't let him hurt me... But hurting her didn't seem to be the object of his actions. As she stared up into his eyes, trapped in their spell, her lowered his head, kissing her skillfully, somehow knowing just what made her melt. Before she went to pieces completely, Draco pulled away, then leaned his forehead against hers. He was...gentle...letting her catch her breath before resuming his attack on her senses. Hermione couldn't repress a shiver as he ran his tongue along her lips, tracing them. Feeling this, Draco pulled away again and looked down at her.
"I think this is enough for now...for both of us." He grinned, releasing the arm he had trapped, caressing her cheek with the back of his knuckles. "One thing, my sweet, I will not tolerate you holding anything back when you are with me. I won't tolerate you being with anyone else either, since you belong to me now."
"Draco..."
"No. You are mine now." He cut off all Hermione's protests, pulling her close against him and holding her as he spoke. "I have wanted you so long now..."
Hermione couldn't reconcile the last ten minutes with the rest of her brain. It was impossible, utterly impossible. She thought it must be some kind of cruel joke, but this was the way her father held her mother...
"Draco...This seems completely unreal. So sudden..."
"I know. Watching you standing there, of me and my activities that it, well, made me lose it. Hermione...not only are you mine, but I am yours. Forever yours." Draco kissed her one last time and then stepped away. "I'll let you get back to your responsibilities." He laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweet librarian."
With that he was gone, leaving Hermione standing there with fingers pressed to incredulous lips still warm with the memory of his kiss.
The two forbidden lovers met nightly in the library, and true to his word, Draco belonged to Hermione alone. A strange bond had formed between the pair, a connection so strong they could sense each other through walls. Draco was completely in love with Hermione, and each time he held her, he damned the consequences, should his father find out. But, of course, he did.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest, Hermione Granger lay wrapped in her lover's arms, content to simply be held by him. It was both bliss and hell to love Draco; she never knew when he would surprise her with a small token of his love, but his moods were often dark. He was a kind, considerate, and overall excellent lover, yet he held depths of emotion behind his silver eyes that Hermione desperately longed to know. It was the end of spring, and soon the school year would be over and they would be separated for months. But not yet. They weren't ready yet.
"Hermione...how much do you love me?" Hermione sleepily blinked her large golden eyes, oddly unnerved by the question.
"I love you more than life, Draco. Why do you ask?" He smiled down at her, smoothing her light brown hair away from her eyes.
""Because I want to know that you won't turn and run, should my father find out about us. He might, you know, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill you." Draco spoke of death so easily sometimes that it disturbed Mione.
"And would you let him, Draco?" Peering up at him through her thick brown bangs, she begged that she would never see his love tested in such a way.
"Do you want the honest answer?"
"...Yes."
"I doubt if I would be able to kill him, but I would die for you Mione." With that, Draco pulled his cloak over them once more, kissing her passionately as he had so many times before. Things were just getting heated when a cold, cultured voice from a nearby tree interrupted.
"My, my, Draco. Such a lovely Mudblood, but a Mudblood nonetheless. It seems the bitch might tell tales now that your affair has been discovered. Best to cut out her tongue, I say." Stepping from the darkness of the forest, Lucius Malfoy eyed them coldly, twirling his cane in his fingers. Hermione gasped in fright and slight pain as Draco crushed her to him to prevent any attack. "Now, son, you wouldn't really throw your life away for a filthy little Mudblood whore, would you?"
Hermione shivered in fright, subtly magicking robes around her nude body. Draco felt it but said nothing, never taking his eyes from his father. As Draco remained speechless, Lucius raised his cane and spoke a single incantation that was very familiar to him.
"Avada Kedavra."
Returning to the dull duties of librarian once her reverie was over, Hermione shooed all the stragglers out of the library, then turned and ran to the very back of the huge room. Turning down various rows without looking at them, her feet taking over with the ease of long practice, she arrived before an ornate wooden door with no doorknob on its surface. Her golden eyes narrowed, Hermione placed her scarred left palm against the middle of the wood. The door glowed and flickered, then slowly became reflective and silvery. In heavy letters above the mirror's surface was written "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." Hermione spoke in a voice so soft it could barely be heard:
"I show not your face but your heart's desire."
Hermione's left hand began glowing, becoming silvery, and she quickly removed it from the surface of the Mirror of Erised. Smiling back at her was her beloved, Draco, whose love she had never needed to question or doubt. When Lucius had attacked, Draco had Apparated in front of her returning his father's spell with a Killing Curse of his own. He had fallen to the ground, his white blond hair staining crimson with the blood that flowed from the Dark Mark imprinted on his forehead. Hermione's anguished scream had been heard all the way back to the castle, and Dumbledore had come running. In return for her "service" in brining about the death of a notorious Death Eater, she was given a small fragment of the Mirror of Erised to ease her pain. Hermione felt that she could use the magic in that piece to find Draco, and weeks of research led her to a small shop in Knockturn Alley. There, she had learned the secret to summoning the mirror to her, wherever she was. The sliver of glass had gone into her hand, the words into her soul, and the greatest power of all to her whim.
Stepping up to the mirror again, Hermione placed her slivery, mirrored palm against Draco's, then her flesh was slipping into the mirror, his warm fingers wrapping around her own, pulling her close to him. She would have to leave early in the morning. She had Double Potions after breakfast.
Finis
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but Draco is my slave.
It was quiet and still in the library, allowing Hermione the opportunity to study uninterrupted. Madam Pince had left long before, and since the Head Girl was assistant librarian, she was required to stay late. To the best of her knowledge, she was the only student still hidden among the massive shelves, but she would finish that page and then go hunting for curfew breakers. Before she could leave her seat, Hermione was disturbed by a young fourth year shuffling his feet and staring at the floor as he approached her.
"Ummm....Miss Granger?" The boy was one of the students she tutored, and though he was younger than she, he was a good foot and a half taller.
"Good evening, Jeremy. What did you want to ask me?" Hermione knew what his behavior signaled: another brat kid had fallen in love with her. She was, as always, right.
"Her-Hermione...I-I-I love you!" Young Jeremy fumbled in his pockets, pulling out a large opal ring. Mione recalled that he came from a very rich, very old wizarding family that would never have approved of the match. He thrust the ring toward her and clumsily went down on one knee. "Hermione...I will love you forever...be mine, Hermione..."
Hermione struggled to contain her laughter, knowing it would crush the boy, and shook her head as his watery blue eyes pleaded with her golden gaze.
"No Jeremy. You're just a kid, and this is just a crush. I'm too old for you, and you're too young to be in love. Go back to your dorm, Jeremy. Get some sleep." Hermione smiled sympathetically and walked away, trying hard not to reveal her mirth. That was the fifth one this year to declare undying love for her. Stupid children...if only they knew what real love was. Unconsciously, Hermione traced a jagged, partially healed scar on her left palm. No, these boys knew nothing of love.....
The year before....
Hermione was in the library past midnight again, Madam Pince being kind enough to let her stay after hours if she locked up. Being a perfect student had its perks. Ron and Harry hadn't been able to talk about anything but Quidditch for weeks now, and she was sick of it. So she escaped to the library, her sanctuary, her refuge. She had just started her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she was lonelier than ever. Lavender and Parvati both had boyfriends to keep them company, but Hermione had no one of her own.
Making her rounds to chase out those little scamps who wanted to see if they could get locked in, or those who were so wrapped up in each other that they lost track of time, Hermione shoved her depressing thoughts to the back of her mind. Coming around the corner from the reference books to the fiction section, the studious, golden-eyed girl heard female giggles from somewhere on her left. Hermione gritted her teeth and turned in the direction of the sound, not wanting to walk into something obscene, but rules were rules. She soon saw the back of a Slytherin's robes and she rolled her eyes. God, Malfoy and one of his bitches.
"Excuse me...the library is closing, and if you don't want to lose points, I recommend that you leave." Hermione knew well that her cold, clipped voice could kill any mood, and it didn't fail her this time, thank God. She hated nasty scenes.
"Come on now, Granger. Don't be such a prude." Draco Malfoy's cold drawl slid across her skin like a fine silk, but she mentally shrugged off the effects, as she had for the last six years. "What would I have to pay for some quality time with my Pansy?"
Hermione inwardly groaned. Oh Lord, not Pansy! But sure enough, that dog face and the accompanying puppy whine soon assaulted her senses. She could make out something along the lines of "Draco she's such a mean bitch!" before Draco coolly told Pansy to get lost. Hermione met his eyes in a moment of stunned silence, and then the overly curvaceous Slytherin girl fled. Draco seemed to be almost...checking Hermione out, and it made her damn uncomfortable.
"Hermione...that's an interesting name..." Mione nearly choked. Malfoy was trying to make small talk with her?! Apparently, those icy silver eyes didn't miss her massive confusion. "Let me guess, you want to cut the bullshit?"
"Do you have something to say to me, Draco? I don't have all night. I actually try to get good grades on my own, and I have a mountain of homework." Hermione saw him pale, then flush. Before she could finish thinking how adorable he looked all pink like that, her arm was twisted behind her and she was pressed up against the steel muscle of his chest. One of his strong, long fingered hands held her arm pinned behind her back, the other tangled roughly in her hair. He forced her head back, making her golden gaze meet his silver. Oh God, Hermione prayed, don't let him hurt me... But hurting her didn't seem to be the object of his actions. As she stared up into his eyes, trapped in their spell, her lowered his head, kissing her skillfully, somehow knowing just what made her melt. Before she went to pieces completely, Draco pulled away, then leaned his forehead against hers. He was...gentle...letting her catch her breath before resuming his attack on her senses. Hermione couldn't repress a shiver as he ran his tongue along her lips, tracing them. Feeling this, Draco pulled away again and looked down at her.
"I think this is enough for now...for both of us." He grinned, releasing the arm he had trapped, caressing her cheek with the back of his knuckles. "One thing, my sweet, I will not tolerate you holding anything back when you are with me. I won't tolerate you being with anyone else either, since you belong to me now."
"Draco..."
"No. You are mine now." He cut off all Hermione's protests, pulling her close against him and holding her as he spoke. "I have wanted you so long now..."
Hermione couldn't reconcile the last ten minutes with the rest of her brain. It was impossible, utterly impossible. She thought it must be some kind of cruel joke, but this was the way her father held her mother...
"Draco...This seems completely unreal. So sudden..."
"I know. Watching you standing there, of me and my activities that it, well, made me lose it. Hermione...not only are you mine, but I am yours. Forever yours." Draco kissed her one last time and then stepped away. "I'll let you get back to your responsibilities." He laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweet librarian."
With that he was gone, leaving Hermione standing there with fingers pressed to incredulous lips still warm with the memory of his kiss.
The two forbidden lovers met nightly in the library, and true to his word, Draco belonged to Hermione alone. A strange bond had formed between the pair, a connection so strong they could sense each other through walls. Draco was completely in love with Hermione, and each time he held her, he damned the consequences, should his father find out. But, of course, he did.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest, Hermione Granger lay wrapped in her lover's arms, content to simply be held by him. It was both bliss and hell to love Draco; she never knew when he would surprise her with a small token of his love, but his moods were often dark. He was a kind, considerate, and overall excellent lover, yet he held depths of emotion behind his silver eyes that Hermione desperately longed to know. It was the end of spring, and soon the school year would be over and they would be separated for months. But not yet. They weren't ready yet.
"Hermione...how much do you love me?" Hermione sleepily blinked her large golden eyes, oddly unnerved by the question.
"I love you more than life, Draco. Why do you ask?" He smiled down at her, smoothing her light brown hair away from her eyes.
""Because I want to know that you won't turn and run, should my father find out about us. He might, you know, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill you." Draco spoke of death so easily sometimes that it disturbed Mione.
"And would you let him, Draco?" Peering up at him through her thick brown bangs, she begged that she would never see his love tested in such a way.
"Do you want the honest answer?"
"...Yes."
"I doubt if I would be able to kill him, but I would die for you Mione." With that, Draco pulled his cloak over them once more, kissing her passionately as he had so many times before. Things were just getting heated when a cold, cultured voice from a nearby tree interrupted.
"My, my, Draco. Such a lovely Mudblood, but a Mudblood nonetheless. It seems the bitch might tell tales now that your affair has been discovered. Best to cut out her tongue, I say." Stepping from the darkness of the forest, Lucius Malfoy eyed them coldly, twirling his cane in his fingers. Hermione gasped in fright and slight pain as Draco crushed her to him to prevent any attack. "Now, son, you wouldn't really throw your life away for a filthy little Mudblood whore, would you?"
Hermione shivered in fright, subtly magicking robes around her nude body. Draco felt it but said nothing, never taking his eyes from his father. As Draco remained speechless, Lucius raised his cane and spoke a single incantation that was very familiar to him.
"Avada Kedavra."
Returning to the dull duties of librarian once her reverie was over, Hermione shooed all the stragglers out of the library, then turned and ran to the very back of the huge room. Turning down various rows without looking at them, her feet taking over with the ease of long practice, she arrived before an ornate wooden door with no doorknob on its surface. Her golden eyes narrowed, Hermione placed her scarred left palm against the middle of the wood. The door glowed and flickered, then slowly became reflective and silvery. In heavy letters above the mirror's surface was written "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." Hermione spoke in a voice so soft it could barely be heard:
"I show not your face but your heart's desire."
Hermione's left hand began glowing, becoming silvery, and she quickly removed it from the surface of the Mirror of Erised. Smiling back at her was her beloved, Draco, whose love she had never needed to question or doubt. When Lucius had attacked, Draco had Apparated in front of her returning his father's spell with a Killing Curse of his own. He had fallen to the ground, his white blond hair staining crimson with the blood that flowed from the Dark Mark imprinted on his forehead. Hermione's anguished scream had been heard all the way back to the castle, and Dumbledore had come running. In return for her "service" in brining about the death of a notorious Death Eater, she was given a small fragment of the Mirror of Erised to ease her pain. Hermione felt that she could use the magic in that piece to find Draco, and weeks of research led her to a small shop in Knockturn Alley. There, she had learned the secret to summoning the mirror to her, wherever she was. The sliver of glass had gone into her hand, the words into her soul, and the greatest power of all to her whim.
Stepping up to the mirror again, Hermione placed her slivery, mirrored palm against Draco's, then her flesh was slipping into the mirror, his warm fingers wrapping around her own, pulling her close to him. She would have to leave early in the morning. She had Double Potions after breakfast.
Finis