The dark side of Draco appears. A ton of things happen in the chapter...itz
craziee, but wut can I say? I'm crazy:p
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Chapter 3. Abused
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It was morning too soon. Hermione groaned as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her pale neck was thanks to Draco. "Concilio" she muttered as she charmed her hickeys to disappear. She stepped into the bathroom and was very pleased to see that it was a Draco-free zone. The hot vanilla scented water soothed her aching muscles......
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Hermione made a mental list in her mind.
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One. Draco Malfoy is not your average seduce and screw.
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Two. Draco Malfoy is a very good kisser.
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Three. Draco Malfoy has seduced her.
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Four. Draco Malfoy has a very nice body
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Five. She really needed to seduce him.
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Six. She needed him to want her in order to do that.
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Seven. She could just do that by eliminating every single girl in the world.
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Eight. He was a deatheater.
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Did she really have to think about that now? She sighed and went back to her previous thoughts on how to get Draco Malfoy as she relaxed into her hot bath.
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Draco slowly rolled himself out of bed. He smirked remembering last night. She didn't know she was playing with the fire. . . . . . . . .the bathroom was thankfully empty as he took his much needed cold shower. He inhaled the scent of vanilla lingering in the bath. He did have a thing for vanilla as well, didn't he? It was as if Hermione Granger had a book titled, 'Things Draco likes.' It was very scary.
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Hermione sighed as she seated herself in the Gryffindor table. It was still very early in the morning and the hall was completely empty. She straightened her uniform skirt. Nothing could express her extreme loathing for them. The long knee high pleated skirt and big white-blouse with an ugly sweater and a dull black robe over it all. But then, the new Hermione Granger wasn't about to wear THAT to school. No, sir! Her skirt was micro- mini and her top tight fitting. Her top two buttons were undone and her robe clung to her body. She was also wearing black lace-up ankle boots to finish the look. 'Thank god that at least we could wear whatever shoes we wanted to.' She thought. 'And also that there was no rule against charming the uniforms a bit.'
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Draco smirked as he saw Hermione Granger walking towards him her bag almost about to burst from the many books it were holding. But what made him smirk wasn't that. It was her quite revealing uniform. "Hey, Granger, The school lets you wear uniforms like yours?"
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Hermione smirked back at him. "I don't hear anyone complaining." She turned and kept walking to her first class, N.E.W.T potions. She smirked. She really seemed to do that a LOT lately. It was probably the deadly Malfoy disease Draco has been spreading around. The disease of smirking. DOS.
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Weeks after weeks flew by and the Head Girl and Boy rarely had a chance to talk or for Hermione to finish what they started on the night of September 1st. And all too soon, it was Halloween.
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Hermione sat with Draco in front of the fireplace both writing their 10 foot essay for Snape. He really was an evil greasy git. Hermione finished the last sentence and turned to look at Draco. He was staring into the fire having already finished. It really was amazing how much time Draco spent around the fireplace.
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'He must be a pyro(A/N is that how you spell it?).' She thought. "You know, we really need to think about the Halloween Ball."
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"Screw it." Was the reply from him. Hermione frowned.
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"We have to hand in our ideas tomorrow."
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"Uh-huh, and I say we screw it."
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Hermione smirked at him. "I'd rather screw you, anytime."
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"Bet you say that to all the boys."
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"No, just you."
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"Wow, I feel special." "What can I say, Draco. Your charms just turn me on."
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"Yay, why don't we all just get naked and have wild monkey sex?" He drawled in his sarcastic voice. "I can only hope." She replied back. He gave her his traditional smirk. "So, what has our Ms. Smart-Granger came up with for ideas?"
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"Well, I was kind of thinking that we should decorate one side like Heaven and the other like Hell. And have us and the prefects dress up as opposite to their partner. That is unless you have different ideas......"
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"Sounds ok to me. Since the brilliant Draco Malfoy that I am has no other ideas. And I suppose we're gonna go as angel and devil?"
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"Wha-what makes you think that WE'LL be going together?"
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"It's obvious. So, I'll be Lucifer himself and dress up in black and you can be the angel."
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"ME? Angel? Haha, very funny. I was thinking about wearing a kinky skintight leather outfit with a whip. . . . . like those SM girls."
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Draco looked at her in disbelief. That had to be one sentence he could have sworn Hermione Granger would never say. But then, that girl wasn't Hermione Granger, or was she? "I don't go with angelic."
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"Why? Guilty conscience as a Death Eater?" Hermione regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. She was so stupid sometimes. So very stupid, that is.
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His gray eyes darkened as he felt the anger stir him from within. How dare she, a filthy mudblood she was. He slapped her across the face before he even realized what he was doing. A red handprint appeared on her pale cheek. He saw her stand up and apologize but his ears were full of a weird buzzing sound and he felt as if he couldn't control his body, his actions. He saw the fear in her chocolate brown eyes and he pushed her against the wall. Fear only made him angier.
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Hermione was really regretting it now. His grip on her wrist didn't loosen a bit and she could feel the bruises coming. "You think you know everything, mudblood, but you don't know a shit about what you said back there. You should keep your filthy mouth shut, before you get. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . hurt, or worse." He let the last word linger in the air.
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"What are you gonna do, kill me? Just like you killed my mother?" She really was asking for it wasn't she? Oh well, it was after all spilled water. But she didn't need to add oil to the fire. "I already told you I didn't kill your mother. And besides, I can think of a lot of things much worse than death. . . . . . ."
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Hermione glared at him. How dared he threaten her. He had gone too far this time didn't he? "You-You're all the same! Oppressing the weak just because you have power. Killing for joy. Killing people knowing that it was because you had the power. I bet you follow that saying too huh? What was it---oh, I remember now, there is no good and evil. Only power and those without. Huh? Is that it? Do you sleep well at night knowing so many innocent lives had been destroyed? Knowing there are orphaned children caused by your entertainment? Knowing YOUR parents won't suffer the same fate. Because why? Because you have the power. Because you have the mark. Because you worship that snake you call your master. Because you are a fucking Death Ea- " She broke off as his fist connected solidly with her jaw. She fell to the ground tears running down her face but glaring into his dark stormy gray eyes. He was furious and she knew that. But it felt better now that she had said everything she had ever said to Malfoy. The consequences weren't going to be pretty.
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"How dare you? You think you're so smart huh? 'Oh yes, here's another Malfoy. He must be another Death Eater just like his father. Blame him for everything' Is that it? Huh? You have no fucking idea what the hell you're talking about? So just SHUT UP!!! Do you really want to know the truth, bitch? No, wait, I can't tell you that, you'll just run off to good old Dumbledor and tattletale huh? Mind your own business, mudblood, before you get hurt, or worse." He turned and walked into his room slamming the door close behind him. It was amazing how quick the mood changed due to Granger's foolish question. He sighed and laid down onto the bed. Half of him wanted to go check whether she was all right. He knew his punchs were never light. But the other half saying she deserved it won in the end.
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He rolled up his left sleeved and looked at his mark.
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She would never understand.
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Hermione let out a small sob as she lay on a heap on the floor. She knew she deserved the punch. It was because of her stupid mouth. But the reason for her tears was because she remembered. The last time she'd been hit by someone. . . . . . . . .
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Thwack. His fist connected solidly and she was sure her jaw would be severely bruised. She looked up to meet his blackish gray eyes.
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"Don't tell me what to do or not do, mudblood. You know as well as I that as much as you try to change the past, what will pass will come to pass no matter what."
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"I-I thought you loved me." She what she said was a mistake. She knew he didn't love anyone.
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"You thought wrong then. You should be glad that I'm so lenient with you."
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"Lenient? LENIENT? Lenient my ass, you are the most vile, evil-"
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"Crucio."
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White hot searing pain spread around her body. She screamed but she knew her scream would not be heard outside the chamber. That was why he always took her there to. . . . . . . 'Talk'
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"Watch your tongue, little mouse."
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She healed her bruises with a charm she knew all too well. Hermione desperately wished sleep would come soon. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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"Draco, please, I'm sorry." She said for the umpteenth time that day. She knew she'd be rewarded with another cold look. And she was right. She knew why Draco refused to acknowledge her existence all day today. She knew why Draco was mad. She knew why Draco punched her. And she knew why Draco hated her. And she also knew that she just had to wait until the ice inside him melted.
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She was reading in the common room when Draco came in, obviously in a very foul mood. "Draco I-"
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"Shut up, Granger."
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"I'm really sorry. I swear I won't talk like that. I'm so sorry."
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"I told you, shut up Granger and kiss me." Hermione could not believe her ears. And she was very surprised when she found his lips on hers. Was he on drugs?
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Five seconds later she decided she really didn't care if he was.
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"Am I forgiven then?" she whispered into his ear.
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"Not really." Was his muffled answer. The infamous Draco Malfoy didn't know what made him kiss her. It had to be her red pouty lips wasn't it?
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He pulled apart and ran his finger along her jaw. He was surprised to not see her flinch. "I'm sorry I hit you earlier." He whispered.
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Hermione smiled at him. "That all right. After all, I deserved it didn't I? He said I always did. . . . . . " Hermione quickly covered her mouth shocked by what had just slipped out.
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Draco looked curiously at her. "He? Who's he? Is someone abusing you, Hermione? Is that why you knew the spell to heal bruises?"
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"How about you mind your own business and I mind mine?" she snapped back at him.
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"Hermione, I can help you here. We should go to Dumbledore, as much as I don't like to, but this is very serious."
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"You can't help me. No one can." Was that a hint of sadness he detected in her voice?
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"Hermione, I-"
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"Good-night, Draco." He was speechless as he saw her walk into her room and shut the door.
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There was something very wrong with Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy was going to find out what.
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I know I know. They fight and make up and sorta fight again in just one chapter. . .
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Thank you to all my reviewers!
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REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or else. . . Dum dum dum DUM!!!!!
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Chapter 3. Abused
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It was morning too soon. Hermione groaned as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her pale neck was thanks to Draco. "Concilio" she muttered as she charmed her hickeys to disappear. She stepped into the bathroom and was very pleased to see that it was a Draco-free zone. The hot vanilla scented water soothed her aching muscles......
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Hermione made a mental list in her mind.
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One. Draco Malfoy is not your average seduce and screw.
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Two. Draco Malfoy is a very good kisser.
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Three. Draco Malfoy has seduced her.
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Four. Draco Malfoy has a very nice body
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Five. She really needed to seduce him.
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Six. She needed him to want her in order to do that.
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Seven. She could just do that by eliminating every single girl in the world.
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Eight. He was a deatheater.
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Did she really have to think about that now? She sighed and went back to her previous thoughts on how to get Draco Malfoy as she relaxed into her hot bath.
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Draco slowly rolled himself out of bed. He smirked remembering last night. She didn't know she was playing with the fire. . . . . . . . .the bathroom was thankfully empty as he took his much needed cold shower. He inhaled the scent of vanilla lingering in the bath. He did have a thing for vanilla as well, didn't he? It was as if Hermione Granger had a book titled, 'Things Draco likes.' It was very scary.
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Hermione sighed as she seated herself in the Gryffindor table. It was still very early in the morning and the hall was completely empty. She straightened her uniform skirt. Nothing could express her extreme loathing for them. The long knee high pleated skirt and big white-blouse with an ugly sweater and a dull black robe over it all. But then, the new Hermione Granger wasn't about to wear THAT to school. No, sir! Her skirt was micro- mini and her top tight fitting. Her top two buttons were undone and her robe clung to her body. She was also wearing black lace-up ankle boots to finish the look. 'Thank god that at least we could wear whatever shoes we wanted to.' She thought. 'And also that there was no rule against charming the uniforms a bit.'
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Draco smirked as he saw Hermione Granger walking towards him her bag almost about to burst from the many books it were holding. But what made him smirk wasn't that. It was her quite revealing uniform. "Hey, Granger, The school lets you wear uniforms like yours?"
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Hermione smirked back at him. "I don't hear anyone complaining." She turned and kept walking to her first class, N.E.W.T potions. She smirked. She really seemed to do that a LOT lately. It was probably the deadly Malfoy disease Draco has been spreading around. The disease of smirking. DOS.
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Weeks after weeks flew by and the Head Girl and Boy rarely had a chance to talk or for Hermione to finish what they started on the night of September 1st. And all too soon, it was Halloween.
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Hermione sat with Draco in front of the fireplace both writing their 10 foot essay for Snape. He really was an evil greasy git. Hermione finished the last sentence and turned to look at Draco. He was staring into the fire having already finished. It really was amazing how much time Draco spent around the fireplace.
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'He must be a pyro(A/N is that how you spell it?).' She thought. "You know, we really need to think about the Halloween Ball."
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"Screw it." Was the reply from him. Hermione frowned.
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"We have to hand in our ideas tomorrow."
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"Uh-huh, and I say we screw it."
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Hermione smirked at him. "I'd rather screw you, anytime."
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"Bet you say that to all the boys."
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"No, just you."
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"Wow, I feel special." "What can I say, Draco. Your charms just turn me on."
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"Yay, why don't we all just get naked and have wild monkey sex?" He drawled in his sarcastic voice. "I can only hope." She replied back. He gave her his traditional smirk. "So, what has our Ms. Smart-Granger came up with for ideas?"
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"Well, I was kind of thinking that we should decorate one side like Heaven and the other like Hell. And have us and the prefects dress up as opposite to their partner. That is unless you have different ideas......"
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"Sounds ok to me. Since the brilliant Draco Malfoy that I am has no other ideas. And I suppose we're gonna go as angel and devil?"
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"Wha-what makes you think that WE'LL be going together?"
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"It's obvious. So, I'll be Lucifer himself and dress up in black and you can be the angel."
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"ME? Angel? Haha, very funny. I was thinking about wearing a kinky skintight leather outfit with a whip. . . . . like those SM girls."
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Draco looked at her in disbelief. That had to be one sentence he could have sworn Hermione Granger would never say. But then, that girl wasn't Hermione Granger, or was she? "I don't go with angelic."
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"Why? Guilty conscience as a Death Eater?" Hermione regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. She was so stupid sometimes. So very stupid, that is.
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His gray eyes darkened as he felt the anger stir him from within. How dare she, a filthy mudblood she was. He slapped her across the face before he even realized what he was doing. A red handprint appeared on her pale cheek. He saw her stand up and apologize but his ears were full of a weird buzzing sound and he felt as if he couldn't control his body, his actions. He saw the fear in her chocolate brown eyes and he pushed her against the wall. Fear only made him angier.
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Hermione was really regretting it now. His grip on her wrist didn't loosen a bit and she could feel the bruises coming. "You think you know everything, mudblood, but you don't know a shit about what you said back there. You should keep your filthy mouth shut, before you get. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . hurt, or worse." He let the last word linger in the air.
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"What are you gonna do, kill me? Just like you killed my mother?" She really was asking for it wasn't she? Oh well, it was after all spilled water. But she didn't need to add oil to the fire. "I already told you I didn't kill your mother. And besides, I can think of a lot of things much worse than death. . . . . . ."
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Hermione glared at him. How dared he threaten her. He had gone too far this time didn't he? "You-You're all the same! Oppressing the weak just because you have power. Killing for joy. Killing people knowing that it was because you had the power. I bet you follow that saying too huh? What was it---oh, I remember now, there is no good and evil. Only power and those without. Huh? Is that it? Do you sleep well at night knowing so many innocent lives had been destroyed? Knowing there are orphaned children caused by your entertainment? Knowing YOUR parents won't suffer the same fate. Because why? Because you have the power. Because you have the mark. Because you worship that snake you call your master. Because you are a fucking Death Ea- " She broke off as his fist connected solidly with her jaw. She fell to the ground tears running down her face but glaring into his dark stormy gray eyes. He was furious and she knew that. But it felt better now that she had said everything she had ever said to Malfoy. The consequences weren't going to be pretty.
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"How dare you? You think you're so smart huh? 'Oh yes, here's another Malfoy. He must be another Death Eater just like his father. Blame him for everything' Is that it? Huh? You have no fucking idea what the hell you're talking about? So just SHUT UP!!! Do you really want to know the truth, bitch? No, wait, I can't tell you that, you'll just run off to good old Dumbledor and tattletale huh? Mind your own business, mudblood, before you get hurt, or worse." He turned and walked into his room slamming the door close behind him. It was amazing how quick the mood changed due to Granger's foolish question. He sighed and laid down onto the bed. Half of him wanted to go check whether she was all right. He knew his punchs were never light. But the other half saying she deserved it won in the end.
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He rolled up his left sleeved and looked at his mark.
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She would never understand.
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Never.
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Hermione let out a small sob as she lay on a heap on the floor. She knew she deserved the punch. It was because of her stupid mouth. But the reason for her tears was because she remembered. The last time she'd been hit by someone. . . . . . . . .
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Thwack. His fist connected solidly and she was sure her jaw would be severely bruised. She looked up to meet his blackish gray eyes.
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"Don't tell me what to do or not do, mudblood. You know as well as I that as much as you try to change the past, what will pass will come to pass no matter what."
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"I-I thought you loved me." She what she said was a mistake. She knew he didn't love anyone.
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"You thought wrong then. You should be glad that I'm so lenient with you."
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"Lenient? LENIENT? Lenient my ass, you are the most vile, evil-"
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"Crucio."
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White hot searing pain spread around her body. She screamed but she knew her scream would not be heard outside the chamber. That was why he always took her there to. . . . . . . 'Talk'
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"Watch your tongue, little mouse."
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She healed her bruises with a charm she knew all too well. Hermione desperately wished sleep would come soon. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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"Draco, please, I'm sorry." She said for the umpteenth time that day. She knew she'd be rewarded with another cold look. And she was right. She knew why Draco refused to acknowledge her existence all day today. She knew why Draco was mad. She knew why Draco punched her. And she knew why Draco hated her. And she also knew that she just had to wait until the ice inside him melted.
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She was reading in the common room when Draco came in, obviously in a very foul mood. "Draco I-"
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"Shut up, Granger."
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"I'm really sorry. I swear I won't talk like that. I'm so sorry."
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"I told you, shut up Granger and kiss me." Hermione could not believe her ears. And she was very surprised when she found his lips on hers. Was he on drugs?
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Five seconds later she decided she really didn't care if he was.
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"Am I forgiven then?" she whispered into his ear.
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"Not really." Was his muffled answer. The infamous Draco Malfoy didn't know what made him kiss her. It had to be her red pouty lips wasn't it?
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He pulled apart and ran his finger along her jaw. He was surprised to not see her flinch. "I'm sorry I hit you earlier." He whispered.
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Hermione smiled at him. "That all right. After all, I deserved it didn't I? He said I always did. . . . . . " Hermione quickly covered her mouth shocked by what had just slipped out.
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Draco looked curiously at her. "He? Who's he? Is someone abusing you, Hermione? Is that why you knew the spell to heal bruises?"
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"How about you mind your own business and I mind mine?" she snapped back at him.
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"Hermione, I can help you here. We should go to Dumbledore, as much as I don't like to, but this is very serious."
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"You can't help me. No one can." Was that a hint of sadness he detected in her voice?
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"Hermione, I-"
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"Good-night, Draco." He was speechless as he saw her walk into her room and shut the door.
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There was something very wrong with Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy was going to find out what.
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I know I know. They fight and make up and sorta fight again in just one chapter. . .
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Thank you to all my reviewers!
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REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or else. . . Dum dum dum DUM!!!!!