Evil Never Looked So Good
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 7: You Don't Love Me
A/N: Not Draco's Revenge as I said...oh well. Everybody, you guys have to read my friend's story: His Grace by: Monsieur Evolitna. It's totally awesome. And shhh..it has fucking...
"Hermione, don't let him do this to you," Harry said, walking toward them.
"Don't you dare take another step Potter," Draco warned, pointing his wand directly at Harry's heart. "I'll kill you, and I won't hesitate to kill her too," he growled, gesturing towards Hermione. "Tell him your wishes my sweet," Draco said, addressing Hermione.
"I want you to leave us alone!" Hermione cried.
//Why am I lying to my best friend?//
:::I love how I can control her like this. She makes it so easy. I've captured her spirit, she's all mine now:::
Harry Potter had never been one to run away scared, oh no, he was a Gryffindor.
But this was different...she was ordering him to go away. The hurt in his eyes as he slowly turned away was like nothing Hermione had ever seen before. It made her want to cry. It made her want to stand up to Draco. It made her want to be fearless.
//But I'm not fearless. I'm not even Hermione anymore, I am Draco's property.//
Harry turned around again, and spoke, "I just think you might like to know Malfoy, that one of your good friends just tried to rape your girlfriend back there." He gestured toward the dark hallway, where Blaise was still lurking, and turned away again, before Draco could ask any questions. He spun Hermione around, and stared deeply into her dark brown eyes. "What the fuck is he talking about?"
She squealed and looked at the ground. "Answer me!" he demanded, shaking her.
:::The bitch can't even speak anymore:::
Hermione pointed to the hallway, and Draco sighed, pulling her along behind him.
When Blaise saw Draco coming towards him, he took to cowering in the corner. Draco tried to control his anger and smiled. "Well Blaise," he said smoothly, "Funny seeing you here."
"Funny, heh, yeah..." Blaise muttered. He waited for Draco to kill him and get it over with. "Look Draco...nothing happened...I, shit..."
Draco turned to Hermione. "Tell me the truth, did something happen?"
//Well, not technically...What am I saying? He practically raped me!//
Hermione shook her head. "Well Blaise, you have Hermione to thank for your life," Draco said, at a loss for words. Then he lead her away. And that was all.
:::I'm not stupid...something happened. Why is she lying to me? She'll talk if I have to force it out of her:::
Hermione tightly grasped Draco's arm as he led her to the Slytherin dormitories, trying to keep up with his long strides. He took her to his room and pointed to a chair. "Sit," he commanded, and she did. He circled around it, examining her. When was the last time she'd eaten? Draco Malfoy always took care of his possessions, and she looked sick.
"When's the last time you've eaten?" he barked. She jumped a little and looked up.
//When was the last time? I don't remember...two, maybe three days ago.//
"3 days, I think" she mumbled quietly. "Why the fuck didn't you say something?" he asked, a little angry. "I don't know."
Draco, sighed, exasperated. "Come on, get up." She slowly stood, but wavered a little, as if she would fall over at any moment. :::Great, now she can't even walk without my support:::
Much to her surprise, Draco picked her up and carried her to the kitchens. Familiar smells of treacle tart and pumpkin juice brought back memories of an innocence that Hermione so longed for again. The house elves flocked around them immediately. "What can we be getting for you Sir Malfoy?"
"A God damn chair if you please," he snarled, shaking Hermione's limp form. The elves squeaked and ran around to find chairs. Others gathered plates filled with food, and glasses full of sweet wine.
Draco waved the food away, but told Hermione to eat.
:::I should make sure she's nourished more often:::
Hermione began to shove the food into her mouth, and realized how hungry she really was. Draco lazily looked around the kitchen. Being with Hermione wasn't fun anymore. She was a task, a chore, like a pet he had to take care of. He had to make sure she ate and slept. The girl didn't do anything for herself anymore. She had completely handed her life over for his care.
:::What can I do to bring her spirit back?::: But sadly, he realized there was nothing he could do. She was broken, and it was all his fault...
:::Isn't this what I wanted...I don't know what I want anymore:::
After Hermione finished eating, she lay her head on Draco's shoulder and tried to fall asleep. Draco sighed, and let her fall into a peaceful bliss. When she was sleeping nothing could her. Very soon however, she started calling out in her sleep. "Harry...Harry..save me..help..oh Harry.."
Harry's name startled Draco and he shook her awake. "What were you dreaming about love?" Draco asked quietly. Thinking for a moment that she was at home in her own bed, with her mother looking down on her, Hermione smiled.
//Wait, my mother doesn't have blonde hair..oh no.//
"Why did you call me love?" she whispered. "You don't love me."
"How do you know?" Draco asked coldly, glad that she was talking again.
"You don't love me," she repeated.
"I take care of you," Draco reasoned. //You do not. You hurt me.//
"Harry loves me," Hermione uttered, quietly but bravely. Draco backhanded her, and all of the elves in the kitchen grew very still. He dragged the crying Hermione back to the Slytherin dormitories. All the classes of the day were over, and the common room was filled with talkative Slytherins. They paused their conversations when Draco barged in with Hermione, but soon got back to them when Draco and the Gryffindor were safely out of earshot.
He threw Hermione sobbing onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and forced his tongue into her mouth. That hadn't changed, she was still sweet and inviting, and she still tasted so incredibly good. Draco ran his hand over Hermione's chest, and ripped open her robe. Underneath, everything was bare, so he helped himself to all she had to offer. He ran his hand over her breasts, and squeezed them roughly, reminding her that she was his. He put his mouth to her neck, and sucked hard on her soft white skin. his teeth grazed her ear, and she shuddered as his hot breath tickled her spine.
"You know Hermione," Draco sneered, as he tore off the rest of her robe, "Harry may love you, but he doesn't own you." He raised his hand to slap her, but a voice from the doorway stopped him.
"Neither do you, Draco Malfoy."
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 7: You Don't Love Me
A/N: Not Draco's Revenge as I said...oh well. Everybody, you guys have to read my friend's story: His Grace by: Monsieur Evolitna. It's totally awesome. And shhh..it has fucking...
"Hermione, don't let him do this to you," Harry said, walking toward them.
"Don't you dare take another step Potter," Draco warned, pointing his wand directly at Harry's heart. "I'll kill you, and I won't hesitate to kill her too," he growled, gesturing towards Hermione. "Tell him your wishes my sweet," Draco said, addressing Hermione.
"I want you to leave us alone!" Hermione cried.
//Why am I lying to my best friend?//
:::I love how I can control her like this. She makes it so easy. I've captured her spirit, she's all mine now:::
Harry Potter had never been one to run away scared, oh no, he was a Gryffindor.
But this was different...she was ordering him to go away. The hurt in his eyes as he slowly turned away was like nothing Hermione had ever seen before. It made her want to cry. It made her want to stand up to Draco. It made her want to be fearless.
//But I'm not fearless. I'm not even Hermione anymore, I am Draco's property.//
Harry turned around again, and spoke, "I just think you might like to know Malfoy, that one of your good friends just tried to rape your girlfriend back there." He gestured toward the dark hallway, where Blaise was still lurking, and turned away again, before Draco could ask any questions. He spun Hermione around, and stared deeply into her dark brown eyes. "What the fuck is he talking about?"
She squealed and looked at the ground. "Answer me!" he demanded, shaking her.
:::The bitch can't even speak anymore:::
Hermione pointed to the hallway, and Draco sighed, pulling her along behind him.
When Blaise saw Draco coming towards him, he took to cowering in the corner. Draco tried to control his anger and smiled. "Well Blaise," he said smoothly, "Funny seeing you here."
"Funny, heh, yeah..." Blaise muttered. He waited for Draco to kill him and get it over with. "Look Draco...nothing happened...I, shit..."
Draco turned to Hermione. "Tell me the truth, did something happen?"
//Well, not technically...What am I saying? He practically raped me!//
Hermione shook her head. "Well Blaise, you have Hermione to thank for your life," Draco said, at a loss for words. Then he lead her away. And that was all.
:::I'm not stupid...something happened. Why is she lying to me? She'll talk if I have to force it out of her:::
Hermione tightly grasped Draco's arm as he led her to the Slytherin dormitories, trying to keep up with his long strides. He took her to his room and pointed to a chair. "Sit," he commanded, and she did. He circled around it, examining her. When was the last time she'd eaten? Draco Malfoy always took care of his possessions, and she looked sick.
"When's the last time you've eaten?" he barked. She jumped a little and looked up.
//When was the last time? I don't remember...two, maybe three days ago.//
"3 days, I think" she mumbled quietly. "Why the fuck didn't you say something?" he asked, a little angry. "I don't know."
Draco, sighed, exasperated. "Come on, get up." She slowly stood, but wavered a little, as if she would fall over at any moment. :::Great, now she can't even walk without my support:::
Much to her surprise, Draco picked her up and carried her to the kitchens. Familiar smells of treacle tart and pumpkin juice brought back memories of an innocence that Hermione so longed for again. The house elves flocked around them immediately. "What can we be getting for you Sir Malfoy?"
"A God damn chair if you please," he snarled, shaking Hermione's limp form. The elves squeaked and ran around to find chairs. Others gathered plates filled with food, and glasses full of sweet wine.
Draco waved the food away, but told Hermione to eat.
:::I should make sure she's nourished more often:::
Hermione began to shove the food into her mouth, and realized how hungry she really was. Draco lazily looked around the kitchen. Being with Hermione wasn't fun anymore. She was a task, a chore, like a pet he had to take care of. He had to make sure she ate and slept. The girl didn't do anything for herself anymore. She had completely handed her life over for his care.
:::What can I do to bring her spirit back?::: But sadly, he realized there was nothing he could do. She was broken, and it was all his fault...
:::Isn't this what I wanted...I don't know what I want anymore:::
After Hermione finished eating, she lay her head on Draco's shoulder and tried to fall asleep. Draco sighed, and let her fall into a peaceful bliss. When she was sleeping nothing could her. Very soon however, she started calling out in her sleep. "Harry...Harry..save me..help..oh Harry.."
Harry's name startled Draco and he shook her awake. "What were you dreaming about love?" Draco asked quietly. Thinking for a moment that she was at home in her own bed, with her mother looking down on her, Hermione smiled.
//Wait, my mother doesn't have blonde hair..oh no.//
"Why did you call me love?" she whispered. "You don't love me."
"How do you know?" Draco asked coldly, glad that she was talking again.
"You don't love me," she repeated.
"I take care of you," Draco reasoned. //You do not. You hurt me.//
"Harry loves me," Hermione uttered, quietly but bravely. Draco backhanded her, and all of the elves in the kitchen grew very still. He dragged the crying Hermione back to the Slytherin dormitories. All the classes of the day were over, and the common room was filled with talkative Slytherins. They paused their conversations when Draco barged in with Hermione, but soon got back to them when Draco and the Gryffindor were safely out of earshot.
He threw Hermione sobbing onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and forced his tongue into her mouth. That hadn't changed, she was still sweet and inviting, and she still tasted so incredibly good. Draco ran his hand over Hermione's chest, and ripped open her robe. Underneath, everything was bare, so he helped himself to all she had to offer. He ran his hand over her breasts, and squeezed them roughly, reminding her that she was his. He put his mouth to her neck, and sucked hard on her soft white skin. his teeth grazed her ear, and she shuddered as his hot breath tickled her spine.
"You know Hermione," Draco sneered, as he tore off the rest of her robe, "Harry may love you, but he doesn't own you." He raised his hand to slap her, but a voice from the doorway stopped him.
"Neither do you, Draco Malfoy."