Three: In hell.
[A/N- Strange title yes? Depending on the point of view I suppose it could be, this chapters shorter than the others- I'm really sorry, I'm oblivious to whether or not it's any better but I leave you to judge that, flame gently!]
Disclaimer- Again, you should know by now or if not, you're just stupid…
"If you can't keep up with me, Granger, don't bother following me at all."
Hermoine ground her teeth and continued- it had been like this for nearly six weeks, they had been hunting and coming up with no results, nothing, nada, zip.
"Malfoy, if you weren't such a prick, maybe I'd walk with you, but you see, staying back here betters my chances of survival by seventy-five percent."
A smile split across Draco's face, and he continued walking. So this is the game she wants to play, he thought snidely, then I'll play:
"Granger I never knew you needed protection, always the best at everything you set up too do."
"Malfoy go suck your balls, if I needed protection you'd be the last person I'd trust!" she threw a pack at him and he staggered under the weight.
"Granger when did my balls come to your attention? I'd be happy to oblige you, of course." he said this with a sly smile as he went for the zipper of his pants.
"Malfoy- just drop it." He grinned devilishly, Hermoine scowled, he was teasing her.
"Go to hell."
"Join me?"
"No."
"Don't make me beg."
"Malfoy, I'll spell it out for you: G-o t-o h-e-l-l."
"Oh but I am in hell, Granger, I'm in hell every time I look at you."
Hermoine paused, cocking her head to glare at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" He refused to answer her, instead he just walked calmly on ahead.
"Malfoy, what do you mean? why would looking at me put you in hell? I want an answer, not your usual kind either."
Go ahead and tell her. Tell her how you can't flog her from your mind, tell her she maddens you because you know you can never have her.
Draco sneered: "Mudblood, I thought that would be obvious." Hermoine blanched, recovering quickly she grumbled: "Oh yes, you're a Malfoy, I'd forgotten. Tell me, does your kind always act so- so…imbecilely naïve and low?"
He spun on her, taken her face violently between his hands, he pressed his fingers into her cheeks till she was wincing from the pain of his forceful hands.
"I may be many things, Granger, but never forget that I am a Malfoy, I am your better, and I am pure, never low, you are low, you are nothing, you are a maggoty piece of filth." his lips had crept closer to hers and the closeness of him was suffocating- Hermoine couldn't breathe and the wild scent that seemed to cling to him wafted around her like toxins.
"Malfoy," she gasped, "you're hurting me."
He dropped his hand from her face and stepped back.
They continued on in silence from there. Draco trying desperately to organize the conflicting, disturbing thoughts in his mind.
Granger, you don't know what it's like to be hurt, you haven't experienced true pain until you've been locked in a basement for four weeks, starved and beaten because you didn't believe in another's idea of perfection. If you knew what it was like to be hurt, you would've let me continue.
[A/N- YAY! Chapter is done, please send me some reviews, I'm so desperately lonely, reviews give me solace to the world of man…I don't get out much….]