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A/N: Weee, chapter 13 is finally ready! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. R/R, thanks!
Chapter 13 – The Date
Hermione lay on her bed, just looking at the ceiling.
She ignored Parvati and Lavender's attempts on going down with them to breakfast. She ignored them as well when they asked if she would join them at lunch, and when dinner time came, they hadn't even bothered to ask if she would come because she was just looking at the ceiling, ignoring everybody and everything around her.
Hermione was devastated. Everything was just fucked up!
When stars started to appear out in the atmosphere, and people started to go to bed, she turned over, now lying on her right side. She pulled up her legs, crumbling together like a ball. When she heard the soft snoring coming from the other girls, she released the tears that had threatened to come all day.
She whished she could go back in time and undo what she had done yesterday?
-- Flashback --
She climbed slowly out of the common room, making sure, that she made no noise while doing so. The corridor was empty, no one was there.
She stood, wondering about where he might be. She knew the clock had been three minutes to midnight when she had walked down of the stairs, and he had written that she shouldn't be late.
'Where the hell is he?'
Something moved in the corner and suddenly a figure appeared. She looked at the figure, flabbergasted, stunned.
'I'm sure that I haven't heard anybody coming. I know that you can't apparate inside or on any other place at Hogwarts,' she thought, and followed the figure's movements.
"I'm impressed," said a voice. It was Draco Malfoy. "You actually showed up."
"How did you? Where?" she asked slightly confused. Then it hit her. "You have an invisibility cloak, don't you?" she looked at him suspicious.
"Why Granger, you are correct once again," he said, smirking.
Silence... She looked at him, knowing that her cheeks were flushed from the excitement. She could feel that something was going to happen. It was in the air.
She locked eyes with him; his eyes were bright and not as cold as she remembered them. They, too, beamed with excitement.
He grabbed her hand and squeezed it affectionately. He started to walk down the corridor, practical dragging her along.
"Hey!" She yelled.
"Shut it, Granger!" He hissed, glaring at her.
She wanted to say something, say a smart remark, but none whatsoever came across her mind. She walked closely behind him, still being dragged by him.
Her arm felt numb, and she wondered if she should ask him to not hold it anymore, but decided not to. She didn't wanted to upset him; she wanted to know why he had chosen her, and not some stupid twit like Pansy, who had on many occasions given him her undying love. She snorted. That twit! Pansy would never have Draco? He was taken? By, wait... her self? No, Draco would never bond to one person.
He suddenly loosened his grip, and Hermione realized for the first time, that they were outside. She had been too lost in her mind, to even notice the bitter cold that hit her. She shivered and tried to warm herself with her hands, rubbing them up and down on her arms.
"It's not far," he whispered, grabbing her hand and giving it a soft squeeze. He flashed a smile, and she felt her knees going weak.
'Stop it Mione! He's a Slytherin, a Malfoy? You shouldn't be here,' she thought and frowned. Should she leave?
She followed his step and was surprised to see that he was walking towards the Whomping Willow. Didn't he know how dangerous that tree was?
"I don't think that's very sm-" she started, but stopped when he whispered a spell, causing the tree to stop moving.
"Come on Granger, we will be there in five minutes," He said and smirked.
Before she had answered, he had once again grabbed her hand and dragged her to the tree.
"Where are you taking me," she yelped, and silently cursed when her head bumped into something hard. She ducked, knowing that it had been a tunnel, which had turned out to be quite small.
Everything was dark, so she tightened her grip on Draco's hand, making sure he wouldn't be able to just leave her there.
"Ah Granger, even though I know you are afraid that you might loose me, you are cutting of the blood circulations to my hand. Could you please just relax?"
"Are we there yet?" she asked, whispering even though she didn't know why she whispered. There was no reason to because it seemed like it was just the two of them there.
She blushed. She was alone with Draco Malfoy, her enemy, the Slytherin bastard she hated most in the world, followed closely by Weasley and Potter that is, and they were holding hands.
Some girls would die to be in this position right now, to be close to Malfoy and to be alone with him, but she didn't know if she should be excited or anxious about it. What if this was some evil scheme and Weasley and Potter were waiting for them and they would torture and mock her again, just like they had until a few days ago?
She knew something wasn't right, but she wanted nothing more than to forget it. No, she could never forget, but she might be able to forgive, but it would always be there, lying underneath the surface, waiting to break through once more.
A sudden light could be seen, and Hermione smiled weakly. This was it. She would soon find out if Weasley and Potter would be there.
They had entered some kind of house, which Hermione quickly realized was that Shrieking Shack people said was haunted.
They walked upstairs, and entered a room. Hermione gasped when she saw it, and she didn't know if she should laugh or cry.
Hundreds of candle lights were everywhere in the room, a table with a white tablecloth on it, and one single rose of one of the plates. That however wasn't what captured Hermione's attention. It was the bed, a white bed covered in hundreds of rose petals.
She panicked. What the hell was going on? One moment he wanted to kill her, the next he went all romantic? Something was definitely not right!
"Eh, why is there a bed in the room?" she asked, not sure if she even wanted to know. He smirked, and wriggled his eyebrows in a seductive manner.
"Don't you worry your pretty head about that right now. First we eat, and then afterwards you can 'pay' what you owe me," He said and walked closer. She took a step backwards, a quite normal reflex these days, and he walked closer again. Her legs touched the bed, and when he leaned forward she stumbled back against the bed, landing on it with a small 'plump'.
He looked down at her, and she shuddered. His eyes were so cold, and yet the feeling of his hands on her body had made her feel... alive. He crawled onto the bed, and settled on top of her, slightly straddling her hips.
"Or better yet, we can skip dinner and go straight for the dessert?"
He kissed her forcefully on the lips, and she moaned slightly. He deepened the kiss, and she felt an unexpected passion behind it. She caught herself kissing him back and actually enjoying the kiss. What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be enjoying it so much. She should push him of her, she should run from the room, she should have told a teacher right from the beginning, but her pride had held her back... her pride and the fear that things would get worst.
She gasped when he nibbled her earlobe and moaned when he continued kissing down her throat, leaving a small trail of kisses on his way. He sucked at her neck, and she groaned with frustration when he moved to sit, stopping the kisses. She looked at him, focused on his stomach that slightly came into view when he started to open his shirt.
When his shirt was complexly open, he grabbed her hands, placing them on his delicious chest, and she trembled at the feeling of being so close to someone. To be so intimate with someone, a boy, a Slytherin, Malfoy!
She pushed him away, disgusted by her reaction towards him. She sat up and tried to fix her dress, a dark blue dress that Lavender had made her take on.
"This is wrong" She whispered and blushed.
"No."
"No?" she asked, confused.
"This isn't wrong," he said, panting. "Admit it Granger: You want me, and right now I want you, so why stop?"
"You're a Slytherin!"
"Yeah, and? You're a Gryffindor."
"But... But..."
"Shhh," He whispered and placed a finger on her lips, making her stop talking.
Something inside of her made her do as he told. She felt a sudden bliss take over her body, starting from her arm where the bracelet was and working its way through her body. When he moved forward to take off her clothes, she didn't stop him. It was as if her body had betrayed her, as if she had no control at all.
"Don't fight this, Granger," he said with a husky voice. "You belong to me, and you'll always be mine. As long as you have the bracelet on, you'll never be able to escape me, because it works almost like the Imperius curse. If I demand you to come to me, you will come. Smart, eh? I made it myself. It also works in another way? If you're ever in danger, it will tell me. Don't say I don't protect what's mine."
They were now both nude, but she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, just hearing his voice had somehow turned her on. The mere thought of belonging to someone only increased her need to be near him. She felt like she was under a spell, or perhaps a potion, but she knew it was the magic bond from the bracelet. Her body was like on fire, and she whimpered at the lack of his touch.
What was wrong with her? She knew it was wrong, she knew that she shouldn't do it, but the warmth from the bracelet made her feel different, made her feel wanted. He made her feel wanted.
She saw the question in his eyes, and she nodded, giving him her permission. He sighed and moved closer.
"Hush... It will only hurt for a moment," He whispered, and then he slowly entered her, slowly making her his.
Hermione woke up, trying to shield her eyes from the sun. She felt sleepy, and by judging the sun she realized it couldn't be more than early dawn. She turned in the bed but found that she couldn't. An arm was holding her steady, making her unable to turn even the slightest. Her eyes widened, a wave of horror filling her. Where the hell was she and who the hell did the arm belong to?
She felt a soft breathing on the left side of her neck, and she moved her head to see who it was. She came face to face with a smirking Slytherin.
"ARGH!"
"What's wrong, Granger?" he asked, his smirk getting wider. Then she suddenly remembered everything from last night, images filling her head. She blushed when an image of them together filled her mind, and she went even redder when she remembered the way she had... Oh god! The way she had moaned!
"Malfoy?" She whispered, not sure how she should ask. Should she just say, 'Hey Malfoy, it was really fun last night, are we a couple?' or should she say, 'Did you mean what happened last night?'
"Call me Draco. After all, we have just spent a night together."
She coughed. His forwardness was a bit too much.
"Okay then, Draco, eh, about last night?" She decided not to say anything, leaving it up to him.
"Last night? I seem to remember a little something about that." He said, raising an eyebrow.
'Ugh! Damn him!' She thought, and took a deep breath.
"Eh, I mean... You know after last night and everything? Could you? You know?" Why was it so difficult to just say it?
"Remove the bracelet?" He asked, smirking.
"Yes," She said and nodded, glad that he had understood her pathetic attempt on asking that particular question.
"No," He said firmly.
What? No?
"You mean I can never get a normal life? I'll always have to wear this bracelet? Please! Can't you just take it off?" She whispered, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"No! Why should I remove it? You are my property, and you belong to me!" he said, his voice getting louder.
"Well then... Are we a couple? Will you take me home on Christmas and say, 'Hi Dad, meet my girlfriend. She's a Mudblood!'? Why do you even do this? Why did you choose me?" she asked, trying to hold back the tears but with no luck.
"Calm down! And no, we are not a couple!" he said and looked smug. "As if, I would ever date a Mudblood... I only sleep with them!" he added, and grinned.
She stared at him with wide shocked eyes. What? She had just lost her virginity to him, and then he says she will be nothing else than his little Mudblood whore!
-- End Flashback --
She couldn't quite remember how she had gotten back to her dorm; all she could remember was the pain Draco had caused. All she remembered was the pain.
She turned again, now lying on her left side. She glanced down at the bracelet that was still neatly wrapped around her wrist. She needed to get it off!
She grabbed her wand, and mumbled, "Alohomora." But nothing happened.
Then she tried another spell, "Deletrius." But even though the spell was supposed to vanquish the thing, nothing happened.
"Molestero?" But no, the bracelet was still in one piece.
'Damn!' she thought, and wiped away the tears.
She needed to get out of here. She needed air. She felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room, like she couldn't breathe.
Air, air, air...
She grabbed her cloak and quickly stepped into her shoes.
She closed the door to her dorm room quietly, making sure that she wouldn't wake anybody up. The last thing she needed right now was Parvati and Lavender who would probably ask if she was feeling any better.
She tiptoed down the stairs, and walked so fast across the common room, that if people had watched her they would just think they imagined things.
She wanted to reach the main door, leading out to the green areas outside, without getting caught by Filch, a teacher or even worse... the Slytherin trio. It had been a long time she had visited her private place, her special place.
She was nearly at the main hall, all she needed was to go down the main stair without getting noticed, and then she would be able to just slip away, to go outside and be alone.
She was about to take the first step down the stair when a voice said loud and clear, "And where do you think you are going?"
Hermione, who hadn't expected anyone to come, jumped and whirled around, but forgot that she was about to walk down the stair and therefore tripped.
She hit her head in the progress, and when she finally reached the bottom of the stair, her head bumped down hard on the floor.
The person who had caused this came down the stair, and Hermione looked up and saw a somewhat worried Snape.
"Professor Sna-" she started, but the Professor's name died out when the darkness engulfed her.
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