Chapter 3 -In the still of the night
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Be eternally bohemian
Fairdeviln1
HERMIONE POV
In the still of the night Hermione stared wordlessly out of her windowpane, the hours of darkness had consumed her into a deep, deathly silence. Malfoy's words had affected her yet again tears began to stream down the side of her face and down to her furiously blushing cheeks; she toyed with the strayed ends of her nightgown and questioned WHY exactly Malfoy taunted her eternally and why does she succumb to him so easily.
Reluctantly, memories from her fifth year began to haunt her it subsequently had taken place after the death of Sirius Black.
Flashback
Albus Dumbledore had organised an end of year ball for the older students in order that they could relax, unwind and enjoy the rest of the school year furthermore; the wise headmaster considered the fact that this could be one of the last social gatherings for a few years to come.
Hermione Granger observed her reflection in the mirror and was immensely pleased with what she saw; her locks were now coiled beautifully with crimson roses entwined in the mass of hair, she donned a crimson bustier that was created out of silk flowing endlessly to the floor. "Perfect" she nodded appreciatively, "Just one more alteration" she then commenced creating a side split that conservatively exposed her shapely legs.
The witch smiled in a contented fashion and set towards the Great Hall where her two best friends were awaiting her arrival.
8.30pm – The Great Hall
Ron Weasely stomped around impatiently whilst Harry Potter just starred at him in an absurd manner.
"Where the bloody hell is she Harry? Everyone from the upper years are here but oh no not Hermione!" grumped Ron exaggeratedly
"Dunno" Harry shrugged emotionlessly "Maybe she has changed her mind and has gone to the library for a bit of light reading"
Ron's eyes widened in a mixture of panic and frustration "You what? Why the little--"
"Erm Ron I'm kidding, I'll bet she'll be here any second" said Harry reassuringly
"She'd better bloody be! I mean she's the one that ambushed us about going to this gathering" Ron then adapted an orderly but girlish tone "Ronald we are prefects therefore we must represent the school and that means--"
Immediately Ronald finished his futile rambling, his attention was now focused on a tall, elegant figure that approaching them with stylish poise. Ron stared wide open in amazement as Hermione kissed him softly on his pale cheek.
"Ronald will you please discontinue staring, you look similar to a goldfish" Hermione started in her normal matter of fact tone, she then turned to Harry and kissed him in a platonic style"
"Hello Harry how are you this evening?" Hermione enquired worryingly ever since his Godfather was murdered, his responses were minimal and his emotions impartial.
The young man managed to crack a small, cheeky grin "I'm ok" he replied truthfully "Anyway Hermione you look stunning, you'll need at least a couple of broomsticks to fight the men off" making her blush continually at his gratifying compliment.
It was indeed correct that all the male population within the Great Hall was throwing the young women appreciative glances yet Hermione couldn't careless. Tonight would be hers and promised herself that no complicated situations were to occur.
"Hermione?" request Ron
"Yes Ron?"
"Erm well" he sputtered nervously "You wanna dance?"
"Sure why not"
11.00pm
(Note to readers; you have to imagine this scene with Marilyn Manson's cover version of Tainted Love x)
Throughout the night Hermione circulated with most of the students although she kept being whisked away onto the dance floor by several of the older male students. She was staggered of how much attention she was receiving yet it suited her well; for once it wasn't Harry Potter in the limelight it was his intellectual good friend.
Hermione was once again situated within the centre of the dance floor, her curls splayed as she ferociously danced to the punk metal variety of music completely oblivious to the crowd of seventh years boys behind furthermore; a fifth year with platinum blonde hair was heading her way.
"I see we are taking the phrase of letting our hair down quite literally Mudblood" Malfoy sneering at Hermione
Hermione glared at him with full intent in which this was the first ever time she noticed how fetchingly handsome he was in his raven black dress robes.
"Malfoy for once can you just leave me alone?" Hermione implored wearily, she was growing exhausted of spitting and quarrelling with him all the time, "Besides aren't you satisfied that Harry is grieving for his Godfather?Bet you're happy about that MALFOY" she vomited "Talking about kicking a dog while he's wounded"
"If you are quite finished with your endless ranting Mudblood, McGonagall has asked me to inform you that your prefect duties are not needed for tonight's festivities" announced Malfoy stiffly, he couldn't even smirk at Hermione or belittle her any further because of how breathtakingly gorgeous she looked even though she didn't realise it.
"Is that all Malfoy?" Hermione queried condescendingly "Because after all that my friends and myself have been through this year, it would be defined as traitorous if I even as so much as acknowledge your worthless existence, go back to your whore Pansy Parkinson"
"You're going to die mudblood, I want to break you slowly until you utter your last painful breath" Malfoy grinned his grey eyes scintillated within this prospect
Hermione didn't weep but smiled in a twisted perverse way she stepped perilously close towards her enemy, "I see we are following in your fathers footsteps", the music in the background seemed less powerful and sluggishly slow, and Hermione tingled within the proximities of their heated closeness.
Malfoy seethed in anger and pain his face now distorted with hurt and fury "How dare you filth! I'm more than my father!"
"You are nothing Malfoy" Hermione spoke clearly and waspishly "Sooner or later you'll get caught up in this deadly little game of yours and then it will be too late"
Hermione gave Draco one last final glare and exited outside into the forbidden forest
Draco stood alone amongst the students that were bashing their heads to the music, he grimaced as the music droned and pounded inside of his head, and for no good reason he decided to follow the unbearable know it all.
"Malfoy why are you following me?" queried Hermione sharply
The young Slytherin smirked at her and replied "Its too late for the both of us Mudblood"
Hermione observed him in bewilderment "What on earth are you talking about you conceited little prick? Just leave me in peace" she leaned against an extremely large flourishing tree and looked down at the soft mossy earth beneath her feet. Though she didn't look up, Malfoy came up to her and propped himself against the trunk.
"I thought I told you to LEAVE" the brunette bellowed
"It's a free country Mudblood and for your information I don't want to leave" the blonde replied smugly easily towering over her slender form.
"Can you just GO?" Hermione repeated imperiously, he closely inched towards her making her feel ever more vulnerable and uneasy.
"You don't now how appealing you are, do you Mudblood?" Malfoy stared intently at her.
Before Hermione could lash out and respond Draco roughly crushed into her and captured her lips into a deep kiss, she was trapped against him and the tree with his hands free groping at her garment. Instinctively she shuddered and moved against him, she gasped at his sizeable arousal creating her to shiver again. Hermione kissed him greedily and for a moment lost her rational train of thoughts, Draco moaned and commenced sucking her neck she trembled at his touch making her feel new sensations that never felt before with anyone else.
Hermione was startled by her lack of self-control, in order to gather her wits she pushed Draco away.
"Get off me you EVIL PIG!" she yelled "NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" She ran into the darkness and out of sight.
End of flash black