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Chapter 11: Pillow Talk.
Last time:
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, I guess so."
Hermione expected another question or remark but there was none. All he did was smile. Draco grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him into his room.
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So many things were rushing through her head as Draco hastefully pulled Hermione into his room. He was gentle but agile and he showed no sign of hurting her, which Hermione appreciated greatly.
There was a little urgency in his voice when he last spoke which made Hermione very curious as to what he had in store for her. She knew for a fact that he was pulling her into something she had no business in, but if Draco trusted her enough...then she would give in.
Once inside his nicely decorated room, Draco gracefully stride across the hunter green carpet, pulling Hermione behind him, over to the Pensieve which was already swirling rapidly like angry tides.
Malfoy turned to the Grffyindor with a stern face. He didn't have to speak because his eyes told his story and Hermione didn't hold back. Malfoy grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close to his muscular chest.
Hermione inhaled his intoxicating manly scent and absorbed the heat from his body. Although she couldn't explain it, Draco's presence made her feel safe, protected, mystifying, special, and fiery. She wanted to wrap herself in his comforting warmth and stay there but unfortunately nothing good lasts forever.
Next, Draco's room lurched and Hermione felt her body leave the ground. She was falling, being sucked into something horribly, cold and black with an endless bottom. It reminded her of a violent whirlpool filled with animosity.
She had been to this place once before, that night when she passed out from major loss of blood. Isolation, pain, sorrow, guilt, acrimony, surrounded her in this dark swishing and swirling wave of emotions. As mush as she cried and screamed out for a helping hand no one came to offer kindness to a broken spirit. Instead the angry darkness swallowed her cries and replaced it with a deadening silence.
And then......it was over. She felt her feet hit a soft bottom which turned out to be carpet. She was in a huge room which had a bed in the center designed for royalty. It was decorated in lavish materials and there were large soft, looking pillows thrown all over.
The windows were draped with heavy black curtains that blocked out the blessed moonlight and covered the beautifully designed French windows. In the corner was a ripped scoop neck baby blue dress which laid on a silver day bed.
In front of the bed was a large vanity mirror. On the other side of the room was a huge walk in closet containing male and female robes of all sorts. It was left slightly open reveling a white crisp shirt and black robes on the floor.
The room was empty, cold, and silent until a heart wrenching scream filled the hall. It sounded like a female in desperate need of a savoir. Hermione turned to Draco who was silent until now. He instructed her to just watch and not ask anymore questions. And so she did.
Minutes after Lucius Malfoy burst into the room, with only black slacks on his long muscular legs, which hung limply from his waist, dragging a crying Narcissa behind him. Her hair was tousled and her black lace negligee ripped.
Lucius' hair was equally disheveled and sweat dripped down his hard chest. His eyes glistened with lust. Lucius forcefully pushed his wife onto the bed, pinning her down with all his weight. Narcissa struggled to get out of his grips but she was no match for those toned muscles and heavy legs. There was no escaping.
Hermione could already see Lucius' full grown member. He ravished Narcissa's body like a hungry beast, despite her brutal kicks and screams.
"Narcissa." Lucius spat while he bit into her neck.
"NO. NO PLEASE NO." she pleaded with him but he only let out a pitiless laugh and continued to slowly run his tongue and hands up and down her slim body.
"Your mine. I own you," Lucius whispered while ripping her top off, leaving her bare.
Lucius' eyes lit up when he saw her perky breast and hard nipples. Immediately he dove in and began to tease her by running his tongue back and forth over her pink nipples. Then, Lucius attacked her lips showering Narcissa with wet kisses.
"And when I say I need you," Lucius began to run his hands down Narcissa's bruised thighs. Eventually his hands reached their destination, in between her legs, "I want you,"
Hermione saw Narcissa bite down hard on her lips just the way she did the night when she forced herself not to scream Draco's name. She knew he was caressing her femininity in a sensual way that made Narcissa forget that she was having sex against her will.
"I yearn to plunge into you and drive you crazy," there was a loud tear and Lucius flung Narcissa's black underwear flying across the room over where Hermione and Draco were standing. Lucius' pants slid off his hips just enough for him to fulfill his purpose.
Hermione took a step back and Draco squeezed her hard. She dreaded to ask any one of the questions that raced across her mind. She couldn't keep still. She felt like she was responsible for all this.
"Then I shall have you." He finished harshly.
Narcissa struggled even harder when she realized what came next but it was futile. She couldn't help her self. Lucius plunged into Narcissa as fast a speeding bullet hit a person. Suddenly Narcissa's body went limp. She was horribly white and tears dripped out of her deep blue eyes but no sound left her mouth.
There was a blank expression on her face, but her eyes held all sadness. It seemed as though her soul had flown away and left a lifeless body under Lucius. He began to thrust himself into her harder and faster each time breaking Narcissa's spirit.
Her moans became a medley of pleasure and pain. Narcissa began to run her hand up and down Lucius broad back. She had to give into him because the sex was just that good. There was no denying it. For her it was pleasing in a sick way, one of the only forms of pleasure in the Malfoy Manor.
He continued to plunge himself into his wife. Their hips met in a rhythmical pattern and sweat dropped from their foreheads. They both were close to their ultimate point of pleasure.
"You" --- Narcissa gasped --- "son" --- both their bodies began to shake uncontrollably --- "of" --- Lucius' moans grew louder each second --- "a" -- - the friction in between her legs caused Narcissa to grab Lucius' hair roughly.--- "bitch," Narcissa bellowed as Lucius' hot liquid leaked into her. He took a few breaths and then dropped onto her body like a heavy load.
Narcissa lay there breathing heavily. Lucius leaned over to kiss her forehead but she turned away not wanting his wet lips on her skin.
"You can have my body and whatever riches I may have left, but you'll never have my heart," She whispered in between breaths.
Lucius' eyes glowed with murder. The epitome of every man's masculinity was his ability to woo any female he wishes and make her his for what would be the rest of their romantic lives together. To have that insulted was like a stab in the back, which was exactly what Narcissa did. She had questioned his position in the driver's seat.
There was a momentary pause until a fierce slap sent Narcissa to the floor. Lucius stepped over her without a word and left the room leaving behind a bruised and naked body on the floor raking with sorrowful cries.
Hermione tried to run to help Narcissa but the room began to swirl and the image of Narcissa disappeared.
Again she felt that same flying sensation. Moments after, Hermione's feet hit solid ground. This time she found her self not in a room, but somewhere outside of the Malfoy estate. In the distance she could see the gigantic house and a spurting fountain in the form on a dragon in front of it.
They were in a foggy forest that seemed deserted. It was scary in this dark and stormy forest. The lightening flashed and lit up the gray skies, the rain came down heavily like buckets of spilled water, and the wind blew harshly enough to make any tree fall over.
Hermione glanced around for any sign of human life, but found none until see saw a silhouette of a male coming from the heart of the woodland. As the figure drew nearer she could make out its features.
The figure wore a white dress shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned and black slacks. There was nothing to protect him from the rain that fell like angry tears from above. His shirt was soaked and it hugged his torso.
As the figure walked past them, lightening flashed and Hermione saw who the person was. It was Draco. His wet hair plastered his face and he was holding a dagger. The scene before Hermione did not frighten her. It was the murderous look on Draco's face and the fear of what was yet to come that sent chills up her spine.
Draco walked through the pouring rain all the way back to the manner. When he reached the large oak doors he pushed them and sent them forcefully flying back disturbing the peace within the house. Gripping the dagger with all his strength he stepped into the house and made his way past the library and up the steps.
Narcissa who noted her son's noisy arrival called for him to come to her in the library but when she received no response she followed him.
"Draco dear," she whispered but Draco ignored his mother and continued to walk up the steps.
Narcissa, who now looked worried grabbed her son's hand and then let out an audible gasp when she saw the dagger.
"Draco. Where..what are you going to do with this?" she asked in an urgent tone pointing at the sharp murder tool. Despite his mother's protest, Draco continued his journey to his desired destination. A moment later Draco entered a room where Lucius was standing, his back turned to him.
Upon his son's arrival Lucius turned to face Draco and spotted the dagger in his son's hand. The room was deadly silent while Draco and Lucius sized each other up.
"You would never..." Lucius began but before he could complete his sentence Draco interrupted.
"Try me." His voice dripped with venom to show how much he hated Lucius.
He broke in to a run and attacked Lucius. Draco skillfully dogged every hex and curse thrown at him. In matter of seconds he had Lucius on the floor. Draco threw punches at Lucius and tried to stab him but Lucius overpowered him and threw his son across the room.
Hermione heard Lucius mutter something and a bolt of red light flew towards Draco. The minute it hit him he wriggled in pain but never once did he give Lucius the satisfaction of hearing his bawl in agony.
"Scream you little bastard. I know you can't take the pain." Lucius exclaimed but Draco just sat there sending Lucius death glares.
When no sound was emitted from Draco, Lucius hurled another curse at Draco but still no response came from him.
"SCREAM. CALL OUT MY NAME AND BEG FOR MERCY!" Lucius' hot temper got the best of him. He shook with anger while he approached his son on the floor.
A sickening crack filled the room after Lucius kicked Draco in the abdomen. Draco took in a sharp breath of air. Lucius smiled wickedly and dragged Draco out of the room.
"You'll learn my boy. No one, NO ONE defies me. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. Five days in the dungeons with two hours of torture a day will do." Lucius cackled as he made his way to the Dungeons.
Hermione was left there standing horror -stricken. The room gave an almighty lurch and she found her self swirling in the same dark whirlpool again. Hermione closed her eyes trying to block out the images she had just seen. She couldn't deal with it.
As soon as she hit solid ground her feet gave way and Hermione fell onto the floor quaking with what seemed to be shock. Hermione wrapped her arms around her self and sat Indian style on the floor starring blankly ahead. After a few moments of silence, Draco took it upon himself to start a conversation.
"Shocked?" he asked. Waiting for no response he walked over to help Hermione off the floor. Pulling her up by the wrist he gently guided her by the small of her back to the bed.
"I had no idea..really Malfoy." She declared slowly shaking her head back and forth.
"No one knows. Honestly I don't think anyone would care." Draco said walking towards the window. The moon shone brightly that night and cast a lovely shade of sliver in the dark room.
"No Draco. Don't say that. How would you know if no one cared or not if you didn't take the time and open up to someone?" she replied
A dangerous shade of gray reflected from Draco's eyes. Hermione knew she hit the right spot and she was going to use his mental state to the fullest extent.
"How do you do it? How the fuck do you do it?" he fired in a low acid tone. Hermione sat up the moment those words left his mouth and her face fell into a scowl
The dragon spit fire at the Gryffindor and she fired right back.
"Do what Malfoy. Push your fucking buttons. I have a hidden talent. Thought you knew that?"
Draco was silent because he knew it was true. Hermione did have a way of upsetting him even if it wasn't intentional.
"Malfoy, you make people not care about you. You have to open up to someone. If you keep all this bottled up for too long it'll kill you or leak out at the wrong time."
"It's not that easy. How can you be so fucking optimistic? Granger not everything has a happy ending."
"You're going to go insane Malfoy."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"If I was the same close minded person I was six years ago, yes, but I'm not. Seek help Malfoy. It'll do you some good."
"BULLSHIT Granger. I may be close to insanity but I don't need help. If I'm correct you're the one who should be looking for a goddamn savior."
Malfoy's reply made Hermione want to slap him. Up until now she was the dominant one in this argument. She was fully aware that she was dealing with a man with a fiery temper. She knew Draco would try to hit a soft spot just for spite, but tonight had nothing to do with Hermione. And she let Draco know that.
"This is not about me. This is about you Malfoy." Hermione was now kneeling on the edge of the bed breathing fire just to get her point across but Draco was impossible. He was raging and breathing hard just for shooting comebacks at Hermione.
Hermione let out a frustrated scream and began to run her hands through her cinnamon locks. She ran the back of her hand across her forehead then placed them on her temples.
Lowering her head a little bit to avoid eye contact with Malfoy, Hermione responded in a strained hoarse voice, "Just tonight Draco, just tonight. That's all I'm asking. Forget my horrid thoughts, dreams, and attempts to take my own life. Forget that I was your sworn enemy for six years in a blood row. Forget that I was closer to insanity than you were. Forget it all. Just for tonight I am willing to sacrifice all of that just so I can come to terms with you."
Draco stood there dumfounded at Hermione's devotion to him. Although he appreciated it, it also annoyed him. He didn't need Granger's help. He was his own man. Whenever he fell he didn't need someone to break his fall for him. Granger was willing to do just that. Bend over backwards for someone who didn't appreciate her help, much less want it.
Sighing exasperatedly Draco rejoined "Fuck off Granger."
Hermione had had it with Draco's insolence." NO!"
"Excuse me?" Draco said.
"Honestly Malfoy I could give a shit about you."
"SO WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?"
"BECAUSE I CARE. THAT'S WHY."
Hermione's last sentence resounded throughout the room as a deadly silence invaded the once noisy bed chamber. The hot headed Gryffindor realized what she just said and she didn't regret it. Never once did she look away from Draco. She didn't feel uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze anymore. Instead she felt confident and bold.
"Fuck you Hermione." Draco whispered looking very tired.
A smirk began to form on her strawberry pink lips before she let out a maniacal laugh. She fell onto her back and rolled around on the silk covers. "You just don't want any body under your skin do you?" she asked ant agonizingly.
Draco was silent. All he could do was stare at her. Was Granger bloody mad? Yes he could say that, but she also spoke the truth. And he refused to admit it.
When no response came from Draco, Hermione started again, "I see right through you."
He leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. If he wasn't who he was by family legacy she'd marry him, love him, and heal his bleeding wounds. She couldn't burry these feeling that were starting to surface.
Hermione was starting to see a different side of Draco that she loved. She looked into his angelic face. He was attractive, yes, but there was always something about him that perplexed her. He was so mysterious. Draco's hidden attributes made him almost loveable, but these were things that she'd never say.
If Hermione could erase all the pain from Draco, she would reveal a lovely smile, instead of a genuine sadistic smirk.
"I'm tired of people judging me." Draco whispered catching Hermione off guard.
"People have insanely high expectations which are almost impossible to reach. This life is like a game sometimes." Hermione replied coolly finding her voice again.
"It's hard to open up to people and trust."
"So then why do you trust in me?"
Draco didn't reply. He had his reasons for confiding in Hermione but instead of telling her, he'd show her. Draco walked over to Hermione, who was still seated on his bed. She didn't back away or seek an escape, but instead sat there waiting patiently. It was like she was prepared for what was about to happen.
He sat Indian style in front of her and grabbed her hands turning them over so that her palms were facing upward. He examined every line in her palm and ran his thumb up and down every scar on her wrist. Draco looked up at Hermione and smiled which calmed her fears. On his night table was a small razor which he grabbed and held up to the moon light.
Before proceeding he looked at Hermione as though asking for permission and permission was granted. Draco ran the razor down the middle of Hermione's palm and did the same to himself. Immediately after, they joined hands and once Draco closed his eyes, Hermione followed his lead.
Hermione heard him mutter something and then it hit her. A hot wave snaked up and down her body. The heat coursed through her bloodstream and her blood began to boil. She felt multiple nerve impulses race up and down her spinal cord at an unusual speed.
Her lungs began to contract at a rapid pace and Hermione began to take in short breaths of air. Her heart pumped more blood than necessary. It was pumping so fast that she figured it would burst. The feeling was more painful than she had expected.
Sweat spurted from every pore on her body and momentarily she had forgotten to breathe. Draco was gripping her hand tightly. His touch made her skin burn but never once did she let go. She thought she was going to pass out. And then.. it all ended.
She took in a deep breath of air and a cool tingly feeling traveled from the tips of her toes to her head. Every organ began to function properly again. All the strength from her body dissipated and she collapsed backward as well as Draco.
He landed right on Hermione's chest that rose and fell softly as she tried to regain her breathing. Their hands were still intertwined with the other. Hermione placed her free hand on Draco's head.
Little wisps of his hair clung to his forehead and she pushed them away. He looked truly exhausted. His eyes didn't dance like the usually do with the moonlight and there was no smirk on his pale lips.
"What was that?" Hermione managed to say between gasps.
"A bit of dark magic," Draco's usual drawl was reduced to merely a whisper. He knew she would be throwing a fit if she had the strength but she didn't.
"It was an incantation that Lucius thought me. It's used to find a person's equal."
"So I'm your equal." Hermione's response was more of a statement than a question.
"Not exactly. We just have a special connection between us."
"How are you so sure?"
"Granger don't lie to me. You felt what I felt." Draco said with finality in his voice. It was tiring to talk but the two continued anyway. "Why do you do this to your self?" he asked running his hand over her scars.
"My father killed my mother this summer and he's been after me ever since I discovered it was him. He wants me to stay with him forever as if to replace my mother. I can't stand to be in his captivity forever. I had no one to turn to. No source of consolation so I resolved to cutting myself. I needed a way to ease the pain and now I'm scarred for life. "
"Bruises fade Granger." Draco said truthfully.
"But the pain remains the same." Her voice began to waver. Hermione let a tear drop slide out of her eyes but before she could wipe it away Draco had raised his head to her face.
"Don't cry, at least not for him. It's not worth it." he said wiping away the salty stream that slid out Hermione's chestnut eyes. Then he rested his head onto her chest once more and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: yeah that was chapter 11. Again, sorry about the cliffhanger. Also go read my friends story and review. First read Obsession by Deenee on Fanfictionpress.com and then read Fertile Thunderstorms by my beta reader DulceSoulSeeker. Read and review people it means a lot to us. Like most of you are probably wondering, what's next for Hermione and Draco? Continue reading because after this is going to be a bumpy ride for those two.
Chapter 11: Pillow Talk.
Last time:
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, I guess so."
Hermione expected another question or remark but there was none. All he did was smile. Draco grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him into his room.
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So many things were rushing through her head as Draco hastefully pulled Hermione into his room. He was gentle but agile and he showed no sign of hurting her, which Hermione appreciated greatly.
There was a little urgency in his voice when he last spoke which made Hermione very curious as to what he had in store for her. She knew for a fact that he was pulling her into something she had no business in, but if Draco trusted her enough...then she would give in.
Once inside his nicely decorated room, Draco gracefully stride across the hunter green carpet, pulling Hermione behind him, over to the Pensieve which was already swirling rapidly like angry tides.
Malfoy turned to the Grffyindor with a stern face. He didn't have to speak because his eyes told his story and Hermione didn't hold back. Malfoy grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close to his muscular chest.
Hermione inhaled his intoxicating manly scent and absorbed the heat from his body. Although she couldn't explain it, Draco's presence made her feel safe, protected, mystifying, special, and fiery. She wanted to wrap herself in his comforting warmth and stay there but unfortunately nothing good lasts forever.
Next, Draco's room lurched and Hermione felt her body leave the ground. She was falling, being sucked into something horribly, cold and black with an endless bottom. It reminded her of a violent whirlpool filled with animosity.
She had been to this place once before, that night when she passed out from major loss of blood. Isolation, pain, sorrow, guilt, acrimony, surrounded her in this dark swishing and swirling wave of emotions. As mush as she cried and screamed out for a helping hand no one came to offer kindness to a broken spirit. Instead the angry darkness swallowed her cries and replaced it with a deadening silence.
And then......it was over. She felt her feet hit a soft bottom which turned out to be carpet. She was in a huge room which had a bed in the center designed for royalty. It was decorated in lavish materials and there were large soft, looking pillows thrown all over.
The windows were draped with heavy black curtains that blocked out the blessed moonlight and covered the beautifully designed French windows. In the corner was a ripped scoop neck baby blue dress which laid on a silver day bed.
In front of the bed was a large vanity mirror. On the other side of the room was a huge walk in closet containing male and female robes of all sorts. It was left slightly open reveling a white crisp shirt and black robes on the floor.
The room was empty, cold, and silent until a heart wrenching scream filled the hall. It sounded like a female in desperate need of a savoir. Hermione turned to Draco who was silent until now. He instructed her to just watch and not ask anymore questions. And so she did.
Minutes after Lucius Malfoy burst into the room, with only black slacks on his long muscular legs, which hung limply from his waist, dragging a crying Narcissa behind him. Her hair was tousled and her black lace negligee ripped.
Lucius' hair was equally disheveled and sweat dripped down his hard chest. His eyes glistened with lust. Lucius forcefully pushed his wife onto the bed, pinning her down with all his weight. Narcissa struggled to get out of his grips but she was no match for those toned muscles and heavy legs. There was no escaping.
Hermione could already see Lucius' full grown member. He ravished Narcissa's body like a hungry beast, despite her brutal kicks and screams.
"Narcissa." Lucius spat while he bit into her neck.
"NO. NO PLEASE NO." she pleaded with him but he only let out a pitiless laugh and continued to slowly run his tongue and hands up and down her slim body.
"Your mine. I own you," Lucius whispered while ripping her top off, leaving her bare.
Lucius' eyes lit up when he saw her perky breast and hard nipples. Immediately he dove in and began to tease her by running his tongue back and forth over her pink nipples. Then, Lucius attacked her lips showering Narcissa with wet kisses.
"And when I say I need you," Lucius began to run his hands down Narcissa's bruised thighs. Eventually his hands reached their destination, in between her legs, "I want you,"
Hermione saw Narcissa bite down hard on her lips just the way she did the night when she forced herself not to scream Draco's name. She knew he was caressing her femininity in a sensual way that made Narcissa forget that she was having sex against her will.
"I yearn to plunge into you and drive you crazy," there was a loud tear and Lucius flung Narcissa's black underwear flying across the room over where Hermione and Draco were standing. Lucius' pants slid off his hips just enough for him to fulfill his purpose.
Hermione took a step back and Draco squeezed her hard. She dreaded to ask any one of the questions that raced across her mind. She couldn't keep still. She felt like she was responsible for all this.
"Then I shall have you." He finished harshly.
Narcissa struggled even harder when she realized what came next but it was futile. She couldn't help her self. Lucius plunged into Narcissa as fast a speeding bullet hit a person. Suddenly Narcissa's body went limp. She was horribly white and tears dripped out of her deep blue eyes but no sound left her mouth.
There was a blank expression on her face, but her eyes held all sadness. It seemed as though her soul had flown away and left a lifeless body under Lucius. He began to thrust himself into her harder and faster each time breaking Narcissa's spirit.
Her moans became a medley of pleasure and pain. Narcissa began to run her hand up and down Lucius broad back. She had to give into him because the sex was just that good. There was no denying it. For her it was pleasing in a sick way, one of the only forms of pleasure in the Malfoy Manor.
He continued to plunge himself into his wife. Their hips met in a rhythmical pattern and sweat dropped from their foreheads. They both were close to their ultimate point of pleasure.
"You" --- Narcissa gasped --- "son" --- both their bodies began to shake uncontrollably --- "of" --- Lucius' moans grew louder each second --- "a" -- - the friction in between her legs caused Narcissa to grab Lucius' hair roughly.--- "bitch," Narcissa bellowed as Lucius' hot liquid leaked into her. He took a few breaths and then dropped onto her body like a heavy load.
Narcissa lay there breathing heavily. Lucius leaned over to kiss her forehead but she turned away not wanting his wet lips on her skin.
"You can have my body and whatever riches I may have left, but you'll never have my heart," She whispered in between breaths.
Lucius' eyes glowed with murder. The epitome of every man's masculinity was his ability to woo any female he wishes and make her his for what would be the rest of their romantic lives together. To have that insulted was like a stab in the back, which was exactly what Narcissa did. She had questioned his position in the driver's seat.
There was a momentary pause until a fierce slap sent Narcissa to the floor. Lucius stepped over her without a word and left the room leaving behind a bruised and naked body on the floor raking with sorrowful cries.
Hermione tried to run to help Narcissa but the room began to swirl and the image of Narcissa disappeared.
Again she felt that same flying sensation. Moments after, Hermione's feet hit solid ground. This time she found her self not in a room, but somewhere outside of the Malfoy estate. In the distance she could see the gigantic house and a spurting fountain in the form on a dragon in front of it.
They were in a foggy forest that seemed deserted. It was scary in this dark and stormy forest. The lightening flashed and lit up the gray skies, the rain came down heavily like buckets of spilled water, and the wind blew harshly enough to make any tree fall over.
Hermione glanced around for any sign of human life, but found none until see saw a silhouette of a male coming from the heart of the woodland. As the figure drew nearer she could make out its features.
The figure wore a white dress shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned and black slacks. There was nothing to protect him from the rain that fell like angry tears from above. His shirt was soaked and it hugged his torso.
As the figure walked past them, lightening flashed and Hermione saw who the person was. It was Draco. His wet hair plastered his face and he was holding a dagger. The scene before Hermione did not frighten her. It was the murderous look on Draco's face and the fear of what was yet to come that sent chills up her spine.
Draco walked through the pouring rain all the way back to the manner. When he reached the large oak doors he pushed them and sent them forcefully flying back disturbing the peace within the house. Gripping the dagger with all his strength he stepped into the house and made his way past the library and up the steps.
Narcissa who noted her son's noisy arrival called for him to come to her in the library but when she received no response she followed him.
"Draco dear," she whispered but Draco ignored his mother and continued to walk up the steps.
Narcissa, who now looked worried grabbed her son's hand and then let out an audible gasp when she saw the dagger.
"Draco. Where..what are you going to do with this?" she asked in an urgent tone pointing at the sharp murder tool. Despite his mother's protest, Draco continued his journey to his desired destination. A moment later Draco entered a room where Lucius was standing, his back turned to him.
Upon his son's arrival Lucius turned to face Draco and spotted the dagger in his son's hand. The room was deadly silent while Draco and Lucius sized each other up.
"You would never..." Lucius began but before he could complete his sentence Draco interrupted.
"Try me." His voice dripped with venom to show how much he hated Lucius.
He broke in to a run and attacked Lucius. Draco skillfully dogged every hex and curse thrown at him. In matter of seconds he had Lucius on the floor. Draco threw punches at Lucius and tried to stab him but Lucius overpowered him and threw his son across the room.
Hermione heard Lucius mutter something and a bolt of red light flew towards Draco. The minute it hit him he wriggled in pain but never once did he give Lucius the satisfaction of hearing his bawl in agony.
"Scream you little bastard. I know you can't take the pain." Lucius exclaimed but Draco just sat there sending Lucius death glares.
When no sound was emitted from Draco, Lucius hurled another curse at Draco but still no response came from him.
"SCREAM. CALL OUT MY NAME AND BEG FOR MERCY!" Lucius' hot temper got the best of him. He shook with anger while he approached his son on the floor.
A sickening crack filled the room after Lucius kicked Draco in the abdomen. Draco took in a sharp breath of air. Lucius smiled wickedly and dragged Draco out of the room.
"You'll learn my boy. No one, NO ONE defies me. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. Five days in the dungeons with two hours of torture a day will do." Lucius cackled as he made his way to the Dungeons.
Hermione was left there standing horror -stricken. The room gave an almighty lurch and she found her self swirling in the same dark whirlpool again. Hermione closed her eyes trying to block out the images she had just seen. She couldn't deal with it.
As soon as she hit solid ground her feet gave way and Hermione fell onto the floor quaking with what seemed to be shock. Hermione wrapped her arms around her self and sat Indian style on the floor starring blankly ahead. After a few moments of silence, Draco took it upon himself to start a conversation.
"Shocked?" he asked. Waiting for no response he walked over to help Hermione off the floor. Pulling her up by the wrist he gently guided her by the small of her back to the bed.
"I had no idea..really Malfoy." She declared slowly shaking her head back and forth.
"No one knows. Honestly I don't think anyone would care." Draco said walking towards the window. The moon shone brightly that night and cast a lovely shade of sliver in the dark room.
"No Draco. Don't say that. How would you know if no one cared or not if you didn't take the time and open up to someone?" she replied
A dangerous shade of gray reflected from Draco's eyes. Hermione knew she hit the right spot and she was going to use his mental state to the fullest extent.
"How do you do it? How the fuck do you do it?" he fired in a low acid tone. Hermione sat up the moment those words left his mouth and her face fell into a scowl
The dragon spit fire at the Gryffindor and she fired right back.
"Do what Malfoy. Push your fucking buttons. I have a hidden talent. Thought you knew that?"
Draco was silent because he knew it was true. Hermione did have a way of upsetting him even if it wasn't intentional.
"Malfoy, you make people not care about you. You have to open up to someone. If you keep all this bottled up for too long it'll kill you or leak out at the wrong time."
"It's not that easy. How can you be so fucking optimistic? Granger not everything has a happy ending."
"You're going to go insane Malfoy."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"If I was the same close minded person I was six years ago, yes, but I'm not. Seek help Malfoy. It'll do you some good."
"BULLSHIT Granger. I may be close to insanity but I don't need help. If I'm correct you're the one who should be looking for a goddamn savior."
Malfoy's reply made Hermione want to slap him. Up until now she was the dominant one in this argument. She was fully aware that she was dealing with a man with a fiery temper. She knew Draco would try to hit a soft spot just for spite, but tonight had nothing to do with Hermione. And she let Draco know that.
"This is not about me. This is about you Malfoy." Hermione was now kneeling on the edge of the bed breathing fire just to get her point across but Draco was impossible. He was raging and breathing hard just for shooting comebacks at Hermione.
Hermione let out a frustrated scream and began to run her hands through her cinnamon locks. She ran the back of her hand across her forehead then placed them on her temples.
Lowering her head a little bit to avoid eye contact with Malfoy, Hermione responded in a strained hoarse voice, "Just tonight Draco, just tonight. That's all I'm asking. Forget my horrid thoughts, dreams, and attempts to take my own life. Forget that I was your sworn enemy for six years in a blood row. Forget that I was closer to insanity than you were. Forget it all. Just for tonight I am willing to sacrifice all of that just so I can come to terms with you."
Draco stood there dumfounded at Hermione's devotion to him. Although he appreciated it, it also annoyed him. He didn't need Granger's help. He was his own man. Whenever he fell he didn't need someone to break his fall for him. Granger was willing to do just that. Bend over backwards for someone who didn't appreciate her help, much less want it.
Sighing exasperatedly Draco rejoined "Fuck off Granger."
Hermione had had it with Draco's insolence." NO!"
"Excuse me?" Draco said.
"Honestly Malfoy I could give a shit about you."
"SO WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?"
"BECAUSE I CARE. THAT'S WHY."
Hermione's last sentence resounded throughout the room as a deadly silence invaded the once noisy bed chamber. The hot headed Gryffindor realized what she just said and she didn't regret it. Never once did she look away from Draco. She didn't feel uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze anymore. Instead she felt confident and bold.
"Fuck you Hermione." Draco whispered looking very tired.
A smirk began to form on her strawberry pink lips before she let out a maniacal laugh. She fell onto her back and rolled around on the silk covers. "You just don't want any body under your skin do you?" she asked ant agonizingly.
Draco was silent. All he could do was stare at her. Was Granger bloody mad? Yes he could say that, but she also spoke the truth. And he refused to admit it.
When no response came from Draco, Hermione started again, "I see right through you."
He leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. If he wasn't who he was by family legacy she'd marry him, love him, and heal his bleeding wounds. She couldn't burry these feeling that were starting to surface.
Hermione was starting to see a different side of Draco that she loved. She looked into his angelic face. He was attractive, yes, but there was always something about him that perplexed her. He was so mysterious. Draco's hidden attributes made him almost loveable, but these were things that she'd never say.
If Hermione could erase all the pain from Draco, she would reveal a lovely smile, instead of a genuine sadistic smirk.
"I'm tired of people judging me." Draco whispered catching Hermione off guard.
"People have insanely high expectations which are almost impossible to reach. This life is like a game sometimes." Hermione replied coolly finding her voice again.
"It's hard to open up to people and trust."
"So then why do you trust in me?"
Draco didn't reply. He had his reasons for confiding in Hermione but instead of telling her, he'd show her. Draco walked over to Hermione, who was still seated on his bed. She didn't back away or seek an escape, but instead sat there waiting patiently. It was like she was prepared for what was about to happen.
He sat Indian style in front of her and grabbed her hands turning them over so that her palms were facing upward. He examined every line in her palm and ran his thumb up and down every scar on her wrist. Draco looked up at Hermione and smiled which calmed her fears. On his night table was a small razor which he grabbed and held up to the moon light.
Before proceeding he looked at Hermione as though asking for permission and permission was granted. Draco ran the razor down the middle of Hermione's palm and did the same to himself. Immediately after, they joined hands and once Draco closed his eyes, Hermione followed his lead.
Hermione heard him mutter something and then it hit her. A hot wave snaked up and down her body. The heat coursed through her bloodstream and her blood began to boil. She felt multiple nerve impulses race up and down her spinal cord at an unusual speed.
Her lungs began to contract at a rapid pace and Hermione began to take in short breaths of air. Her heart pumped more blood than necessary. It was pumping so fast that she figured it would burst. The feeling was more painful than she had expected.
Sweat spurted from every pore on her body and momentarily she had forgotten to breathe. Draco was gripping her hand tightly. His touch made her skin burn but never once did she let go. She thought she was going to pass out. And then.. it all ended.
She took in a deep breath of air and a cool tingly feeling traveled from the tips of her toes to her head. Every organ began to function properly again. All the strength from her body dissipated and she collapsed backward as well as Draco.
He landed right on Hermione's chest that rose and fell softly as she tried to regain her breathing. Their hands were still intertwined with the other. Hermione placed her free hand on Draco's head.
Little wisps of his hair clung to his forehead and she pushed them away. He looked truly exhausted. His eyes didn't dance like the usually do with the moonlight and there was no smirk on his pale lips.
"What was that?" Hermione managed to say between gasps.
"A bit of dark magic," Draco's usual drawl was reduced to merely a whisper. He knew she would be throwing a fit if she had the strength but she didn't.
"It was an incantation that Lucius thought me. It's used to find a person's equal."
"So I'm your equal." Hermione's response was more of a statement than a question.
"Not exactly. We just have a special connection between us."
"How are you so sure?"
"Granger don't lie to me. You felt what I felt." Draco said with finality in his voice. It was tiring to talk but the two continued anyway. "Why do you do this to your self?" he asked running his hand over her scars.
"My father killed my mother this summer and he's been after me ever since I discovered it was him. He wants me to stay with him forever as if to replace my mother. I can't stand to be in his captivity forever. I had no one to turn to. No source of consolation so I resolved to cutting myself. I needed a way to ease the pain and now I'm scarred for life. "
"Bruises fade Granger." Draco said truthfully.
"But the pain remains the same." Her voice began to waver. Hermione let a tear drop slide out of her eyes but before she could wipe it away Draco had raised his head to her face.
"Don't cry, at least not for him. It's not worth it." he said wiping away the salty stream that slid out Hermione's chestnut eyes. Then he rested his head onto her chest once more and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: yeah that was chapter 11. Again, sorry about the cliffhanger. Also go read my friends story and review. First read Obsession by Deenee on Fanfictionpress.com and then read Fertile Thunderstorms by my beta reader DulceSoulSeeker. Read and review people it means a lot to us. Like most of you are probably wondering, what's next for Hermione and Draco? Continue reading because after this is going to be a bumpy ride for those two.
