Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character associated in this story, they all belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. I do wish to own Tom Felton, but for now I merely let my mind wonder.
A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed, I wasn't expecting any, Harry Potter fics are a bit out of my specialty, as most of my fans know, I'm just writing this for fun, while I contemplate whether or not to continue many of my Everwood stories.
Pairing: Draco and Hermione. Forever a Leather Librarian supporter!
Summary: They say: 'let the truth set you free', and 'it all comes out it the dark', well what'd u expect? It had to come out sometime.
Ch.3 Tellings of the Truth
Story
There was an awkward silence in which no one talked. Neither of them knew what to say, or matter of fact, do. It was a bizarre moment when everything flashed before their eyes. The shawl, the snake, his hand, the voice, everything was moving rapidly and suddenly everything made sense. Hermione began thinking about the fight, how he manages to rip a friendship apart.
This was probably a plod, a trick to make me look like a stupid Mugblood, who can't withstand a few good looks. I was the pawn in his puppet-stringed game of chess. And to think, I almost gave up on everything.
She became hot with fury. How could she dismiss her friends for him? He made it seem like he was the good guy, the one saving be from the evil villains, when really he was the evil mastermind behind it all.
What am I doing?
Finally she worked up the nerve to speak.
"Is this your idea of a joke?"
Draco fumbled around on the floor, trying to stand, it looked like he had hurt himself but Hermione didn't care, she was too upset to feel sorry for him. He looked sadly into her eyes, pleading for help; she didn't give in. It's just what he wants, me to feel sorry for him, but I have news for him, it's my turn, and my knight's in the perfect position.
"ANSWER ME!" She exclaimed.
"I would if I could feel my arm, I think it's broken." He said clutching his arm.
That's the least of your problems. She thought.
"Well, most people talk with their mouths but I guess you're an exception," she said with a cold stare.
He stumbled to his feet and made his way to the window cell to rest his arm. He looked out the mildly lit sky, counting the tiny dots as they disappeared underneath a vast cloud of darkness.
"Am I going to wait forever, or will you answer in this lifetime?" She spat angrily at him.
Draco wasn't sure of what to say, he never thought she'd find out, or worse, he didn't think he'd get caught. He wasn't prepared, and he never liked being caught off guard. He hated not being in control. At that moment he lounged forward and landed on top of her; holding her hostage with his grip. She let out a slight moan as he pressed his body heavily against her own.
"What are you doing Malfoy? Get off me!" She struggled though her teeth.
"You'll see who's in control."
"What are you talking about? I said nothing about being in control."
Draco stopped for a second; he wasn't sure what he was doing. And there was nothing he loathed more than being confused. He used his body to hold her still as he ripped the button off the white collared shirt. He stared down at her flat stomach and supply breast hidden beneath her lace covered bra. He closed his eyes as if he were looking at a sin.
She's so beautiful, but she's a mugblood, she shouldn't be so...so...
He opened his eyes, stealing another look, not that he needed it, and the image of her body was imprinted in his mind. He wanted so bad to touch her skin, to feel the way her body felt, he stared and stared, drinking in the sweetness of her beauty.
Then, he realized what he was doing, what he was feeling, he didn't want to hurt her, he could just imagine what his father would say.
"You have again disgraced the Malfoy name. How will we explain this to the Dark Lord? That my son, my son, has feeling for a filthy little mugblood, who I might add, have continuously denied you of your glory, honor and intellectual recognition."
As he thought his power weaken again her, Hermione felt his weight switch and wondered what made him change his mind. Some part of her wished he hadn't, but she wasn't sure where. She felt his heart beating in an unusual rhythm.
"Malfoy?" He didn't answer; he was now lying on top of her, his head pressing gently on her stomach. She looked down at the boy she once thought and enemy, now looking like a feeble butterfly.
"Malfoy?" She said lightly tapping him on his head.
"You know," his voice cracked, "I've always wanted to be someone else. I used to have characters, or rather imaginary friends. Whenever my father found me playing what you'd call dress up, he'd quickly hand me his wand and tell me stories of Dark wizards."
Hermione wasn't sure what he was building on, so she let out a low 'hmm....' to acknowledge the fact that she was listening.
"I didn't want to take you, you know. But it's what you said earlier, about looking ahead and yield not to that which holds you back."
That wasn't exactly what Hermione had said before but she figured he had his own comprehension.
"I figured if I wanted to get rid of my father I would have to do something to disappoint him, not that I haven't been doing that."
Hermione could have been offended, but she gave him a chance to explain.
"There's nothing more my father would hate more than me with a mugblood."
Now Hermione wasn't sure if he was trying to explain or insult her.
"So, you wanted to make your father angry by lying with me."
He didn't answer.
"Why didn't you go all the way then? Why stop?"
Something in her voice hinted that she either wanted him to take her or wish that he had. "Because deep down..." He turned himself around to face her upright, "deep down I didn't want it to happen like that."
"What you wanted it more dramatic tan it was?" He looked down.
"I wanted you to be as willing as I was."
A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed, I wasn't expecting any, Harry Potter fics are a bit out of my specialty, as most of my fans know, I'm just writing this for fun, while I contemplate whether or not to continue many of my Everwood stories.
Pairing: Draco and Hermione. Forever a Leather Librarian supporter!
Summary: They say: 'let the truth set you free', and 'it all comes out it the dark', well what'd u expect? It had to come out sometime.
Ch.3 Tellings of the Truth
Story
There was an awkward silence in which no one talked. Neither of them knew what to say, or matter of fact, do. It was a bizarre moment when everything flashed before their eyes. The shawl, the snake, his hand, the voice, everything was moving rapidly and suddenly everything made sense. Hermione began thinking about the fight, how he manages to rip a friendship apart.
This was probably a plod, a trick to make me look like a stupid Mugblood, who can't withstand a few good looks. I was the pawn in his puppet-stringed game of chess. And to think, I almost gave up on everything.
She became hot with fury. How could she dismiss her friends for him? He made it seem like he was the good guy, the one saving be from the evil villains, when really he was the evil mastermind behind it all.
What am I doing?
Finally she worked up the nerve to speak.
"Is this your idea of a joke?"
Draco fumbled around on the floor, trying to stand, it looked like he had hurt himself but Hermione didn't care, she was too upset to feel sorry for him. He looked sadly into her eyes, pleading for help; she didn't give in. It's just what he wants, me to feel sorry for him, but I have news for him, it's my turn, and my knight's in the perfect position.
"ANSWER ME!" She exclaimed.
"I would if I could feel my arm, I think it's broken." He said clutching his arm.
That's the least of your problems. She thought.
"Well, most people talk with their mouths but I guess you're an exception," she said with a cold stare.
He stumbled to his feet and made his way to the window cell to rest his arm. He looked out the mildly lit sky, counting the tiny dots as they disappeared underneath a vast cloud of darkness.
"Am I going to wait forever, or will you answer in this lifetime?" She spat angrily at him.
Draco wasn't sure of what to say, he never thought she'd find out, or worse, he didn't think he'd get caught. He wasn't prepared, and he never liked being caught off guard. He hated not being in control. At that moment he lounged forward and landed on top of her; holding her hostage with his grip. She let out a slight moan as he pressed his body heavily against her own.
"What are you doing Malfoy? Get off me!" She struggled though her teeth.
"You'll see who's in control."
"What are you talking about? I said nothing about being in control."
Draco stopped for a second; he wasn't sure what he was doing. And there was nothing he loathed more than being confused. He used his body to hold her still as he ripped the button off the white collared shirt. He stared down at her flat stomach and supply breast hidden beneath her lace covered bra. He closed his eyes as if he were looking at a sin.
She's so beautiful, but she's a mugblood, she shouldn't be so...so...
He opened his eyes, stealing another look, not that he needed it, and the image of her body was imprinted in his mind. He wanted so bad to touch her skin, to feel the way her body felt, he stared and stared, drinking in the sweetness of her beauty.
Then, he realized what he was doing, what he was feeling, he didn't want to hurt her, he could just imagine what his father would say.
"You have again disgraced the Malfoy name. How will we explain this to the Dark Lord? That my son, my son, has feeling for a filthy little mugblood, who I might add, have continuously denied you of your glory, honor and intellectual recognition."
As he thought his power weaken again her, Hermione felt his weight switch and wondered what made him change his mind. Some part of her wished he hadn't, but she wasn't sure where. She felt his heart beating in an unusual rhythm.
"Malfoy?" He didn't answer; he was now lying on top of her, his head pressing gently on her stomach. She looked down at the boy she once thought and enemy, now looking like a feeble butterfly.
"Malfoy?" She said lightly tapping him on his head.
"You know," his voice cracked, "I've always wanted to be someone else. I used to have characters, or rather imaginary friends. Whenever my father found me playing what you'd call dress up, he'd quickly hand me his wand and tell me stories of Dark wizards."
Hermione wasn't sure what he was building on, so she let out a low 'hmm....' to acknowledge the fact that she was listening.
"I didn't want to take you, you know. But it's what you said earlier, about looking ahead and yield not to that which holds you back."
That wasn't exactly what Hermione had said before but she figured he had his own comprehension.
"I figured if I wanted to get rid of my father I would have to do something to disappoint him, not that I haven't been doing that."
Hermione could have been offended, but she gave him a chance to explain.
"There's nothing more my father would hate more than me with a mugblood."
Now Hermione wasn't sure if he was trying to explain or insult her.
"So, you wanted to make your father angry by lying with me."
He didn't answer.
"Why didn't you go all the way then? Why stop?"
Something in her voice hinted that she either wanted him to take her or wish that he had. "Because deep down..." He turned himself around to face her upright, "deep down I didn't want it to happen like that."
"What you wanted it more dramatic tan it was?" He looked down.
"I wanted you to be as willing as I was."