Divine Fates
Chapter Six
Fatal Visits – Draco
Hermione was no doubt curious about my actions. I myself wasn't quite clear why I put up with her caring about me. Normally I'd push so fast in the other direction. Attaching myself to someone would just end up badly. It always had in the past. Lessons learned so well from my father. Hermione gave off the aura though… if that's what you'd call it. It made me feel relaxed, even before we got along.
It had always made me uneasy at the same time. Relaxing yourself around an enemy leaves you open; hence I never stuck around long any of the trio. But having little choice to be around her made avoiding it so much harder that I haven't even tried. Even after two weeks from that kiss in library, I couldn't bring myself to even think of insulting her. We still had small spats here, but it was never as major as when we had been enemies.
And I knew better, we weren't enemies anymore. But I still hated her, for one simple reason. She was making feelings grow inside me. I've been so used to be being cold and rude, that now I was feeling worry, more easily upset by Pansy's advances, even been able to do my best to ignore Potter and Weasley. And only because I knew if I did something to them, it'd end up hurting her in the end.
That became important to me, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. I didn't want to hurt her anymore. It bothered me too. It wasn't just feelings she was making me feel, she was causing me to have feeling FOR her. If my father would ever find out, who knew what he'd do. To her, for that matter or me… but when I looked at it, my father would never kill me, he needed me. I knew that. She was in more danger than I would ever be.
Becoming a Death Eater was never really a choice I had in my life. My father was one, and I knew it was for me to follow in his footsteps to do so as well. At one time, I even desired to be one, to get revenge on those that humiliated me the most. Mostly the Golden Trio, but without my hatred being so strong, it really made me wonder. Did I still want to be something so hateful if it took only one person to make it all go away?
Sure, it didn't take much to hate someone, but after starting to get to know Hermione, things got more complicated. It was driving me nuts. But it was all right for now, with Hermione's random kisses to drive most of my thoughts out of my head, I didn't have to think about it. It relaxed me and I really felt like there was so little to ever worry about. In a way I was using her, but at the same time, feelings couldn't be wrong.
When one person wakes up they expect to follow some kind of pattern, this morning was no different. I got dressed, showered after Hermione like always, and headed into the common room. Instead of finding Hermione sitting on the couch, she stood near her door, looking almost frightened. I raised my brow slightly and followed her gaze towards the Head's door. It took all of my energy not to groan.
" Well well Draco, I was wondering how long it would take you to join us. Miss Granger, if you would be so kind as to leave my son and I some time alone, it would be greatly appreciated." My father never failed to sound overly proper; fully knowing she was a muggle-born. And if he was going to this length to be this 'kind' to her, he was surely going to yell at me for something.
Hermione glanced at me before swallowing and nodding dumbly and scurried out of the room. My father turned towards the fire, making him look deathly pale. I knew I wasn't much better, but ever since I was little, I had found my father to be rather disturbing. " I have heard that you and the Mudblood have been stuck in all your classes together, and have even been paired up in Snape's class for assignments."
I held back another urge to groan at him. He always had to take the long way around things. " Yes father." Simple answer, for a stupidly obvious question, which caused him to shoot a glare at me. He approached me slowly, and I crossed my arms over my chest as I usually did when we had these little 'talks'. I didn't see it coming, though I should have, he had hit me enough times in the past.
I found myself on the floor on my back, the underside of my jaw screaming with familiar pain. I sat up and shot my own glare up at him. " I know what you've been doing with that Mudblood." That caught my attention. I narrowed my eyes and stood up slowly. " Kissing her, even holding her hand when you think you're both alone. How dare you Draco, I thought I have taught you better… a Mudblood of them all!"
I was growing tired of this. " For once in my life that YOU lead for me, why can't I choose something for ME." I knew better, this time barely able to dodge his fist, but it caused me to stumble back from loss of balance. " You're wrong. I do not lead your life, the Dark Lord does. You will follow his instructions. But you'll be given a chance to redeem yourself, since you have followed so well before."
I snorted at him, and continued to glare at him. He leaned his face close to mine. " You will stop all your… 'Relations' with this Mudblood, or she will be killed before her time." I clenched my fists behind my back, along with my jaw. He smirked at me and backed up. " If not, I'm afraid not even you will be able to save her." For some reason it felt like someone decided to stick several knives in my stomach.
" And Draco, I don't suggest you don't disobey the Dark Lord again, for next time it may come as a punishment to you."
I didn't have a choice, and that was one thing at the moment that fueled my anger. I'd need it, if I were to get Hermione angry enough with me to actually fight back. My own father threatened the first person I actually allowed myself to care about, and my father never backed down from a threat. Hermione's life would be in danger, more than she could normally put herself in.
As I rounded the corner towards the great hall, I ran into the two perfect subjects to flare my anger further. Potter and Weasley weren't paying attention, so I purposely rammed in-between them letting out a growl as I did so. " Ever heard of watching where you're going!" I snarled, caused both of them to blink at me, before frowning deeply. " You know that works the same way Malfoy."
I was about to snap again, before I heard another voice. " Will you guys slow… down." Hermione stopped behind me as we all turned to look at her. She looked between the three of us, obviously noticing that I was upset. " Malfoy doesn't know the meaning of 'evasive' maneuvers." I glared sharply at Weasley. " This coming from someone couldn't pass this school without the help of the Mudblood bookworm."
I knew that stung her deeply, seeing her drop her jaw slightly in the corner of my eye. I turned and stormed down another hallway instead of heading into the great hall. I wasn't hungry anymore. I counted the steps before I heard a pair running down the hall to catch me. She grabbed my arm and turned me to face her. " What the hell was that about Draco?" She hissed at me, knowing that Potter and Weasley would probably follow shortly.
I ripped my arm from her grasp and grabbed her wrist instead. " That's Malfoy, Granger. And it isn't about anything. Why are you acting like I should be treating you special?" There was a confused look on her face, she didn't even bother to try and pull her wrist free from my grasp. " What did your father say to you?" I sneered at her and used my free hand to reach up and grab a few strands of her hair, twirling them in my fingers.
" That I've been doing a good job. I just had to know if I was irresistible even to the one that has hated me the most. Looks like I win." Her eyes narrowed at me, trying to search my eyes for something, but this time I was prepared and guarded. She frowned and stared defiantly at me. " I don't believe you." She muttered softly. I had a feeling she'd be this stubborn. Part of me was glad she was.
But I knew at the same time she couldn't be. Twirling her by her wrist, I slammed her up against the wall hard enough to probably cause a bruise on her back. I flinched inwardly as she let out a whimper, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out. " If you actually think this meant something to me Granger, your certainly not as smart as everyone claims. Let it go, or you can pawn over it. Pawning over it is just going to give me thrill."
I sneered at her again, seeing her eyes fall for a moment. She suddenly glared up at me, reaching up and pulled my head to hers, kissing me soundly. This time I couldn't hold back the groan of feeling so stupid. She pushed me back away from her after a moment before pointing her finger in my face. " You let it go too then." And she turned and stormed down the hall away from me.
" I really don't have a choice do I?"
