Forbidden Attraction
Chapter 2 – Hermione's Worst Fear
Disclaimer – This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary – H/D. An attraction that is so totally forbidden slowly begins to arise. Lies, deceit and a stolen kiss shared between the Head Boy and Girl. How far will this forbidden game of attraction go?
Last Chapter - This isn't going to affect anything. It was just a kiss; a kiss that meant nothing! Absolutely nothing! I'm going to go on living my normal life and so is she. This doesn't change anything.
How wrong he was.
A/N – Some of the characters in this chapter especially, may seem a little out of character – it's completely intended. This chapter, also, contains some scenes not for the kiddies! So if you're not up to it, this is a warning to press that back button!
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He was swimming peacefully in the clear blue water. The sky above him held no trace of clouds and the sun shined brightly down, reflecting on the water. Surrounding the water was a forest of trees, flowers, and many creatures that roamed through out it. Their noises seemed to make this unknown land even more serene.
He lay back in the water, letting it flow over his body. He had never in his life felt at such peace.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!
What on earth is that sound?! He thought, his eyes scanning the skies for the source. But the noise was quite out of place for his surroundings and alas he could not find it. He screwed shut his eyes and dived into the water to escape that wretched noise. But still it continued incessantly.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
He groaned and swam deeper, down further and further and further-
A splitting ache seared through his head as it came into impact with something hard.
Have I reached the bottom of the lake? He thought incredulously, and opened his eyes. Instead of the clear blue water he expected, dark green flooded his vision.
"What the...?-"Draco Malfoy backed away from the mass of green until he hit something solid.
His bed.
He gazed wildly around the room. The dark green mass had been the carpet in his dormitory, which is was now sitting on. It had only been a dream.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!
And there was the ruckus that had awoken him from his slumber. Someone was knocking at the portrait to the Heads Common Room. He groaned and slowly, putting his hands on the bedpost for support, he stood up. The splitting ache in his head returned – obviously he had fallen out of ben and hit his head on the floor. After cursing softly under his breath, he threw on his black imported dressing gown and went out into the corridor.
GONG, GONG, GONG!!!
The sound made Draco jump about a foot in the air. His heart pumping, Draco's eyes scanned the room until he found the source of the noise.
GONG, GONG, GONG!!!
An old grandfather clock that Dumbledore had, for some unknown reason, felt the need to place in the Common Room. It was a funny thing; it wouldn't GONG at every hour like it was supposed to and, instead, seemed to go off whenever it felt like it. Like at six o'clock in the morning.
Draco, suppressing the urge to just smash the clock into pieces, walked passed it and towards the portrait.
If this is Crabbe or Goyle, I swear I'm gonna-
But as he swung open the portrait and stared outside into the corridor, he did not find any of his Slytherin friends. In fact, the boy in front of him was his sworn enemy. Harry Potter.
Just seeing Harry made all the memories of last night rush back to him. The fight. The silence. The kiss...
He felt a pit of something build up in his stomach. Was it guilt? No, it was definitely not guilt. He wasn't even the slightest bit guilty – even if Hermione did have a boyfriend; it was nothing compared to what Harry was doing to her. If anything, he felt angry. Angry that Harry – who had not only woken him up at six in the morning – dared to show his face here in the Common Room after standing Hermione up last night. Standing her up for Parvati Patil.
Harry himself seemed a little angry, but as though he were forcing himself to be calm. Draco could see right through him. Harry's hair was all over the place, his glasses askew and a couple of buttons on his shirt, visible under his robe, were done up in the wrong holes. Draco raised a questioning eyebrow.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco spat, wanting to do to Harry the same thing he had wanted to do to the clock just moments ago. Harry staggered forward, grabbing onto the wall to keep him balanced. Then Draco realised something.
Harry was drunk.
"Move outta my way, Malfoy, I need to talk to 'Mione," Harry slurred, trying to push past Draco. Draco pushed him back easily and rolled his eyes at him.
"She doesn't want to see you, Potter. Not at this time of the morning and definitely not with you in this state," Draco said in disgust, looking at Harry's drunken figure up and down before returning his gaze to Harry's face. He had dark circles around his eyes and it seemed that he hadn't yet slept.
"No, no, my 'Mione always wants to see me. Always," Harry insisted, still trying to push past Draco.
"Not anymore," Draco informed him curtly.
"What would you know, Malfoy?" Harry started aggressively.
"She's asleep, Potter, so just let her be. Come back later when you're not so inebriated," Draco said. Harry pushed Draco into the wall and strode past him into the Common Room.
"'Mione, 'Mione?" Harry yelled, circling the Common Room. "It's Harry."
"Well at least now she has a chance to run," Draco murmured under his breath.
"'Mione? Where are you?" Harry called, stumbling over a small table, sending a vase of lilies crashing to the ground. Pieces of shattered china flew everywhere. The water left a damp patch on the carpet and the lilies themselves lay still, overlapping each other.
"Get out Potter! I told you she doesn't want to see you!" Draco snarled angrily. Harry turned to face him.
"She's my girlfriend and I'll see her when I want to see her!" Harry shouted and threw a jagged piece of broken china at Draco. Caught by surprise, Draco did not manage to move in time and the piece of china left a little cut on the side of his cheek. Harry, smirking triumphantly, made his way up the stairs, leading to the dormitory where Hermione was sleeping. Draco almost followed him, but suddenly Hermione's angry voice filled his head.
"Mind your own business, Malfoy, it's got nothing to do with you!"
Draco sighed and collapsed on the couch, spreading himself out. It was time to back off. It really did have nothing to do with him. And he didn't care about it anyway. Malfoy's don't care about other peoples feelings... feelings are weak. And it was their business; he played no part in that.
With the exception that you kissed her..."Shut up," Draco muttered and closed his eyes.
Hermione was in a deep sleep. She rolled over and murmured something incomprehensible under her breath. The knocking at the portrait that had awoken Draco had not awoken her. The sky had started to lighten outside. Smears of pink and orange indicated a beautiful day ahead. Birds were twittering happily outside in their nests and the creatures of the Forbidden Forest seemed to be asleep. The lake was still, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the air held no trace of wind.
But suddenly that all changed.
Hermione was down there in the grounds of Hogwarts. Black clouds moved in and the wind began to blow, fiercely whipping her hair in her face. The rain poured down and she ran blindly in search of shelter.
"'Mione, 'Mione? It's Harry."
Oh no! Hermione thought frantically, and ran faster away from the voice.
"'Mione? Where are you?" Harry's taunting voice surrounded her. Where is he?!
Hermione just kept on running. Suddenly, there was a thump, followed closely by a loud and echoing crash. Hermione screamed.
Was that thunder?! Hermione thought, wildly looking up at the black sky above in alarm.
"Get out Potter! I told you she doesn't want to see you!"
Who was that?! Hermione thought, looking around. It was so familiar yet she could not identify it. But she agreed with the voice.
Go away Harry – please, I don't want to see you..."She's my girlfriend and I'll see her when I want to see her!"
No, no, leave me alone! Stay away from me!THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
His thundering footsteps were nearing.
"'Mione... 'Mione..."
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
No, stop, please! Don't come any closer!But still closer and closer they came. She ran faster than she had ever run before, but the voice and his footsteps still seemed right behind her.
"'Mione... 'Mione..."
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
"Stop! I don't want to se you! I know about you a Parvati!"
Silence.
The wind no longer blew, nor did the rain fall. The footsteps stopped and the voice ceased. And though she was still running, her footsteps made no noise on the slippery, wet grass. So caught up in fear, Hermione didn't notice the lake.
SPLASH!
Hermione sat up bolt right, water dripping from her hair and face. She was in her dormitory – not in the grounds of Hogwarts. It was only a dream. She touched her face, which was still dripping with water.
But if it were only a dream then the water-Hermione's wandering eyes stopped dead and her blood seemed to run cold. Right there, next to her bed, empty cup in hand, stood Harry.
Hermione gasped and clasped a hand to her mouth. Harry was glaring furiously at her, his knuckles white from gripping the water cup.
"Harry, how did you get in here?" Hermione asked, hoping she didn't sound as terrified as she felt. Harry's glare disappeared.
"Malfoy opened the portrait. Wouldn't let me in at first, but I dealt with him," Harry smirked in a way Hermione had never seen before. It frightened her.
"What do you mean? What did you do to him?" Hermione asked. Harry slammed the cup down onto her dresser, causing Hermione to flinch.
"It doesn't matter, I'm here now," Harry said in a soothing voice, sitting down on the bed and began playing with her hair. Hermione pulled back, but Harry didn't let go. Hermione let out a cry of pain.
"Harry! Let go!" Hermione exclaimed. But Harry just ignored her and continued to twirl her hair around his fingers. A mad look crossed his face.
"You're so beautiful, 'Mione," Harry whispered, resting his head under her chin, one hand still in her hair. With the other hand, he slowly began tracing lines down her face to her neck. They sent shivers down her spine.
Please stop Harry! Hermione thought desperately. As if reading her thoughts, he did stop. He sat up and looked down at her, a strange look on his face.
"'Mione... let's take out relationship one step further," Harry said softly. It wasn't a request – it was a command. Hermione's eyes widened.
"But Harry, I'm not ready-"
"Sshhh..." Harry refused to listen to her. He silenced her by placing his mouth roughly over hers in a fierce kiss. His hands roamed up and down her body, as he pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth. Hermione winced at his ferocity.
Oh god, oh no. Please stop, this can't be happening...!!!Hermione could smell the beer on his breath and was immediately disgusted.
He's drunk!Hermione moved her hands up to stop Harry's wandering ones, but Harry just grabbed both her hands in one of his and continued on. Hermione felt a wave of panic wash over her. She tried pulling away from him, but he just moved his body on top of her, straddling her waist. He stopped kissing her for a moment and moved his hands to the waistband of her pants. Hermione's eyes filled with tears.
"Harry, please – don't do this!" Hermione choked hysterically, her voice cracking as she spoke. Harry looked reassuringly at her.
"Don't worry baby. It'll only hurt for a second," he whispered with a smirk and began hungrily easing her pants off her hips.
"No Harry, don't!" Hermione screamed loudly. Harry threw one of his hands over her mouth, smothering her screams and continued his work with his other hand.
"No Harry, don't!"
Draco sat up bolt right on the couch. Hermione's desperate cry for help seemed to still echo in his head. Had he drifted off to sleep and only dreamed it? Somehow, he thought not. He listened harder and sure enough he could hear movement in Hermione's dorm. He sprung up from the couch and slowly walked up the staircase leading to her room. Muffled noises became clearer as he neared the door.
What the hell is going on in there?He reached the door and went to open it but the handle caught – it was locked.
Inside the room, Harry, too distracted by what he was doing, missed the noise the Draco made – but Hermione didn't. Though Harry's hand was still over her mouth, she began screaming. She tore and scratched at his hands with her nails and eventually he let go.
"Help me!" Hermione screamed, but it was short-lived. Harry struck her cheek with the back of his hand, sending her head crashing into the bed head. She cried out in pain, but it only came out in a low whimper. Fresh tears rolled down her face now, but this did not stop Harry from fumbling with her pants.
"No, stop it... please, I beg you..." Hermione whispered feebly. She coughed, spraying some blood onto Harry's shirt, but he neither noticed nor cared. Suddenly the door flew open. Harry spun around to see what all the commotion was about when suddenly Draco's fist connected with his jaw and he was sent flying off the bed.
Hermione cried out in shock and stared at Harry's unmoving figure on the ground in shock, but also with relief. She looked up at Draco to find him staring at her, concern written all over his face. Quickly he replaced it with a blank emotion – Malfoy's, after all, show no emotion or feeling towards anything.
"You okay, Granger?" He asked, his voice void of emotion. Hermione was trembling, her hair a mess and her face stained with tears. One cheek was stinging and bright red from where Harry had slapped her, and she looked close to bursting into tears.
Hermione didn't even answer him. Slowly she stood up, threw her robe – which was handing over her desk chair – over her nightclothes and ran out of the room, without a second look at Harry. Draco went to stop her, to question her, to see if she was all right – but again he remembered:
It's none of my business.
He looked down at Harry's passed out figure sprawled on the floor. This was really none of his business either, but he was glad he had interrupted. He rolled Harry over so he was on his back.
Hmm... broken nose... we'll blame that on the fall. They'll hardly believe him – he's quite intoxicated.
Draco hauled Harry up over his shoulder. Staggering under Harry's weight, Draco made his way down to the Common Room. He forced himself to stop wondering where Hermione had gone, and continued towards to portrait. He kicked it open, walked a few paces down the hall before dumping Harry on the ground. He landed with a soft thud, an 'oomph' escaping his lips as he impacted with the floor. Draco could hardly care less though, and retreated back to the Common Room with only one thought on his mind; sleep.
