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Guess What? I didn't make the characters for this. Or the setting. In fact, J.K Rowling did all the work and made all the money. I just decided to waltz in here and make a little fanfic
That pales in greatness compared to her story. So ya. Don't sue me.
Third chapter, finally. I'm a bad person for waiting so long, and I'm sorry! DON"T HURT ME!
Might I add, this chapter switches viewpoints. I hope you don't get lost -.- ....
Anyhoo, here it is! Might I add, all my chapters are going to be sort of short, but that way it's easier to write, edit, and get to you ASAP!
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CHAPTER 3--Afterthoughts--
She could still taste the coppery blood on her tongue.
Could still feel his hand ring her wrist as she struggled.
Still see his eyes, which had once seemed icy and distant, then warm and seeing into her.
Hermione unfroze. She shook her head, her wet hair slapping against her skin. Tears slid down her face, and the tangy salt added to the venomous taste in her mouth. She slid down the side of the tiles, sinking into the lukewarm water, and screamed. Bubbles full of pain floated past her.
She slowly came up for air, a deep feeling of anger settling into her stomach. Even slower, she regained her composure, and lifted herself out of the tub, her heart still racing.
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Draco swept into the common room and threw off his invisibility cloak, his good mood gone. He glowered at the occupants of the dungeon, and the room went quiet. Smiles fell and everyone turned away from him. His saunter was gone as well; he stormed across the stone floor and up onto the wooden staircase, feeling darker on every step.
As he climbed the stairs, a first year made the mistake of barreling down the steps toward him. "Draco, Draco! Did anyone tell you what Professor Snape did to Ron?!"
"Get out of my way, you pathetic piece of filth!" Draco shoved past him, knocking the kid to the ground. He marched into his dormitory and threw himself onto the green satin sheets.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He raged against himself, throwing his wand onto his nightstand. "You idiot! Yes, GREAT way to win over a woman, fucking SCARE her to death, then practically RAPE her! Oh, you're a fucking GENIUS!" He grabbed a glass of water and flung it against the wall. It shattered, dripping down the side of the stones. What has gotten into you? What is wrong with you? He heaved a deep, animal grunt of frustration, and then a few deeper breaths.
You're not an animal, Draco, you're a Malfoy. You don't do those kinds of things. And besides, she's only a mudblood.
He sighed, grabbed his wand, repaired the cup, and put it back on his nightstand.
"Well, I've certainly done my damage. As much as I don't want to apologize, I'm going to have to. I can't have her whining all over the school...." He ran a pale hand through his golden hair. This will be difficult. He felt his swollen tongue and broke into a grin. She's feisty she is... there's more to her then a bookworm and a chew toy... A picture of Hermione in the bath swam in his head again, her flawless, olive skin... silky brown hair... Focus! There is a time for dreaming later, now you need to think. Draco laid back, and rested his head on the palms of his hands.
"I'm going to have to catch her alone again. I don't want to make a scene, especially not with her..." He contemplated this for a moment. "She'll probably be in the library at SOME point tomorrow, I'll just have to catch her in there."
He grinned. Pleased with his plan, he got to his knees and drew the curtains around his bed. He had some 'personal business' to take care of.
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Hermione paused outside of the common room, watching the Fat Lady snooze. She sighed, "Polyjuice Potion," and the painting swung open, the Fat Lady not even noticing she was there.
She slipped into the common room unnoticed. The only people there were Harry and Ron; it was later then she thought. Hermione was about to unveil herself, when she heard them conversing in whispers. Unable to resist, she sat down near the fire,
Harry's face was serious- eyebrows furrowed, a deep-set frown; while Ron slouched in his chair, looking rather defeated.
"I tell you, it's not fair! 2 WEEKS detention! Cleaning up the potions room, no less. I'll come back every night, smelling like bile, I will! Stupid Snape..." Ron heaved a sigh and sank lower in his chair.
"Well, you shouldn't have been trying to spy on Hermione, should you?" Hermione grinned, and Harry added in an undertone, "I think you deserve it..."
"Well, excuse me, I -"
"Don't have the right to stalk her! Taking a bath none-the-less. If you weren't my friend I would've cursed you..."
"Yes yes, I know. Don't rub it in. No more 'invading her privacy'."
"Ron wasn't-" the only one who followed me into the bathroom.
"Ron wasn't what? Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Ron, who was extremely interested in the night sky.
Hermiones hand flew up to her throat. The spell! THERE IS A SPELL ON ME! DRACO PUT A SPELL ON ME!
She screamed it in her head, but her mouth didn't move. I can't believe it! He can't do this! Hermione got up and stormed from the room up to her dormitory.
"What was that all about?" Harry hung the cloak over his arm and started toward their dorm.
"I don't know, but she seems pretty mad..."
"Well, what do you think she'd feel like? Why were you spying on her anyway?"
"Nothing..." Ron mumbled and shoved past him, his face, once again, a brilliant shade of pink.