Chapter 3 – Anywhere but here
Disclaimer: Ahhh... true love and a desperate, violent plot! All right I
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have chappie 4 written it's the typing that sucks. Anyway thanks for the
support! READ ON!!!!!!!
Hermione sobbed and her chest heaved. Soon a house elf came in and told her sheepishly," Your clothes for the day ma'am." The grungy little creature lovingly held up a very, VERY, short skirt and a very, VERY, small strapless top. Hermione also saw and ivory handled brush, diamond encrusted hand-mirror, and a dragon skin hair tie with a jeweled dragon attached to the top. Hermione graciously thanked the house elf for the items, and gave the elf a chocolate frog from the bedside table. At first the elf refused, but after persisting the elf accepted the small token of gratitude.
"A chocolate frog? For me?" the shy elf said," M'name's Winkling. I hate to bring this message after you've given me such kindness, but if I don't I might have to swim with the pet piranhas again. Mr. Malfoy demands your presence at the dining room table, now follow me, Mistress, after I get you changed."
Hermione followed Winkling down the hall, noting all the Dark Artifacts hanging on the walls. She emerged into the vividly lighted dining room.
"Ms. Malfoy," Draco drawled. "I am going to tell you right –"
"MS. MALFOY?! EXCUSE ME, FIRST YOU CAPTURE ME, THEN YOU RAPE ME, AND NOW YOU CALL ME BY THAT HORRID NAME, I DON'T THINK SO!!! So you keep your ASS AWAY FROM ME!!" Hermione panted, her chest once again heaving. Her clothes barely covering her essentials were her only protection against Draco.
"You're even sexier when you're mad, and I didn't think that was possible," Draco mused," now I want obedience you bitch. If you don't obey you pay, in other words, you love me, or you get hurt... physically." At this he raised an eyebrow as if expecting her to come over and start making out with him on the floor or something. She was suddenly pushed from behind and she tripped over a maple, hand-carved, serpent-shaped chair leg. She found herself in Draco's lap with him softly stroking her long, locked, chestnut hair; his other hand was slithering up her leg. To keep her mind off his other hand he crooned,
"When did your hair grow out so much? It's so silky... so sexy." The last part came out as a whisper, and Hermione found his gray eyes piercing into her mud puddle eyes. He gently shifted Hermione into the crook of his arm. She found she couldn't release herself from his grasp.
"It grew out while you were being an asshole," hissed Hermione. She suddenly leaned up against Draco, right next to his neck. Tears were streaming down her face as if she was dying. Draco brought his hand up from its slithering actions and wiped her river of tears away tenderly.
"Why do you cry so?" said Malfoy, "I hate to see you in pain."
"I cry because I thought of something so painful." said Hermione. There was a long cold silence. Then Hermione finally admitted," I love you."
.....
All she remembered was a slight pinch on her arm and the warmth radiating from Draco. She found herself back in her room with her hangings drawn tight, as not to let a bit of light peek in on her sleeping figure. She rose lightly and pushed the hangings back with a bit of a yawn. She recoiled slightly as two, hazel orbs glided toward her. The large spheres looked to the floor in shame.
"M-m-mistress, I'm s-so sorry to have startled you." said Winkling. Hermione saw the pained face of the tiny elf and knew that Winkling had pushed her in the dining room.
"Here are your clothes for tonight," she said, almost sincerely," I picked them out m'self!" A blood-red, sparkling dress was presented with high, black-topped shoes. Once changed, Winkling curled Hermione's hair so it bounced as she walked.
"May I ask the occasion?" inquired Hermione.
"Oh! I forgot to tell Mistress didn't I? Master Malfoy said something about going out to the club!" cried Winkling. Hermione's blush-caked cheeks paled. She felt something slither down her back and whipped around to see Draco's intense gray eyes probing her ensemble. While doing so, he claimed one of Hermione's fresh curls and curled it around his finger. Her dress glittered and reflected off his eyes that had moved to probing her eyes for any stray thoughts or emotions. His arm circled the small of her back and pulled her hip to his. Only then did she feel a slight sting on her thigh. She yelped and Winkling scurried over worry creasing her face.
"Mistress!" she cried," what's wrong!"
"My thigh!" Hermione moaned. A trail of red traveled down her leg.
"Did I knick you?" Draco asked calmly. A glint of steel came from his hand.
"What the hell was that!!!" Hermione shrieked.
"Safety precaution," he stated seriously," I can't have you spilling our secret everywhere now, can I?" ...
"Time to go!" chimed Winkling, after cleaning Hermione up. This time Hermione felt the coldness of the blade press against her skin, but no wound came. Draco whispered something about an apology, but Hermione was focusing all of her thoughts on not getting sliced by the knife. Hermione tried to detatch herself from Draco, but he increased the pressure on her leg slightly and she stiffened, keeping close to Draco. Although she loved him, she found him quite stealthy and silent about his actions. It scared her to know that even though he was stealthy, there was a possibility that he could erupt at any moment with one wrong move. She found herself gliding along in an unfamiliar neighborhood and the darkness of night was penetrating the sunroof of Draco's limo. Draco's pale arm wrapped around her slim torso with ease, and he pulled her closer, and closer, and closer toward him, then with a wave of his hand, ordered the car to a stop. He helped Hermione gracefully exit the limo in her dazzling gown. They were at a dark, shady alley, near an old door with a sign. The sign warned ,"Keep Out! Private Property!" but Draco ignored it. Keeping Hermione as close as possible he swung the door open and they went inside. It was a sleazy joint, with a bar and neon lights. A jazz band was playing off to the side. They were the only customers. Draco pulled Hermione into a booth near the back. He called the bartender over and ordered two martinis on the rocks. He leaned over to Hermione and touched her on the arm," You alright?" He asked tenderly. "Just fine.l" she answered, touched by his kindness. She realized he was leaning closer and closer to hers. "Here's yer drinks!" the bartender roared, stopping the glasses right in between them. "Excellent." Draco replied tersely, rudely shoving the bartender away. Draco sipped his martini then raised his glass in a toast, Hermione did the same. "To us." Said Draco. "To us." Said Hermione in a whisper that was barely audible.
BUT THEN...
"What are you doing with her!?" screamed Harry as he burst through the door. His vivid green eyes zeroed in on Hermione and Draco in an instant. "Get- away- from –her." Harry said in a soft menacing voice. Draco waved his hand as if dismissing Harry, almost as if swatting an annoying little fly. "Oh... so... well.. um ...yea ...well," harry replied lamely," I CHALLENGE YOU TO A SHOTGLASS DUEL. Whoever downs the most wins." Draco accepted. Harry called the bartender over and told them what they needed. The bartender scurried away and came back with 2,000 shotglasses and a case of hard whiskey. Harry and Draco began as Hermione watched in horror. 100 glasses, 150, 200, 250, and at 300 they collapsed and could drink no more. "Well according to my book of official rules for shotglass dueling, this means the duel is a draw." The bartender stated gruffly, after thumbing through an ancient paperback book. After sometime, Draco got up and staggered to the door. "come on, lets go." He mumbled to Hermione, and they left until once again cruising the streets in his limo. . Harry got up from his place on the floor and sprinted out drunkly and tried to follow the limo.
The limo stopped at a fancy resteraunt where Draco and Hermione stepped out with ease. They had only sat down at a table for two when Harry burst through the door yet again. "Give her to me or I'll kill you!" he roared with his wand out. Draco slipped his out too. "Temper, temper potty." Crooned Draco. "Avada ke-"harry started, but never got that far for Hermione had thrown herself at Harry's feet. "NO!!!" she shrieked. "Take me if you will, but don't kill Draco!!" "What?" the boys cried in unison. "I said take me if you will but don't kill Draco," she said impatiently." Hermione! I knew you'd come around!! When I saw you with him well... you know!" Harry cried gleefully. "Shut up you!" roared Draco. "Hermione" he asked gently," is that where you'd rather be?" Sobs shook the once firm body of the young girl. Tears splattered on her sparkling dress that seemed to cry itself. "No..." she whispered, but harry wasn't paying attention to what she was saying; He was too busy covering Hermione's shoulders with his coat as if to shield her from Draco. He stepped protectively in front of her for she was his. She was his treasure and Draco could see that. Draco longed for one last touch, or kiss. He longed for her scent or her laugh that had brought him to see how much she really meant. No more candlelight dinners and NO MORE MARTINIS. Harry tried to console his weeping love to no avail. He swept the fainting Hermione into his arms. Even unconscious she whimpered. He gently laid Hermione down in the backseat of his awaiting car. He doubled back, rage flaming from his eyes. He strode right up to Draco and without warning punched him in the face. Draco fell to the ground writhing in pain. He convulsively twitched as blood spewed forth from his nostrils. Harry spat on the pained body of Hermione's beloved. From now on it was he wo she would love and touch. He who she would sleep side-by-side with. Never again would she have to worry about Scumball, who at the moment was lying on the floor unconscious. With a bounce in his step he hopped into his car and making sure Hermione was securely strapped in he sped off. The bartender stepped out from behind the bar and kicked Draco savagely muttering," Whose payin' fer me rug?"
Hermione sobbed and her chest heaved. Soon a house elf came in and told her sheepishly," Your clothes for the day ma'am." The grungy little creature lovingly held up a very, VERY, short skirt and a very, VERY, small strapless top. Hermione also saw and ivory handled brush, diamond encrusted hand-mirror, and a dragon skin hair tie with a jeweled dragon attached to the top. Hermione graciously thanked the house elf for the items, and gave the elf a chocolate frog from the bedside table. At first the elf refused, but after persisting the elf accepted the small token of gratitude.
"A chocolate frog? For me?" the shy elf said," M'name's Winkling. I hate to bring this message after you've given me such kindness, but if I don't I might have to swim with the pet piranhas again. Mr. Malfoy demands your presence at the dining room table, now follow me, Mistress, after I get you changed."
Hermione followed Winkling down the hall, noting all the Dark Artifacts hanging on the walls. She emerged into the vividly lighted dining room.
"Ms. Malfoy," Draco drawled. "I am going to tell you right –"
"MS. MALFOY?! EXCUSE ME, FIRST YOU CAPTURE ME, THEN YOU RAPE ME, AND NOW YOU CALL ME BY THAT HORRID NAME, I DON'T THINK SO!!! So you keep your ASS AWAY FROM ME!!" Hermione panted, her chest once again heaving. Her clothes barely covering her essentials were her only protection against Draco.
"You're even sexier when you're mad, and I didn't think that was possible," Draco mused," now I want obedience you bitch. If you don't obey you pay, in other words, you love me, or you get hurt... physically." At this he raised an eyebrow as if expecting her to come over and start making out with him on the floor or something. She was suddenly pushed from behind and she tripped over a maple, hand-carved, serpent-shaped chair leg. She found herself in Draco's lap with him softly stroking her long, locked, chestnut hair; his other hand was slithering up her leg. To keep her mind off his other hand he crooned,
"When did your hair grow out so much? It's so silky... so sexy." The last part came out as a whisper, and Hermione found his gray eyes piercing into her mud puddle eyes. He gently shifted Hermione into the crook of his arm. She found she couldn't release herself from his grasp.
"It grew out while you were being an asshole," hissed Hermione. She suddenly leaned up against Draco, right next to his neck. Tears were streaming down her face as if she was dying. Draco brought his hand up from its slithering actions and wiped her river of tears away tenderly.
"Why do you cry so?" said Malfoy, "I hate to see you in pain."
"I cry because I thought of something so painful." said Hermione. There was a long cold silence. Then Hermione finally admitted," I love you."
.....
All she remembered was a slight pinch on her arm and the warmth radiating from Draco. She found herself back in her room with her hangings drawn tight, as not to let a bit of light peek in on her sleeping figure. She rose lightly and pushed the hangings back with a bit of a yawn. She recoiled slightly as two, hazel orbs glided toward her. The large spheres looked to the floor in shame.
"M-m-mistress, I'm s-so sorry to have startled you." said Winkling. Hermione saw the pained face of the tiny elf and knew that Winkling had pushed her in the dining room.
"Here are your clothes for tonight," she said, almost sincerely," I picked them out m'self!" A blood-red, sparkling dress was presented with high, black-topped shoes. Once changed, Winkling curled Hermione's hair so it bounced as she walked.
"May I ask the occasion?" inquired Hermione.
"Oh! I forgot to tell Mistress didn't I? Master Malfoy said something about going out to the club!" cried Winkling. Hermione's blush-caked cheeks paled. She felt something slither down her back and whipped around to see Draco's intense gray eyes probing her ensemble. While doing so, he claimed one of Hermione's fresh curls and curled it around his finger. Her dress glittered and reflected off his eyes that had moved to probing her eyes for any stray thoughts or emotions. His arm circled the small of her back and pulled her hip to his. Only then did she feel a slight sting on her thigh. She yelped and Winkling scurried over worry creasing her face.
"Mistress!" she cried," what's wrong!"
"My thigh!" Hermione moaned. A trail of red traveled down her leg.
"Did I knick you?" Draco asked calmly. A glint of steel came from his hand.
"What the hell was that!!!" Hermione shrieked.
"Safety precaution," he stated seriously," I can't have you spilling our secret everywhere now, can I?" ...
"Time to go!" chimed Winkling, after cleaning Hermione up. This time Hermione felt the coldness of the blade press against her skin, but no wound came. Draco whispered something about an apology, but Hermione was focusing all of her thoughts on not getting sliced by the knife. Hermione tried to detatch herself from Draco, but he increased the pressure on her leg slightly and she stiffened, keeping close to Draco. Although she loved him, she found him quite stealthy and silent about his actions. It scared her to know that even though he was stealthy, there was a possibility that he could erupt at any moment with one wrong move. She found herself gliding along in an unfamiliar neighborhood and the darkness of night was penetrating the sunroof of Draco's limo. Draco's pale arm wrapped around her slim torso with ease, and he pulled her closer, and closer, and closer toward him, then with a wave of his hand, ordered the car to a stop. He helped Hermione gracefully exit the limo in her dazzling gown. They were at a dark, shady alley, near an old door with a sign. The sign warned ,"Keep Out! Private Property!" but Draco ignored it. Keeping Hermione as close as possible he swung the door open and they went inside. It was a sleazy joint, with a bar and neon lights. A jazz band was playing off to the side. They were the only customers. Draco pulled Hermione into a booth near the back. He called the bartender over and ordered two martinis on the rocks. He leaned over to Hermione and touched her on the arm," You alright?" He asked tenderly. "Just fine.l" she answered, touched by his kindness. She realized he was leaning closer and closer to hers. "Here's yer drinks!" the bartender roared, stopping the glasses right in between them. "Excellent." Draco replied tersely, rudely shoving the bartender away. Draco sipped his martini then raised his glass in a toast, Hermione did the same. "To us." Said Draco. "To us." Said Hermione in a whisper that was barely audible.
BUT THEN...
"What are you doing with her!?" screamed Harry as he burst through the door. His vivid green eyes zeroed in on Hermione and Draco in an instant. "Get- away- from –her." Harry said in a soft menacing voice. Draco waved his hand as if dismissing Harry, almost as if swatting an annoying little fly. "Oh... so... well.. um ...yea ...well," harry replied lamely," I CHALLENGE YOU TO A SHOTGLASS DUEL. Whoever downs the most wins." Draco accepted. Harry called the bartender over and told them what they needed. The bartender scurried away and came back with 2,000 shotglasses and a case of hard whiskey. Harry and Draco began as Hermione watched in horror. 100 glasses, 150, 200, 250, and at 300 they collapsed and could drink no more. "Well according to my book of official rules for shotglass dueling, this means the duel is a draw." The bartender stated gruffly, after thumbing through an ancient paperback book. After sometime, Draco got up and staggered to the door. "come on, lets go." He mumbled to Hermione, and they left until once again cruising the streets in his limo. . Harry got up from his place on the floor and sprinted out drunkly and tried to follow the limo.
The limo stopped at a fancy resteraunt where Draco and Hermione stepped out with ease. They had only sat down at a table for two when Harry burst through the door yet again. "Give her to me or I'll kill you!" he roared with his wand out. Draco slipped his out too. "Temper, temper potty." Crooned Draco. "Avada ke-"harry started, but never got that far for Hermione had thrown herself at Harry's feet. "NO!!!" she shrieked. "Take me if you will, but don't kill Draco!!" "What?" the boys cried in unison. "I said take me if you will but don't kill Draco," she said impatiently." Hermione! I knew you'd come around!! When I saw you with him well... you know!" Harry cried gleefully. "Shut up you!" roared Draco. "Hermione" he asked gently," is that where you'd rather be?" Sobs shook the once firm body of the young girl. Tears splattered on her sparkling dress that seemed to cry itself. "No..." she whispered, but harry wasn't paying attention to what she was saying; He was too busy covering Hermione's shoulders with his coat as if to shield her from Draco. He stepped protectively in front of her for she was his. She was his treasure and Draco could see that. Draco longed for one last touch, or kiss. He longed for her scent or her laugh that had brought him to see how much she really meant. No more candlelight dinners and NO MORE MARTINIS. Harry tried to console his weeping love to no avail. He swept the fainting Hermione into his arms. Even unconscious she whimpered. He gently laid Hermione down in the backseat of his awaiting car. He doubled back, rage flaming from his eyes. He strode right up to Draco and without warning punched him in the face. Draco fell to the ground writhing in pain. He convulsively twitched as blood spewed forth from his nostrils. Harry spat on the pained body of Hermione's beloved. From now on it was he wo she would love and touch. He who she would sleep side-by-side with. Never again would she have to worry about Scumball, who at the moment was lying on the floor unconscious. With a bounce in his step he hopped into his car and making sure Hermione was securely strapped in he sped off. The bartender stepped out from behind the bar and kicked Draco savagely muttering," Whose payin' fer me rug?"