Stoneblood
I didn't feel good about hitting her. Truth is, I didn't really know what else to do. This was probably my only chance to get her away from the Weasley's. I grab one of the crappy brooms off the wall and position Hermione on it in front of me. Her limp body leans back into my chest and I can smell her hair. I wrap one arm around her waist tightly and kick open the woodshed door. I'm zooming through the air before Ron, Fred or George can see anything. As the wind whips through my hair I can hear Hermione moan slightly as she sags to one side. I tighten my grip on her. I don't know what I'd do if she fell… My mind is racing, I heard everything that happened in the livingroom between her and Ron. He doesn't deserve her. How can she fall for a guy like that when she's got me right here?
"I'm yours, Hermione." I whisper in her ear, nuzzling against her cheek slightly. I shake my head sadly then begin surveying the landscape for a decent place to stay the night. I spot a small stone building set apart from all the other surrounding muggle homes. It's dark, with no visable signs of life. I angle the broom downwards. The landing is difficult what with Hermione hanging loosely from my arms and trying to stear with only one hand, but we make it ok. I hoist her up over my shoulder and trek towards the door. The building is small and cold looking, the stones are grey and barely stand out against the shadowy trees in the background. The door is made of dark wood with one small wrought iron handle. I yank on it with me free hand but nothing happens. It's stuck. I yank again and it pulls free with a loud creak. Noone has been here for quite some time. The one room is dark and boards cover the windows. The only furniture is a small table, chair, desk and a bed. I lay Hermione down on the bed and look towards what must pass for a kitchen. There are two small cabinets with glasses and a very old bottle of wine. The cups and bottle are covered in dust. I pop the cork and take a small gulp of the wine, not bad. I wipe out two of the cups with the bottom of my cloak and pour some in.
A moan echoes across the room and I look over at the unconcious angel, lying on the bed. She's wearing a soft blue blouse and pleated grey skirt. It makes me ache… I reach into my pocket and take out the small, clear vial of bluish, cloudy liquid. I consider once more and then pour it into one of the glasses. The cup is dark so it's hard to tell which one has the potion and which has the wine. I take both over and set them on the desk by the bed, pulling up the chair. I just sit there for awhile, watching her sleep. She looks so beautiful with her hair spread around her like a halo. I kneel on the bed next to her and brush a piece from her face letting my fingers rest on her soft cheek. I lean over her slowly until I can feel her warm breath. I brush my lips against hers. Then I press my mouth against hers, she moans slightly and stirs. I let my tongue slip past her lips and then she's kissing me back. The kiss is passionate as she wraps her arms around my neck opening her mouth to let me in. Then her eyes open slowly and she gasps and lets go, quickly pushing me backwards, off the bed. I fall onto the floor with a loud creak and a thud.
"Hey!" I yell more out of embarrassment than pain. "What did you do that for?"
"You kissed me!" She its up rigidly and glares at me on the floor.
"Well, you were kissing me too!" I counter and she seems to pause.
"Well I didn't mean to! I thought you were…" She stops short. "I thought you were someone else." She finishes lamely. I know exactly who she thought I was. I stand up quickly, gritting my teeth.
"Sorry… I just thought…" She gives me a pitying look. I snarl at her slowly but she doesn't notice. She instead turns to the desk beside the bed and nods at the two glasses sitting atop it.
"Is one of those for me?" She asks, trying to change the subject. She reahces for my glass of wine and quickly I hear my fathers voice run through my head: "…render the drinker completely unable to move… fufill your desires then leave the halfblood… don't disappoint me again." This last memory sends a shiver down my spine.
"No!" I shout quickly and Hermione looks at me with surprise. "I mean… that's my cup." She looks at me quizzically. "Wouldn't want you to get my cooties." I finish coldly and take my cup out of her reach. She takes the other one instead and takes a long sip.
"Mmmm… this is really good. What is it?" I shrug and she takes another sip.
"I found it in that cabinet." She takes another long sip and then seems to realize that we are no longer in the Weasley's little shack. Her eyes dart around frantically for a moment then settle on me as if her mind suddenly came rushing back to her.
"I was looking for you… in the woodshed… You hit me!" I smirk and avoid her gaze.
"I thought you were Fred or George." I state simply.
"Draco… where are we? Why did you bring me here…?" She blinks several times and shakes her head.
"Everything alright, Hermione?" I ask with fake concern. She nods and starts to ask her question again but her fingers spasm suddenly and her glass falls to the floor with a crash. Only a small drop dribbles out. Her eyes are wide as she looks around the room as though everything is out of focus. I wave my hand in front of her eyes and lean in slowly.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask again, a small smile creeping across my lips.
"Draco…" She gasps. "What did you… what have you… done?" She can barely get the words out her lips seem stiff. "I can't move my… my arm is… Draco!" She looks at me pleadingly and I stand up slowly, towering over her. Her head falls back against the pillow, she's facing the ceiling but her eyes are moving around the room.
"You never should have done that Hermione. Don't you know better than to except a drink from a perfect stranger?" Her eyes stare at me, they are mirrored with fear. "We could have done this the good old fashion way. I know you want me. Don't pretend you don't. Weasley is just the more acceptable choice isn't he? You only like him because he is accepted in your group of friends." I lean over her and look deep into her eyes as I speak. "You think you can just lead me on and then run off with someone else! I thought you weren't like that, huh? Didn't know you were a dirty slut just like the rest of them! Who do you think you are! I'll show you "spoiled"! I can get whatever I want!" She blacks out.
