Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love?
..The Dream..
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(In the dream)
"Killing her didn't help!" Draco wined to his father.
"Then go kill the other girl," Mr. Malfoy told his son.
"Where is she?" Draco asked, excitement in his voice, a grand smile on his perfect lips.
"Down in the dungeon."
Draco smirked at his father and turned around and quickly went to the stairs. Taking two at a time, Draco got down to the dungeons and turned to the right. He open the first door and stepped in.
"Draco?" called a soft voice. Draco turned and looked hard at the dark corner. The girl stood up and walked towards him. "Help me, please," she begged.
"Hermione?" Draco asked, his evil cocky grin gone.
"Draco, please! They're going to kill me!"
"Oh no, my dear. I'm going to kill you."
Draco could see the Hermione was frightened. "Draco, please. You can't kill me. You love me!"
"I what?" Draco asked, his smile back. "Since when? You're just a whore." Draco looked at her scared face then down her body. She was wearing one of the white hogwarts school shirts. It looked really big on her. It hung down to her mid thigh and the top of the shirt was undone, showing her cleavage. That was because it was his shirt. 'Why on earth did she have it? The little skank took it from me!' his eyes traveled down. 'Nice legs, really nice legs. Oh and that-'
"Draco?" Hermione whispered. "Please, don't do this!"
"I ain't doin' nothing, you whore."
Hermione shook her head. He was going to kill her. She knew that. Maybe if she could just talk him out of it.
Draco walked up to her and she backed away. She backed up until she hit the wall. Draco walked right up to her and looked down at her frightened face. He smiled and leaned down, his face near her own.
"C'mon, babe, I'm a busy man and I ain't got no time for this."
He always talked like that when he was really pissed or really drunk. He talked like he didn't have a care in the world and would say ain't, got no, and would use that sexy drawl.
He pushed his body into her and heard the intake of her breath.
"Let's get started."
"Draco, don't!" Hermione whimpered in panic.
"Don't, what?"
"You're going to kill it," she whispered.
"It? What you're soul?" Draco asked with an evil laugh. "Oh no, I killed you're soul!" Draco mocked.
"No, you're son."
Draco stopped and looked down at her. "What son?" Draco spat. "I ain't got no son."
"You do now. Why do you think I had to go to the doctors? You never even bothered to wonder."
"What?" Draco asked, taking a step back.
"Draco, don't you remember me?"
"You're . . ." he really didn't know.
"You're wife."
"My what? I ain't got no wife!"
"Yes Draco, you have a son and a wife. Now what are you going to do, Draco? Kill us? Two gone from the messed up life of yours. You should have never gotten involved with your father."
"My father ain't got nothin' do with this," Draco told her.
"You were so involved with him to even realize that I was gone most of the time. I had to stay away from you. When you weren't under his spell you a good person now you go around killing people.
Draco looked at her, fear in his eyes.
"You'll remember. You were so happy when you found out about the child. Please remember that, Draco. I'm begging you!"
Then it hit him hard like a softball to the gut. He remembered.
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He walked in the door and seen Hermione by the stove. For the past two days she was really quiet and doing everything that needed to be done. She cleaned daily and had breakfast ready in the morning and supper ready when he got home.
"Hey there," he greeted, his heart swelling with joy. "I got something for you," he told her. He took the small box out of his suit and looked down at it. The box was about seven inches long and one in depth. Inside was a beautiful, sparkling necklace. He smiled, knowing she's going to smile that beautiful smile of hers and thank him for the next two weeks.
"Oh?" Hermione asked as she turned around.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
Hermione tried to smile but failed. "Nothing, I'm fine. I just didn't get much sleep last night."
"I know. You tossed and turned all night. Here, sit down. Got off your feet for a little while." Draco led her to a chair and she sat down. He handed her the tiny velvet box. She held the box as if it would break, her hands shaking.
"Aren't you going to open it?" he asked as he squatted down in front of her.
Hermione swallowed then opened the box. She gasped and looked up at Draco. He waited for that smile but it didn't come.
"Hermione, baby, what's wrong?"
"I don't deserve this," Hermione whispered.
"Of course you do. Why wouldn't you? You deserve to be loved." She didn't say anything as a tear made it's way down her cheek. "Hermione, what's wrong? Please, it hurts me to see you like this!"
"I'm sorry, so sorry," she murmured.
"Sorry? What are you sorry about?"
She cried softly and Draco grabbed her hand. She pulled away and Draco franticly thought of what to do. She looked up at him and whispered, "I'm so sorry but I'm pregnant."
"What?" Draco asked. "You're pregnant?"
Hermione leaped out of the chair and made a mad dash for the stairs. Draco quickly got up and ran after her.
At the top of the stairs, he grasped her wrist and held on tight.
"Please, just let go," Hermione begged.
Draco pushed her gently against the wall. He pined her wrists against the wall above her head.
"Is the kid mine?" Draco asked. Hermione nodded her head and looked at the ground, her gaze down. Draco let go of her one wrist and lifted her chin up with his forefinger. "Then what's wrong?"
"You don't even want a kid! I'm so sorry, I never meant to get pregnant. I don't want you mad at me!"
"Mad at you? Why in the world would I be mad at you? If the child is mine and yours then I want this kid! Hermione, I'm glad that we're going to have a child! I want this baby!" he told her.
Hermione looked up and sniffed. "You aren't mad?" she asked.
"Hell, no! I'm so happy, there're no words to say. I love you, Hermione. Remember that." He let go of her other wrist that was at her side now and cupped her face with both hands.
He bent his head and kissed her soft and deep. His one hand left her face and traveled down. It stopped at her abdomen. 'My kid.' he thought. Joy filled his whole body and he himself felt like crying. He leaned back and looked into the face of the woman he loved. He was going to be good to her. He was going to love her and wont hold a thing back. She was his life and he would do anything for her.
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"Oh, my god!" Draco looked at Hermione. He had tears in his eyes. "I can't do this! What was I thinking?" he asked to himself.
"You loved me Draco."
Draco just stared at her, his lip quivering.
"Draco, please don't kill me. I'm begging you." Her eyes were filled with tears and she walked over to him.
"I can't help you," Draco whispered.
"But you must!" Hermione insisted. "I can't stay here! They're going to kill me! I can see already that you can come back. You're stuck in this world. You've become a monster."
Draco shook his head franticly. "No! No, I'm not!"
"Normal men don't kill woman, Draco. I heard her screams, her cries, Draco. You enjoyed it."
Draco was breathing heavily.
"I just want out, Draco. Then you can keep on killing people. Please, Draco. You can't kill this child."
"My child," Draco whispered.
"Yes, your child."
"I wanted the child." Hermione nodded and smiled sadly as a single tear rolled down her soft, pale cheek. "I still want that child, Hermione. You can bring me back."
Hermione shook her head. "I can't. Draco, you will become like this again. And I can't have my baby see you like that."
"I wont! My father had put me under a spell! Please, help me. Help me and I can help you. I don't want to kill anymore!"
"Draco, I don't know ho-"
Draco grasped her cold and shaking hands. "You do know how. You were my life, Hermione. You know me. You know my soul!"
Hermione tried to pull away from him. "Draco, I can't!"
"Please, Hermione, just try. I don't want to be a killer anymore! My life's coming back because you're here. I love you, Hermione. You and I both know that."
Hermione looked up into his eyes. She slowly stood on her tip toes and lightly kissed his lips. Hers trembled against his and then he knew he wanted to be in her life. He was no killer.
Draco pulled her body into his. He leaned his forehead against hers and whispered, "I'm so sorry."
"I forgive you. But, Draco. We need to get out of here."
Draco nodded and took a deep breath. "I need you to scream. Just yell until your throat hurts, okay?" There was question in her eyes but she nodded.
Hermione took in a deep breath and back up from him. With all the air she had, she let it out in a high pitch scream. If you were upstairs you would think that she was dying in pain.
That was the point. Hermione got that now. After a few more seconds Hermione's voice died down and the dungeons was so quiet that you could hear the water running through the walls.
"Okay," Draco whispered. He opened the door and walked out, his hand holding her very small one. "I'm going to go upstairs and you're going to stay put at the top. I'll come and get you as soon as I can." he walked up the stairs, Hermione right behind him. At the top he stopped and let go of her hand.
Draco looked out the door and then back at her. She opened her mouth to talk but Draco took her by surprise and swallowed her words with his mouth. She took in a startled breath then relaxed against his body. He leaned her back against the wall and her arms went around his neck. His hand on the back of her neck was warm and strong. He was rubbing her neck this his long, strong fingers.
Then just as fast as it happened, it stopped. Draco pulled away and looked her in the eye.
"We will get out of this." Draco told her firmly. "Stay put until I come for you. You understand?" Hermione nodded and saw the look of desire in his eyes.
"I love you," he whispered and without another words, he turned at left her.
"Was she better, my son?" Mr. Malfoy asked.
"Yes, father. I enjoyed her," he smiled a cocky smile and told his father he wanted to catch a girl for him.
"There's no need for that," Mr. Malfoy laughed. "We will go looking tomorrow. Now why don't you get some sleep. I'll go and take care of the bodies."
"Let me do it, Father. You're getting older and I need to take care of my own killings."
Mr. Malfoy nodded his good night and turned to leave.
"Draco?" Mr. Malfoy asked. "That girl sure screamed. What did you do?"
Draco didn't miss a beat. "Everything you'd do, Father. Good night." he left Draco and so he turned for the stairs.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
"I'm here," Hermione whispered, stepping out of the dark. Draco grabbed her hand and brought her up another flight of stairs and to a garden door. He opened the door and helped her out the door. He pulled her among trees as he trotted down the path.
"Going somewhere?" came a cold voice. Mr. Malfoy appeared in thin air right in front of them.
Draco grabbed Hermione hand, noticing her hand were freezing.
"Yes."
"I'm very disappointed in you, Draco," he said, his voice louder now. "Now you must pay the price."
From behind Hermione, a man in a hood grabbed her arm. He twisted them behind her back and she winced in pain. She wasn't going to cry out so the man pulled her back against him, his hands releasing her arms only to go to her breasts.
Hermione closed her eyes and prayed for Draco to do something.
"Father, let her go. It's me you want. Please, just let her go!"
"No. You and the bitch must die! But my men want their fun first. Never knew you owned her, Draco. As I understand you impregnated her?"
"Don't you dare hurt her!" Draco warned his father.
"Or what, boy? You going to stop me?" he smirked at his son.
"I'll kill you before you touch her!"
His father look at him and stepped towards Hermione. Hermione was squirming again the big man. His hand were inside the big shirt now. Hermione didn't say anything but she was begging Draco for help with her eyes.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll get you safe and away from here. I promise I will." Draco's heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. He knew Hermione, his baby were going to die and he could do nothing about it. His eyes filled with tears but he held them back, his face set in determination. He was not going to have her die.
"No, you wont. You aren't going anywhere. The only place you're going is to hell."
"After you." Draco charged at his father and Mr. Malfoy took out his wand.
"Good bye my son." and then came those words. Avada Kedavra. Draco fell in a heap and Hermione leaped for him. She scream a "no" and watched as he hit the ground. She fell near his body and looked down at him.
"I love you!" she started to cry. Hatred for this boys father boiled up in her.
"Good bye, Hermione." She creamed as the words came out of his mouth for the second time.
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"Hermione?" Draco shook her awake. "Wake up, baby. You had a bad dream."
Hermione sat up in bed. Her heart was pounding and her throat was sore. Draco got out of the bed and got her a glass of water. He knelt in front of her as she drank the water.
"You okay?" Draco asked. She nodded and looked down at him. "What happened? Did you see something?"
"He killed you. Your father. You were killing people and you wanted somebody else to kill. I was there, down in the dungeons and you came. I helped you understand that you loved me. I told you that I was going to have you're child and you remember that you were so happy when I told you. Then you're father killed you and me when he found out that you were trying to get me out."
"Don't worry, baby, I'm not going to die and you're going to live a long and healthy life."
"Promise?"
Draco nodded. "I promise. Now lay down and let's go back to sleep. He walked around to the other side and slid into bed. Draco pulled the covers over them both and Hermione cuddled into his body and he held her close.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
Draco smiled and kissed the top of her head.
And the fell asleep again this time they both fell into a happy and peaceful dream.
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Sorry this took so long. I got grounded off the computer again. Please tell me what you thought. Any suggesting you have I will take into consideration.
Thanks…
Chebetta.