Disclaimer: I own nothing, just the situations. This fic will be dark and will have sexual situations. IF I write something objectionable let me know and I will remove it. Give me a chance before reporting me :). I am new to the community so I don't really know where the boundaries are...this is not I know but hey, it is labeled MATURE :()
Who We Used To Be...
Hermione opened her eyes but she wasn't sure if she was awake. The room around her was not familiar. It was fairly dark, the only light came from a fireplace at the other end of the room. The bed had a canopy, it reminded her of Hogwarts. But this king size bed with countless pillows and cold silky sheets were not Hogwarts staples. Hermione began to worry about how calm she felt. She had been drugged, she was disoriented and numb.
"10 points for Griffyndor if you can guess what spell that was" a voice rang out in the room.
She glanced at the chair by the window. It was Malfoy's voice, she had recognized it immediately.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot" he stood up. "There is no more Griffyndor" he shrugged casually. "As a matter of fact, there is no Hogwarts"
He walked over towards her bed. She tried to move, she tried to sit up. Laying like this, put her in a far too vulnerable position.
"You're going nowhere, mud blood" he told her as he circled the bed, watching her like prey. His blond hair reflected by the fire at the corner of the room.
She cried out in frustration, the spell must have been wearing off because she could feel again, fear, panic, and hate. The memories came back suddenly.
She had been trapped in the Slytherin dungeon. Someone had just killed Professor Snape. A crumbling column had knocked her to the ground, her leg trapped under heavy stone.
She reached for her wand, a few feet from where she had fallen, but stopped when she saw a pair of shoes step on it, breaking it in half.
"You won't be needing that anymore, Granger"
"Malfoy?" she looked up as he removed his mask.
"Didn't really think I would to it, did you?" he asked. "Perhaps deep down inside I wasn't really such a bad guy? I'm glad to disappoint you"
"You don't disappoint me, Malfoy, you're nothing to me. Go ahead and cast your curse" she dared, feeling the pain of her trapped leg. "I should have killed you when I had the chance"
"But you kept expecting me to see the correct and righteous path" he mocked. "Your friends have been defeated" he took pleasure in announcing.
She felt her stomach tighten. Something a kin to a sob echoed in the now silent common room. Quickly, she stifled her emotions, he was not going to get the pleasure of seeing her pain.
"We won. The light side has been destroyed" he knelt in front of her. "They're all dead and you're all that's left"
If they were gone then she would rather join them. He leaned closer.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked feeling the warmth of his body.
"Just savoring this glorious moment" he inhaled her scent. He grabbed a handful of her hair and she cried out. Waiting, waiting for death was the worse part. Would he torture her to death? How had Harry and Ron…?
"Do it!" she shouted pulling away. There were tears in her eyes. "Why are you doing this!" Why was he torturing her by prolonging this?
"You were kind to me once, Granger" he told her with a hint of a smile.
Hermione had not expected this. She racked her brain for a moment in her life when she had been kind to Malfoy. He aimed his wand at her and everything had gone dark.
"Good evening, welcome to the new world" he smiled. "A world where Harry Potter has been defeated" he got on the bed, next to her, almost on her now, one harm at each side, supporting his body above her, his cold gray eyes meeting hers.
Hermione's face contorted in pain at the returning reality. "Harry" she sobbed and turned her face away from him. "Ronald"
She felt his hand on her body, trailing from her hips to his chest. She pushed away weakly.
"A world where there is no resistance left against the Dark Lord. A world where purebloods have taken their rightful place, where I am the Lord's first in command and where I have the thing Potter cherished the most as my new…" he leaned down and kissed her neck. "favorite" he traced her chin with his lips. "toy" he breathed into her ear.
She shoved him away with all her strength.
"No!" she cried out, her face wet from crying. "No!"
This couldn't be happening, it had to be a nightmare. As he pinned her arms to the bed, his body above her, she knew this was not really happening.
"Can't accept that your friends are dead?" he asked. "I was there myself" he told her cruelly with a smile. His fingers traced her thigh, gently lifting her gown slightly higher.
"Get off me! You disgusting beast" she roared, but all she could picture was Harry and Ron. All she could think about was seeing them again. The pain was overwhelming, it did not leave any room for anger and hate, she could not find enough strength to fight Malfoy. She had no strength left because she had nothing to fight for if they were gone.
"You are mine to do as I please, mud blood" he growled gripped her face forcefully to make her look into his eyes. "I will take everything you have until you're nothing but an empty slave. I will make you crave and need me. You will love me and fear me at the same time"
"I would never love you, Malfoy and you have made a grave mistake, if I have nothing to lose well then I have nothing to fear" she hissed. "You can go ahead and kill me now"
He smiled pinning her arms back above her head with one hand. He pulled his wand out with his free hand and pointed it at her face.
"Go ahead" she stared defiantly, her whole body shivering. "I have nothing left to lose"
"No?" he half smiled, his eyebrow cocked. "Demostra Experenzia" he chanted.
He was inside her dormitory. Draco watched as she packed, it their last week as Hogwarts students. Her long lean legs paced back and forth from the dresser to the trunk by her desk. She wore small gray shorts and a white tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. He waited, patiently, wondering what it was about this memory that made it so strong in her life. There was a soft knock.
"Harry" she announced sounding surprised to see him.
"You didn't make it to dinner" he stated flatly as she walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
"I've…" she sighed and pointed at her trunk. "I don't know why I felt the need to…" focus on such a mundane detail when the war is upon us.
Potter was watching her, his eyes burning into her body, but she hadn't noticed. Could Granger not have ever noticed the way Potter cried out for her with his eyes? Malfoy smiled at the image. She was not looking at Potter, there was something that would not let her face him.
"I guess I want to put things in order…" she tried to continue but things weren't making sense, things felt odd.
"Hermione" he breathed and slammed his mouth against hers. She stumbled backwards crashing against the door, his body against hers. She had been caught off guard. Her body tensed at first, but then she pulled him into her, deepening the kiss. His hands caressing her body as he drowned himself in her after denying the touch for so long.
"Harry, Ronald" she pushed away. "I…I…"
He pressed his forehead against hers as he spoke. Their lips were still close, almost as if they were sharing their breath. His eyes were shut tight, finding the situation much too painful.
"I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but I do know I'm going to face
Voldemort and I know one of us is going to die…"
"Harry, don't" she touched his face.
"I don't mind knowing that…but I can't go tomorrow, Mione, with this regret in my heart" he finished.
His gaze dared to meet hers. Her heart collapsed. She had seen those green eyes suffer through so much. Through the past 6 years she had tried to do what she could to protect him in anyway. She had sworn to herself that someday she would be able to shield him from pain and bring joy into his life. It seemed, however, that things had only grown increasingly worse. The life of the Boy Who Lived was really that of the Boy Who Was Cursed.
His green eyes now looked tired and hopeless, different form the eyes she had encountered on the train to Hogwarts so long ago-even then, he had already suffered more than any child should. Just 6 months ago they had lost their glow, when she and Ron had announced they were a couple. Hermione could feel it, she could feel the pain that came from him but she had been too afraid to ask. She was afraid because she knew what was wrong, deep down inside.
"Oh Harry" she kissed him and pulled him into her.
Malfoy watched the embrace and smirked. He knew that Ronald Weasley had taken Harry's last breath of hope at love. A true, loyal and dutiful friend he had kept his feelings and pain to himself, even though it was killing him inside. Now, on the eve of the biggest battle of their lives Potter had broken down and was here trying to shag his best friend's fiancee.
Weasley had proposed to Granger that morning in the Great Hall. Everyone had cheered and Harry had congratulated Ron who asked him to be his best-man, of course. The kick to Harry's gut had been fun to watch when Granger had breathed a tearful yes.
She pushed Potter back. He looked at her through dazed eyes. It was madness, it was euphoria to have her, to touch her. Malfoy held his breath in anticipation as she pulled her shirt over her head. He remembered to swallow as his eyes caught full sight of her body. Harry dropped to his knees in front of her. Worshipping, but not daring to touch. They were going to cheat on the one person they both loved the most. For Potter, Ronald was more than a brother, he was his family. For Granger, he was more than a lover, he was her future.
Her frame was slim, not curvaceous. Her nipples were light brown, her breasts perfectly proportioned for her frame. They curved gently over a tight, flat stomach a long lean torso and small hips that were barely covered by her unbuttoned shorts. Potter was taking the image in. He went back to her and kissed her stomach while his hand caressed her breasts. She arched back against the wall. Her face was towards the ceiling, her eyes shut tightly and her lips pursed in pleasure as her fingers entangled themselves in Potter's messy black hair.
She felt herself shake, her body trembled. Looking up at Harry something felt wrong. He smiled at her, kindly. A sudden movement caught her attention, glancing to look to her left the room changed and she was back on the bed with Malfoy on her.
She pushed him back, violently.
"What did you do?" she demanded. "You were in my mind"
He laughed and sat up watching her. "You are a very passionate kisser, mud blood" he winked at her. "Liked the way you were rubbing up against me"
"You bastard, go ahead, rape me" she shouted.
"I have no intention of overcoming you physically. We both already know I am physically stronger than you. Mentally, however, the great Hermione Granger, the model mud blood" he sneered. "No, I want to overpower you there, I want to prove to you that my mind is superior than yours"
"You are nothing but a spoiled coward" she spat.
"I can enter your memories, your thoughts. I can make you reply truthfully to anything I ask" he told her.
"What kind of spell would…"
"There is no limit to what spells I can use now. Those unforgivable, the lost ones, the secret ones…they are mine to play with" he told her.
She watched him, her heart racing.
"So did you love him?" he asked suddenly.
"yes" she replied just as quickly.
Like a child she covered her mouth, surprised by her own response. She hadn't even been able to think about it, it had just come out, it had rolled off her tongue. It was worse than the veritaserum.
"What a predicament you found yourself in" he mocked. "So why weren't you with Potter?"
"I didn't feel good enough for him" she gasped and tried to get herself out of the bed, to run, to flee. She had never known this, it was something only her subconscious had known.
He grabbed her arms, and pulled her back laughing.
"Not done with you, Granger" he tossed her back in the bed.
"You will pay for this someday Malfoy" she growled through tears.
"I don't see who is going to make me" he smiled.