A Silent Wish
Tag, You're It
Hermione lay in her bed reading a Muggle mystery book with her rimless glasses and only a bedside candle that lit the room only hours after she had gotten back from dinner with her friends. She was in the middle of the part in the book that explained who the murderer was and what his motives were when the candle blew out.
"Ahh!" she screamed out of surprise. She breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at her silly fear; deep down though, she silently stayed on guard.
As she felt around her bedside table for the matches she kept, a hand laid on her's. She gasped slightly, but quickly relaxed. "Derek?" she asked cheerfully. He didn't answer and she felt the bed shift as he got on the bed. He lay on top of her as he gave her a kiss on the lips. She gladly kissed him back and smiled to herself as he moved from her lips down her cheek to her jaw line.
"Derek, a little ancy are we?" Hermione asked with a giggle as he moved to her ear. He kissed her ear a few times before he slowly blew into it. She shivered at his touch and took a shakey breath. After he ravished her ear, he moved down her jaw line again, proceeded to her neck, and entangled his right hand in her hair. He licked, kissed and sucked on her neck until she escaped a small moan. It was all he needed to motivate him forward. He moved his hand in her hair down her face, neck, shoulders, chest and ending at her waist where he kept it…for now. She leaned her body toward his touch as he did this and as he moved it near her hip where he snaked his hand under her shirt.
"Derek," she whipered closing her eyes and swallowing at the new sensation. He continued to move his hand up her shirt; over her hip, abs, and finally to her breasts. She gasped a little too loudly as he rubbed her slowly and rhythmically. He then moved his mouth that was continuing its attack on her neck back up to her mouth.
It was a gentle and tender kiss at first when he placed his lips on hers, but soon turned to an intensive one. He made his way into her mouth with his tongue and she moaned into his mouth.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable and quickly moved away.
"Sorry, Derek, I just don't feel comfortable with this all of a sudden," she said disappointed in her own actions. He didn't say anything, but he cupped her cheek in his strong hand. She leaned her head into his hand in comfort and smiled. "Thanks," she responded, assuming he didn't mind.
She leaned back over to her night table and retrieved the matches.
"How about we just talk?" Hermione asked him as she lit the match and illuminated the candle. When she turned back, her eyes widened in surprise. Before her was not what she was expecting. What was in front of her was not possible…no, not probable. The face in front of her was…not a face at all. It was blank, a flat skull with just a plain piece of skin covering it. She screamed.
Hermione woke up to her own screaming, but a hand quickly covered her mouth. She tried to scream again, but the hand covering her mouth muffled her voice.
"Shh," she heard the voice say calmly. She felt the bed shift slightly on her right as she stopped trying to scream. It wasn't the person that stopped her screaming, it was the voice. She stared back out into the darkness of nothing but blackness in shock. Her body stiffened instinctively and she heard the voice say, "Calm down, Miss Granger, it's just me." He said that as if it was a good thing. He rubbed her arm and she felt the warming sensation spread throughout her arm. The warmness soon stretch all through her body and her muscles relaxed against her will.
"Dreaming about me were you?" he asked with amusement in his voice. She couldn't answer even if she had wanted to; he still had his hand on her mouth. As if sensing this, he said, "Now, all I ask of you is to not scream when I remove my hand, understood?" She nodded and he gently released his hand from her mouth. She had thought about screaming, but he could easily disapperate as soon as she did and the others would be able to do nothing about it.
He placed the hand he had firmly on her mouth to her side and kept his other hand still on her upper arm. She felt his hand on her arm, but it was still warm. She had expected it to turn cold, but it was strangely comforting.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked him coldly, not wanting him to sense the comfort she had in his touch.
"Oh, you ask such ridiculous questions, Miss Granger," he said to her with a shake of his head, though she didn't see it. "Why else would I be here?" he asked and she felt the bed shift as he leaned in slightly closer.
She rotated her head to her right slightly in his direction. She looked at the darkness that he was in curiously and moved the arm in which he had his hand on. She placed her hand on his forearm and moved up past his elbow, upper arm and shoulder. She could feel his well-formed figure under her touch and her heart quickened ever so slightly. She found his neck. She felt him gulp as she brushed pass his adam's apple and was surprised. So, he has a weak point, Hermione thought to herself and smiled.
She moved up from his adam's apple and to his chin that stood out, pointed almost. Hesitantly, she moved past his cheek and proceeded above his ear. She stopped before going on, waiting for him to ceize her hand as he did before, but he didn't. She moved the tip of her fingers on and felt his hair. It was soft and seemed to be well kept. It also seemed to be tied back, because it stayed in one place. Satisfied, she removed her hand from his hair and back to his face. She cupped his cheek in one hand and brought the other hand up to the other side of his face. She held her hands there, trying to visiualize his face, but still couldn't quite place it.
As she moved across his face again with both hands toward his lips, his eyes rolled back slightly, but she couldn't see it. When she reached his lips, they were relaxed and hung slightly open. Moving her hands once again, she took them down his neck and to his chest.
Hermione felt his chest rise up and down at an unusual pace as she placed her hands on his chest and she grinned even more brightly then she had before. Though there were soft silk fabric inbetween her hands and his chest, she could feel his solid form. She slid her hands back down his to his stomach and around to his sides. Just as she suspected, firm.
Hermione moved her hands even further down. She advanced on over his pelvis to his legs. His quads felt flexed beneath her hands and she moved her hands to her final destination of his knees. Following her hands with her eyes, she was finally able to visualize his form. She was pleased.
Regaining his composture, the man said, "Do you like what you see?"
"Feel, I like what I feel," she corrected him in a seductive voice. Her voice surprised her though; she had never spoken to anyone like that and she had not intended too. This man brought out new things in her that she was not sure she was ready to accept.
What he did next surprised her, but she had almost expected it. He removed his hand from the bed beside her and placed it on her shoulder. Slowly, he moved it over her chest, past her waist, and firmly on her hip where it settled. The feeling was not new to her.
Leaning in closer he said, "I like what I feel too."
Hermione gasped, just loud enough for him to hear and he chuckled softly.
"Would you like to experiment with this feeling you like?" he asked in her ear now.
She was barely able to say, "Yes" before he cut her off with his lips. She felt that similar sensation of his lips and she let her guard down. She closed her eyes in the amazing feeling and melted into him. He opened his mouth and brought her tongue into her mouth just as she proceeded to do the same thing.
He moved his hand that was on her hip moved it to her outer thigh. Her breath quickened and her heart raced as he did that. She felt him grin against the kiss she gave back to him when she did that. She felt like she was his little bag of amusement, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything at that moment but what he had to offer her.
She brought her arms around his neck and continued to kiss him back. He became more forceful as they deepened the kiss and he quickly took the lead over her in their battle to take control.
To her surprise, he drew back from her and said, "Tag, you're it." He disappeared with a loud crack and her arms fell to either side of her before she had anytime to protest.
"Argh!" she screamed at herself and punched the bed on both sides of her. He was so frustrating. He was also playing games with her she decided. She put her head in her hands and found herself caught in her thoughts.
These games he played with her were games she felt made her seem stupid. Maybe that was what he wanted; he wanted her to become frustrated. Is that was turns him on? Me begging for him, for more? She all of a sudden felt disgusted with him. Why did she let her guard down to him?
I'm weak, that's why, Hermione thought to herself with a sigh of defeat. These events could not lead to anything benefitial, so why let them keep happening? He's too good at what he does, she told herself, trying to convince herself that it was not her fault, but his.
Hermione glanced over at the clock and saw it was 5:59. "I might as well get up," she told herself and flipped the covers off her. She got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and headed toward the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator to find nothing for breakfast.
"Cereal it is then," she said to herself again. After choosing her cereal, she headed over to the couch where she picked up the book that was sitting on the end table. Gone with the Wind it said. She had read the book before, but she needed to read something to get everything off her mind.
She sat there for a while reading the book trying to divert her mind, but that morning kept coming back to her. She couldn't get it out of her mind. I just need to take a walk, she thought to herself as she closed the book shut.
After heading back to her room and changing her attire to more suitable clothing for public, Hermione headed out the door. She breathed in the sweet scent of the morning nature. The smell of fresh dew on the lush green grass, the company of gleeful cheering birds chirping their morning song. The community was beautiful. Across from the house was a park. Acres upon acres of green, slopping grasses with a calming pond in the middle that was homed ducks, fish, insects, and plant life of all kinds. The park was lined by a healthy batch of pine trees that shown a bright hunter green.
Some of Hermione's greatest memories were on that lake. When she was a little girl, she would go out fishing with her father. Even though it was just across the street, she and her father would dress up as if they were professionals with the fishing hat and everything. Often, they wouldn't have worms, so they used ham and other assorted meats in their meat drawer; they never caught any fish though.
That park was also the place Hermione read her very first book. She was with her mom on a cool November day; the book was a Dr. Suess book. Green Eggs and Ham, many people read that book as their first.
Instead of going left or right, Hermione went straight, straight for the park. She would often walk the perimeter of the vast park, it gave her plenty of time to think, think of whatever it was she needed to think about. Today, she felt she would need to walk it twice.
Goodness grashous, who is this man? Hermione thought to herself in frustration. She was usually pretty good at puzzles and this seemed to be one. Why can't I figure it out? Puzzles are my thing.
Well, let us put all of the facts together, she thought. He is taller then me, well built, and he is demanding…that doesn't give me anything! All men are like that! Hermione thought frantically in frustration to find something else she could get from him to give her a clue. Nothing, nothing gave her a clue.
Hermione had gone half way around the park when she heard voices coming from the trees. She wouldn't have noticed or cared, but the voices she heard, she knew. She inched toward the trees quietly to get a better look.
"Please! You're making a big mistake! I'm faithful! Tell him I am! Please, he doesn't understand, what I did we for his benefit!" Hermione heard an all too familiar voice plee; a voice of the enemy, a voice of betrayal.
"Save your breath, I have my orders and there is nothing that you can say that will have me disobey the Dark Lords order, let alone him forgive you," she heard another voice say, a voice that brought back terrible memories.
Hermione, boldly, took a tiny step from behind the tree that she had hid herself behind. Peeking out from the tree, she gasped to find the two people in front of her. Probably the two people he hated the most, with the exception of Lord Voldemort himself, were in her sight. Wormtail was kneeling with his hands together almost begging. Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him, wand out and pointed at his face. Hermione gasped in shock, but covered her mouth quickly hopeing she hadn't been heard. Lucius started to turn his head to the noise, still having the wand pointed at Wormtail, but Hermione hid behind the tree just in time. Luckily, Wormtail spoke again and Lucius turned his head back in his direction.
"Please! Don't do this! I beg of you!" Wormtail said, tears streaming down his face, he was pathetic. Hermione poked her head out from the tree again to see this; she almost pitied him.
"Your act in saving Harry Potter's life in the most important battle of the war is in no way excusable. What you have done can be in no way repaid. I'm glad I can be the one to deliver the final blow to your pathetic life," Lucius said jamming his wand to the temple of Wormtail with sheer amusement on his face.
"It wasn't my fault! I was in eternal debt to him! He save my life in his third year!" Wormtail begged, wincing in pain at the wand pressed to his temple.
"Well, then, you should have let him kill you then, it didn't seem to make a difference, except the fact that you cost the Dark Lord the war and probably any chance of regaining full power again," Lucius said back in what seemed to be anger. "Now you will pay."
Hermione knew it was then that Lucius would finish him off and knew this was the time to do something about it.
"Avada Kedavra!" Lucius exclaimed before Hermione or Wormtail could say or do anything. Hermione let out a more audiable as Wormtails body fell to the ground. This time, having stepped out into plain view, she had nowhere to hide and Lucius turned to look at her in horror as to what he had just done.
Lucius looked at her and smirked at her shocked face. Hermione had her wand up and ready to attack at any moment, but his looked not at all threatened. "Well, come to see the show, Miss Granger?" he asked her showing no sigh of remorse after only moments ago killing a defenseless man.
"I'll do it! Don't try me, Malfoy," Hermione said, not responding to his question on purpose. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was spying, if you could say, on him.
"Oh, bold now are we, Miss Granger? Well, I would give you advise not to try me, for I have power you can't even imagine," he said, still not raising his wand to attack.
Without taking his warning and without hesitation, Hermione spat out, "Petrifious Tota-," but before Hermione knew what was going on, Lucius had raised his wand and said, "Expelliarmus! Impedimenta!" Hermione didn't have the time to counter or duck away and she went flying backwards, her wand flying away from her. She landed on her back with a thud, nearly missing a tree.
Lucius hung his wand in his hand loosely as he strode over to her. Hermione was barely able to rise to her elbows because of the air that had been knocked out of her as he got to her. He looked down at her as he stood over her body and said, "I told you not to try me, Miss Granger. It was your own downfall," he said and pointed his wand at her. Her face became struck with fear and she was almost certain that this was the end of her life, her wand to far away to reach in her defense.
Hermione waited for him to speak those words she knew would be her death as he pointed his wand at her, but to her surprise, he leaned his body down so she had a better view of his face.
"Fortunately for you, I have somewhere else to be real soon, so this meeting will just have to resume later. Good day, Miss Granger," Lucius said with a voice that had pure disappointment. With that, he got back up and, with a pop, dissappeared out of sight.
Hermione, still breathing heavily from the encounter slowly got to her feet where she felt herself shaking uncontrolablly. She walked over to where her wand had flown, some seven feet away, and retrieved it.
Thoughts running through her mind, Hermione slowly walked out the way she came, back into the peaceful park that now seemed to be a park full of dark secrets. She continued her walk around the park, her mind filling with other questions filled thoughts.