A/N: Ok guys, I did some quick writing last night and this morning and I came up with chapter 11, I think it's not as good as it could be but any who, I've decided to make Harry a bit of a dark character and I'm pretty sure that I will end up losing a few readers but if thats what it takes then it's what I have to do, this is just the way I see my story going. I was also going to make this chapter much longer but when ever I went to write that bit more I thought back to last year's English lessons and I remembered my English teacher telling the class that for anything like that be it a tv show or a fanfic of Harry Potter (of course she didn't actually say 'fanfic of Harry Potter'), it should always end on a cliffhanger so I tried...
Anyway, enjoy the chapter and you know what you have to do afterwards!
Hermione was pushed into a dark room, lit only by dying torches mounted occasionally on the limestone walls. The air surrounding her was stale, rank and cold; the whole atmosphere in this place was lifeless and depressing.
Hermione heard Harry whispering a number of charms near the door and then finally the rattling of a heavy chain. She knew she wouldn't be getting out of here without Harry's permission. Hermione felt that cruel presence behind her, that harsh hand gripping her wrist and then felt herself being pulled through another door and into another room before being pushed once again into the centre of the room.
Unlike the other room, this one had windows as well as torches and the air inside didn't smell at all like the other room, this air smelled perfumed and Hermione guessed it was due to the scented candles scattered around the room. Because of the change of lighting, Hermione was able to see the actual interior of the room, there was a large four-poster bed in the corner of the room and a number of cushions scattered on the large red rug that covered the floor. All in all the room was quite nice but Hermione was still fearful.
"Hermione, you didn't want to talk to me before so now I have to force you, it's your fault." Said Harry. He came up to stand by her side and she turned to look at him.
"Harry how is this my fault? You cheated on me and then you just expect me to want to talk to you afterwards! You broke my heart Harry!" said Hermione, angry that he thought it was her fault.
"And dragging me in here is not the way to go about this!" She added.
"You didn't give me any choice; I needed to talk to you."
"You can't expect me to talk to you like this Harry! I'm not an animal; you can't cage me up like this! I am not going to talk to you like this." Said Hermione, walking away to go sit on a cushion. Harry followed her and before she could sit down he grabbed her shoulders and rammed her up against the wall.
"You're going to talk to me Hermione, whether you like it or not!" He warned her, Hermione saw the look in his eyes that said he meant it and that he would hurt her.
Why is he acting like this? He's never done this before… She thought.
"What do you want Harry?" She demanded.
"You. Hermione I want you, I know you still love me and I forgive you for breaking up with me." He said.
"Harry, I broke up with you because you cheated on me, I did nothing wrong and I thought I still loved you but since you've been acting like this, I don't really think I do anymore. Sorry but the answer is no."
Harry then ground his hips against hers in an almost painful way, because he had pinned her arms above her head, she couldn't move and tears began to form in her eyes.
"Please Harry, just let me go, it's over, it was over a long time ago why can't you see that?" She was pleading now and began to slightly shake.
Harry then began kissing her, he started from her chest and made his way up her neck, they were small kisses but instead of being cute or pleasant, they were agonizing and forced. When Harry's mouth was just under Hermione's ear, he whispered to her.
"No Hermione, it's not over until I say it is, you're mine and until you can accept that, you're going to stay here in this room."
And with one last grind of his hips, Harry let go of Hermione and stood watching as she slumped to the floor, weeping and trembling on the floor before he turned and left the room, slamming the door and leaving Hermione all alone on the floor.
It was after midnight when Draco Malfoy finally decided to retire to bed. He'd been waiting by the fireplace in his and Hermione's common room for her to come back since the end of classes yet there had been no sign of her.
'Where is she?' he thought to himself.
Standing up he walked over to the stairs and went up to her bedroom, of course there was no way he could go in without her permission so he took the red rose he had gotten for her and pushed the stem through the keyhole until he was sure it wouldn't fall out. Then he continued along the balcony till he reached his room. He entered and after changing from his day wear to his pyjamas, he pulled back the dramatic black, green and silver covers of his bed, climbed in and settled down for the night.
A/N: Oooh some spooky kind of stuff going on there (not really but hey!) ummm, I hope you liked it, if not that's ok I'll forgive you and I'll try to make the next chapter a bit better but of course I won't know if you like it or dislike it unless you tell me so yea, review...
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