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Chapter Five [Revealed]
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Draco stared at her. He wanted to figure her out. he was compelled to figure her out, he must figure her out. Confusion was not a feeling he was used to, and he didn't like it very much. He would get to the bottom of this girl if it killed him, because otherwise she would not be dismissed from his mind.
And so begun his pursuit of Hermione.
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The day wasted away slowly, classes and meals and conversations and jokes passing in a blur of nonchalance. The uneasiness resting in her stomach made it hard for Hermione to eat, and a certain anxiety rested on her chest like a weight. She dreaded supper, but, being the best friend of two teenage boys, there was no way to delay it. let alone avoid it entirely. The trio made their way into the hall and the eyes of the students rested upon them as usual. Despite years of attendance, Harry Potter was yet the shining star of Hogwarts. After all, did he not prove himself year after year? And Ron and Hermione had attained something of a celebrity status as well, not just by being forever with Harry, but through their own heroic deeds and charismatic and charming personalities. Hermione was as outgoing as any after a few months away from Don. Well, usually she was. This year, there seemed to be more challenges.
Hermione bowed her head, letting Harry and Ron receive the attention. But still, she felt eyes on her. She looked up. And her eyes met gray ones. Draco. She shivered as though cold, and she was. chilled by the ice in his gaze. But beneath it glowed something else. Interest. A sudden, unholy, un- Draco-like, interest in something other than himself. Nothing intrigued him, everything had always seemed very simple and straightforward. Everything except Hermione Granger.
"Hermione." Footsteps sounded behind her in the stone corridor, bouncing off the walls in a cacophony of measured steps. She scurried onward, not looking back. Damn those moving stairways. she had no idea where she was. But she did know who was behind her. Draco. "Hermione." Called the voice again, demanding her to stop. She was fighting against herself, because such a big part of her wanted to stop. The word "obey" echoed over and over in her head. Just give in Hermione, maybe if you obey then he won't hurt you, just stop walking, just stop.
Her footsteps faltered but she still kept going, pausing every minute or so.
"Hermione, stop!" The voice finally sounded a little angry, the calm cool had left it. and that was the deciding factor for Hermione. She halted uncertainly but didn't turn around. The footsteps got closer to her and she tensed, waiting for a blow until she felt a hand grab her arm and spin her around, making her flinch. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, hoping to lessen the pain of any attack. "Granger, what are you, deaf?" Draco asked roughly, releasing her arm. "I called your name about twenty times!" He seemed almost sulky as he folded his arms over his chest and furrowed his brow, watching as she opened her eyes and looked up hesistantly. "What's wrong with you anyway? You're such a freak." He continued.
"Sorry." Was all she managed to choke out. He rolled his eyes.
"Listen, I just wanted to talk to you about our project, not murder you. I've talked to Snape, and he refuses to let us switch partners. So I guess we're stuck together. It's just a research project though, so we won't have to talk much, I hope. Umm, it's about Elsabeth Fedoso, a famous witch in the 90's who created a lot of powerful spells, but disappeared mysteriously when she was only 22. No one knows what happened to her, but Snape wants us to write a little mini-biography on her, and then theorize about what happened to her. He hopes that we may be able to figure out what happened, I don't know why he would think that, I mean, even the ministry hasn't been able to crack this case! But we're "his brightest students" so he gave us the hardest project. Bastard." Draco finished his spiel and glanced vengefully in the direction of the dungeons before looking at Hermione to gauge her reaction. She looked sort of dazed. He snapped a finger in front of her and she jumped.
"What?" She asked, looking like she didn't have a clue about anything.
"What are you, ADD?" Draco asked spitefully, sneering at her.
"No, I just. well I heard what you said anyway. So what does it matter?" Hermione straightened her back but still did not meet his gaze.
"Wow, finally said something that seems a bit like your old self. Getting back on the horse, Granger? What knocked you off?" Draco sneered, stepping closer, hoping for one of their old fights of biting wit.
"Your breath?" Hermione suggested, raising an eyebrow, and finally looking up, though she broke their eye contact almost immediately afterward. she wasn't ready for this.
"Oh, you know what my breath smells like? I wouldn't think you would since you're usually kissing my ass."
"I couldn't kiss your ass if I wanted to. you've got too much stuff stuck up it."
"At least I'm not stuck up Potter's ass."
"Well, that'd be a rose garden after being up Snape's for your entire life!" Draco smiled, Hermione had finally met his eyes again, and hers were flashing with fire.
"Better watch your tongue Granger, you never know what could happen to you in a dark corridor with Draco Malfoy." He warned.
"Yeah, I might end up kicking your butt or something." Hermione raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms across her chest in a pose reminiscent of his. She was too cocky, she didn't see it coming. Because suddenly his arms were around her in a vise-like grip. She whimpered in fright and stuggled against him briefly before stilling. He locked his gaze with hers as he slid his hand down her leg, reached into her robe, feeling her shudder against him all the while, and snatched her wand. Then he loosened his hold on her and smiled tauntingly.
"Ahh, the return of the mouse. frightened Hermione?" Her breaths were short as she looked up at him in utter terror.
"P-please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me." She begged, a tear rolling down her quivering cheek.
"You're defenseless, I have your wand, and no one can hear us in this abandoned corridor. No one is going to come looking for either of us, we're both supposed to be in bed." He said, enjoying having control over her. He let go of her and watched her sink to his feet. Her legs couldn't support her. He crouched next to her and lifted her small chin with a finger, smiling widely. "You're completely at my mercy."
She shook her head. "No."
"Yes."
"Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything." Draco hadn't been expecting to hear this, but it was music to his ears.
"Anything?"
"anything. just don't hurt me." Desperate, she flung herself into his arms and kissed him. This was the only way. Caught off guard Draco toppled to the floor with her on top of him. Her wand and his skidded across the floor. She ran a hand down the back of his tense neck and he gasped unwillingly. He was shocked into absolute passion. he wanted to rip her robes off right there. this was not like him, he was usually so controlled. Damn if he'd let her get the better of him. he pried her off him almost gently and stared up at her, breathing raggedly.
"You can't do that to a Malfoy, Hermione." He stated calmly, although he was still reeling inside. He was completely mystified by this girl. Tears were streaming down her face. He rolled over so that he was on top of her and held her arms over her head, bending his head and softly kissing her lips. "Open your eyes." He demanded. Slowly she complied. "Why did you do that?" He asked.
"Just don't hurt me. I. I did it so you wouldn't hurt me." She whispered.
"How would I hurt you Hermione?" He asked softly.
"You would. hit me and kick me and throw me." Draco was beginning to figure things out.
"What else would I do?"
"Make me. make me please you." She sobbed.
"Please me how?" Goddamnit. what was she living through? He grit his teeth.
"No. no. please don't." she cried, shaking her head.
"Would I make you please me by raping you Hermione?" He asked, his voice strained. She nodded, letting out another anguished sob. "Is that what your Uncle Don does?" He asked.
"I'm not supposed to tell. Please don't tell him. Please don't tell him. I'll do anything. please don't let him come here." She whimpered.
That was why she had kissed him. to please him so he wouldn't beat her. Fuck! He wouldn't ever.
He rolled off of her, sitting up and watching her curl into a little ball. He needed to think. He rubbed his forehead, swearing. This fucking bastard, Don, has been raping and beating her. That's why she's so afraid of men. Goddamn!
He pulled Hermione up into a sitting position next to him and wrapped his arms around her. "How long has Don been doing this Hermione?"
"S-since he came to live with us." The man lives with her! It just gets worse!
"And when did he move in with you?"
"8 years ago." She shivered and lay her head on his shoulder. She was too exhausted and frightened of Don to be frightened of Draco as well right now. His arms tightened around her.
"You need to get back to your dorm." He said, wanting to be alone, to think over everything that this impassioned, crazed encounter had revealed.
He left her at the Gryffindor entrance with her wand and a spell that would put her to sleep in 10 minutes.
And then he returned to the dungeons for a night plagued with thoughts of his Hermione. for he had decided that she would be his.
TBC
Chapter Five [Revealed]
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Draco stared at her. He wanted to figure her out. he was compelled to figure her out, he must figure her out. Confusion was not a feeling he was used to, and he didn't like it very much. He would get to the bottom of this girl if it killed him, because otherwise she would not be dismissed from his mind.
And so begun his pursuit of Hermione.
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The day wasted away slowly, classes and meals and conversations and jokes passing in a blur of nonchalance. The uneasiness resting in her stomach made it hard for Hermione to eat, and a certain anxiety rested on her chest like a weight. She dreaded supper, but, being the best friend of two teenage boys, there was no way to delay it. let alone avoid it entirely. The trio made their way into the hall and the eyes of the students rested upon them as usual. Despite years of attendance, Harry Potter was yet the shining star of Hogwarts. After all, did he not prove himself year after year? And Ron and Hermione had attained something of a celebrity status as well, not just by being forever with Harry, but through their own heroic deeds and charismatic and charming personalities. Hermione was as outgoing as any after a few months away from Don. Well, usually she was. This year, there seemed to be more challenges.
Hermione bowed her head, letting Harry and Ron receive the attention. But still, she felt eyes on her. She looked up. And her eyes met gray ones. Draco. She shivered as though cold, and she was. chilled by the ice in his gaze. But beneath it glowed something else. Interest. A sudden, unholy, un- Draco-like, interest in something other than himself. Nothing intrigued him, everything had always seemed very simple and straightforward. Everything except Hermione Granger.
"Hermione." Footsteps sounded behind her in the stone corridor, bouncing off the walls in a cacophony of measured steps. She scurried onward, not looking back. Damn those moving stairways. she had no idea where she was. But she did know who was behind her. Draco. "Hermione." Called the voice again, demanding her to stop. She was fighting against herself, because such a big part of her wanted to stop. The word "obey" echoed over and over in her head. Just give in Hermione, maybe if you obey then he won't hurt you, just stop walking, just stop.
Her footsteps faltered but she still kept going, pausing every minute or so.
"Hermione, stop!" The voice finally sounded a little angry, the calm cool had left it. and that was the deciding factor for Hermione. She halted uncertainly but didn't turn around. The footsteps got closer to her and she tensed, waiting for a blow until she felt a hand grab her arm and spin her around, making her flinch. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, hoping to lessen the pain of any attack. "Granger, what are you, deaf?" Draco asked roughly, releasing her arm. "I called your name about twenty times!" He seemed almost sulky as he folded his arms over his chest and furrowed his brow, watching as she opened her eyes and looked up hesistantly. "What's wrong with you anyway? You're such a freak." He continued.
"Sorry." Was all she managed to choke out. He rolled his eyes.
"Listen, I just wanted to talk to you about our project, not murder you. I've talked to Snape, and he refuses to let us switch partners. So I guess we're stuck together. It's just a research project though, so we won't have to talk much, I hope. Umm, it's about Elsabeth Fedoso, a famous witch in the 90's who created a lot of powerful spells, but disappeared mysteriously when she was only 22. No one knows what happened to her, but Snape wants us to write a little mini-biography on her, and then theorize about what happened to her. He hopes that we may be able to figure out what happened, I don't know why he would think that, I mean, even the ministry hasn't been able to crack this case! But we're "his brightest students" so he gave us the hardest project. Bastard." Draco finished his spiel and glanced vengefully in the direction of the dungeons before looking at Hermione to gauge her reaction. She looked sort of dazed. He snapped a finger in front of her and she jumped.
"What?" She asked, looking like she didn't have a clue about anything.
"What are you, ADD?" Draco asked spitefully, sneering at her.
"No, I just. well I heard what you said anyway. So what does it matter?" Hermione straightened her back but still did not meet his gaze.
"Wow, finally said something that seems a bit like your old self. Getting back on the horse, Granger? What knocked you off?" Draco sneered, stepping closer, hoping for one of their old fights of biting wit.
"Your breath?" Hermione suggested, raising an eyebrow, and finally looking up, though she broke their eye contact almost immediately afterward. she wasn't ready for this.
"Oh, you know what my breath smells like? I wouldn't think you would since you're usually kissing my ass."
"I couldn't kiss your ass if I wanted to. you've got too much stuff stuck up it."
"At least I'm not stuck up Potter's ass."
"Well, that'd be a rose garden after being up Snape's for your entire life!" Draco smiled, Hermione had finally met his eyes again, and hers were flashing with fire.
"Better watch your tongue Granger, you never know what could happen to you in a dark corridor with Draco Malfoy." He warned.
"Yeah, I might end up kicking your butt or something." Hermione raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms across her chest in a pose reminiscent of his. She was too cocky, she didn't see it coming. Because suddenly his arms were around her in a vise-like grip. She whimpered in fright and stuggled against him briefly before stilling. He locked his gaze with hers as he slid his hand down her leg, reached into her robe, feeling her shudder against him all the while, and snatched her wand. Then he loosened his hold on her and smiled tauntingly.
"Ahh, the return of the mouse. frightened Hermione?" Her breaths were short as she looked up at him in utter terror.
"P-please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me." She begged, a tear rolling down her quivering cheek.
"You're defenseless, I have your wand, and no one can hear us in this abandoned corridor. No one is going to come looking for either of us, we're both supposed to be in bed." He said, enjoying having control over her. He let go of her and watched her sink to his feet. Her legs couldn't support her. He crouched next to her and lifted her small chin with a finger, smiling widely. "You're completely at my mercy."
She shook her head. "No."
"Yes."
"Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything." Draco hadn't been expecting to hear this, but it was music to his ears.
"Anything?"
"anything. just don't hurt me." Desperate, she flung herself into his arms and kissed him. This was the only way. Caught off guard Draco toppled to the floor with her on top of him. Her wand and his skidded across the floor. She ran a hand down the back of his tense neck and he gasped unwillingly. He was shocked into absolute passion. he wanted to rip her robes off right there. this was not like him, he was usually so controlled. Damn if he'd let her get the better of him. he pried her off him almost gently and stared up at her, breathing raggedly.
"You can't do that to a Malfoy, Hermione." He stated calmly, although he was still reeling inside. He was completely mystified by this girl. Tears were streaming down her face. He rolled over so that he was on top of her and held her arms over her head, bending his head and softly kissing her lips. "Open your eyes." He demanded. Slowly she complied. "Why did you do that?" He asked.
"Just don't hurt me. I. I did it so you wouldn't hurt me." She whispered.
"How would I hurt you Hermione?" He asked softly.
"You would. hit me and kick me and throw me." Draco was beginning to figure things out.
"What else would I do?"
"Make me. make me please you." She sobbed.
"Please me how?" Goddamnit. what was she living through? He grit his teeth.
"No. no. please don't." she cried, shaking her head.
"Would I make you please me by raping you Hermione?" He asked, his voice strained. She nodded, letting out another anguished sob. "Is that what your Uncle Don does?" He asked.
"I'm not supposed to tell. Please don't tell him. Please don't tell him. I'll do anything. please don't let him come here." She whimpered.
That was why she had kissed him. to please him so he wouldn't beat her. Fuck! He wouldn't ever.
He rolled off of her, sitting up and watching her curl into a little ball. He needed to think. He rubbed his forehead, swearing. This fucking bastard, Don, has been raping and beating her. That's why she's so afraid of men. Goddamn!
He pulled Hermione up into a sitting position next to him and wrapped his arms around her. "How long has Don been doing this Hermione?"
"S-since he came to live with us." The man lives with her! It just gets worse!
"And when did he move in with you?"
"8 years ago." She shivered and lay her head on his shoulder. She was too exhausted and frightened of Don to be frightened of Draco as well right now. His arms tightened around her.
"You need to get back to your dorm." He said, wanting to be alone, to think over everything that this impassioned, crazed encounter had revealed.
He left her at the Gryffindor entrance with her wand and a spell that would put her to sleep in 10 minutes.
And then he returned to the dungeons for a night plagued with thoughts of his Hermione. for he had decided that she would be his.
TBC