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ONESHOT
When Did She Become Mute?
I passed her in the hallways and not a single word escapes her 'filthy' mouth. I get kinda confused seeing as she never drops a chance to call me, 'ferret boy' or 'ferret face' or some stupid name relating to 'ferret'. God how she knows I hate those names. They just make my blood boil to the point I have to take it out on someone or something. Usually it's a stump in the woods. When I'm done it's normally gone or it's highly unrecognizable.
She's constantly surround by her friends so there's no time to pull her aside into the shadows with me to ask her why. Wait. Why would I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, possibly care about a worthless mudblood? I shake my head and curse myself mentally. I'm becoming soft. But why? Is it all because of her?
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I walk through the corridors aimlessly. I don't know where I'm going. Suddenly I turn a corner and I see an empty classroom door ajar. I think this unusual seeing as it's past curfew and it's nearly the middle of winter. Wouldn't anyone in their right mind be in their commonroom beside the warm fire? I chuckle at the pun. I'm the one out and about, no where near a fire.
I hear crying coming from somewhere. I step closer to the sound, which seems to be coming from the room beyond the door. I push the door open soundlessly. The scene that left unfolded left me dumbfounded.
The most gorgeous woman lie collapsed near the center of the room hunched over her hands covering her face and her magnificent curly chocolate hair shielding her face and hands from the world.
I tried to be quiet as I approached the lovely maiden. Her shoulders shook helplessly while she sobbed there, her beautiful dress sprawled unladylike around her. Out of nowhere her head popped up and twisted in my direction. I froze in my tracks. I couldn't move. Her once stunning delicate face now an obvious wreak.
Tears had made trails down her cheeks long ago weaving and digging their way into her soft looking skin. The girl's once saddened eyes turned to terror at my presence and scrambled around to make distance between herself and I. I put my hands up as if to tell her that I didn't mean to hurt her. She slowed down to a stop of struggling around. She just stared on at me in wonder.
I took small even slow steps towards her, assuring her that I wasn't going to hurt her. I was now close enough to her to sit down next to her. She flung herself into my arms and began to bawl all over again. She clung to my chest, grabbing at my shirt as she buried her face into my chest.
I was totally overwhelmed at this act of hers but I merely complied and wrapped my arms around her shoulders loosely so as not to scare her. It felt like we had a connection. It was like we knew each other although I'm pretty sure I have never since this beautiful of a woman in my entire life let alone know her name at the very least.
I drew in a breath and slowly let it out. My nose was filled with the sudden scent of tangerines, or oranges. In that instant I was intoxicated by that smell, her smell. God I just wanted to bury my face into her neck and hair forever so I wouldn't have to face the outside world.
I suppressed a groan as the woman squirmed in my arms. Every inch of my body that was at the mercy of her touch was burnt. Her touch burnt my skin. It hurt like hell but it felt so right. God how I loved her touch. Her scent.
Unexpectedly she was ripped from my grip. I snapped my attention to my surroundings, searching for her. Where had she gone? The whole room that I remembered was completely gone. A hooded figure stood before me in a windowless room. So much like the dungeons underneath Malfoy Manor seeing as that's where 'Father' always was.
I found that not only was I chained to a wall but I also saw a lifeless form sitting not far from where I was bound. The cloaked figure stood in front of the form of a body and was laughing. That began to make my blood boil. Just watching this was almost too much for me. I screwed my face over to the bloody git chuckling. The hood was now pushed back to reveal a carbon copy of myself.
It stood there laughing so hard it now doubled over. Straying from my copy in terror, I found the room to be exactly like a dungeon. Select few candles had been lit to brighten the cavern only slightly. I couldn't even imagine at what he thought was funny. In the room we were in there was nothing even remotely funny.
I looked back over at the girl. Her dainty, slender, pale arms were cuffed to two links of metal that protruded from the stone wall behind her. Her battered and bruised body was barely covered. Only a ragged sheet that which was too torn to be called a dress clung to her frame. Her feet were bare and were nearly blue which convinced me that she was terribly cold. I imagined her grimy, stringy brown hair had once been a beautiful chocolate brown color that was nowhere near how streaky it was now.
As I examined her, I almost wanted to scream. No one gets away with abusing a girl! Not one! Not even if she was a mudblood and deserved it! I was alarmed. I was laughing at her. It was me who gave her every bruise on her body and every broken bone in her body. It was me.
It wasn't ME. It was HIM. I didn't do such a thing! I could never do it. Never it would haunt me for the rest of my life. Never letting me sleep…
The man who looked exactly like my twin (if I had one) paused for a moment in his laughter.
"Did you really think I loved you? How could I, Draco Malfoy, POSSIBLY love a mudblood? Especially you, you filthy little bitch."
My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it. I was emotionally and physically stunned. Never in my life had I seen anyone but my so-called father that heartless. I just couldn't believe the words that had fell out of his mouth, my mouth.
These days I wouldn't say anything that harmful to a human being let alone a GIRL. My vision began to become blurry. Then tears were beginning to come. Not on my part. I haven't cried in years. I couldn't help it but let the tears fall.
The duplicate of me took out his wand.
"This is what I think of you."
Then he said the one word I had been dreading to hear:
"Crucio!"
I saw her wither in pain and could tell she wasn't going to last long. I struggled against my bonds and screamed "NO!"
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I suddenly woke up. Drenched in sweat, my sheets were adhesive and clingy. I threw them off me, my hot, sticky body meeting the cold damp air that had gathered in my room. I swung my legs off the bed where they hit the stone floor beneath the side of the bed.
In only my boxers I crossed from my room over to my private bathroom. Being a head boy had its ups and downs. This was definitely a plus. I splashed cool water on my sweat-beaded face. Watching the drops run down my face to my jaw where they fell onto the counter or into the sink.
I looked into the mirror. How could I do such a thing? Then I reminded myself that it was only a dream and that nothing would come of it. Normally dreams don't happen. Keyword, 'normally'.
I ripped my dark eyes away from the mirror. The intense silver gaze reminded me too much of HIM. My grown up copy of me. Just my appearance. I will NEVER become HIM. Never. Never. Never.
All of a sudden I had a feeling urging me to go down to the commonroom, so I did. Of course forgetting to wrap a robe around me, I snaked my way down the spiral staircase that led from the commonroom up to the Head's rooms, Hermione Granger's and mine.
My feet hit the wanted floor and there in an armchair turned away from where I stood was the infamous Hermione Granger herself. Unwanted my feet temporarily froze but then took hesitant steps towards her. Coming around the couch I saw her face. Tears, long before fallen and dried up were clearly present on her rosy cheeks.
Unnoticed by her of my presence, when she saw me she literally jumped off the couch drawing her wand as she went. I didn't see the point in that, she couldn't speak anyways. Maybe she learned how to cast spells without using words. She relaxed slightly when she saw it was only I. A split second later her cheeks became a bit rosier than before.
I glanced down at what she was staring at. I then realized I was wearing only my dark green boxers. I didn't smirk which I normally would have done if it were any other girl. Instead I tried to cover myself. Grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch she had been sitting on, I wrapped it around me and plopped down onto it. I patted the seat next to me.
I could see she was doubtful of my intentions. I told her through my eyes that I wasn't going to hurt her. Still uncertain she hesitantly sat herself next to me.
"What happened?" were the first words to come out of my mouth. She shook her head as I could see she was biting back tears. She didn't want to tell me.
To be truly honest for once in my life, I thought she looked beautiful sitting there. The fire's light hitting off her a-bit-too-pale-skin and the same light leaving her eyes obviously full of fear and sorrow. I pulled her into my chest where she tensed up immediately stiff in my embrace.
I began to stroke her hair whispering to her that I promised I wasn't going to hurt her. That no one could while she was here with me. At my words she sluggishly leaned back into my bare chest. I didn't understand myself why I was doing this. Why I, Draco Lucius Malfoy was caring for a mudblood. It didn't matter though. No matter who she was, a woman who looked like she did, did not deserve to be left alone.
She turned to face me. I stared deep into her chocolate hazel eyes. There were two words that she was trying to tell me. Thank you. I leaned forward. Closer and closer to her cherry lips. Her perfect full lips. My lips where merely a hair's breath away from hers.
"You're welcome." I whispered. Then I did it. I kissed Hermione Granger full on the lips.
At first she was too surprised to register what was happening. I hoped she would respond soon. At least she wasn't pulling away from me. I caressed her luscious lips, running my tongue on her bottom lip. She opened her mouth slightly where I saw my chance. I slid my tongue in her mouth not too quickly as to not scare her. My tongue roamed her mouth tracing the walls and fighting with her tongue. A burst of fire erupted in me. She aroused me so much and I didn't even it.
My hand found its way to the back of her neck while the other found her waist. We move around so now that she was lying on the couch and I on top of her. We separated. That was one breath-taking kiss.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes. I was almost terrified I had done something terribly wrong. I didn't though.
Suddenly she did something I knew she hadn't done for quite awhile. She spoke.
"Thank you." She whispered in a beautiful but raspy voice. I smiled down at her.
"Again, you're welcome." I replied.
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Edited: 3/11/06