A/N: for the sake of this chapter, I haven't used the song title! I wonder why. So, the song is Adrienne by The Calling. The chapter however is called Used Me, and I have also shortened the song, because I didn't feel the need to have the chorus over and over. I should have changed the song to Hermione, let's see:

Hermione, I thought I knew you

Once again, you used me, used me

Hermione, I should have left you

Long before you used me, used me up

Spent my money, drove my car

That's why I didn't change it, see? It's because it sounds crap that way! Just doesn't work.

Again this chapter may include sexual reference, sorry. Also, all sexual references had double meanings, like he wanted to pleasure her deep inside, means both sexual and to put her mind at rest.

The Song of the Heart's Embrace

Chapter Nine

Used Me

I've been thinking about you, my love

And all the crazy things that you put me through

Draco sat at the end of the bed, waiting for Hermione to get back for her date. Draco swore if he saw this man he would tear him to shreds, tear him apart. But then again, he didn't know, maybe he would tear her apart.

Damn, he knew now.

He knew he loved her.

How could he hate something so beautiful and stunning and… he realised that his hands were shaking and he curled up small on the bed, closing his eyes so he couldn't see the make up she had used to impress her date.

The make up was still out.

She was still out.

That didn't mean she was still eating.

Draco couldn't take much more; he tore into the bathroom and looked around frantically.

It was official, Draco Lucius Malfoy, head boy, Slytherin, son of Lucius Malfoy- faithful servant of you-know-who -, arch enemy of Harry Potter boy-who-lived, and godson and teacher's pet of the potion's master Severus Snape- head of Slytherin and the murderer of Albus Dumbledore, kind, caring Albus Dumbledore-, had gone mad, and nobody would have guessed it would be because he was in love with Hermione Jane Granger, head girl, Gryffindor, best friend of Harry Potter Boy-who-lived, saviour of the world, the-one-who-defeated-he-who-must-not-be-named.

Draco took a pair of scissors from the sick and plunged it through his skin, dragging it across his torso.

Now I'm coming around, Throwing it back to you

Were you thinking of me when you kissed him

Could you taste me when you licked his skin

Draco sat shaking, again at the end of the bed. He had his wand ready.

Ready to hurt her.

No.

Ready to hurt himself.

He wanted her to see how far she had driven him, how far to the end he was, clinging to the only hope, the only hope that was her, the only hope that he thought that night had slipped away.

He closed his eyes, imagining the begging look on her face for him to stop and then the rejection, he couldn't face that, but then again he couldn't face leaving her, leaving the one person who hadn't turned him away, the one person who had admitted to loving him.

All the while I showered you with trust and promises

What I'm needing now is some sweet revenge

To get back all that I lost then

Hermione faked a laugh at her date's joke, holding back a yawn. She looked at his handsome features, but couldn't find a trace there.

That's right.

She was looking for a trace of Draco.

But he's not Draco; she had tried to tell herself, because she was ruining her chance of any enjoyment of this date. No, he's not Draco, that's why I'm not enjoying myself!

Hermione yawned and her date just stared at her, she stared back. The date was over.

Draco looked to the time, every few seconds he would check it.

Maybe he should find someone, and then she'd know what it feels like.

He needed her under him, he needed her body bare against his, he need a delicate kiss that in it's own way said those three words over and over.

I gave you all I had to give, but I could never reach you

Adrienne, I thought I knew you

The sad thing was that he had tried, but he had been too scared, stopping just before he reached her.

She liked her date, but not in that way.

"I'll walk you home, Hermione, don't worry?" he grinned kindly.

"It's not that I don't," she said, her face scrunching up as she tried to apologise.

"It's alright, Hermione, no need to worry, just can you tell me why?" he sighed, although he still smiled.

"Well, I just realised, when we were eating, that I, I'm in love with someone, desperately, passionately in love with someone, so much as I ache when he's not with me, I mean tonight is the first time that I can remember not being with him, being able to see him, or talk to him…" Hermione stopped, realising she had been blabbering. "At least I think I love him, I might just not be used to him not being there…" Hermione laughed and her date smiled kindly at her, a twinkle of knowing in his eye.

Once again, you used me, used me

Adrienne, I should have left you

Long before you used me, Used me up

Spent my money, drove my car

He thought of how he had touched her that time, touched her over and over with his lips to her nipple. He thought of how he knew she was awake and how he had kept pleasing her, wanting to please her deeper, inside her. He closed his eyes and imagined her soft skin, the feeling of her pleasure under his lips, the feeling of her arching her back, thrusting her breasts upward to him.

She had used him.

She had liked it and used him.

She had used the fact that he had pleasured her, thinking she was asleep and she hadn't even given anything back.

Hermione was dreading seeing him.

He had used her.

He was staying because he had nowhere else to go.

They had used each other.

Used each other to end the pain of loneliness.

I treated you like a shining star

But in my sky all burnt out you are

That pleasure he had given her, the pleasure he wanted to give again was his way of making her feel special. There were other ways he had done this, but he couldn't really explain. He made her feel special, even if it was only to him, but it was to someone and someone counts.

She made him feel special as well, made him feel like he could have a friend, that he wasn't just the Slytherin prince, the son of a death-eater, that he was Draco, no more, no less, that he was someone she wanted to be friends with.

But know he didn't think that of her.

She had chosen not to love him.

She had chosen not to make him care.

She had chosen not to help him, to make him not love her.

At least this is what he was lead to believe.

And I'll have the last laugh, when I see you walking with

some other guy

'Cause I know you're gone end up all alone

Draco heard laughter from outside; he peeked out of the window and saw Hermione standing with her date, smiling broadly. Before Hermione took out her key, she kissed him on the cheek.

What did a kiss on the cheek mean?

Did it mean come in?

Did it mean I hope we can do this again sometime?

Did it mean, I'd ask you in if it weren't the first date?

Draco didn't want to know, he pulled himself away, to the bed, unaware that he was staining his surroundings with the blood on his chest.

The blood she had caused him to shed.

Or so he thought.

Hermione tried to open the door, but found that her hands were shaking.

"It will be fine, Hermione, there is no need to be so darn nervous!" he laughed, turning the key for her. "He's your roommate right?"

"Yes, but there's another thing…"

"And what may that be?"

"We hate each other!"

"Let me get this straight, you hate each other, but you're in love with him?" her date laughed.

"Yeah," Hermione mumbled fondly, smiling faintly.

"This is one fucked up love story, Hermione!" he laughed, smiling at her warmly. "Good luck, and email me to tell me how it goes!"

"Don't worry, I will email you," Hermione said once she had opened the door.

So take these words, some good advice

All you've done gonna come back twice

What did that mean? Draco thought darkly, unaware tears were streaking his face. Hermione had gone into the kitchen, pouring herself a drink. She was humming, and Draco tried to block the sound of her honey voice from his ears.

"You up, Draco?" she questioned, having caught sight of the light on in the bedroom.

"Yeah," he answered dryly, his hands limp, handing from his wrists as he leant his elbows on his knees, his back arched elegantly.

"Good, I need to talk to you…" she practically sang.

She wants me out. He thought venomously.

"What about?" he croaked.

"The awful date I had…" she had entered the bathroom.

You never cared how much it hurt, I really need to tell you

What I'm needing now's some sweet revenge

"Draco it's blood…" she said slowly, her voice slow and low.

"Yes," Draco whispered, not thinking she heard.

Draco heard sobbing from in the bathroom, but he daren't move, he daren't rush to her, no matter how much he yearned for it. The sobbing became louder and he felt his own tears fall.

Hermione came into the bedroom, blood on her knees and hands, obviously having fallen to the floor. She looked to Draco and was paralysed with fear.

"Draco?" she mumbled, her body completely still.

"Hermione…" he purred fondly, making her smile, an almost giggle.

"Draco, you said, I said…" she broke down into tears, dropping the scissors he had used.

He knew exactly what she meant by this, he knew exactly.

He couldn't see her cry, he just couldn't bare it.

He could either turn away or…

To get back all that I lost then

I gave you all that I had to give, but I could never reach you

A/N: Duh duh duh! CLIFFHANGER! Okay so maybe not…

Would you hate me if I told you I had this written before I put up number six? And would you kill me if I said I had numbers six, seven, eight, and nine finished before even six was up? Also, I am starting ten, the last chapter, right now.

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