"Granger? Is that you? – I heard his calm and unusual voice. It was badly hushed. Despite it, I recognized the master of the voice at one stroke. I suddenly got up, keeping mum.
"Bloody hell! What was going on here? Is that the Dark Lord? And this is-..oh my…Potter!" – Saying all these, his eyes were widening more and more. I can say he got shocked. He cast a glance at me, then at the dead again.
"Are you ok?" – He asked, looking straight at my eyes.
"Ha! My best friends are dead, and you ask me if I'm ok! Are you ok, on your own! You're bastard! You are one of the followers of the Sick-obsessed Lord! You are wretched! You've chosen to be one of those slaves of Voldemort's, cause you're coward! – I shouted aloud, tears forming in the corners of my eyes again. I was so exhausted. I wanted to die. I thought that if I had fought with him, he would kill me. He was supposed to kill me. As Malfoy, as the pureblood, as the enemy of mine after all! He was supposed, but he did not.
"Is that all you wanted to say?" – Again that calm voice asked me. I wish he had started shouting at me, and kill me in the end! Then there wouldn't have happened what had.
"No! That's not all! I HATE YOU, MALFOY!"
"As if I loved you, mudblood" – he said, coming nearer to me. His eyes were beautiful, but blank. As if all life funs were sucked out of the person, who now was two inches away from me. Yet there was something inside them. Sorrow? Or, perhaps regret? He grabbed my hand, and started walking away, dragging me after him. I could not understand anything.
"Let me go!" No reaction. He continued walking, as though I hadn't even talked. I was trying hard to get away from his tight grip. We then entered the Room of Requirements. Only after he closed the door, did he let the go of me.
"Now I'm listening to you, Granger…You wanted to tell me who I am, right?" – He said, taking off his robe and throwing it to the bed. Wait a minute, bed! That what he needed? Bed…? Then why did he take me with him..? I could not concentrate. My mind refused to work.
"Why aren't you so brave?" – He took the bottle of the fire whiskey and drank it greedily. I didn't know what to do, so I was just standing there, looking everywhere but at him.
"Are you scared? You shouldn't be, indeed, I'm the only coward here, aren't I?"
"Malfoy…listen…"- I got really a little bit scared. The idea of what he could do to me was truly frightening.
"I'm listening attentively...courageous mudblood, who lost everyone. Now, there isn't anybody to help you. You're alone. And at the exact moment you're alone with the Death eater…dear"
"I fully know where I am! Thanks for explaining!"
"You also fully know that I may do anything I want to you?" – He started walking straight to me. I, in my turn, was feverishly searching a possible way out. I could do nothing, but take steps back, until I was right next to bed. Malfoy placed that famous smirk on his face. The smirk, which drove many girls of Hogwarts crazy, but definitely not me! It irritated me, for it meant he was pleased to see me trapped. He got so badly next to me. I could even feel his warm breath. In a moment, I felt his hands wrapping around my waist. I began panicking. I started fighting his chest. I was pretty afraid. I started shouting. Unfortunately this only turned him on. He cuddled me even more closely, forcing me to look at him. Then he whispered into me ear:
"You're still the bravest? Aren't you yet afraid?"
"I've already said you're too pitiful to even talk to you!"
"So, that means you are not afraid, are you?"
"I'm not scared of wretched, miserable people!" – But I was afraid, badly afraid.
"Hah…Granger, you could never lie…you are afraid…by the way, very much."
"You have an optical illusion, Malfoy!" - This time my voice betrayed me. – "Ok, you got it; I'm afraid, now let me go…"
"Are you insane? To let my victim go away? No way, mudblood. Not after I knew the bravest one is scared of the most timorous. And, I, of course, should show you who's superior, who's braver…In a word, I should pin back your wonderful ears, my filthy mudblood."
"I'm not your anything! Let me go!" – I was losing my temper. I wanted to get away from that place. I was not fond of the idea that the ferret would do something private with me. Only after my death!
"You're mistaken. You are mine" – saying this, he forcefully kissed me. His tongue was desperately demanding the access. I kept on kicking his chest. But gave up fast. I was tired, really tired. I didn't notice how I gave the very access he demanded for. I caught myself at the idea I felt comfortable in his arms. We parted, both panting heavily. My eyes were almost shut, I wanted to sleep, but somehow I knew that I wouldn't be able to, well, some following hours for sure. He started kissing my neck, coming nearer to my bosom. But there he met an obstacle; my shirt was hiding the place he was willing to kiss. He moaned in frustration and started undoing the bottoms impatiently. I couldn't stop him, nor did I want to. I needed him at that moment; I needed the caresses he gave me, and he understood it full well. And he provided me with it, making me want him. He was playing with me, touching the places; I would never let him touch…But I felt my body was answering positively. After a while we finally were on the bed, both already in our skins; naked. Needless to say what exactly happened later that night. I may say one thing – I liked it. I was toxicated by his hot kisses, touches. He was so tender. I felt as if I was loved, but I knew it was impossible. We never loved each other. We never could. We only hated each other. The hatred, which led to a wild passion. It was despair. We both went through some kind of utter shock. We both wanted to feel loved, needed and desirable. That was a crazy night, which completely made me insane. The next morning, when I woke up, I felt so foul, so miry. I was a traitor of my friends. I passed a night with the enemy. Oh, yep, the very enemy and my lover had been already gone…
…You know the continuation, Harry. – I looked at the photo of my best friend. He was looking at me reproachfully.
"Harry, I know I'm guilty. I really regret doing all that, but you should understand me too. Please." – having said this Hermione Granger, the most excellent witch of Hogwarts, one third of the 'golden trio', a brave girl, who now was sitting under the iron cells of St. Mungo's hospital started begging the photo of dead Harry Potter to forgive her.
The end. A little bit dark story, but not that dark…Guys, I do really need to know your opinion about the very fic. So, as you've already understood, your matter – is to move that fingers of yours and ReViEw)) Oh, yes…I would also like to explain my aims of writing the very composition. I wanted to show that the love between these two characters (HG/DM) is impossible. They are as oil and vinegar, indeed! Although opposites attract) Secondly, I intended to show that they may only have hatred. The hatred, which can lead to a desperate passion. And the passion, in its turn, will be soon forgotten as a nightmare. Well, that's how I feel it. But, if you do not share my ideas, then nothing strange here…we are people and it's our nature to have different points of view. In case you have different thoughts, please let me know, I'm pretty interested…
