Turns of Time
Disclaimer: Stop!!! Don't sue!!! I merely do this because I've got nothing to do with my life. J.K. owns the series...
Chapter 4
Total control
Draco opened his eyes and found Hermione, already dressed up in her school uniform. She was sitting at the bed and looking at him with a small smile playing on her lips.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked. Draco nodded sleepily and hugged the covers tighter as he closed his eyes again.
"I'll leave you here." She said, walking towards the door. She was about to turn the door when things started going hazy and spinning around fast.
Draco jerked awake as he sensed something wrong. He turned around and ran towards Hermione just in time to catch her fall. He quickly brought her to her bed. She was shivering slightly and her lips were turning blue. After a few agonizing minutes color seemed to be returning to her cheeks.
Slap!
The sound echoed through the darkness.
He yanked her hair down, causing her to look up, meeting his cold stare.
Once again she was in his lair.
"Over and over again I told you... not to fall for him. I granted you nights of peace, without me invading your dreams. And this is what I get in return?"
"STOP IT!"
"Oh, I won't... you might ruin everything."
He threw her down hard; her head hitting the ground.
Once again she was in total darkness.
Draco placed the cup carefully on her lips.
Hermione moved her head to the other side refusing to take a drink.
Draco watched as she silently moved towards the windows, trailing her slender fingers across the glass.
"Do you love me?" She said looking at Draco's reflection at the window.
"I think you know the answer."
"Then I need you to get out."
Strong winds began to rattle the windows in front of her.
"W-What?"
"Get Out!"
With that, she turned around, the windows opened, the glass shattered. The curtains bellowed around her. Strong gusts of cold wind entered the room, forcing Draco towards the door, which also burst, open when Draco neared it.
She looked at the glass figurines. It rose up on the air and flew towards Draco. He ducked just in time to avoid it, causing them to crash towards the wall. Seeing that the figurines have missed its target, she looked at the books and aimed them towards him. He caught them in time and threw them on the floor.
Her eyes were gleaming like fire, red light shone around her.
That is not Hermione.
He looked and saw that she was gone from where she stood in front of the window. He looked up and saw her hovering above him. The wind got stronger throwing him off balance and out of the room.
When he got up to his feet he readied himself to go back in. Determined to find out what's happening, but the door closed in front of him.
Harry looked around the great hall looking for Hermione. Breakfast was about to be over but she still hasn't come down.
Ron looked at him and said, "Don't you worry about her. She might be doing some head girl duties."
"Or maybe I just woke up late." Hermione interjected. Sitting down beside Harry.
She smiled at Ron and turned to Harry, who was about to say something. She silenced him and said, "Harry, I really appreciate you worrying about me." And with that she kissed him, smack on the lips.
She watched horrified.
The scene was unfurling before her like a projector movie. She watched herself walk through the giant doors of the great hall, sauntered over to Harry and kissed him.
"That is not me!" she shrieked. Her voice resounding through the darkness.
A cold chuckle.
Her head whipped around. Meeting his cold violet eyes.
"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked.
"You-you ... bastard! I demand you to let me go!" she shouted.
She stood up and lunged towards him, punching him hard across his face.
His head whipped back and staggered backward. Shaking his head, he wiped his blood from the corner of his mouth.
"That the best you can do?" he said, advancing towards Hermione. She instinctively started to take tentative steps backwards.
"your mine now."
"no..."
"and I'm slowly taking over your life."
"I won't let you." She clenched her fist and prepared to punch him again.
Her fist shot out, but he was quicker, he leaned sideways and punched her hard across her bare stomach.
She bent over. Gasping for breath. Clutching her stomach.
"Help... please... someone" she thought as he pushed her towards the floor. She tried to lift her arms, but it seems that her strength may have already abandoned her.
He was standing over her, his eyes roaming over her body. She wanted to run away. To punch him, kick him; but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was still gasping for breath from the punch that she had taken from him earlier.
She watched helplessly as he knelt down and started roaming his hands all over her body.
"No." she pleaded. Trying to inch her way away from his hands.
He grinned devilishly as he dived into her. Eliciting a loud scream, a combination of pain, agony and defeat.
Somebody... anybody...help me...
He rocked against her violently. Not caring if he was hurting her.
She screamed as another round of pain surged through her body, paralyzing her. Tears silently rolled down her pale cheeks as she closed her eyes willing herself to block out the pain.
The fire crackled merrily. Occasionally, shooting out sparks.
Draco stared at it intently.
He was sitting on the floor, right in front of the fireplace.
His eyes are beginning to water; he blinked several times before staring at it again.
Finally, he heard someone enter the room slowly. He slowly rubbed his hands across his face before getting up and facing her.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
She looked at him closely before walking towards her room.
He strode toward her door and leaned on it, barring her entrance.
"I have no intention of telling you my every move inside this school." She said looking at him straight in the eye.
For some reason, her eyes were cold, hinted with a bit of red.
"Why did you do that?" he asked calmly.
"What?
"Why did you kiss Potter?" he asked silently, staring hard on the floor.
"Oh! So you saw? You understand the meaning of that don't you?"
"What about this morning?"
"You wouldn't get out of the room. I had to do something." She said nonchalantly.
She walked up to him and pressed her body against his. Draco could smell her scent. He tilted his head sideways, avoiding her stare. He didn't dare move a muscle, or much more breathe. He felt her lean towards his ears and slowly brush her lips on the tips.
"Tell me did it hurt? You, seeing me kiss Harry in public?" She whispered.
Draco quickly pushed her aside and walked into his room.
Closing the door behind him, he could her laughing coldly in the other room. He slowly let out a long shaky breath. He leaned his forehead against the wall beside the door. He began hitting the wall hard, pouring his pain and frustration in every punch.
A drop of dark liquid fell on the mirror like surface of the water. Causing tiny ripples, shattering it's calmness. The sound the droplet made echoed through the cavernous walls of the cave.
Another drop... the sound seemed to vibrate against the cold stone walls.
The liquid started to infect the clear water of the lake.
The dark liquid seemed to eat away the water, contaminating it ever so slowly. Changing the water from crystal clear to pale red, later turning to dark red.
A strip of moonlight entered the cave. It fell upon the now bloody water. The cave seemed to glow red from the water's reflection.
The water began to stir madly. It's as if something wanted to rise up from bottom. This continued on for a few seconds. Before calming again.
The blood began to fade. From dark red to pale red, until it disappeared completely, Leaving the water back to its original form, clean and clear, not a single trace of red can be found.
The lake returning to its earlier state, mirror like, calm...
The door opened slowly.
Moonlight poured through the nearby window. The entire dormitory was pitch black; the only thing that has light on it was the floor and the drapes of the bed beside the window which was blowing slightly because of the wind.
A pair of feet began to walk. Blood and water dripped from the hem of its robe. It slowly made its way towards the bed.
Through the gap of the drapes, a boy can be seen sleeping soundly inside. The intruder's hand, which was also covered blood, reached over to grip the sleeping figure's arm.
Harry was sleeping soundly.
He was dreaming that he was high above the ocean riding his Firebolt. He was following the snitch. He grasped the broom handle with one hand. The other was stretched out. He could feel the snitch graze his fingertips.
Come on, little bit more. He urged his broom.
Then suddenly out of nowhere. A cold and clammy hand gripped his arm. He looked around and found a hooded dementor beside him.
It's rotten hand grasping his arm.
It pulled him down.
Harry woke up; he was breathing quickly, eyes still closed. It was a dream, he told himself.
He was ready to go back to sleep again. When he became aware of the slight pressure building up on his arm. Something wet was dripping on his face.
He opened his eyes and found himself staring into dull and lifeless ones. The figure was standing beside his bed. It's hair was wet and blood ran down from his head and eyes. He looked over to his arm. The figure was gripping it tightly. He yanked his hand hard out of it's grip until he got it free and fell down to the floor on the other side of the bed. When he peered over the bed after a while the figure was already gone.
He looked over at his arm; blood was smeared over it. He shakily raised a hand to touch his face. When he drew his hand back thick dark red blood covered it.
Ron was sitting on his bed staring, open mouthed, at his best friend.
The right side of Harry's face was covered with blood. He was sitting there staring at his hands, which were smeared with blood.
"What in the name of Merlin happened?" asked Ron, finally getting his voice back.
Harry turned and stared at him, he opened his mouth to speak but words failed him. He couldn't explain it either.
She was walking towards him.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks..
She silently walked towards him kneeling at his bedside.
Her eyes were closed.
She was saying things he couldn't comprehend. She was opening her mouth but no voice came out.
Before going, she placed a small piece of parchment on his palm, with writing on it.
He tried to get up, but it seems that there's something heavy on top of him.
Draco opened his eyes. The sun's rays were playing on the stone walls and floors of the room.
It was a dream...
Why was she crying?
It was no use climbing back to sleep, the sun had already reached his eyes.
He stood up and stretched and padded slowly towards the bathroom.
A piece of parchment lay forgotten on the floor.
Winky entered the headboy's bedroom with a faint pop.
Dobby doesn't want to do the job because the headboy is one of his former masters. (The others are busy preparing for breakfast.)
Dobby is a bad elf; if Dobby doesn't want to do the job, Winky sure will.
Winky is a good elf.
She started with the bed sheets. Eyeing it carefully, she raised her knobbly hands and made a motion of shaking it in the air. The grass colored cotton bed cover rose in the air and began flapping itself clean, while the white bed sheet underneath it stretched out, flattening out the creases the headboy made. The bed cover slowly fell on top of it perfectly. The pillows magically fluffed themselves up.
Winky hurried over to the other side of the bed. Picking up pieces of clothing and trash along the way.
She came across one un-crumpled piece of parchment. She opened it there were some scribbles inside. Maybe it was important. She flew it towards the piles of book on top of the dresser.
He'll find it there. She thought.
She surveyed the room once more. Satisfied with her work, she quietly popped out of the room.
Draco came out of the bathroom, dripping wet. A towel hung loosely on his hips. His long hair was plastered across his forehead and big fat beads of water were glistening on his skin.
He was rinsing his hair when he heard noises in the other room. Thinking that Granger had already woken up. He quickly rinsed off and got out of the bathroom without drying himself.
Sighing, he slowly padded towards his bed.
His bed was already made. He climbed up it and sat cross-legged on the center, crumpling it yet again.
The house elves love to work anyway.
He was rubbing the towel on his head, drying his hair, when he heard the shower open.
He froze. He listened carefully at the sound of the water pouring out.
He imagined her; head tilted upwards receiving the water full force on her face.
Soapy water slowly washing down the curve of her back.
Soap suds running down her long legs.
He remembered the feel of her bare skin against his.
He imagined himself inside, standing behind her. His hands were roaming her body, touching every inch of her skin he could reach.
Her eyes were closed, her head was resting on his shoulder.
Stop!
He threw the towel to the floor and jumped up the bed.
He should stop thinking about those kind of things.
He hurriedly got dressed and walked to the dresser to pick up his books.
He needed to go talk to his Arithmancy teacher, Professor Vector, and discuss with him his need to transfer seat. He would seat anywhere but near her.
"What's this?" he mumbled. He snatched the folded piece of parchment up and started to open it when he heard her bathroom door slam shut.
He head jerked up and tucked the paper inside a book. Thinking that he'd read it later.
Hermione sat down. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked really tired and had huge eyebags under her eyes. She grabbed the lipstick in front of her. Opening it, she looked at it closely before capping it and throwing it on the table. She sighed and walked towards her closet.
She made a deal with him. She could be in charge of her own body, but will have no contact with Draco. And if she did, he would do something more drastic than before. She agreed, but pleaded to have a single chance to talk to him.
Anything will be better than staying in a dark room watching someone wreck your life.
It was still a little bit early, when she entered the Arithmancy classroom. The room was empty except for the professor and a single student, whose head was under the table.
As she walked toward her regular seat, she couldn't help but to think that she will be sitting next to Malfoy.
He'll never talk to her anyway. After all that happened, she would be surprised if he even acknowledged her presence. She sat on her chair sadly, looking at the empty seat beside her.
"Miss Granger." Hermione looked up and saw Professor Vector motioning for her to come over.
"You will be please to know that you won't be needing to share your seat with Mr. Malfoy." said the Professor, looking at her smiling.
Hermione was dumbstruck. She looked over her shoulder. Students had already started to enter the classroom, but she had caught a glimpse of his face over at the far left end of the room. She turned her attention back to the professor, who was looking at her happily.
"W-why?" She asked, her voice cracking.
"Early this morn, Mr. Malfoy came to my office and had kindly requested for a transfer. He said --"
Did he really? She asked herself. Did he hate her that much? Something inside her chest was hurting horribly.
She looked over her shoulder again and saw him looking at her. He quickly looked away and started bringing out his books and parchment.
"-I thought you'd be pleased with the arrangement yourself, so I gladly gave him the permission." finished the Professor.
Hermione looked at the floor, She felt as though a large bucket of ice was poured over her head.
Draco watched her as she went back to her seat.
It had to be made.
He could never risk his pride or possibly his heart be trampled again. He would stay as faraway from her as possible; he would wake up earlier than usual and retire late in the night. He would only speak to her during meetings with the prefects or teachers.
He had to do this; it was, after all, for his own good.
Everybody was going out already, except for him. He was slowly putting his books back into his bag. She stood up.
"Ms. Granger, you seem a little bit out of it today." said Professor Vector.
Hermione turned her head around quickly. She felt a sharp pain run from her neck to the back of her head. She winced. Her temple was throbbing.
It was quite true, she spent more than half of the class looking over her shoulder; watching him forlornly.
"I'm okay professor." she said forcing a smile. She turned around, to grab her book bag but her eyes were quickly scanning the room for him. She saw his robes outside the door; he was leaving. Her hands missed her table by several inches. Upsetting her balance.
"If you have a problem, feel free to talk to me. I--"
"Yea-yes. Professor." she said hurriedly, swinging her book bag over her shoulders.
The professor looked at her worriedly.
She didn't have time for this. She thought impatiently, so what if she didn't understand half of the lesson.
"I'm fine, professor. But I really have to go." with that she hurriedly ran out of the classroom.
She looked left, down the corridor and found it the deserted. She heard a rustle of clothes and looked right. She saw the hem of his robes swish out of sight.
She hurriedly ran towards him. She found him kneeling at the center of the corridor tying his shoes.
"Malfoy." She called out.
He straightened up and slowly turned his head to her direction. His eyes met her for a second; he slightly nodded his head before walking away.
"Wait." She said.
He slowed his walk a little bit before returning to his usual pace.
She ran and caught the hem of his clothes.
"You're wasting my time." he said, his gaze straight ahead.
"Draco, I-I-"
"Lets get this thing over as quickly as possible. The less time I have to deal with you, the better."
She looked at his face. Why wouldn't he look at her?
He sighed at started to walk again but she held him in place. He turned around and looked at her, crossing his arms across his chest.
She let go of his sleeve and looked at the floor, he was now looking at her, what did she want to say anyway.
"I don't know how to say this, but I-"She looked up and saw him staring at her; his eyes were boring a hole into her.
She blushed and looked down again, "I just want to say that I-I-"
She was cut short when she heard footsteps. She looked up and saw him walking away from her.
She heaved a breath and slowly sank down to the floor.
"I'm sorry" She whispered, looking at his retreating figure.
Hot tears spilling down her cheeks.
A/N(1): I cannot believe this!!! Guys!!!!! Thanks soo much for your reviews!!!
I was really thinking of dropping this fic all together, to tell you the truth this fic's giving me a hard time. I don't know what happened to my brain for coming up with such a complex plot. But I'm really glad you guys liked it! and because of your constant reviews, I'm going to do my best. I also hope you like the horror scenes. I had a great time writing them!!!!!!!!! I know this is such a short one compared to the second chapter... promise I'll make the next longer
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