Chapter – 11 Monsters

So here is the next chapter as promised. Happy reading!

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Hermione stared flabbergasted at her potions partner. Today Slughorn wanted them to partner with a student they never were partnered with before instead of their usual partners, apparently to check students' capabilities and increase their unity or something. So of course being the top two students Hermione and Draco were not together much to his frustration. Though she would not say today was her lucky day as somehow, now Mclaggen occupied Malfoy's seat and was proving himself to be more intolerable than Malfoy. Usually they had a good coordination Hermione had to admit. The annoying part was when Malfoy would be trying to hold her hand or put his hand on her knee. Due to some weird reason he always kept touching her, be it soft, seductive brushes on her skin that gave her goosebumps more often than she liked or holding her hand or rubbing her thigh. However those instances were flitting as he actually did his share of his work. In case of Mclaggen, he just sat there talking nonsense and flirting with her letting her do all the work. Just now he had blurted out loudly that he knew Hermione wants to ask him to the Slughorn's party but is too shy about it. He also assured her that he was also interested to go with her. To make the matter worse Harry and Ron had been working on just the table behind them and Malfoy on the table beside her. The three of them also stared at her now with different expressions of outrage and surprise. Harry's glasses rested on his nose as he looked at her without lifting her glasses. Ron's face had turned to pink as she spluttered trying to say something and Malfoy was glaring daggers at Mclaggen. Hermione could not help but feel a little bit of satisfaction seeing their expression especially Ron and Malfoy. They always thought she is at their disposals. So she turned towards Mclaggen with an extra sweet smile and ignoring the murderous looks she was receiving, asked him for tomorrows party.

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The long red dress swished and swirled as she walked towards the hall, arm in arm with Mclaggen. She ignored all his babblings as dread swelled in her with each step. Last night when she had entered into her shared common room after dinner, Malfoy had cornered her. He had backed up against a wall and pressed his body on hers caging her. Then he had kissed her jaw, murmuring against her skin " what the hell was that?" Hermione had felt a cold shiver ran down her spine as she stared into his eyes. She had always thought them to be too flat, grey. But now she could decipher how his eyes darkened and lightened with mood. At this moment, his eyes were so cold and angry that it freezed her. For a moment she feared what would happen with her tonight. "Answer me!" Draco roared. It felt too loud for her ears, so close. She stared up at him and realisd she indeed had indeed done a very silly thing in the spur of the moment. His sharp features were almost glowing in the semidarkness of the room. "It was nothing." "Nothing? It was nothing?" he growled slamming his palm on the wall. "you are not allowed to go out with anyone else!" he hissed. Hermione suddenly felt indignant. Who was he to dictate her every move! She was independent to do whatever she wished. She gripped his tie tightly and pulled, bringing his closer if that was possible " Stop ordering me around! I'm not your whore neither you are my master." Hermione hissed angrily. It was the first time she was using such words. Normally it would have shocked her but around him her worst side could come out. "Then you will be! You are mine and I don't share. Or do you want that Granger? I could arrange something I'm sure." Malfoy sneered in her ear. Hermione's anger faded as a new wave of fear washed over her. He has been learnng drak magic and she knew how many disgusting dark magic rituals there are. He can't have meant what he said right? Hermione regretted that she had left her wand in the pocket of her robe which she had put on the couch along with her bag to grab a glass of water."I told you it's nothing. He won't be touching me." her voice cracked a little as she raised her voice. "He better not!" Malfoy confirmed before catching her lips in a rough kiss.

Hermione nervously adjusted her comb that pulled her hair away from her face, as she remembered what happened last night. Malfoy had picked her up on his shoulder and took her in his room. She was put on the bed and before she could utter a protest he had found her hands tied to the bedframe with his geen silk tie. Hermione had started to yell at him to stop but he had swiftly tore off her shirt with his bare hands and had descended upon her trying to devour her mouth. Her movement stopped by his bodyweight thrown upon her, his lower body trapping hers, his one arm holding his upper body on the bed and his another hand running all over her body. Hermione shivered as she remembered him hovering over her in white Oxford shirt and tailored black pants, eyes dark like stormy clouds as she laid beneath him in nothing but her underware and shoes. Her hair has loosen and came undone aroud her face. He looked breath taking like an evil angel or somethin as he had came upon her like an angry predator and kissed, sucked and bit her skin that was revealed before his eyes. The feel of him on her bare body was good enough to make her shiver even if the person was so wrong. He was hard muscles bundled in soft layers of cloth on her. As his clothes dragged on her almost bare upper body and thighs, it had created an odd burning sensation in her lower abdomen and she had wanted to grip him more tightly against her body at the same time she had wanted to push him away. She was aroused , maybe a little, not that she knew too much about these feelings. But it had scared her. What was happening to her? Is it Stolkholm syndrome?Why was she slowly getting attracted, no used to her captor. He was literally sexually harassing her. She should loathe him, not to mention that his father was a deatheater and he was also probably one in training. But man! he knew how to make her body feel all kinds of unknown things that she was ashamed of feeling for him. Last night he had licked, kissed and sucked all the skin revealed before him whenever he stopped kissing her. However he hadn't touched below neck. His attention was completely focused on her neck as if marking her as his own. Then he had released her. Even just thinking about it reminded the tenderness of the five lovebites on her skin, hidden under the disillusion charm. Two had even drawn blood. He had kissed her forhead softly and whispered her to leave as he won't be able to control himself if they went further. Hermione could not understand what to think as she had stared into his mercury eyes.

Hermione shook her head slowly trying to get rid of the feelings that returned with these memories. She looked at Mclaggen, he was still talking about something. She kept looking everywhere as they walked towards the hall, in search of Malfoy as her hand subconsciously rubbed on her neck.

Hermione thanked her lucky stars that she had found Harry behind the curtains, otherwise Mclaggen was so determined to kiss her, she could not have escaped him. She alowly crept out of the hall trying to swallow the dragonballs she had stuffed in her mouth, watching for Mclaggen lest he accosts her again. She wondered if it will really make her mouth stinky. Immediately a pair of grey eyes flashed in front of eyes. Well Malfoy's problem and her gain that would be. Hermione snorted as she made her way towards her room.

" Get away from me!" - Hermione stopped before turning the corner. It was Malfoy's voice. Hushed voices could be heard in the alley shrouded in almost darkness. She inched towards the wall and peaked slowly. It was Malfoy and professor Snape. Professor Snape had him pressed against the wall as they carried on their, what seemed like a heated argument. "Let me help you Draco!" Snape hissed loudly. "No it's my job! You just want to steal my glory. I've to do it alone, if I want to get my reward."- Draco hissed back furiously. He seemed drunk. "And how will you do that? Like this? Drunk and by getting caught by Flitch?" "None of your business! Stay out of it" Draco spat. Even drunk Hermione could pick out the dangerous edge in his voice. Draco pushed Snape off him and made his way towards the other end of the hallway. Snape stood there, his back facing Hermione. "I know the reason he called you tonight" Snape called out. Malfoy froze in his track. "So you are more than my trasporter, it seems!" His tone was mocking. "You want Granger" it was not a question. Malfoy whirled to face Snape again. Hermione noticed the slight sway in his movement. He must be really drunk if he is so unstable and got himself caught by Flitch. "Stay out of my business dear godfather or I'll kill you!" His cold voice slithered through the hallway. Hermione stared at his face lit by the light coming from the opposite hallway, it looked dangerous and maniac like. Snape seemed to notice it too. He spoke quietly, " I know what you have done so far boy. But you are not a monster as they are trying to make you believe." Hermione stared at Snape shocked. "Then you don't know me"- Draco drawled and walked away. Snape sighed and started to walk towards the opposite end of the alley as well, possibly following Malfoy. As they went out of hr sight Hermione started moving again. She couldn't decide what was the more surprising part of the conversation. Malfoy was apparently onto something for the other side and Snape was knew it too. IF she had interpreted it right Snape was the one who was transporting Malfoy to wherever he was being called to. Harry was right. It was not that surprising as well. She knew somthing was going on with Malfoy. However she didn't know what to make of Snape's involvement. Professor Dumbledor was firm on his trust on him. Something deeper must be going on. Hermione decided to ask Harry more about Snape the next time she saw him. It also seemed Malfoy's obsession with her ran deeped than she had perceived. They had mentioned he wanted her. Hermione couldn't wrap her head around that information too. Snape's last words still rang in ehr ears, 'monster' that's what he called Malfoy, that's what Malfoy believed he was. "But he is"- a small vindictive voice whispered in her mind. Immediately she remembered what she had seen in the memoir, the words he had spoken to that Slytherin boy, "was he?" Wasn't he also an seventeen years old boy. Shouldn't he be just a seventeen years old, not somebody who was being turned into a monster. She could suddenly feel nothing but pity for him. She could see the haunted look on his face as she had asked about his parents. Hermione's mind felt addled as she tried to decide what she felt about this.

So here I'm ending this chapter. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon as well. I have finished my final exams and I am free for probably a few weeks. In this mean time I fully intend to finish this story. Thank you so much for all the comments. As I have mentioned before even if one person wants to keep reading my story I'll keeping posting. More comments are always welcome. Your comments are my motivation.