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In a split second, Hermione had yanked the sheet up over her and spun onto her back, staring at a familiar pair of silver eyes in a mixture of shock and fear. Her heart was beating so fiercely, that she was sure it was going to jump from within her chest at any moment.
Draco hovered over her with one hand pressed into the mattress beside her waist, the other beside her head. He reveled in the distress and surprise he saw swirling within her eyes.
Hermione noted that his head was tilted to the side, staring at her as if she were the anomaly in this situation. His pale hair fell over his forehead, a few long strands falling into his eyes as he gazed at her with that cruel, seductive smirk.
Hermione blinked, completely at a loss for words.
Once she got past the fact that Malfoy was in Blaise's room…alone…with her, she then remembered what had happened not even a minute ago. He…he had touched her! So intimately, so seductively that she had thought he was Blaise. He had completely violated her personal space and the worst part was how gentle he had been about it!
She shuddered as she recalled the pleasure that she had gotten from his touch. Even though she'd had no way of knowing that it was him, it disturbed her to know that he was capable of that. She was used to him tripping her, cornering her in corridors, but this! Hermione didn't even know that there could be anything gentle about Malfoy…
The anger finally set in, long overdue, and her eyes hardened.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Her voice came out much higher than she intended and even she almost winced at the sound of it. She couldn't help it though. Malfoy trying to shove her down some stairs was normal. Malfoy cursing her was normal. Malfoy knocking her books out of her hands…normal. Malfoy sneaking into Blaise's room and touching her and hovering over her so intimately was not normal.
His smirk grew at her question and she noted, with fear, that his eyes seemed to almost light up with amusement.
"I got to thinking, you see…," he began.
Hermione glanced to her right at the nightstand, eyes landing on her wand. Draco didn't miss this, and his smirk grew more sinister.
"Blaise is a great guy, with great taste. I've been looking at this wrong this whole time. I thought to myself, 'he clearly sees something in you that I don't, possibly never will'."
His words brought her attention back to him and she stared at him with wide, cautious eyes. He was so close that she could feel his body heat, warming her suddenly cold frame.
"When I walked through that door, I did not expect you to be here… This was not my intention when I walked through that door…," he let out a husky chuckle, one that made her nervous "…however, upon seeing you in such a vulnerable position, I just couldn't help myself."
Hermione swallowed nervously at the sight of his grin, glancing at her wand again before resting her eyes on him. She needed to get her wand, but she didn't want to take her eyes off of him for one second. This was new and she didn't know how to approach the current situation. She didn't know what was going through his head, what he was planning and that scared her.
"So…I think I understand it now. I think I…," he ran his eyes over her with a leer, lowering his voice "…see what he sees."
"Malfoy, you've got one sick sense of humor. If you leave right now, I promise that I won't tell Dumbledore about this," she spat through clenched teeth.
He raised an eyebrow, leaning in some more. Was that supposed to be some sort of threat?
"Is that supposed to scare me…Hermione?"
Hermione didn't like the sound of her name coming from in between his lips. She couldn't pinpoint why, just that she didn't like it, not one bit.
"What do you want from me? If this is your way of scaring me away from Blaise, then you've got another thing coming. I-."
"I wonder what would happen if he walked in right now," he mused, completely ignoring her.
Her heart froze and goosebumps erupted over her skin as his words reached her ears. He trailed his eyes over her again, much slower this time.
"I mean…I know that you two aren't actually together, but I'm certain that this would drive a wedge or two between the two of you. Wouldn't you agree?"
He leaned in closer and Hermione tightened her grip on the sheet, pressing herself further into the bed. Hermione inhaled, taking in a deep, shaky breath.
"Is that what this is? Is this your new way of trying to get rid of me? Is this revenge for my quip about your endowments…or lack thereof?"
Her question came out icy, mocking and his eyes narrowed.
"No. This is simply me knocking you off of your pedestal," he spat.
"Accio-."
His large hand was over her mouth in no time and she reached out towards the nightstand, but he beat her to it. Her wand clattered to the floor and she felt her blood boil.
"Blaise seems to think that you are a rarity amongst the rest of these bimbos. He's under the impression that you're different…a fucking unicorn. This is me proving him wrong," he said.
Before she could even register what was happening, he had swung his leg over the bed, straddling her. Hermione was now much more aware of her state of undress beneath the sheet and she fought against him. Just what the hell was he doing?
She gasped when his fingers grasped her hair, yanking her head back, exposing her neck. Her heartbeat was setting a record at the moment and there was nothing she could do to stop it. His thighs were pressed down on hers, pinning her down, and his nose was trailing along her neck. Hermione's breath was coming out in short, choppy pants, her chest heaving.
He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear.
"I'm going to prove that you're just like the rest of these slags. I'm going to prove that you would open your legs for either one of us simply because he's Blaise Zabini and I'm Draco Malfoy," he whispered.
His breath tickled her skin, making her shudder.
"You're no different from the rest. You're not special," he purred.
She squirmed beneath him and almost sighed in relief when he sat up, only to gasp in shock when he rocked his hips against hers. Her eyes widened and she pressed her hands against his chest, only for him to grip them and pin them beside her head.
"Malfoy…you've had your fun-."
"Oh, please. I'm just getting started," he darkly replied.
Hermione bucked her hips when he ran his tongue along the skin of her collarbone, teeth grazing her flesh. His chest brushed against her sheet clad one, raising goosebumps along her skin. His hips rolled against hers again and Hermione felt her throat go dry. She could feel her skin becoming clammy, body trembling; she was nervous.
She was nervous because even though her mind protested, even though she loathed Malfoy with a passion, her body didn't appear to be on the same page. Her body did not know that she despised Malfoy. She could feel her entire frame heating up, all of the heat seaming to travel towards the same direction. This scared some sense into her and forcing her legs up and beneath his stomach, she shoved him off.
She took great pride in the way he landed on his back on the floor. She hurriedly pushed herself back against the headboard and he stood up, hard eyes trained on her when the door opened.
Her wide eyes met those of Blaise and he looked between the two of them in shock which bled to confusion which then bled to suspicion as his eyes finally rested on Malfoy.
"What the hell are you doing here, Draco?"
Malfoy didn't miss a beat, smirking before sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"I was looking for you and I didn't know that Granger was in here. I was just about to leave, actually," he smoothly said.
Blaise narrowed his eyes at him before resting his eyes on her. It sounded reasonable enough, but after the last encounter with the three of them, it was safe to say that Blaise didn't trust Draco around Hermione at all.
"Hermione?"
"He just startled me, is all," she whispered, almost too quickly.
Blaise rested his eyes on her for what felt like a nerve-wracking amount of time before reluctantly looking at Malfoy.
"Right. I'm actually glad that you're here… I need to talk to you, anyway," Blaise said, gesturing for Malfoy to lead the way out.
Blaise sent her a reassuring smile before closing the door behind them and Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Hermione pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she stared ahead. She hung her head in defeat, forehead pressed against her knees, trying to force the feel of Malfoy's lips on her skin out of her mind.
"Hello! Earth to Hermione!"
Hermione blinked, brought back into the world of the living by Ginny's voice. She had zoned back in just in time to side step a fellow schoolmate, almost knocking the both of them over in the process.
"What is going on with you today?"
She turned to her right to face Ron who gazed at her in concern. Harry was to the right of him, looking past Ron's shoulder, also looking at her with worry. Hermione shook her head, forcing herself to focus on Ron's question.
"I just had a bit of a rough night, is all. It's nothing to fret over…," was her lame response.
"'Mione, you didn't answer a single question in class today. Call me crazy, but it looked like Snape was actually getting worried for a second there," Ron replied.
Ron was half joking and half serious. She had been acting very unlike her, worrying both Harry and himself.
Hermione swallowed, recalling the torture that was Snape's lecture. She had actually forgotten that they'd been paired up now and when she had walked into the classroom, her heart had dropped at the sight of Malfoy sitting in his seat…at their table. Her misery had to have been obvious because Malfoy latched onto it like a constrictor.
He had whispered the most inappropriate things during class. He had taken every single opportunity to touch her in some way. Whether it was brushing his thigh against hers, reaching over to grab his quill that had somehow 'magically' rolled over to her side. He even went as far to brushing his hand against her exposed leg while picking up his parchment that had 'slipped from his fingers'.
To add fuel to the fire, he had gone on and on about how Blaise would tire of her. About how temporary she was. About how she was nothing.
She hated him. Merlin, she hated him! She could say that now with absolute certainty. She didn't understand, she just didn't understand why he hated her so much. She didn't understand why he was trying to do everything in his power to keep her away from Blaise. This was something that clearly meant a lot to him. She was a mudblood. He was disgusted by her, so the fact that he was willing to go so far as to 'seduce' her to get Blaise to end things with her, said a lot about his will.
She shook her head.
"Am I not allowed to have an off day or two?"
"Mm, well…I guess you do have a point there. You're always so on top of everything, so I guess it's safe to assume that every now and then you'd crack," Ginny agreed.
"Thanks…Gin. I really like the way you worded that," Hermione sarcastically replied.
Ginny threw her a mocking smile.
"So it's agreed then? We're all going to Hogsmeade this weekend," Ron proposed.
Hermione guessed that this was the part of the conversation that she had missed.
"I uh…I can't. I have something to do."
Harry's voice reached her ears and Hermione turned to stare him down.
"Really? Like what?"
Harry clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Just something personal, Hermione," he replied.
"Nothing dangerous, I hope. We all know how you can be," she firmly said, making her implications obvious.
Ron and Ginny glanced between the two, picking up on the tension and opting to stay out of whatever was going on.
Harry's jaw ticked and he glanced away.
"No. Nothing dangerous."
Hermione didn't trust his tone and was just about to reply when a commotion drew all of their attentions towards the middle of the corridor. A rather large crowd had formed and as they neared, Hermione noted the look of fear on students' faces, some even backing up. As Hermione's eyes settled on the spectacle, she then understood why.
She sharply inhaled, feeling as if someone had punched her in the gut as she watched Malfoy bring his fist across Blaise's face, turning his head so sharply she winced. She stumbled back as Blaise leaned down and wrapped his arms around Malfoy, roughly shoving the fair haired boy into the other wall.
Loud gasps and murmurs filled her ears as Malfoy visibly winced, his back, no doubt, in immense pain. Blaise brought his fist into Malfoy's stomach several times, not even stopping when Malfoy was doubled over. Blaise hooked his fist to the left, connecting with his face, but as Malfoy fell, he took Blaise down with him.
"Heh. You think they'll kill each other?"
Hermione swung her head around, hair flying as she stared at Ron with wide, fearful eyes. Ron nervously chuckled.
"What? It was a joke…mostly…"
She shook her head in disbelief at him before turning back around. The two of them were on the floor now and Hermione realized, in horror, that they didn't look to be stopping anytime soon. She glanced around and noted that everyone seemed to be rooted in fear.
"Someone has to stop them," she breathed.
"Hermione, no one wants to go near that, rightly so. It looks as if they're trying to kill each other," Ginny whispered.
Hermione glanced around again and realized that Ginny was right. Nobody knew what to do. Hermione's eyes fell on Pansy Parkinson who gazed at the two in a daze, too scared to stop them, too scared to leave, too scared to move.
"Parkinson," Hermione yelled.
Parkinson's head snapped in her direction, eyes wide.
"Do something," Hermione cried.
Parkinson frantically shook her head.
"I'm not getting in the middle of that, Granger," the dark haired girl shakily replied.
A harsh cry brought her attention back to the pair and Hermione stumbled forward as Malfoy had Blaise on his back, repeatedly sinking his fist into his stomach. Hermione brought her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out. Get up, Blaise. Get up! He didn't get up. Anytime he tried to so much as lift his head, Malfoy would bring his fist back down.
Hermione felt her heart drop when Blaise coughed, blood staining his lips. He feebly reached his hands up to grab Malfoy's fists, but Malfoy simply shoved them away before bringing one fist down to his face and the other to his stomach. Again…again…and again.
"He's not stopping," Ginny whispered, horrified.
Hermione's vision began to blur.
"Stop! You're killing him."
But Malfoy didn't stop. Malfoy didn't even pause, didn't give any indication that he had heard her. Hermione ran forward, ignoring the cries of her friends.
"Malfoy, stop," she shrieked.
As soon as her fingers made contact with his arm, she found herself on her back, staring up at him in shock. He had gotten off of Blaise, standing over her with a look so cold. His hair was damp with sweat and clung to his forehead. His bottom lip was beginning to swell, blood already beginning to dry on them. His left jaw was purple, the bruise traveling up the side towards his eye.
He took a step towards her and his fists clenched, drawing Hermione's attention to the blood and bruising there as well. She swallowed, prepared for whatever he was about to do, whatever he was about to say, because Hermione had a feeling that what had just happened, had to do with her. Before anything else was done though, Malfoy was suddenly slammed into the wall.
Hermione hurriedly scooted back, noting the hands that were now helping her to her feet. Blaise had one hand around Malfoy's neck, holding him in place, while the other was used to punch him with so much force that he stumbled. Blaise stumbled back too, but Malfoy kept stumbling before he eventually collapsed, catching himself on his hands and then passing out on his back.
"Move! Move! Everyone out of the way," McGonagall's voice reached them, too late.
She sharply inhaled at the sight before her, the Head Girl and Head Boy behind her. Hermione imagined that it was a sight to behold; two bloodied teenage boys, passed out and the other leaning against the wall, hanging onto consciousness for dear life.
Hermione's eyes connected with Blaise's, not detaching for a second, even as he was hauled away to the infirmary.
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