Chapter Eight
Ok so we are back in the captured storyline. Please review guys mentions in next chapter up for grabs. Enjoy love C.J.
"Me?" Hermione asked shocked. "What have I d-" She was cut off by Draco forcing a hand over her mouth.
"Silenco," he said and for the second time in a day Hermione found herself unable to talk. She rolled her eyes at Draco as if to say "come on."
"Malfoy," a voice said at the door. Draco strode over to the door and opened it, a mask of annoyance on his face immediately.
"Pertwee. What could you possibly have to say to me that could be worthy of my time." Hermione realised she had not fully appreciated how sarcastic Draco could be when he wanted to be.
"I..well...kind...of," Draco raised one eyebrow.
"If you so much as breathe in my direction again without very good reason then I will not be responsible for my actions." He said in a low voice. before slamming the door in the face of Pertwee. He grinned slowly as he turned back to face Hermione.
"And you Miss. Granger I'm afraid you are going to have to stay quiet until this potion has worn off." Hermione's mouth opened in protest as if we was going to say something before remembering that she couldn't speak. "I am sorry Granger," he said genuinely apologetic "but you where straying too close to territory I don't like." Hermione sat down on the bed. "Can you trust me though Hermione did you hear enough?" She nodded hesitantly. Before standing up and walking over to Draco's desk he wanted to stop her at first. He really didn't need Hermione realising what he was reading but she simply walked past it to the bookshelf behind picking up Hogwarts: a history. She sat in Draco's desk chair and gave a thumbs up. He smiled he had never met anyone but Hermione who appreciated good books.
The pair sat for the next half an hour or so in quiet, Hermione read in silence being lost in a book made her feel as though she was miles away. Draco watched Hermione read she seemed so absorbed in the pages or his book smiling at certain points and frowning as others as though she disagreed with the author. He shuddered to think how close she had come to discovering his motivation for escaping. Draco was in love with Hermione.
He shuddered even to think of it, he had been raised in a home absent of love. As long as he could remember he had been told it was an abhorrent feeling. His father had taught him nothing but cruelty and malice whilst his mother. Draco thought she may have been worse. She was cold and icy separate from the world around her and detached from the situation she found herself in. Unable to escape from the prison she had created in her mind even for her young child. When Draco had gone to Hogwarts for the first time he had seen love in action, brotherly love, parental love and friendship. These things seemed alien to him. He was so used to words like alliances, hate and fear that friendship, love and hope seemed like dreams or dreams of dreams. As he had progressed through the school he had come to appreciate the value of these emotions, he saw how they could become power as well as weakness. In his sixth year he had seen Hermione with Weasley and Potter and something inside of him had snapped: he realised he was jealous. Not of their friendship he had accepted that quiet jealously years ago. He was jealous of them, they who got to spend him with her and talk and watch her.
With new found emotions inside him the end of his teenage years had been hard. He knew what his father was doing was wrong. Muggles and muggleborns, they weren't that different from him were they? That's what Granger had taught him. In fact she was better than many pure-bloods he knew.
Every time his father's group caught a girl he went to see her immediately, his father thought it was enthusiasm for his project but it wasn't. Each time his father announced they's caught a muggle-born girl his heart caught in his throat. "It couldn't be her could it?" He asked himself and each time he saw the girl relief flooded through his body. He knew it was wrong, the poor girl would suffer horrifically and cruelly if she survived at all but it wasn't Hermione. Draco had tried to sabotage the mission quietly sending girls to sleep before casting horrific glamour spells on them to think they'd been raped in their sleep. He never took a girl first knowing a simple spell would reveal that she was probably still a virgin and therefore he had lied. He imagined a million times how he would escape with the girl but each time he just couldn't manage to go through with it.
Until today, the moment he saw Hermione he knew he had to break her out of this place, even if it killed him. In his daydream he imagined them together but he knew it was an impossibility, "she was dating the Weasel wasn't she?" he thought.
His daydream was interrupted by Hermione loudly slamming the book shut. Draco looked up. "Everything ok?" He asked. She pointed to her throat and he took his wand. "Finnate incantarum," he said.
"Thanks," she replied her voice a little croaky before coughing loudly. "Much better. You didn't need to do that Draco you know I wouldn't have asked you anymore if you didn't want me to. I do trust you. I didn't need to ask you anything the fact you were willing to take the Vertasium was enough proof. But-" She didn't finish the sentence Draco crossed the room in one stride and leaned in pressing his lips to her.
Hermione felt Draco press his lips to hers. She placed her hand on his shoulder as if to push him away but something about Draco felt right in a way Ron never had. She pulled Draco in feeling his lips smack into hers as the pair met in a fury of hormones and emotions that caused through both their bodies.
