"Hermione are you sure you're okay?" Harry's concerned voice asked her. "You seem a bit distracted these past days." His eyes were filled with genuine concern and Hermione just couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, Harry. I'm sure." She told him reassuringly. "Don't worry. I guess my mind has been occupied lately. I mean with everything that's going on." She sighed and looked down. "I mean who isn't a bit out of it these days."
Harry nodded. "True." He said, his voice low. Hermione looked up at him. There were many things she wanted to say to him, express to him, but she knew they wouldn't help. All she could do was be there for him whenever it counted. "I just don't think you and Ron should come." He added in a bare whisper.
"Harry, we've been over thi-"
"I know we have!" He interrupted her urgently. "But listen, Hermione. If I lost either of you-"
"You're not going to!" It was Hermione's turn to interrupt. "You won't." She added quietly.
"But I just can't risk it." Harry was looking down to the ground now. "I don't think I could do it without either of you by my side."
"And that is exactly why we're coming, Harry." She leaned forward and patted him on the shoulder. Those were her final words. She waited for a sign, and got it when he gave a small nod. To be honest, Hermione was very nervous. They had gotten information by someone within Voldemort's ranks (None of them were told who it was, only that it was a reliable source) that the Death Eaters were planning a mass attack on the ministry this upcoming Friday, which was only two days away.
Hermione knew that it was going to be a very intense battle and that Voldemort would use everyone available to him during this attack, since it was a very important one. She also knew that most of the order was coming, but compared to the number of Death Eaters, they were at a vast disadvantage. It had been hard convincing the rest of the order to let them fight, so she was definitely not backing up from this. And of course she was scared out of her mind, but she knew she had to do this. She knew it counted more than anything to protect the ministry. With the ministry gone, there would hardly be any hope left.
So the next to days came by and passed. On the day of the attack, the whole order was at the Burrow, waiting for the signal from the men at the ministry who had been stationed as look-outs. Hermione felt jittery and nervous all day. The tension within the house was very uncomfortable. Everyone was thinking the same thing: this might be their last few hours of living.
Hermione strangely felt like she was in one of those old battle movies where the soldiers were getting ready for their final battle. In those movies the best friend of the hero always died, which of course didn't help calm her nerves. She had tried reading, but not even that was able to distract her from the upcoming event.
It was about 6 in the evening when they received the first signal. It was green sparks coming out of the fireplace in the kitchen. The whole house went completely silent. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. The green sparks meant that the first Death Eaters had been detected, which was an obvious sign that they were getting ready for the main event. Half an hour later, red sparks flew out. Everyone in the house without a moments' hesitation turned in their spot and apparated.
The scene that met Hermione and the rest was catastrophic. There were people running everywhere, screaming, yelling, trying to find their friends and family or trying to make their way to a fireplace. Hermione had already lost sight of anyone in the order, but no spells were being fired from her side of the room. She looked across the big entrance hall of the ministry to see dozens of Death Eaters in their hooded cloaks, throwing hexes into the crowd, obviously trying to clear out the people, not caring if they killed them in the process.
Hermione could hear them shouting in laughter as they did this and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Aurors were rushing out of the elevators, trying to do something about the huge mess, but they were completely defenseless since there was a possibility of hexing an innocent worker if they tried to get at the Death Eaters.
That's when Hermione caught sight of Harry running up towards the big block of Death Eaters at the front along with Lupin, Kingsley and Mr Weasley. At once, Hermione set forth as well, deciding she would assist them in whatever they were trying to do. She could see from the corner of her eyes Tonks trying to get people to stop shoving at the fireplaces and helping them one by one escape from the mess.
The second she reached the front, she began throwing spells at Death Eaters and dodging theirs. She was already in a fierce battle with one cloaked figure as Moody, Mrs Weasley, Bill and Fleur arrived with even more people following behind them. The people who were helping people get away were doing a good job, for Hermione realized the voices had gotten quieter. Now it was safer to battle.
She had completely lost track of how many were against how many. The hall was filled with shouts of hexes and screams of agony, or in some cases shouts of glee. Hermione had began battling two Death Eaters at once, one coming to her from both sides. She ducked just in time to avoid a curse from one of them, which ended up hitting the other one. While the caster was caught in surprise, she managed to stun him, allowing herself just a teeny smile before moving on to the next one.
As she took over two more cloaked figures, she saw Ron battling exactly three at once on the far side of the hall. She saw he was getting in trouble and all the other order members were too busy to help themselves, and Harry had completely disappeared to God-knows-where.
Quickly finishing off the current Death Eaters in the same exact manner as the other two (she rolled her eyes on the inside at their stupidity), she ran over to where Ron was putting up a decent fight for someone who was getting attacked from three sides. She Threw a hex at the one closest to her, nearly missing his ear. He had obviously felt the spell that had nearly hit him and turned around to face her.
Hermione felt him perk up as he saw her and quickly throw a spell at her. She blocked it off quite easily, but began having trouble once he really started to go. She could tell this one was a bit stronger than the ones she had battled previously and it took her a lot of effort to dodge all his curses. Soon, the two were in an intense battle session. Hermione began recognizing his technique and matching it with her own. Only after a couple of minutes, did she realize they had moved away from the rest of the group. She had been backing up slowly and it seemed this was exactly what the Death Eater seemed to have wanted.
Without realizing how it happened, Hermione all of a sudden lost grip of her wand, letting it fly across the room. She was being pinned up against the wall with a wand pointed at her face.
"Funny how we meet again, Granger." A familiar voice spoke to her.
"Malfoy." She said in realization.
"Always enthusiastic to see me, aren't you?" He chuckled and pushed his body into her, earning a groan on her part. He leaned closer to her ear. "You don't know how long I've wanted to get you in this position, Granger." He whispered. "Wand-less and defenseless and completely in my control."
"I will never be in your control." She spat at him. "You can't make me do anything."
"I wouldn't bet on that." His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Hermione was having trouble breathing. For some odd reason having his body so close to hers was making all her senses go a little crazy. With a flick of his wand, his hood was off and his face was revealed. He was smirking at her. "Now..." He looked at her questioningly. "What shall I do to the infamous Hermione Granger, now that I have her exactly where I want?"
"If you want to kill me then just do it." Hermione told him, trying to put as much hate into her voice as possible. She frowned when he laughed.
"And ruin all the fun?" He chuckled. "No way! I want to torture you..." He added on a more serious note. His voice had turned low and malicious. It kind of freaked Hermione out. "I want to hurt you in a way that no one has ever done. I want to completely break you. But how?" He thought out loud. "How do you break the smartest witch of our grade?"
Hermione stared back at him, at a loss of words. Her brain began working out strategies that would get her out of this situation; cry out for help, struggle to get free, hurt him somehow; but nothing would work and she knew it. She began panicking. What would he do to her? She tried to brace herself for whatever was coming. She tried to be calm, but found it was easier said than done.
But she only truly felt fear rush through her when she felt his hand on her thigh. She Gaspar loudly. No, no, no, no. He could not try to -
"What's the matter, Granger?" He whispered huskily in her ear. "Are you afraid that big bad Malfoy will hurt you?" His hand was traveling slowly upward, freaking her out more by the second.
"St - stop. Malfoy -" She stuttered. "Don't. Please." But he only chuckled.
"Who knew." He said. "I think I found out what freaks you out the most. Your weak link." His hand slipped under her robe. Hermione's body began trembling. She tried to move her arms to stop him but found they were already bound to the wall by some invisible ropes.
"Malfoy not even you are evil enough to do this." She whispered urgently, silently begging her words to be true. "I know you are better than this."
This time Malfoy gave a little laugh. "And you know this how?" He asked her. His hand was dangerously high up her thigh now. "And what are you afraid I'm going to do to you? Are you afraid that I'll rape you?" He hissed at her, emphasizing the 'rape'.
Hermione whimpered and closed her eyes. She could feel her body began to shake as his hand finally reached the crotch of her pants. He leaned in closer again. "Relax." He whispered. "You don't have to make it painful. I could make you enjoy it."
Hermione whimpered again. She didn't even open her mouth. So many thoughts were rushing through her head. What was he trying to achieve by this. Once again she was puzzled by this boy's actions. And as his fingers began to slowly move around on her crotch, she forced herself to relax. She would only make it worse by tensing up and freaking herself out. She needed to think clearly about the situation so she could find a way out.
But luckily she didn't have to. Just as Malfoy's hand was ready to undo her pants, they heard a shout. "Malfoy, let's go!" Someone shouted. "It's over, let's go!"
Hermione heard him swear under his breath and look around his real quick. Turning back to her, he gave her a piercing stare and whispered words that Hermione would hear in her dreams almost every night for a long while after this.
"I'll be back for you, Granger."
With another smirk at her, he turned on the spot, disapparating away, leaving Hermione to collapse to the ground.
Curled up in her bed, Hermione was trying hard to fall asleep, but it was hard to do so. She couldn't close her eyes, because every time she did, she saw those misty gray eyes that had pierced hers with that intense stare twice now. It was very hard for her to get him out of her mind. It had already been three days since the attack, and she had barely gotten any sleep.
The whole Order was stressed out, though. They had been battling for a long time, before finally getting the Death Eaters to back up. It had only been by chance, too. Somehow during the time that Malfoy had cornered Hermione, some Death Eaters had taken out Moody, but not before he had called in some more support. The Death Eaters had been taken by surprise as more people showed up, which gave them time to corner them. Unlucky for the order, though, they weren't able to capture or kill any of them. The Order had only lost Moody, otherwise getting only minor injuries, but he still was a great loss. They couldn't afford any more of those after the death of Dumbledore.
But all this wasn't as bothersome to Hermione lately. All she could think about was those eyes and to what had almost happened. What she really didn't understand, other than Malfoy's intentions of course, was her dreams she'd been having about it. The dreams were what caused her to not want to sleep anymore. Of course she hadn't told anyone about them and she wasn't planning on it, for they were embarrassing and very very wrong.
She had been fantasies about her and Malfoy and possible scenarios that could've developed if the Death Eater hadn't called for Malfoy. But the weird thing was, that in her dreams she was actually enjoying the encounter. In her dreams, all she could hear was his whispers repeating over and over again. And his last words haunted were the worst. His threat was sending chills down her spine constantly, and she wasn't sure whether they were good or bad.
Hermione felt completely absurd at the thought of having sexual feelings for Malfoy, but her dreams portrayed just that. It made her want to not sleep so she wouldn't have them again, for she knew they were completely inappropriate and uncalled for.
She sighed. What in the world was going on with her? How come Malfoy - of all people Malfoy - was affecting her this way? What was it that got to her about him, other than the obvious stated previously? Why did his power, the change in his character intrigue her so much? Why did she get tingles in her stomach every time she remembered his body pressed so close to hers or his hand running up her thigh? Shouldn't she be feeling repulsed?
Sighing again, Hermione decided to give sleeping another shot. She was completely exhausted from the lack of sleep and the stress she had been dealing with lately. Closing her eyes, she tried hard not to think of a pair that belonged to someone she didn't want to be thinking of right now. As she felt sleep overtake her, she wished silently to herself that there would be no such dreams tonight. Her wish would not be granted.
AN: Hey guys! Second chapter's done!! I hoped you guys liked it! I'm not sure if I did. I honestly don't know how I'm actually going to get them yet. I have to think a little bit for the next chapter. I'm not sure how it's happening yet, but I promise it WILL happen!!
Oh and another funny thing. So the part where Hermione was trying to get out of the "situation" that she was in with Malfoy, I was listening to a song while writing it. The song was called "Heaven Forbid" by the Fray. If you guys know that song (or even if you don't) there's a part in there that goes like "I don't know how to get you out of this one" and it just repeats it over and over again, and I was just like...woah!!!! ahahah. But yeah. Just random funny note. Lol.
Anyway I'm done now. Please review! I love hearing your thoughts! And thanks to all those ppl who have been doing it!!
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