Disclaimer: I am completely faithful to the ships I start out with!
Draco hurried up the stairs into the shelter of the screened porch. It had started raining ever since he had lost those two idiots in London.
Who did Lucius think he was? Sending morons out to watch him, he thought angrily, looking out into the storm.
Lucius had obviously underestimated his son. Draco was slightly disappointed. He had expected more that just an escort since the Skeeter article. But then again, his father was known for doing the unexpected sometimes. Draco finally turned away from the hostile elements to that damned white door. He had hated the color, prefering the black one of his manor. But hey, what was he to say. He had chosen the place for one specific reason. Location. Not for color. Knocking on the door, it immediatly opened revealing a scared looking girl on the other side. She was no more that nineteen, wearing a wrinkled blouse and some dirt-stained pants. She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. Something Draco had immediatly hated about her. She was beautiful to say the least. Her china doll features were accented by her pale compextion.
Draco pushed past her, ignoring her greeting and silly questions. The house was silent, testing his patience with it's erie shadows as the rain pounded into the glass.
"Draco?" He turned to face her, looking her over with little interest. He again walked past her, up the stairs and into the bedroom, looking around for any signs of disturbance. All he found was an unmade bed and a dresser lacking of certian feminine products. The house was barren, carrying only the neccesaries and void of all the luxuries Draco knew. The girl appeared at the door, her pale face expressing extreme worry and distress.
"Draco?" she said again, trying to gain the attention of the only contact she had. Still he ignored her, feigning ignorance as he brushed past her, taking the stairs two at a time, scanning the rooms for agitation. For any sign that someone else had been here. She appeared again, keeping a respected distance. She fidgited as he searched, looking for the right words, yet coming up with the same calling.
"Draco," she called, her voice begging for recognition. Finally he turned, his eyes laden with cold indifference.
"What?" he asked impatiently. She paused, the intensity of his voice stunning her into a painful silence. Rolling his eyes he walked away, his path to the kitchen clear due to the lack of obstacles in the current living room. She followed him in silence. When she finally regained the voice she hardly used, she spoke with increasing uncertianty.
"Where have you been?" He turned to her, observing her with the little respect he had for her.
"That's not your concern," he stated, his eyes fixed on the rocking trees outside. She frowned.
"It's been almost a month. I missed you." His heart almost constricted with guilt. Almost. He rolled his eyes, exiting the empty kitchen and reentering the living room.
"Oh please, I don't want to hear it from you again." The girl frowned, trailing him out.
"Draco."
"What?" he asked, his piercing grey eyes boring into her green scared ones. She avoided his gaze, suddenly at a loss of words. Draco looked her over, his eyes giving away nothing. When she said nothing he approached her, his tall, intimidating frame towering over her.
"Do you have something to say, Tori?" he asked coldly. She wouldn't look up at him. Looking up at the ceiling for devine intervention.
"Look at me." She shifted slightly, wringing her hands nervously. Draco sighed. "Tori, look at me." She looked up, chewing on her lip.
"I'm... Draco, I'm..."
"Spit it out!" he snapped, his patience wearing thin. She looked down at her hands.
"I'm... I'm pregnant." Draco felt as if Hermione had hit him again. He stared at Tori for a minute then turned and walked up the stairs. Tori ran after him, her eyes filling up with unshed tears.
"Draco!" The door slammed in her face, leaving her facing an ugly white door. She gulped and knocked on the door. "Draco please!" She heard a crash behind the door and her hands started to shake. Taking a deep breath she knocked again. The door was yanked open and revealed a shaky Draco. He was sweating perfusely and was paler than usual.
"Say something..." she mumured, taking in his desheveled appearance. His breathing was labored as he glared at her. His eyes traveled to her stomach. It hadn't changed much since the last time. Tori reached out to touch his arm but he pulled away.
"Draco..." she whispered, her eyes pleading with him.
"You're pregnant..." She nodded, trying to get an expression out of him. Nothing came. He was a closed book. He always would be. He moved out of the way and let her in, his grey eyes flashing with the lightning in the storm. She hesitated then stepped closer to him.
"Draco say something, please..." He grabbed her throat, pulling her closer, their breath mingled in front of their faces and their eyes clashed, one with fear and one with pure hatred. He pinned her against the wall, his lips searing hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, causing her to moan. He marveled in the way her body felt against his. He hated her. Hated her for being what she was. For making him feel the way he did when he was around her. His hands dove under her shirt, running up and down her back, taking in every part of her greedily. He moved to her neck, biting down hard on her soft skin. She pulled away, gasping.
"Draco!" He growled at her, pressing himself firmly against her, asserting the dominance he felt. His lips moved up and down her luscious flesh, his hands taking in every curve and dip. He hated it. Everything. The loathing he felt for her suffocated him. He began to unbutton her shirt, his lips once again burning hers in a battle he knew he would win. She struggled against him, trying to pull away. He knew she was losing. She would always lose. Finally she gave in, letting him pick her up, her legs wrapping around his slim waist. He carried her to the bed, laying her down. He felt powerful. Strength rippling through his muscles as he kissed her. Their breathing became labored as they struggled to maintain some sense of reality. Soon all that could be heard was the rustling of bedsheets and the soft sound of clothing as they were shed haphazardly. Draco knew in that moment he loved her. As he held her body close to his, he loved her. He loved the way he hated her and he hated the way he loved her. It was a vicious cycle that he wouldn't trade for anything. As they reached a climax, the dominance broke out and he claimed what was his. He wouldn't worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow would figure itself out...
Hermione watched the storm, her eyes lighting up when flashes cracked through the sky. She pulled the blanket more tightly around her. She ignored the fluttering of wet wings as they entered they entered the window. Harry and Ron had been trying to contact her eversince she had expelled them from St. Mungos. She held onto her glass of steaming tea as she turned to face the two owls. Hermione sighed and walked over to the storm beaten birds. She stroked them gently.
"You poor things... They really want to talk to me don't they." Pig squawked. Hedwig fluttered her wings, glaring at the little nusance next to her. Hermione walked into the kitchen and took out some treats she kept just in case. Setting them on the counter. She watched in silence as the two birds eat.
"What am I going to do?" She had brought down her guard when dealing with Draco, then she allowed herself to get caught up in a dream she knew she couldn't live up to. Now she had thrown all morals out of the window by allowing the Ministry all access to Draco's file. Luckily they didn't know about Torince...
Tori woke the next morning to a vacant space. She looked out the window, the violent elements still battling, clashing with the grey sky. The trees around were waving helplessly as the storm continued its onslaught on the land. She pulled the blankets more closely around her as she glanced around the empty room.
"Draco?" Silence. She reached out and grabbed her robe. Pulling it on she searched for him.
"Draco?" she called, entering the hall. She hurried down the stairs, looking around the living room.
"Draco!" she called again.
"What!" He yelled, exiting the kitchen. She froze. He was still here.
"I... I thought you had left." The blonde rolled his eyes at the girl and began to collect his cloak.
"I was." She frowned.
"So you're just leaving..."
"Yes," he said bleakly.
"Where are you going?"
"That's not your business." She grabbed his arm.
"It's never my business isn't it. You just come over here to have a shag and then disappear." His wand was in her face immediatly.
"Don't start with me. I don't have the time, nor the patience to deal with you." She backed up cautiously, her eye trained on Draco's hand.
"What are you going to do? Curse my like your father did?" Draco's eyes were as cold as the storm raging outside.
"My father was merciful. You keep it up and I'll show you how a real deatheater deals with a muggle." With that he started for the door.
"You can't keep doing this..."
"I'll do what I want."
"What? Treat me like the dirt I know you think I am!" He whirled around, his hand curling around her neck threateningly.
"Don't test me, Tori. You know perfectly well what I'm capable of." She glared at him until he released her. She raised a hand to her throat, eyes on the ground.
"Why are you keeping me here?" Again, Draco's answer revealed nothing.
"I have my reasons."
"Your father thinks I'm dirt." What came next cut right into her heart.
"You're lower than dirt." She looked up at him through pain filled eyes.
"Yet you married me..." Draco turned to leave, emotion void on his pale features.
"That was my mistake, not yours." She grabbed his arm again, turning him around to face her. She cupped his face in her hands.
"Do you love me?" She felt his muscles stiffen. His peircing grey eyes looking into her soul. Seeing everything. His eyes dropped to her lips and then he pulled her close, burning her with his kiss. Their lips moved against each other fiercly, in a fight Draco was winning.
Draco mind was completely confused. Every part of his being was telling him to hate her. To curse her. Kill her. Yet the lust he felt. The desire her touch brought crawling into his body stopped him. His whole life he had been trained into the knowledge that muggles were vile. That they deserved to die. He still thought that. Yet this one particular muggle was doing things to him that not even a pure blooded girl could do. He wanted Tori. He wanted everything yet nothing. He hated her for that. He hated himself.
He had her against the wall again, obviously his favorite position. He could feel her losing her breath, struggling to remain sane as he continued his attack on her mouth. His muscles rippled with desire as she moaned, begging him for more.
This was wrong. He need to get out of there. Yet he needed to stay. He had to stay. There was something in him, somewhere close to where his heart should be, was telling him to stay with her. But he knew it couldn't be possible. He would have to go. And fast.
With trembling hands, he touched her stomach, causing her to jump. Draco pulled away from her, leaving only a fraction of space between their lips. Her eyes remained closed as their ragged breaths mingled.
"I'll be back..." he breathed, his lips carressing hers gently. She sucked in some air, finally opening her eyes. She nodded silently, sensing his urgent need to disappear. He couldn't help but give her one last lingering kiss, then he disapparated.
A/N: I know sooooo many of you who were freaking out over this whole chapter! It was sooo funny! You were all, OMG! OMG! Hermione's shagging Draco! NONONONONNONONONO! It was hilarious! I've got a banner for this story. Go to my profile and click the second link. It should be there! Chek it out!
ronandmion4ever: Don't worry. I have a psychotic cousin also! You'll make it! Hold strong! Yeah, I couldn't have Ron and Harry upset the whole time. I was kind of debating on wheather to have Ron appear in this chappie while Hermione's chatting to herself but I opted against it. It would ruin the romance if I did anything this soon. PS: (I'm sure Neville is a wonderful kisser also, just not as good as that sexy bastard Draco!)
Reader of Canon FF: If it was Hermione, I would probably just shoot someone. I wouldn't read anymore of it if It was. I wouldn't write anymore if it was. Thank God It aint!
Coconut Girl: Yes, well, hugs and being plastered against the wall by a worst enemy are completely different things. BTW, last pm was hilarious!
Wesker888: I personally liked writing this chapter. Mainly because of all the reviews about people freaking out over the chap tease!
Quatto: Luckily, you don't have to think about what you would do if it was Hermione.
Avanell: No more need to freak out!
I totally loved writing this chappie. Everyone's all anxious to read it! I also liked the relationship Draco has with Tori. It's the typical draco thing to do. Even if he does love her. Draco's just an idiot when it comes to feelings. He's been trained to hide emotions. Sharing them with a muggle is the last thing he wants to do!
Chapter Tease:
"Hermione, please!"
"No! I have to do this..." she yelled back. Hermione could feel the tears running down her face. She bit her lip then hugged him, ignoring his sligh jerk to be free. They held each other for a moment then she pulled away, looking up at him.
"Tell Harry good bye," she whispered as she headed for the door. He stood there watching her leave.
"What about me? Don't I get a good bye?" Ron asked sadly. She turned to face him, words evading her. They just stared at each other then Hermione turned, shaking her head as she opened the door.
"Don't come after me..."