Corruptive

Chapter 11 - His Game

Disclaimer – I don't own any of the recognisable characters in this story.

A/N – Since reading the Half Blood Prince, I found this story no longer fits in with the Harry Potter series. Still, I will continue this story, though it will now have to be AU. Completely ignore the sixth book when you read this please:D:P

Last Chapter – Draco set a cold stare on her, eyeing the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. If there was one thing that Draco hated, it was emotions. Emotions – feelings – were weak. Crying overstepped the border.

"Hermione, if you're going to cry just do it instead of teasing that weak emotion with unfallen tears," Draco said harshly. He would offer no sympathies to such weakness.

"How can you even speak of emotions when you know nothing about them? You've never felt love, sadness or pain-"

"Don't tell me what I haven't felt!" Draco roared, his tone dangerously low. "You don't know me. You don't even know yourself!" He laughed a little through the last sentence. Hermione took a shocked step backwards. That comment had hit her – hard. This whole issue with her family was still very sensitive, just thinking about it hurt. But for him to say it so outright – Hermione really thought Draco was over all that childish behaviour.

Hermione didn't reply to his last comment and instead, after fixing him with a cold, hurt glare, turned away looking rather upset. The tears in her eyes, threatening to spill, glistened in the light from a small arched window. Hermione gazed out the window at the blue sky, white puffy clouds and sunshine. The freedom; Hermione would pay any price to be out of this wretched place, just to be free again; to not feel so owned.

A single tear fell from her eye just as a cloud passed over the sun. She bowed her head and turned her face from Draco, not wanting him to see her pain.

I need to get out of this place, Hermione thought, her mind reeling with ideas. It only took her a few moments to come up with a plan. Slowly, with deliberate sluggish movement, Hermione began for the staircase behind Draco.

"Where do you think you're going, Hermione?' Draco asked. Hermione remained silent and continued walking towards the stairs. As she reached Draco – just as she expected – he stopped her.

"Hey, answer me," Draco demanded, pushing her back lightly. Hermione let out a small noise and collapsed on the floor by his feet.

"Bloody hell!" Draco exclaimed and dropped down beside her. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head. Draco quickly grabbed his wand from his robe pocket.

"Enervate!" He said softly and Hermione's eyes opened immediately. Little did he know it was all an act.

Hermione looked wide-eyed at Draco.

"Water," Hermione croaked, pointing to her throat feebly. "Please."

She hated this – she sounded as though she were begging.

Please work! She thought desperately.

Draco studied her for a moment before reluctantly conjuring up a glass of water. Hermione paused; this wasn't going to work.

Think!

Draco waved the glass of water in front of her impatiently. "Are you going to take it or not?"

Hermione propped herself up onto her elbows, sitting up. She took the glass and sipped, eyeing Draco almost suspiciously. Immediately she spat the water out to her right.

"That's disgusting; it tastes like its come from a sewer! Don't tell me you can't even conjure a glass of water efficiently?" Hermione deliberately teased.

Just give me the wand! She really wanted to say.

Draco glared at her and conjured up another one. Hermione again tasted it. The water actually tasted great but great-tasting water wasn't going to get her out of here. And, just as before, she spat it out.

"Pathetic attempt," she pushed him closer to his limit. "A glass of water … for Merlin's sake, Ronald could do better!" Draco flushed red and furiously narrowed his eyes.

"You couldn't do better," Draco said loudly, getting angrier and angrier by the second.

"Well, let me prove you wrong, Malfoy," Hermione said, extending her hand towards the wand. Draco eyed Hermione's hand, considering it. Just when it looked as thought Hermione's plan would work; Draco put his wand back in his pocket. Hermione felt her hopes fall.

"Nice try," Draco smirked. Instead of glaring at him as Hermione so wished to do, she controlled herself and collapsed again. Breathing heavily, she looked up at Draco pleadingly.

"Okay, enough of the games Draco, I'm tried of playing. Please, I need water. Don't you have a kitchen or a bathroom or anything with a tap around here?"

Hermione wanted to scream at herself for being so pathetic.

Draco appeared to be buying it, however. Even so, Hermione increased the pace of her breathing and barely moved. She made it appear as though it were a struggle to keep her eyes open. Draco seemed to think she was being sincere.

She's on the verge of fainting, Draco thought. Besides, where would she go? It's impossible for her to leave the Manor – not that she knows that. The bathroom is just up the hall. I'd catch her as soon as she walked two metres – max.

"Go anywhere and I'll find you," Draco said threateningly. Hermione replied by fluttering her eyelids closed and lolling her head to one side. To Draco, it appeared as though she had fainted. This made him feel better about leaving her unsupervised for a moment.

Where can she go when she's unconscious?

Maybe she sleep walks, the little voice in the back of his mind said. Draco laughed at himself.

So it was decided. Draco stood up and walked down the hallway. He walked backwards until she was out of sight, and then he turned. He hurried towards the bathroom, glass in hand. Little did he know that he would not be fast enough.

Hermione's eyes sprang open the moment she could no longer hear Draco's footsteps. She didn't look, she didn't think – she just ran. Hermione couldn't risk running down the hallway – Draco could surely see her. So instead she bolted up the stairs. Taking two at a time, but being careful to be quiet, she reached the top in a few seconds.

Hermione suddenly realised that she had never been up here before, but she didn't stop to look around. She ran to her right, passing about half a dozen doors before she thought she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She threw open the closest door and rushed inside, closing it behind her as quietly as she could.

Leaning against the door, Hermione tried to regain her breath. It was at this point that Hermione took in the room around her. It was carpeted a cream colour with various bright coloured rugs scattered across the floor. A bed lay opposite the door – white wood twisted in elegant swirls, the linen various shades of pink and with more pillows than Hermione would wish to count.

A white dresser sat beside this with a large mirror on the wall above it. Hairbrushes, combs and clips of all sorts sat on this dresser as well as a wooden jewellery box adorned in gems. A shelf filled to the brim with toys and dolls faced the bed on the left. Books sat neatly on the two bottom shelves.

Hermione jaw dropped. This was a little girls' room. Her first thought was that Draco had a younger sister that no one knew about. As she took a few steps towards the bed, another thought hit her.

Draco has a daughter!

Hermione shocked herself with this thought, but it sent her mind into curiosity. She sat down on the bed and bounced a couple of times. It was very comfortable. Leaning back on the many pillows, she observed the room a little more. Everything was so old fashioned – but then again, what wasn't in this house?

A bedside table, now to her right, had three drawers, each with a tiny golden knob on each. Her curiosity was overwhelming – she reached for the top drawer and pulled it out. A photo album, bound in black cloth sat in the drawer. Slowly she picked it up, revealing a second one underneath it, this one bound in red.

She ran her fingers across the cover. On the black album, gold letters running across the top read, "Before". The red-bound cover red, "After" in the same golden letters. Puzzled, Hermione began to open the cover-

Suddenly the door burst open, scaring Hermione so much that she gasped and dropped the photo album into her lap. Draco entered the room, smirking in triumph at finding her. But then, as he glanced around the room and as his eyes landed on the photo album in Hermione's lap, his face all of a sudden fell. He dug his hand into his pocket, pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Hermione, furious.

Hermione looked at Draco with wide eyes, petrified. The look in his eyes told her it was not a hollow threat. She gasped louder than she had when he entered and threw a pillow in front of herself, just as Draco fired his spell.

"Accio photo albums!" The red and black-bound albums flew out of Hermione's lap and across the room into Draco's outstretched hand. Hermione looked cautiously over the fluffy white pillow clenched tightly in her hands. She was breathing so heavily she was beginning to feel light-headed.

Hermione had been so sure that Draco was going to curse her. Her heart was beating rapidly and her whole body was shaking. Slowly, she lowered the pillow, placing it before her on the bed. She never took her terrified eyes off Draco's furious face.

"What the hell did you think you were doing? Trying to trick me? And for what, to get out of here, to leave – to escape!" Draco exclaimed. "There is no escape from here."

Hermione's eyes narrowed in confusion – "How could there not be a way out?" – But she didn't dare speak.

"And how dare you wander around the Manor as though it is your playground? This room is not for you, these albums are not for you. I don't know how you managed to come across this particular room, but it is out of bounds," Draco said strictly, reminding Hermione a lot of a teacher. "I never want to see you in here again."

There was a moment of silence – a pause in which Hermione slowly took all this in. She so desperately wanted to say something but wasn't sure she desired the consequences. It rose up within her until she could no longer contain it.

"Do you have a daughter?" Hermione blurted out. Draco's eyes lit up in fury and Hermione immediately regretted asking.

"GET OUT!" Draco roared. Hermione flinched and jumped out of the bed as quickly as she could. Draco grabbed her wrist roughly and forced her out of the room. He took one last look at the room before slamming the door behind him. Outside in the hallway, Draco set Hermione with the coldest glare he could muster.

"Never again," Draco said each word slowly, injected both with the utmost threat and malice. Hermione's eyes flickered down from his face to the albums clenched tightly in his hand several times. Draco, upon seeing this, muttered something under his breath and the albums shrunk immediately. Hermione's eyebrows shot up into her hairline.

Advanced wandless magic?

Draco tucked the now tiny albums in his inside-robe pocket, eyeing Hermione angrily, warning her with his eyes to back off. He did not, however, pocket the wand.

"Move, Granger," Draco said, smirking with a dark glint in his eyes. Hermione turned and walked, as instructed, with Draco right behind her.

"I asked you not to call me that," Hermione said between gritted teeth.

"Old habits never die," Draco whispered harshly in her ear and Hermione could hear the smirk in his tone. His voice made her shudder – she loathed him more than she could express. He made her think she could trust him and then he turned around and poisoned her; then again when he turned her into a clown. What would he come up with next? Hermione didn't want to know; not one bit.

"Where are we going now?" Hermione asked, deliberately slowing her pace. This move was met with a swift jab in the back with Draco's wand.

"To meet your parents," Draco reminded her, glancing at the back of her head as though she were stupid not to remember. "Surely you don't want them to think of you as a clown for too much longer."

Hermione took a deep breath, counted to about ten and then released it. As angry as she was, she was trying hard not to let Draco get to her. She wouldn't give him that power – he had enough of that over her already.

"You could be nice every now and then, you know? It wouldn't hurt," Hermione suggested quietly, almost a mutter. Draco caught it though, paused momentarily and then just laughed. Hermione felt more anger bottle up inside her, which she contained, but not easily.

"You know," Draco said grabbed her wrist and whipping her around to face him, "You're actually kind of cute when you're angry."

This tipped her over the edge.

SLAP!

The sound was loud and sharp – like a snap; quick. Blood rushed to Draco's left cheek, flaming it immediately.

Draco did not take kindly to such gestures.

SLAP!

Hermione took a shocked step backwards, clutching her face – it was also inflamed. Draco and Hermione glared daggers at one another.

"How many times must I remind you that this is my house, with my rules and you are my prisoner?" Draco said looking down on her. "I am the rule-maker here, not you." He paused, taking the time to touch his crimson cheek, before adding, "Don't touch me again."

More threats; would they ever end?

Hermione, too, rubbed her cheek; it was stinging like mad and had her wishing she hadn't lost total control over herself.

"Aren't you tired of these games, Draco?" Hermione asked. "Aren't you sick of acting like children?"

"I'll tell you what I'm sick of," Draco said, stepping in close to Hermione and grabbing her chin roughly. "I'm sick of a little know-it-all bookworm telling me what to do when I'm the one holding her captive." He held her face close to his, intimidating. Draco smirked at her with narrowed eyes, daring her to say something – to retaliate – but she did neither. Hermione simply stood there, staring back at him defiantly. Draco's brow creased.

I'm supposed to be making her feel uncomfortable and low – she's not supposed to do nothing back! Time to show her who's boss.

So Draco did the thing he knew would get the best reaction from her – and show her that it's Draco's game, not hers.

He leaned even closer and kissed her for the ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­second time. As expected, she did not respond, but as Draco moved around in her mouth, he knew his plan was working. She began to back away from him but Draco grabbed her shoulders, slowly lowering his hands to her waist. It was quite a boring kiss in Draco's opinion – she wasn't responding at all!

Nevertheless, he was having more fun than he expected to have. Just feeling Hermione trying to squirm away from him told him he'd won this fight. The more she resisted him, the tighter his grip; the fiercer his kiss.

Hermione started making small, painful noises. But Draco's didn't stop. He wouldn't – no, couldn't – stop. This feeling of dominance, having such power, was exhilarating. Hermione's moans of protest became steadily louder and more urgent. This didn't stop Draco either. He became rougher as he pushed Hermione up against the hard stone wall. She whimpered and Draco thought he may have felt the wetness of her tears on his cheek but he didn't pause to check.

His hands were roaming everywhere. Draco was unsure why he was doing this – it made no sense. It was just so thrilling that he couldn't even think of stopping. The voice in the back of his mind was pushed back even further, drowned out by Draco's sudden temptation.

So lost in ecstasy, Draco did not hear the footsteps. But Hermione did.

"Don't touch her!" The words were comforting for Hermione, but as soon as Draco released her and they both stared at the owner of the voice, she felt the calm rush out of her.

The tiny, pretty blonde-haired girl had tears streaming all down her face, looking terrified as she clutched onto the hem of her pink dress.

"Get your hands off my mummy!"

A/N – Yet another CLIFFY! Don't you love them? winks I do, at least.

This chapter is a bit of a surprise, huh? Draco's darker side is coming out and Hermione is proving to be a little tricky. This chapter has brand new ideas in it as I've completely changed the plot for this story. If you thought you knew what was coming, you have no idea! cackles evilly

So, how is Hermione this little girls' mother? What's with the photo albums? And will Hermione ever meet her real parents? … Well, I can answer the last one – she will be meeting her parents soon:D:D

But as for the rest …

I'll update soon!

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