Drowning in Spite

Summery: The summer of fifth year—the days of developing, growing and adventure of the teenage experience. But what happens when your innocence is abruptly taken from you? With no heart, no conscious and absolutely no one to hear your cries—what are you to do? Draco Malfoy finds out the hard way, after being introduced to the most secretive Malfoy tradition ever known. And the only person there to hold his bleeding heart is the last person he could ever want to see. Come; read this story as all the characters go through riveting experiences concerning the coming of age, sexual preference/exploration and the meaning of life.

Disclaimer: Sorry, but I don't own any of the characters.

Warning: This is a very Dark fic. Please DO NOT READ if you are offended by ANY of this.

A/N: Okay, so they're more mature this year. The story is a little lighter from here on out, Draco's father isn't around, and Hermione seems to be fitting into her own skin comfortably now. This story is off to a smashing bang!

Chapter Six: Hypnotize

WARNING: VIVID SEX SCENE.

Hermione wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt, twitching uncomfortably between Harry and Ron. They were riding in a carriage heading up to the castle. Within an hour's time, Hermione would be relaxing in her own Tower, with her unknown partner, the Head Boy. She was greatly relieved when she had heard a rumor that Malfoy had not been nominated for Head Boy, due to his misconduct last year. Although previously, people had said the title would definitely go to him. She sighed and Harry looked down at her. His hair had grown out of control over the summer. It covered his eyes most of the time, and he had to push it to the side constantly. She had vowed to cut it for him.

"Are you nervous 'Mione?" Harry asked, reaching out to grab one of her sweaty hands. She shivered as he tickled her soft palm with the tips of his fingers.

"Yeah, I'm nervous," she said in a breathy tone. Ron turned to look at her flustered face and saw their hands touching, he quickly looked away.

"You'll be fine, I promise. You're Head Girl now; you get to rule all of us, Oh Mighty Mione!" Harry said, watching her giggle. Hermione looked up at him and pushed some of the hair out of his face. Her stomach began to flutter as Harry removed his fingers from her palm to rest on her knee. The carriage came to a halt and Ron exited out of the carriage first, having dropped his wand accidentally from his pocket. He had bent down when Harry pulled Hermione to him. He lightly pressed his lips against hers and pulled away to look into her face.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, her face upturned, her eyes were droopy as she surveyed his lips.

"I've been feeling like this all summer Herms…and I know you might still have feelings for Blaise, or…you might not be ready…but—"

"—what are you guys doing?" Ron asked, straightening up to see Harry's arm wrapped around her waist and Hermione sitting straight up to lean into his embrace.

"Oh Ron, Harry pulled me from the door in fear that I might step on you, and I seemed to have fell forward onto him instead!" Hermione laughed aloud. Ron grinned, relief flooding his face.

"Good, I didn't want to get involved in a stampede!" Ron said as Hermione punched him playfully on the arm. He helped her out of the carriage, and Harry jumped down next to her. She felt tiny standing in the middle of two giants. Both Harry and Ron towered over six feet, and although tall herself, she only came up to their chins. Harry had decided to experiment over the summer, having pierced his cartilage in a muggle shop with Hermione, she loved seeing Harry squirm when she got her second hole pierced, and she finally convinced him to get it done too. It had been the day after the horrible fight Harry had had with Malfoy. She had confronted Harry about his accusations of Malfoy being gay and he shrugged her questions off, claiming that he said it in the heat of the moment. She then degraded him on his horrible attempts to gay-bash, and forbid him to ever say such things ever again, no matter who it was.

They stood in the Great Hall now, robes bustling. Head Mistress McGonagall sat in the middle, grinning at the incoming third years and up. She especially smiled at Harry. Although the Dark Lord was still among them, he was lost without his followers, who were all dead. In the beginning of the summer, Harry had established a connection with the Dark Lord's mental thoughts. He was able to pinpoint all of the Dark Lords, torture them into giving information, and killed them. The only one of the Dark Lords servants they hadn't caught was Lucius Malfoy, who proved to have nothing to do with the Dark Lord. Everyday Harry would feel a little weak, due to the Dark Lord dying, a mortal man. Harry was afraid that he too would die because of the connection they shared, but Hermione felt strongly otherwise. He had nodded at McGonagall as they walked over to the Gryffindor Table. Hermione saw Malfoy's platinum blonde head dodge between people as his cronies pushed others out of his way.

Many of the Slytherins surveyed him with complete and utter disbelief, others nodded their heads in approval and many went as far as to bow to him. Hermione found this very odd.

She smiled at Ron and Harry as she sat down between them.

"I'm FAMISHED!" Ron bellowed, stretching. He leaned over to pull a plate towards him, eager to see a pile of chicken fill his plate. Harry grinned at him and placed his hand in Hermione's hand under the table. Startled, she looked up into his warm glass-framed green eyes and melted. This was her best friend, her best friend. She pulled her hand from his and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. He immediately shifted gears and started talking about her new position as Head Girl.

"Yeah, my schedule is less hectic this year, but extremely complicated." Hermione frowned. "I only have two out of six classes with you Harry, Ron!"

"It's okay, we'll come to see you everyday after class during your free periods," Ron said, touching her tenderly on the shoulder. She looked up at him, his long straight nose; rosy cheeks and long flaming hair made his face look young and energetic, like a boy should. She sighed, caught off guard by Ron's warm grassy smell and bright blue eyes. It was then when she realized…she was sitting in between two of the hottest guys in Hogwarts. She looked around to see several girls staring heavily at both Ron and Harry. One girl even complimented Harry on his new piercing, which showed due to Harry tucking some of his hair behind his ears. The platinum loop glowed under the enchanted moon-ceiling. Hermione rounded on the girl, giving her an even stare, before the girl dropped her gaze to her plate.

McGonagall stood at the front of the hall to address the new students and name some of the new rules of the year.

"Hogsmeade will need a new bartender for The Three Broomsticks, assistance is needed, and you need to be a seventh year and have perfect markings to obtain the job. You will be paid for your work, and it is every weekend 1pm-8pm!" McGonagall straightened her hate before continuing.

"Also, I would love to introduce your new Head Girl and Boy! From Gryffindor, we have Hermione Granger!" A roar of applause erupted through the Great Hall as Hermione stood, blushing, "and from Slytherin, Draco Malfoy!" There was another roar of applause, and some made hissing noises to represent the house Mascot as Malfoy smugly stood to look at the Great Hall. He glared at her from across the Hall, and Hermione felt as if her heart had stopped.

"NO!" Hermione bellowed at the top of her lungs as she entered the Tower for the Head Boy and Girl quarters. Harry and Ron followed behind, both wary of Hermione's rising temper. The glass filled with flowers exploded next to her and she whirled to look wildly at her two best friends. Harry waved his hand over the flowers, fixing the vase. She stomped her foot like a stubborn child as he levitated the vase back to the table.

"Calm down Mione, he won't be here long. He'll do something to get himself expelled, you saw him last year…" Ron said reassuringly. He smiled warmly at her. Hermione never forgot the fight they had had on the Hogwarts Express last year, and despite their failed relationship, they both grew older and wiser. Hermione, however, couldn't help but remember Ron's strong arms, lovely scent and charming smile. Nor could she ignore Harry's airy smell of a Quidditch field and Chocolate Frogs. She began to tear up, sniffing up her tears. Harry had immediately wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.

"It'll be okay Mione, we'll be here to see that you're fine, right Ron?" Harry asked, looking over her head. Ron had joined in on the embrace. He pressed himself up against Hermione, hugging her. She became weak in the knees as she had a heated flash of Ron pulling her shirt over her head he, was squeezing her breast, egging Harry on as Harry kissed her neck feverishly. She jerked away from them, her face turning red.

"Erhm, thanks guys, you guys really are…erhm, amazingly…good at what you…erhm, should be doing…right now." Hermione said slowly as she went to sit in an armchair. Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks and sat in the couch adjacent to the arm chair. Hermione sat straight up in her chair, her hair, curly and bouncy, sprung up with her. She pulled her wand out and muttered an incantation, pointing to her head. Immediately, the curls fell from her head to leave her hair straight and covering her face. She took her fingers and parted her hair line on the side, creating a bang that swept across her face. She looked up to see both Ron and Harry sitting on the edge of their seat to watch her. She leaned back into her chair.

"Where is the bloody ferret anyways?" Ron asked, breaking the trance. Suddenly, the portrait hole opened, and a rather bored looking Blaise walked in. He immediately saw Hermione, looking magnificent since their encounter in Hogsmeade. She sat in the armchair, her long shapely legs crossed and her skirt a little higher up than last year. She was every inch a desirable schoolgirl.

"Hermione," Blaise said giving her a curt nod. Hermione smiled weakly and noticed Harry's eyes sharpen on Blaise's face. Behind Blaise trotted in Draco. He had stepped in, drawing up to his full height and looking around the room. He sniffed and gave a foul look towards Hermione.

"Something smells especially dirty," Draco said nastily. Harry and Ron stood to face Draco, but Blaise had already shushed Malfoy by a glare.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some rest," Draco muttered, walking towards the stairs. He turned back to look at the people in the sitting room. "I would rather like it that you imbeciles left this tower before I report all of you." Draco allowed for his eyes to wander on Harry and Ron. They both, in turn, hugged and kissed Hermione on the cheek before leaving. Draco hadn't even spared her a glance since he first entered the tower.

They left, and Blaise lingered behind, only to whisper into Hermione's ear before leaving. Draco sat on the stairs, watching her before she retired to her bedroom. She turned off the lamps and blew out the candles. Draco watched as she pulled off her shoes and socks and pulled off her robe to reveal a tight white blouse nursing her teenage yet angst-desired large breasts. Draco shivered as he watched Hermione unbutton her shirt, semi-revealing her dark bra. She sighed deeply and looked admirably around the Tower.

Draco felt sick as he moved away from the staircase, as quietly as he could. But he stumbled, and Hermione, as quick as she is, heard the noise and immediately buttoned the few buttons of her shirt closed. Draco ran into his dorm, but didn't fully close the door. He watched her walk up the stairs quietly, looking around. She saw that her door was across from Draco's door, meaning that their rooms were connected. She swore loudly and entered her room.

Silently, Draco closed his own door, and turned on his light. His room was wonderfully furnished in his house colors, and his trunks, robes, school sweaters, ties and Oxford shirts were set up nicely in the closet. He saw a very large door sitting in the middle of the wall that would be Hermione's connected room. He opened the door to see an extremely beautiful bathroom, there was a sitting room connected to the bathroom and he gasped at the beauty of it all.

He changed into his pajamas and heard the shower turn on in the bathroom next to him. He suddenly then realized something. He froze as he saw the only three pictures of him and Jon he had. He froze as Jon waved back at him, mouthing the words "I love you". The other picture was of them. Their arms wrapped around each other smiling as Jon held up the camera, snapping it. It didn't move like a normal picture. His lips were pressed outward, as if making a dramatic kiss and Jon's cheek was facing his lips, the cutest goof-ball smile ever and the last picture was of Draco sleeping, his hair messed up from having a dramatic night of sex, and Jon laid out beside him, his hand pressed fondly over Draco's heart as he slept. Jon had taken the picture, with a Wizarding Camera. Jon smiled down and was whispering "lovely" in his ear. Draco was stirring in his sleep as he did so. But the picture was peaceful. Draco, at the same time cursed the house-elves from framing his pictures and placing them on his shelf.

There was a knock at his door, and Draco jerked. He lifted the pictures and placed them in his bedside drawer.

"Malfoy?" Draco opened the door to see Hermione's wet hair and water stained robe. He could see, finely, the figure of her body, but she drew no attention to it on purpose, herself. He also saw that she wasn't completely down with her shower; soap suds were still entangled in her hair and glistened on her chest. Draco swallowed hard and watched as Hermione gave him a warm smile.

"Granger…"

"Malfoy, I wanted to know if maybe, we could be civil to one another this year…because, well, we're Head Boy and Girl. And I, erhm, noticed a lot of changes in you last year, and hopefully this year will be different for you…you seem a lot calmer—"

Yeah, because Father and I are now fucking on a regular basis…

"—and I would love to get to know you, better," Hermione said. Draco grew angry with the little wench. She was every inch a Head Girl, trying hard to recruit the un-recruit-able. Draco smirked.

"Granger, you don't want to know me, I'll tell you that. But in all honesty, I see no problem in not hexing you in this Tower on a daily basis. So yes, we may be civil to one another. But you'll still be a dirty mudblood to me, g'night." He had shut the door in her puzzled face.

Hermione was being shaken in her sleep, and she felt sick as the person lifted her into a sitting position. She opened her eyes and saw a frazzled looking Harry sitting on the corner of her bed. He was dressed in muggle jeans and a green-knit sweater, making him look much laid back. His thick rimmed glasses gleamed in the sunlight pouring through her curtained bed.

"You weren't at breakfast this morning, and I was worried," Harry said, smiling.

"Where's Ron?" She asked, groaning from having to wake up.

"He's down in the common room area waiting for us. He wanted to check the Tower out, it's gigantic." Hermione smiled up at Harry.

"I know, it's beautiful!" She said excitedly, licking her bottom lip.

"Indeed, very beautiful," he agreed. Harry leaned forward to kiss her, but it was deeper and more experimental than last nights smooch. He dragged her bottom lip between his own, and she opened her mouth to let him in. His tongue slipped into her mouth to caress her own. Hermione lifted her hands to entwine them in Harry's long hair. She couldn't believe it, Harry was kissing her. He laid her back on the bed, not breaking the kiss. He leaned over her, and moved to kiss her neck.

"Harry—Oh, Harry…" She whimpered as he moved to kiss and suckle on the tender skin between her breasts. He had pulled down her thin material of a shirt to kiss her breasts. She whimpered again as he moved away from her only to get on top of her on the bed. His legs were on either side of her legs. In their awkward position, Harry had removed his shirt to reveal a well built body. He was every inch a hero under his clothing. Hermione rubbed her hands up and down his stomach and chest. She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe what was about to happen, either. She pulled off her own nightgown, completely naked underneath. Harry gasped as he saw her beautiful body. She could see his hardness straining against his jeans. Hermione moved to settle her hand over it, massaging it. Harry groaned and whimpered. Hermione felt her body float up, and a white hot feeling was creeping into her body. She felt lustful. Harry messily unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his member. Hermione gasped at the length of it and looked up at Harry. He smiled at her and guided her hand to him, helping her stroke him. When she got the rhythm, Harry began to tremble above her. He began to thrust his pelvis into her hand, and Hermione could feel the pulse in his member beating against her palm. Before he could release, Harry pulled from out of her hand, instead he slithered down on top of her, moving under her sheet to be placed on top of her, her legs on either side of his body. Harry suckled on his fingers and moved them to her entrance to slip them in her. He laughed.

"No need for that love, you're completely pouring."

Hermione's face grew red at Harry's observation. She felt fear swell up inside her. This would end their friendship, this would, create problems. But she couldn't say no. She wanted to feel something good, something positive. An experience she was denied.

Harry's hair fell to curtain his face but she could see his glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose, he slipped into her. Hermione tensed as he entered her, she felt herself stretch, her walls accepted Harry as he moved within, going to plunge deeper in her. She could hear her wetness and him, she could smell their sex mingling in the air, and she could feel Harry deep inside her. He was fully inside her, and any doubt she had earlier of him being able to get it all in was out the window. Hermione began to shudder, little moans escaping her. As Harry pumped faster into her, she began to scream, she was screaming out in pure pleasure. She dug her nails into Harry's back. She muttered incoherent words as her body began to shake, she was going to come. She could feel it, Harry's thrusts began to get sloppy and he wouldn't stop moaning. He moaned her name and he released in her, and Hermione came right behind him, her walls contracting, squeezing him dry.

"HERMIONE!" Harry bellowed, shaking her. She came.

"Oh, Oh…Harry…! Shag…ahhh…me…" Hermione's body jerked and she opened her eyes to see Harry, terrified and somewhat flustered.

He was still dressed in his muggle jeans, and green-knit sweater.

"OH NO!" She screamed. She looked down to see that she still had on her nightgown, but she was completely drenched. She looked up into Harry's burning red face.

"…I just came in here to see if you wanted to come walk to Hogsmeade with me and Ron…" Harry whispered. Hermione couldn't stop shaking. She had had a vivid sex dream about Harry and Harry had been present at her climax, outside the dream.

"Oh no…oh no…Harry…I'm so sorry!" She apologized. He smiled at her awkwardly and stood from her bed.

"Er…it's, okay…it's ah, an honor?" Harry said nervously. He had kissed her yesterday, and now he was acting like a shy schoolboy. Hermione disliked that.

"Calm down…I…I didn't know that was happening…not that I could have stopped it, I mean, erhm…JUST GO AWAY HARRY!" she screamed from her bed. Harry jumped and ran to the door.

"Oh! And I'll come with you guys—" Harry flinched as the word "come" came from her mouth with such expressed pronunciation.

"Oh, good, good," Harry shouted before closing the door behind him. Hermione quivered with embarrassment.

After getting cleaned up, and taking many, many cold showers, Hermione had gotten her temperature down. She was rushing down the stairs, her hair in her face and her bracelets clinging loudly. She tried to button her jeans as she entered the common room to find it deserted.

"Harry? Ron?" Hermione asked, looking around. They weren't in the library, and they weren't in the sitting area. However, she did find Draco sitting in the reading room, calmly skimming through the selections of books.

"Malfoy…have you seen—"

"—Potty and Weasel? Ah, yes I did. They said they're going to breakfast, and that they'll meet up with you there."

"Ad why would they tell you that? Of all people! Why would they tell you anything?" Hermione asked, placing her hands on her hips. Draco slammed his fist into the shelf, making her jump.

"Damn it Granger. I tell you what they told me. I'm not at all ready for your bloody insults. So either take heed or bugger off!" Draco said irritably. Hermione missed a blink and walked away from him. "You look different this year Granger…"

Hermione stopped, and turned to face Draco. He was now holding Hogwarts: A History—The Special Edition. She shivered as he looked over her form.

"Do you truly mean it Malfoy?" Hermione asked. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"C'mon mudblood, can you just bugger off already?" Draco asked coolly. Hermione's cheeks flushed red, and she turned to bolt away when Draco muttered,

"I'm sorry about your summer…"

Hermione turned to stare at him, her face blank.

"I know how it must have been like, you being alone at such a time, helpless."

"Do you Malfoy? Do you really know how I felt?" Hermione asked quietly, her back still turned from him.

"You felt naked. Exposed. Completely dirty. And it was like no one knew, or be let on, nonetheless. It's like watching your whole life shatter around you, and anything—anyone you cared about—was flushed out. You were alone, and no one cared to know the details to save you." Draco said calmly. Hermione closed her eyes and released a shuddering sigh.

"Leave me alone Malfoy."

And with that, Hermione had left the Tower.