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!
RAPE SCENE. Please do NOT read if you're going to complain later. Thank you.
IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE IN THE END!
Chapter Eleven: Merry What?
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom
You're the leaky sink of sentiment,
You're the failed attempts I never could forget.
You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love..
How will I break the news to you?
MCS
Hermione grinned as she sat in the back seat of the taxi. Draco followed in behind her, extremely confused and disgruntled by the scent of the interior.
"What a ghastly thing, this creature," He said, leaning forward to look at the Taxi drivers ID, plastered onto the back of the man's seat.
"Draco!" Hermione nudged him and he sat back, a small smile playing on his face.
"Well he is!" Draco exclaimed, glancing sideways at her.
"I know, but it's dangerous to say such things…the man is driving us," Hermione whispered. She realized that the taxi driver was staring at her through the rearview mirror.
"Oh, don't worry! I brought my wand," Draco said, patting her on the arm. Hermione covered her eyes with her hand in exhaustion as Draco released a hefty laugh.
"Where are you from?" the taxi driver asked. Draco's jaw was sliding open at the abrupt question.
"I don't bloody well see how that's any of your business, mate." Draco scowled the man.
"Sorry!" Hermione shot a deadly look at Draco, "we're coming from London sir."
"I reckon you and your boy are comfortable back there?" the man asked, eyeing Draco's discomfort. Draco cleared his throat.
"We're completely fine…" Draco stated, leaning against the cushioned seat, his face upturned in disgust.
He then pressed his face against the frosting window, his lips turning up in a fitful smile, he was grinning now as he saw the lamp posts, the mailboxes, the streets and alleys, cars and stores—all kinds of stores. He was literally brimming with interest and amazement. He silently thanked Hermione for wanting to stop off at his vault in Diagon Alley to exchange some galleons for thick band of what Hermione had called pounds. He was eager to run into these shops, and look at the creations that such a lowly-received world made.
Hermione rested her head on Draco's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her, loving the feel of her against him.
The car came to a stop in a largely spaced area. Hermione loved her house. Both her parents were well-known dentists in London, having their own private practice and to top that off, the Grangers were a respectable lot, wealth and health-wise. She jumped out of the car, staring around at the quiet snow covered neighborhood. Her house had a half circle drive thru, leading up to the shiny maroon colored stairs of her rather large house. She grinned, having forgotten how nice her house was. Her mother opened the front door and Hermione gasped.
Andrea Granger was still stunning. Having married Daniel at a young age, she was able to maintain her stylish lifestyle with her lovely baby girl dangling around her waist. Her amber colored hair, much like Hermione's, was straightened and flowing down her back. She had on an ivory colored skirt with a pale pink blouse, accentuating her rosy cheeks and honey brown eyes. Her reading glasses hung around her neck on a fine, thin gold chain as she covered her mouth with her hand. Daniel Granger came from behind her; his dark blonde hair was finely combed, wearing his brown, Harrison tweed jacket and black pants. He was a lanky man, but Hermione saw him as her superman. She ran to her parents, nearly slipping in the snow.
"MUM! DAD!" She cried, running into their arms and hugging them tightly. Her mother squeezed her senseless as her father kissed the top of her head. She quickly turned around to see that the taxi driver was gone, and that Draco had both her cloak and her purse, which she had left in the taxi due to her rushing out of the car. Draco quietly and patiently waited on the pavement near the snow covered tree. Ms. Granger eyed him suspiciously.
"Have we met that young man before? That's not Harry or Ron, Hermione. Who is he?" she asked. Daniel cleared his throat.
"There's no need standing in the snow, my boy. Please, any friend of my daughter is welcomed in my house." Daniel's voice was booming yet inviting. Draco couldn't help but think about what these people thought about him, what their daughter might have said to them about him. He approached them carefully. Daniel was stepping back into the foyer, gently tugging his wife along with him to survey the young man crossing over his threshold. Draco lowered his hood to his cloak, his platinum blond hair exposed, along with his pale eyes and pink lips. Hermione reached out for his hand as she closed the door behind her. She turned to face her parents, their expressions upturned in disgust and shock.
"You!" Daniel choked out. "You're that boy!"
Andrea shook her head wildly, "Hermione, is this not that…that…death eater?"
"Mum! Please…" Hermione hissed, pulling Draco into their sitting room. The walls were a very peachy color, with perfect marble colored sofas and armchairs. A blazing fireplace warmed the room, and paintings and childhood memories of Hermione and her parents hung beside them. She led Draco onto one of the sofas.
"Hermione…explain your self…" Daniel shouted, pulling her away from Draco. "Why have you brought him here?"
"Isn't he the one that made you all flustered the summer of your third year?" Andrea asked, her head cocked to the side in memory. Hermione flushed and sat on the sofa, but Draco still stood.
"Excuse me…I pose no harm to you or your daughter…" Draco said politely.
"What he means, mum and dad, is that we're friends now. He's not a pompous arse anymore, and we actually like each other."
"Mind your tongue!" Andrea snapped.
"Excuse me" She said sarcastically.
"Okay, okay…" Daniel sighed. "I trust you Herms, you know I do," Daniel pulled his daughter from her seat and hugged her tightly. He then turned around and stuck out his hand for Draco to shake. They both exchanged strong grasps.
"You won't be disappointed sir, I truly love your daughter's company," Draco said kindly. Hermione smiled at him. Andrea had moved forward to shake his hand, but instead Draco pulled her into a hug, making her chuckle with discomfort.
"Are you hungry Draco? I'm almost done with supper; perhaps Hermione can show you her room?"
"No, she will kindly show you to the guest bedroom. I'm sorry, but your liking of my daughters company stops at the foot of her bedroom door," Daniel said, stepping back so Hermione could lead Draco out of the sitting room.
"Daddy!" Hermione cried out in shock. Her cheeks were turning red, but Draco nodded, and was soon sighing in relief. Ms. Granger was ahead of them. Her heels clicked against the marble steps leading onto the second floor, Draco and Hermione followed behind her.
"It's always nice to have a young man in the house. My daughter's been through a lot since this whole wizarding thing. I really appreciate your change of heart, and hope to see you more often in this family…" she said lovingly. Hermione patted her mother on the back.
"Okay mum! I don't think Draco wants to hear the boyfriend-future-husband talk. It's not very smooth; you nearly had Harry fall down the stairs the last time you did it." Hermione opened up her bedroom and jumped happily onto her bed.
Draco stood in the doorway, looking around as Ms. Granger smiled uncertainly. "It'll be our little secret, I won't tell her father you were in here," she winked at him and left her daughter and Malfoy alone.
He was fascinated by it all. Although her room was a fraction of his room, hers was vibrant, with bright colors and objects he'd never seen before. Most of her walls had posters of men with big hair. Draco entered the room, afraid to knock over things. He pointed to a rather large flat looking thing.
"What is that?" Draco asked. Hermione looked up from her pillows.
"Oh, that's my computer…a laptop."
"And…a computer is?"
"Well, it's a muggle object. It's there to help you type things, search for anything and look at images in a short amount of time. I'm trying to explain it the best way I can…later I'll show you how it works," she mumbled, falling back onto her pillows.
"What about that?" Draco asked. He pointed at her stereo.
"It's for music."
"Oh." Draco had never felt so inexperienced. He quietly cursed himself from the lack of knowledge. He knew that it wasn't really his fault; he had grown up hating anything to do with muggles. "And that?" he pointed at her television.
"You turn it on, images shows up…it's for entertainment purposes."
"Oh…"
"Lock the door, Draco," Hermione demanded huskily. He turned to stare at her. She rested on her pillows, her sweater off and her skin shown with softness. Draco turned the little knob on the door and pulled off his clothes to join her on the bed. He only had on his boxers and socks. Hermione giggled as she pressed her hand against Draco's smooth stomach. "God, I love the feel of you."
Draco shivered and kissed her lovingly on the cheek. "And I love the taste of you." Draco took a deep breath. "I love you Hermione."
She withdrew her hand from his stomach and looked up at him, "you what?" she asked.
"I—I love you?" He said uncertainly. She frowned.
"It's only been a month; I mean…how can you know for sure?"
"I know it because that's what I'm feeling!" Draco exclaimed. She closed her eyes and turned away from him, her back facing him. Draco grew fearful and placed his hand on her shoulder. He thought about Jon, and about the first time they told each other how much they loved one another. He grew queasy as Hermione paused, her breathing ragged and fearful.
"I didn't know this was going to happen so fast…" she whispered. " But I love you too…I'm sorry…I feel it too…it just took me so hard!" She turned back around, her eyes tearful. Draco wrapped his arms around her as she moved to rest her head on his chest. "It…it just…took me so hard," she cried. Draco silenced her by wrapping his arms around her. "I've…never…felt this so much…" Draco kissed her passionately, lifting her head in his hands gently. She responded, her body craving his touch. He pulled her underneath him.
"So, Draco honey, tell us about yourself, what do you plan on doing after Hogwarts?" Ms. Granger asked over dinner. They were seated in the Granger's lavish dining room. Draco practically felt filthy as he ate from the Granger's expensive china. When he glanced down at his plate before dinner, his reflection peered back up in him, as if asking, "What the fuck, why are you here you unworthy twat!" Hermione was practically glowing as she sat beside him. Her face was rosy, and her hair smelled incredibly sweet after a nice shower, and shag.
"Um…I have no idea. Hopefully the war will be over by then, and I'll be able to move out on my own," Draco said, before touching his steaming food. He actually meant, hopefully Potter would kill Voldemort, and his father, before the year was out. Ms. Granger had made sweet meat pies, a lovely roast and other bits of foods. Draco didn't know what to choose, so he took a little of everything.
"And your parents, are they strict on you, moving out I mean?" she continued. Draco glanced up at her, his eyes blank of any emotion, making Ms. Granger shift uncomfortably in her seat.
"They wouldn't care," Draco lied. Who else would his father shag, if he wasn't there, his mother? He doubted it.
"Draco is very reserved about his family, aren't you Draco?" Hermione asked helpfully. He nodded.
"I don't talk about them often." Very true there.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ms. Granger apologized. Draco shook his head.
"It's quite okay…we're not that close, my parents and I," another lie. Ms. Granger gave him a sad look. I don't need your pity, Draco thought angrily, but he kept it to himself.
"Well, Hermione, how long have you and Draco been dating?" Ms. Granger asked kindly. Mr. Granger grunted rudely. "Manners, dear!" she snapped at her husband, he immediately grew quiet. But Hermione had flinched at the question. Actually, Draco never really asked her out, the shagging just sort of…happened.
"Three weeks," he answered. Hermione glanced up at him, and she felt his hand move under the table to grasp hers. She smiled.
"Three weeks mum!"
"Very nice, will you be spending the summer with Hermione, also? She's going to France by herself, did you know that? To visit her Grandmother! Hermione speaks very fluent French!" Ms. Granger kept talking, and frankly, Hermione was ready to slam her hand over her mother's mouth. Instead, she looked away and played with her food.
"I didn't know that ma'am!" Draco said surprised.
"Le là est beaucoup que vous ne connaissez pas le," Hermione chirped. Draco smiled. There is much you don't know.
"Mais je suis disposé à le découvrir!" he said back, "Et si tout va bien je découvrirai votre côté crépu aussi," he added on, giving her a delicate look. Yes, but I'm willing to find out…and your kinky side also. Hermione blushed.
"Oh, se comportent! Mon père sait le français…" she whispered. Oh, behave! My father knows French…
(AN: Sorry about the French, for any of you french speakers!)
Draco looked over at Hermione's father, who was literally brimming with anger. Ms. Granger touched his shoulder lightly with a small smile.
"So, maybe you two will like traveling to France together," Ms. Granger said, nodding her head. "It should definitely be discussed; you two obviously have good chemistry…"
"Je conviens!" her daughter responded. I agree! Draco grinned.
Dinner went on steadily, and when dinner was over, Hermione and Draco offered to clear the table, and wash the dishes.
"I didn't know you could speak French, Draco," Hermione said, as she pulled out her wand. Draco did the same and shrugged.
"Father made sure that I was fluent in Italian, Greek, French, Hebrew, and Latin and Spanish," Draco said. Hermione looked impressed.
"¿Su padre debe amar estas idiomas?" Hermione asked in Spanish. Draco shrugged. Your father likes these languages?
"He likes them; he's obsessed with languages, actually…" He gave her an impressed look. "How many languages do you know?" he asked. Hermione grinned.
"Just two, Spanish and French," she responded, holding on to her wand. Draco levitated the plates, and moved to kiss Hermione fully on the lips.
"Very cute, Granger!" he whispered.
After they finished, they went back to Hermione's room. Draco flopped down on her bed, crawling up to the headboard. Hermione however, moved over to her stereo, and turned it on.
"What's that again?"
"It's to play music; it's called a stereo…"
"Stare-ee-oh?" he pronounced. Hermione nodded. Draco watched as she played with the little buttons on it.
"Want to listen to some muggle music?" she asked, turning around. "I'm usually into British artists, but I love my share of American artists," she said with a smirk. Draco shrugged.
"Is it in any foreign language I don't know? This muggle music of yours…or should I say, "American" music?" he asked carelessly, allowing for his head to fall against the headboard.
"You'll understand it…"
I know you work across the street
in the indie record store
I'm thinking someday that we'll meet
I'm thinking we'll do something more
I hide behind my magazine
then I see you walk on by
I'm not ready to be seen
I'll just sit right here and spy.
Draco gave a quizzical look. "You listen to this? This woman does not sound human," he said. "What is she?"
"She's a human and her band S'called Freezepops, and its electro."
"What?" he asked. Hermione giggled.
"It's electronic, like, err…the noise is made through…other things besides her voice…machines…" she said, having been met by Draco's confused stare.
"Well, she sounds okay I suppose. Very nice." Hermione flopped on the bed with him now.
"I know, doesn't she? They've toured here in Europe; I've been to a few of their shows…"
I've got a plan in mind for you
I'm waiting till the time is right
I know that you'll like what I do
no need to put up a fight
watching you from far away
you look so sweet and clueless
soon I'll move in on my prey
it's time for me to do this
"She's a bit of a stalker, isn't she?" he asked. Hermione laughed.
"I guess that's right, yeah, she's a stalker, but she likes this boy, you know?"
"Do you like me, Granger?" Draco asked huskily. Hermione began to crawl on top of him, straddling his narrow hips. She pulled her shirt above her head, and wrapped her long auburn locks and expertly braided it. She leaned forward and captured his lips.
…I've seen you here before
I want to see you more and...
More you get inside my head
I want you in my bed
from far away I check you out
can't let you see me
can't let you see me
yeah, I know that you'll soon be mine
"Bloody hell," Draco gasped, "that was a hell of a kiss Granger." His cheeks were a light pink, and he realized that the song had ended, and was moving into another. "And who is this?" he asked. Hermione grinned.
"My favorite," she said, moving her hand in between their bodies, she began to unbutton Draco's pants, and said "they're British…The Cure…" She successfully got his pants off, and she lifted herself slightly so he could pull his pants and boxers off the rest of the way. "Remind me tomorrow that we're going to get you some decent muggle jeans!" she hissed, reaching behind her to grab Draco's pants, tossing them off her bed. He laughed, placing his hands on her hips. He did away with the zipper of her skirt, pulling it over her head.
show me
show me
show me
how you do that trick
the one that makes me scream
she said
the one that makes me laugh
she said
and threw her arms around my neck
show me how you do it
and I promise you
I promise that I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you…
Draco was hit with a wave of emotion as this man sang. For some reason, he had some deep understanding of what he was saying. He gasped.
"This muggle is good, Granger…"
"I know! Robert Smith is absolutely to die for!"
"Well, I don't know about that, but this song is good, he said, reaching up to unclasp her bra. She sighed as his fingers reached up for her breasts. "I've missed these…" he whined, kneading them gently. She purred under his touch.
"Did you lock the door?" she asked between her pleasure sounds. Draco swore under his breath, and removed one hand to find his wand on her nightstand. He locked the door quickly, and pulled her down completely.
"The knickers, Granger," he moaned as she slid down his body. He grabbed her knickers, clenching them in his fist, and yanked them off, making her yelp. "I'm sorry, love," he whispered, kissing her on the forehead. Hermione grabbed the hand that was caressing her thigh, and brought it over her heart.
"I love you," she whispered. His eyes shown as she said this, her tone soft and loving.
"I love you too," he pulled her off of him, and then under him. She looked up at him, her eyes telling him what she wanted to say. He brought his lips down once again, before sliding into her.
spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
and dreamed of all the different ways I had
to make her glow
why are you so far away?
She said
why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you?
That I'm in love with you?
Draco stirred in his sleep, feeling something stroke his face lovingly. He smiled and opened his eyes.
Only to wish he was dead.
"Good morning, love," Lucas said. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Draco moved away from his touch and pressed his back against the headboard. He then turned to see that Hermione was not beside him.
"WHERE IS SHE?" he growled, sitting up quickly and grabbing Lucas's shirt, yanking him forward. Lucas smiled as Draco held him close.
"Poor girl, I don't know where she is…" Lucas said, examining his nails. Draco shook him hard.
"Don't be foolish! TELL ME!" he shouted.
"She's on the floor," Lucas whispered, his eyes turning a violent purple. Draco was immediately hit with a wave of lust as Lucas stared him down.
"Stop it!" Draco hissed. Lucas's eyes softened, but he wouldn't let the feeling Draco was having, go.
"You like me Draco, it's a mutual attraction."
"It's just your Veela side! Stop it!" Draco released him from his grasp, leaning over the bed to see that Hermione was not there. Before he could turn around, Lucas had brought his fist crashing against the side of Draco's face, he nearly lost his conscious.
"See Draco," Lucas moved and bounded Draco's hands above his head. "Your little mudblood bitch is all tied up right now…" Lucas held a letter in his hand that Hermione had left earlier. He had watched them all night as they shagged. "She doesn't care about you."
Went with mum and dad to the deli,
Are you up to some bagels?
Be back soon!
I love you!
He crushed the letter in his fist. "That bloody bitch doesn't know how much you're in debt to me. I'm going to take my prize now." Lucas began to unbutton his pants, his purple eyes now on fire. Draco struggle against him as he got on top of his body.
"Wait! Wait!" Draco cried. Lucas stopped. "Please…don't do this," Draco wept. "Don't be like my Father…"
"I'm sorry Drakiebut I'm a tad bit worse than your Father," Lucas murmured. He plunged into Draco, who was not prepared for the intrusion at all. There was nothing to guide him in easily. Draco pulled against the restraints, knowing that there would be bruises later. He then began to cry as Lucas pulled in and out of him. "Mudblood Lover!" Lucas growled, pushing in deeper. Draco felt as if he was being ripped apart. Lucas had lifted Draco's legs to be thrown over his shoulders, gripping Draco's thighs extremely hard. He began to moan uncontrollably, and came inside Draco.
Draco released a shattered cry and rested his head against his pillow, tears spilling down his cheeks as he thought about his Father, Jon, and every man he's ever been with. Lucas had pulled from out of him, leaving Draco feeling empty. He got off from the bed.
"Now I smell like the mudblood," Lucas said, disgusted. He glanced down at Draco. "I should leave you like this, teary eyed and tied up…" He smiled and shook his head, "but I advise you to take a proper shower to rid you of the impureness of that Mudblood."
He undid the bounds on Draco's hands, which flopped down onto the bed carelessly. He had lost all feeling in them. Lucas's purple eyes shown with a gleeful happiness as he heard someone coming up the stairs.
"DRACO! WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!" Hermione called from the stairs. Her hand went around the door knob to find out that it was locked. "Draco?"
"I'll be seeing you Drakie!" Lucas said with a wink. He then apparated.
Hermione unlocked the door with her wand. "Draco, why is the door locked?" she asked crossly. "Draco?" Her face filled with fear as she saw the empty expression in Draco's eyes, and that he had been crying. She ran over to her bed, jumping on it to wake him from his trance. "My God! Draco! Tell me what's wrong!" She saw the black and blue bruises around Draco's wrists. "What…what happened?" she asked, touching the tender contusion.
"I've been fucked, obviously," he said, his voice hollow. Hermione flinched at his harsh words.
"What do you mean?" she asked in a tiny voice. Draco lifted his hands to cover his face. He didn't want her to see him cry anymore, he didn't want her to know how weak he was, so weak that he couldn't get himself out of something as disgusting as being touched by Lucas. Hermione heard his sobs, and placed her hands over his, pulling them away from his face. She leaned in and kissed his tears away. "Tell me what you mean Draco," she whispered. She soon regretted asking, because Draco had grabbed her so quickly, the wind was knocked out of her. He held her wrists in his hands and he shook her.
"I shouldn't have come!" he cried. "I should've gone home! I don't belong here, with you…" Hermione's eyes displayed her hurt and confusion.
"Draco…"
"JUST SHUT UP!" He had thrown her away from her, scrambling from off of the bed. Hermione gasped as she saw the bruises on Draco's backside.
"What happened to you!" she asked, her eyes wild. Draco turned around and to scream, but when he saw Hermione's face glistening with tears, all angry thoughts drained from out of him. He immediately went to her.
"Please don't cry…it's nothing…something of the past…" he whispered, wrapping his naked body around her. She shook as she surveyed the bruises. "I love you okay? I love you…" he said, trying to soothe her.
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