Wicked Enraptures

Wicked Enraptures

Parings: HG/DM, HP/GW/Implied HG, RW/LL/Implied HG.

Ratings: M due to violence, language, and a whole lot of scary shit.

Summary: You can't run from your mistakes.

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Chapter Five: Golden Slumbers

Golden slumber kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep,

Pretty baby,

Do not cry,

And I'll sing you a lullaby.

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She didn't stop crying until she felt his hands run down her hair and rest on the small of her back. The tears, at that exact moment, stopped falling and the sobs subsided. An icy shock fell over her and she jerked from out of his embrace, throwing herself wildly against the wall and staring at him through shocked eyes. Her body began to convulse as a panic attack made itself known. She tried taking large gulps of air through her mouth and nostrils but couldn't get enough, making her throw her hands around her neck, struggling. She fell over, her face crushing into the sheets.

Draco stood abruptly, staring down at her in confusion and shock. Without thinking he got onto the bed and moved to the corner she was huddled in. She shook violently but couldn't speak, her voice caught with her breath. He pulled her into his lap as he sat back on his legs, lifting her gently, not at all disturbed by the blood that was trickling down her face. She started crying again and all he could do was soothe her.

"Granger, you need help," he said softly. She shook her head and trembled. "You do. This is becoming too much, you have to get help so you can get better." Again, she shook her head. "LISTEN to me," he said forcefully. "You've been through a lot, and you need help."

.

"But I love you more," he said.

A whine escaped from her chaffed lips as he held her against the wall. She started to struggle against him, her body growing weak as his grip slowly made her lose conscious.

"I know you love me, I wouldn't leave you."

"Then why do you keep talking about leaving in September?"

"I…I have to go back to school!"

"Bullocks! You lying bitch! I've checked all the boarding schools in the UK and you don't attend any of them…" he hissed. Hermione gasped and started to panic at the manic look in his eyes. She struggled again, knowing that she would die in his grasp if she didn't free herself.

"STOP!" she screamed with the little oxygen she had left. "PLEASE! You're killing me!"

"I told you, you won't leave my house alive…"

"Fuck you," she cried helplessly.

"No…fuck you," he said, releasing her. She fell to the floor in a heap and tried to regain her breath. Before she could, he had grabbed her again, pushing her onto her back as he got on top of her. "Fuck me?" he asked. "Fuck me indeed, Hermione."

She screamed.

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"Get out," she croaked, lifting herself up from his lap. He was so close to her, so close she could smell the faint sent of his shampoo or soap that he must've used. She could feel the oncoming of vomit, and didn't want to get sick all over him. She didn't want him there at all. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up straighter. He tried to reach out for her, but she pulled back. "I don't need you here! I don't need help Malfoy! I need you to stop being a stalker and following me around, asking me if I'm okay and suggesting that I should get help. I HATE you! I hate you because…you made my life hell! You still are…you're disgusting, you're a bigot, you're not worth the lint on my sweater!" she shouted.

"I'm sick of this Granger!" he said wildly, making her jump. "Do you think I want to be here? Do you think I want to be cradling your mudblood arse in the dead of the night, consoling you? I HATE you too, you ungrateful hag," he said, getting up. "I'm here because I was ORDERED to do so, and don't you ever think that it was for noble reasons. I'm a Malfoy and no filthy mudblood will ever change that, especially you, so don't you dare insult me. I'm far from disgusting, you piece of shite whore."

She held back another of wave of tears that had struck her, making her blink rapidly at his words. She could tell that he knew he had hurt her, after all, the words were meant to hit her hard. She scowled at him instead. "Get out of here," she hissed. "Get out and you tell Professor McGonagall and whoever else gave you that scroll that they can rot in hell for all I care!"

"You don't hate me for those reasons alone Granger, and I know that…" he said ominously. "You know it…why, why do you hate me so much?"

"Shut up!" she shouted, but he kept on talking.

"You can barely look at me without trembling, or freaking out, so tell me Granger, what makes you look at me with so much disdain? So much suspicion and anger and pain?"

"I told you to get out!"

"TELL ME!" he exploded.

"Because you LOOK LIKE HIM!" she screamed finally, sobbing all at once. "Because every time I see you I see him and it makes me sick! It makes me hate you more because you're just like him! You might look charming on the outside but on the inside you're evil and hateful and you'll hurt me just like he hurt me! You have the same hair! You have the same features, same height and scowl! You're evil, just like him! You're evil and if I'm not careful, you'll try and hurt me, you'll try to kill me!" she said brokenly, a sob escaping her lips.

"What did he do to you?"

"What didn't he do to me is the question, Malfoy," she said softly, her wall slowly crumbling.

"Did he beat you?" he asked. She nodded. "Did he…did he…?" she nodded again, knowing what the question was and turned to look anywhere but at him. She heard him draw in a sharp breath.

"What happened to him?" she remained quiet at his question. "I saw your memory, Granger. I saw the blood around him. Tell me."

"Nothing happened, you saw nothing."

"I saw that guy bleeding to death, Granger!"

"YOU SAW NOTHING!" she shouted, anger rising out of her once more. "Get the hell out of my room Malfoy. Did you forget that you don't want to be around a mudblood like me…a whore like me? Did you forget that?"

"I must say though Granger, this bit of information changes things quite a bit," he said quietly.

"I don't need your sympathy. I've moved on."

"No you haven't," he said, giving her a doubtful look. She looked at him completely, not avoiding any aspect of his form. He stood before her bed; the moonlight that poured in came from behind him and encased him, his features sharpen in the path of the light. His hair glowed, as did the light grayness of his eyes. She looked away then, fear consuming her as she closed her eyes and thought of the man who had ruined her…who had ruined everything she was about and everything she wanted to become. She thought of the man before her and knew he would too have his chance to ruin her.

"You're going to let all your cronies in on this, aren't you, Malfoy? You're going to go back to your pug-faced girlfriend and your oafish friends and laugh at me behind my back? You're going to tell them about Eric and how he hurt me, aren't you?"

He stared at her, his jaw clenching at the sight of her and their eyes locked. "Again, Granger, you insult me. I wouldn't tell a soul about this…even if it is about you. I have no reason to do that to you, especially about something as horrendous as that. You may think I am a monster, but you know nothing about me. He stepped closer to her, lifting a foot and pressing his knee onto the edge of the bed as he leaned in. "You don't know anything at all about me. I'm not the young boy who used to hex you from behind, Granger. I'm not the boy who used to cower behind his cronies and listen to what his father spewed about over brunch. You will never know me."

There was a pregnant pause, in which Hermione ceased in her crying and sobbing to think. She broke the silence. "Why did you kiss me?"

Draco froze, and withdrew her presence from the edge of her bed, stepping away slowly. "Don't ask questions you're not equipped to handle, Granger. I think it's best that you get some sleep and enjoy the remaining hours before class."

She gave him a swift nod and watched as he left her room, his echo disappearing after a while. She fell back into a troubled sleep, memories once again falling into place without her dreamless concoction.

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She was dizzy when he grabbed her from off the ground, her body sore and badly beaten. He flung her across the room, making her land roughly in the hall outside of his bedroom. There was a winding staircase just behind her, and she crawled over to it, reaching out to grab its banister so she could pull herself up, but couldn't. She felt fingers run through her hair then, almost soothingly. She turned and fell directly into his open arms. Terrified, she timidly wrapped her arms around his body. He was sitting on the ground now, running his hands through her hair and his other hand at the small of her back.

"Tell me you won't leave me," he whispered against the side of her neck.

"I won't leave you, please, I won't. I won't ever leave you, I love you, I love you," she said, rubbing her hand up and down his arm.

"I'm the only person that can make you happy. I'm the only person you need that can help you achieve extreme happiness, Hermione," he said sweetly, as if he were talking to a small child. She nodded against his shoulder.

"You've everything I could ever hope for," she sobbed. He had rubbed her too hard on her back, aggravating a bruise. She jerked and regretted it soon after. The hand that was caressing her hair turned into a fist, and he yanked her head back so he could look her in the eyes.

"You're a liar," he growled.

"No…no…I love you!" she whimpered. The arm that was at her back was removed and she felt the blow before she could comprehend that it was even gone from that position. The side of her face exploded, but he still remained a firm grip on her hair, making her head remain still during the blow. He punched her again. And again. And again.

And then she finally lost it all.

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"Hermione," Harry said, drawing her attention. She turned to listen, her head currently buried in her transfiguration book as she scribbled down furiously. She looked up to see a broad smile on Harry's face. Ron sat beside him, a scowl on his face and a hand frustratingly buried in his hair as he stared down in disbelief at his charms assignment.

"Yes Harry?"

He continued to smile and shook his head. "It's nothing…I'm just really happy to see you like this."

She glanced down at her book and felt her heart melt a little bit. She had wanted so much to find herself again, to just move forward and try to get back on track with her life. It had been a couple of week since her confrontation with Malfoy. She hadn't heard any nasty rumors flying around, so she conceded to the fact that Malfoy was a man of his word. But her friends had noticed, and they were worried about her. They noticed that she was changing, and now they noticed that she was slowly coming back.

"I was just not feeling well, Harry. But it's wonderful to be back to old habits," she laughed a genuine laugh, and smiled at him.

"I also heard from Professor Lupin that you were up to date with all your assignments, that's really wonderful, Hermione," he continued. "I mean, he wasn't sharing that information with me willingly, mind you. We were all just really concerned."

"I understand, Harry," she said, placing a comforting hand on his hand. "I really do. I would've done that same if it were you."

They were in the library, a place Hermione had practically lived in for the past week. She brought Harry and Ron with her every time, and studied and worked on old assignments, which were turned in and marked already. She had started to come to the Gryffindor common room to stay with them, and even on occasion slept in her old bed in the seventh year girl's room with Lavender and Parvati, no matter how much she disliked them. The fact that she was in a familiar setting helped her and made her feel comfortable. She didn't wake up screaming, but still had nightmares. She reminded herself daily that it was over—that part of her life was over and done with. She would no longer cower in the shadows of night worried about a man who tried to kill her, a man who had claimed to love her. She no longer thought of his bleeding form and the blood that was on her hands. On her hands and pouring onto her lap as she cried a hundred times that she was sorry.

When they were finished studying, Hermione stood up and gathered her books. Harry and Ron stood on either side of her, flanking her with a protection that she yearned for.

"I'm off to patrol…I'll see you guys tomorrow?" she asked.

"You're not coming back to the common room?" Ron asked, confused.

"I might…I have a few things in my room that I actually need," she said, thinking about her cauldrons, parch pads, and quills. But I don't want you two waiting up for me, in case I don't come. So I'll see you both bright an early at breakfast," she said. Harry hugged her, and Ron followed, the tips of his ears turning bright pink.

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"You guys have to go back to your dorms," Hermione said, the light from her wand landing on two straying second year girls wandering the corridor near the astronomy tower.

"We heard a noise coming from the top of the staircase," one student said, turning red at Hermione's curious stare. The other one nodded.

"Yeah, like a howling! Like a werewolf!"

"Bullocks, Mandy, it was like a person sobbing!"

"Yeah, Sue, like a werewolf…"

"Werewolves don't sob!"

"Okay!" Hermione snapped. "Twenty points from Hufflepuff for being out so late. Now get moving or I'll start dishing out detentions," Hermione said crossly, watching the two ditzy girls head in the direction of the dorm.

Hermione's eyes landed on the door leading to the staircase of the astronomy tower. She entered the darken pathway, casting an imperturbable charm on her footsteps so no one could hear her coming. She paused at the entrance and saw a figure sitting up against a statue and staring up at the black, star littered sky. She stepped forward, just a little bit more, to get a better look. When she realized who it was, the person had already turned to see her standing there, wand in hand. She couldn't leave now. It was Malfoy, leaning against the statute, in a state of quiet thought and reflection. Turning around and leaving, she thought, would be extremely awkward and consequential afterwards.

"Granger," he said, nodding at her in greeting. She stared warily at him and continued to maneuver her way towards him.

"Malfoy, what are you doing? You're assigned to patrol the West Wing of the school."

"I finished already."

"But—" Hermione started, about to complain about the time, when she was interrupted by him.

"Where have you been?" he asked. "You're hardly in the room. Have you shacked up with the Gryffindors again?" he said, with less menace than he probably meant to give.

"I'm touched that you've noticed my lack of presence, Malfoy," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Yes, I've been staying in my old dorm. I just missed it there," she explained slowly. She didn't know why she was explaining herself to Malfoy. Suddenly, an important thought struck her.

"Were you…howling and or sobbing at all?" she asked. Malfoy's head snapped to stare at her, his cheeks draining of color.

'What? What are you talking about?"

"I found two students in the corridor who said they heard howling coming from up here."

"Perhaps it was the wind?" he suggested, becoming uncomfortable.

Hermione noticed how stiff the air had become and fidgeted. "Were you crying, Malfoy?"

He stood then, and stared back up at the stars. "Have you noticed that stars don't twinkle the way you thought they would?"

Her eyebrows grew together in confusion at his statement. She folded her arms. "What are you on about?"

"Like in the lullaby you probably heard as a child, the twinkling of the stars, they're not so wonderfully bright."

She didn't question his knowledge of the Muggle lullaby, but decided to respond to his comment. "Nothing is ever what it's said to be, Malfoy. Life is not what you expect it to be, no matter how many times you were reassured as a child that it would be whatever you wanted it to be. Happiness isn't achieved through words and melodies...or people, for that matter. No matter how many lullabies that were sung to me as a child, my life will never be a diamond in the sky."

He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I don't know what to think anymore about my life," he said sadly. "I don't know how to react…how to…take on things…not anymore. Not now." There was a cold gush of air that struck her, she shivered and wanted nothing more than to walk away from this awkward conversation with Malfoy.

"What's changed you?" she asked. Draco hunched over.

"You."

"What?" she said, stunned.

"You, Granger. You! Damn it," he swore. He looked up at the stars again. "Damn it, I hate you…I…I need to hate you. But, at the same time, I want to…fuck…I want to help you."

"I told you before, Malfoy. I don't need your help."

"I know you said that. You said a lot of things that night, but listen to me, listen to me and understand that with every blood cell in my bloody body, Granger, I want you…"

"No…" she whispered, shaking her head. "No…you don't mean that," she said aghast.

"I know it's wrong," he whispered.

"You're not attracted to me, Malfoy. You're attracted to the pain. The pain and hurt I'm feeling. I don't trust you, and I will never trust you with my heart, let alone my feelings. I made the mistake of opening up to you the last time we spoke, but so help me Merlin, it will never happen again."

He nodded, as if conceding to the fact that he would never pursue her. She didn't know what to do. She stood there, watching him. He looked so very much like Eric. So very much like him. A dark wave of pain overcame her and she felt her body suffocate under its pressure. Malfoy indeed brought out the worse of her feelings.

"I'm not attracted to the pain, Granger. I'm attracted to the person who could survive a summer of absolute hell and still be able to come back from it, however slowly that process may have been. I've seen you, improving these last couple of weeks. Whatever you have to do to get better, I won't get in the way with foolish taunts and pranks. I truly care about your wellbeing. Headmistress McGonagall gave me a chore to complete, and I realized that I can't force you. I can't force you to take me for who I am. I can't force you to see who I am. I can't force you to…to want me. But I can stand here and watch you, watch you grow into the girl who once punched the daylights out of me in third year."

"You speak as if you're nostalgic of me, Malfoy," Hermione said bitterly. "You accused me of not knowing you, remember? Well, you don't know me either, and I'm advising you to stop what you're doing. Don't fall for me. Don't cry to me, damn it, I never asked for a shoulder to cry on, let alone yours. Just don't." She shivered. "I don't want to know you…I…there's nothing there, Malfoy. Really, there's nothing there, and what you're feeling…if you're feeling at all…is not real. It's not REAL! Snap out of your bullocks of fairytales and lullabies and come back to the reality at hand. I will never be with you and you don't want me. You don't want me as a lover and you don't want me as a friend. You want me as your enemy, and that's all I know and will ever acknowledge between us."

She could have sworn she heard a slight choking from his form, but she kept that speculation to herself, instead turning to the leave the tower. As she left, she heard him call her out, just in time.

"You can't run from your mistakes, Hermione," he said cryptically. Hermione froze, her heart dropping to the solid cold ground underneath her. She didn't know what he truly meant, so she swallowed down her fear and kept walking, leaving Malfoy behind her. Her fallen heart still thudding violently against her ribcage.

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