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— "What di-did you just s-say?" Draco stuttered as he pulled out of Hermione with alarming fastness. Hermione frowned and tried to cover herself with her hands as Draco reached for his boxers and slipped them on.
"What did you say?!" Hermione responded with guarded eyes. Draco looked at her as if she were crazy and put one leg into his pants before he tripped in them and fell to the floor landing on his knees with a loud thump.
"I asked you first!" Draco grunted as he continued slipping on his clothes as fast as he could. One thing was for sure: he wasn't going to be made a fool of, just hours ago he heard her telling Ginny that she didn't even like him.
"I asked you second!" Hermione shouted as she slipped on her school robe and tied them up with wild hair flinging about. Draco tried not to stare as the robes slowly made their way around her curves then cover her up shielding his eyes from heaven its self. He shook his head in an attempt to focus.
"That doesn't even make sense." Draco sneered as he reached for the door knob and began to step out of the door. What are you doing?! You know damn well what he said! Tell him you love him before he walks out that door! The little voice in Hermione's head said the first smart thing Hermione had ever heard. She took in a deep breath and reached for Draco's arm just barely grabbing him by the fabric of his shirt.
"Wait Draco...I said I love you." Draco stopped and turned around to see Hermione standing in the room hands at her side, sex hair, a loose robe on, and a small frown on her lips. He'd have to make her smile. Draco gave her a brilliant smile and grabbed her around the waist and gently set her down on a desk with her legs on either side of them. Hermione smiled to herself as she felt Draco's lips on her neck leaving his mark on her.
"Hermione Jane Granger, I love you more then pumpkin juice; And that's saying something." Draco smiled against her neck. Hermione giggled at what he compared his love for her to. How Draco like. She thought to herself, all train of thoughts were completely altered when Draco's hand slid up her robes and gripped at her soft flesh. She wasted no time reaching in between them and undoing his zipper and sliding his pants down just enough to allow him access to her. Draco lifted her up and slid the rest of her robes up around her waist. "Look at me." He whispered as he slid into Hermione making her chest rise and fall at a quickened pace. She looked him in the eye as he pumped in and out of her quickening his pace with every thrust. Hermione threw her head back in pure ecstasy and bit her lip to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. Draco kissed down her chest until he reached her nipples and took one hardened bud into his mouth teasing her with his tongue and gently nipping at the tip of her nipple making Hermione moan loudly as she wrapped her legs around Draco to make him dig deeper into her depths.
"Harder." Hermione groaned with frustration. Draco smirked and placed his hands behind her to grip the desk for support. Hermione slid closer to Draco on the desk as he picked up the pace making the desk shake and scoot back several inches. Hermione gripped him around his neck making her breast slid against him with every thrust. This sensation sent both of them over the edge as they came with one last satisfied moan. This is perfect. Draco thought as he held Hermione with him still buried deep inside her. Little did he know he had just put the women he was in love with in the greatest danger she'd ever have to face.
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— Lord Voltemort Took long quick strides through the halls of hogwarts. He didn't stop to think about the times that he spent in these halls, he didn't feel a pang of guilt as he rounded a corner and stupified a first year Ravenclaw, and he sure as hell didn't lose focus on what was going on in the astronomy tower. What Draco didn't know was going to hurt him profoundly. When he was going to classes the dark lord was doing a bit of rummaging through his room, putting a tracking spell on his clothes as well. The dark lord wasn't naive to Draco's constant nightly outings, he was well aware that Draco was sneaking off to see someone or do something both of witch made him uneasy. He couldn't have Draco going self righteous on him and joining the light side like many other unworthy servants were doing. No matter he would simply kill them in soon time. As he came up to the top of the astronomy tower a soft moan stopped him in his tracks. He listened closely and swiftly slid behind the door peering into the room. He saw Draco slipping his clothes on and that Granger girl tying her robes back up. Draco started towards the door and the dark lord lingered in the shadows too intrigued to retreat now. Draco was half way out the door when he stopped and turned around.
"Draco wait...I said I love you." That was it! That was all he needed to hear, and for the first time in a long while the dark lord smiled a genuine smile. He had just learned Draco Xavier Malfoy's weakness. A mudblood.
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— Days came days went. Draco and Hermione met on a regular basis, Hermione still had no idea of Draco's affiliation with the dark lord, and they were still in love. But there was something in Draco tearing at his gut telling him that something wasn't right. He could just feel something was wrong. Call it his instinct or call it insanity, but there was something definitely wrong in the atmosphere. When ever he was with Hermione he couldn't help but feel...watched. It made him uneasy about their relationship but he never thought that it would escalate to what it was building up too. No never in his worst nightmares could he imagine what was taking place in the small wizarding world around him.
— Draco laid on his bed sprawled out doodling in the diary that Lord Voltemort told him to keep. He hadn't written anything down of value unless you count Hermione's name written down in about one hundred different ways. Hermione Jane Granger, Hermione Granger, Hermione Jane Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, I love you. Those were the words repetitively sprawled across the fine paper in the diary. He had no intentions of ever giving the diary to the dark lord anyways. In fact the thought of going to Dumbledor to join the light side entertained his mind more often then not these days. What was stopping him? Fear. That's what was stopping him. He was afraid of the two people he cared about in this world getting hurt. Wait, scratch that. The one person he cared about. Hermione. If anything happened to her because of him he would kill himself with the nearest blunt object.
— Something that Hermione said to Draco earlier that day kept playing in his head.
"Anyone who supports Voltemort in his suicide mission is a down right fool. Right Draco?" His heart dropped and fluttered in his chest before he answered.
"Yeah...Suicide mission. Sound's stupid." Hermione frowned at his answer but was still painfully naive of Draco's part in the war.
"I have to go to Dumbledor. She's depending on me." Draco murmured to himself as he closed the diary and turned around on his bed. He automatically changed the smile on his face to a straight line and did his best to hide the diary behind his back.
"My dear Draco...I'm disappointed in you. You weren't going to switch sides on me, were you?" The calmness in Lord Voltemort's voice alarmed Draco. He mentally prepared himself for the worse.
"N-no, I was just going to the bathroom is all." Draco did his best to lie and get out of his room alive. The eery smile on Voltemort's face lingered before he spoke.
"May I see the diary Draco?" He knows! He knows! He knows! How could I do this to her?! HOW?! Were the words being screamed in his head. He just killed the women he loved, He was sure of it.
"I actually lost it." He attempted to lie.
"Oh so you mean to tell me that this isn't the diary that I gave you?" Voltemort suddenly had the diary in his hand and was skimming through it with pure disgust written across his face clear for anyone to see. "Honestly Draco, only love sick school girls write someone's name a hundred times on paper." Draco was mentally racking his head for anything to say.
"It's just a small infatuation. We're not intimate." that was quite possibly the biggest lie Draco had ever told in his life.
"Don't you lie to me!" Voltemort's cold hard hand was slapped harshly across Draco's cheek making him stammer backwards a good foot. Draco looked up through his eye lashes trying his best not to cower in fear. The fact of the matter was that Lord Voltemort did not take kindly to people betraying him. And Draco Malfoy had been caught in the act. When a moment of silence passed by and Draco still did not look at him the dark lord quickly kneed him in the gut making Draco sputter for air.
"Do You love her?" Was all the dark lord said. Draco thought for a moment. Of course he loved her! He'd do anything for her. He'd fling himself off the tallest cliff in the world if it would make her smile. If that wasn't love then he was sickly obsessed with her.
"Yes I do love her.." Draco said quietly. Voltemort gracefully glided over to Draco's side and put a cold hand to his face helping him stand up and looked him straight in the eye something not many people had the chance to do with Lord Voltemort.
"If you love her then brake it off with her...Or I'll kill her." Draco did his best not to dry heave at his words. Kill her? As in make the woman I love stop breathing? Draco thought with a sinking heart. He looked down at his watch and realized with regret that Hermione was due to be knocking on his door any minute now.
"Why me?" Draco asked hoping the dark lord knew what he meant.
"Why you Draco? Because you have potential. And your father served me so well, why not keep up the Malfoy tradition?" Draco looked up at him with glossy eyes. He was not one to show emotion like this but he was hitting every soft spot on him and Draco wasn't sure how much more he could take.
Knock
Knock
It was Hermione gently tapping on Draco door. Draco's heart shattered into a million pieces when he heard that knock. He looked up at Lord Voltemort with questioning eyes, and he returned his confused state with a smile.
"Remember Draco. If you love her then brake it off." And with that he was gone.
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Draco walked to the door and put his hands against the wood and leaned his head on the door closing his eyes for a moment.
"Draco?" It was Hermione's small voice on the other side of the door. Usually her voice sent shivers of pleasure down his spine, made him happy, usually the door would be open by now and she would be in his arms. But this wasn't normal. When he heard her voice it made his chest tighten with sorrow, and his body felt weak knowing what he was going to have to do. He stood up straight masked his face and opened the door. What he saw took his breath away. Hermione was in her silk nighty, her hair laid in gentle curls framing her heart shaped face, there was traces of make up brightening her face, and she had a smile that would bring the strongest of men to their knees. He looked down at her with pain. He wanted to hold her for ever. But he couldn't if he made contact with her now he wouldn't be able to break up with her.
"Baby what's wrong? Don't I look pretty?" Hermione giggled as she batted her eye lashes at him. Draco's face hardened. Of course you look pretty. You're my beautiful angel. Draco thought but didn't say.
"Hermione we need to talk," And with that one sentence Hermione's smile fell. Don't stop smiling for me. Draco thought as he pushed back the tears that were threatening to fall. This was going to be the hardest thing he'd ever have to do.
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