"Oh shit," She said quietly.
Malfoy kept his eyes on her, waiting for a reaction. She had none. For a second everything went still. Hermione heard a strange buzzing in her ears. Nobody stirred, nobody reacted. All eyes were on her, but she was staring at Malfoy. At the white pasty face, that pointed slightly upturned nose and those steely grey eyes.
His laugh broke though the buzzing in her ears. His shoulder were shaking, his head slightly thrown back, yet his eyes still on her.
That was the exact moment everything began whirling. Unconnected thoughts gathered in her head, A tingling sensation seemed to be spreading from her stomach outwards. For one dizzy moment, she was sure she was going to faint but she didn't. She wasn't aware of what she was doing at first. That white sneering face loomed closer as she flew at him, knocking him off his chair and onto the ground. She slammed down on top of him, and her hands instinctively wrapped themselves around his throat.
She just needed to stop him laughing.
This was all his fault. He thought she wanted to stay here. Yeah, she'd stay at the manor, with the huge chambers and the magnificent bathroom, just as long as he was dead.
She was acting like a cornered animal. Her primal instincts had taken over. When in danger, attack.
Her head was spinning. She felt like somebody falling. A person in mid air, who is wondering where the ground is.
She was taking in quick shallow breaths, applying more pressure to his throat.
He wasn't laughing now. She just wanted him dead. This was his fault. All those crucio's, the time to hit her, Justin's death, her rape. It was all his fault. She had vowed revenge and this was it, and it wasn't sweet.
It wasn't sweet at all. It wasn't good. It was out of control.
She was out of control.
***
Draco was surprised to say the least. He had dreamed of Hermione knocking him down and pushing herself on top of him.
But not to kill him. He had never anticipated this.
Her eyes were alight in a frenzied fire, her mouth half open, her nostrils flared.
For one second, Draco felt weak, helpless, like a bird in the hands of a famished hunter. Then he remembered who he was.
As cool as always, he caught grip of her slender wrists and pushed upwards. Her extra strength seemed to be coming from her anger. Her grip loosened from around his throat and he took a breath, then knocked her to the ground and restrained her with his arms.
"You bastard!" She snarled, "Get off of me!"
"Will you calm down?" Her long nails ripped down his arms, drawing blood. He flinched in pain. Her legs were swinging like the Whomping Willow.
"I hate you!" She shrieked, a sound that could break glass, "I hate you!"
"Calm down," Draco said in a low voice, "And I'll let you go."
Her eyes seemed to dull a little, that strange animal that had seemed to possess her, seemed to melt away.
"Do you understand?" He asked serenely.
She nodded.
He slowly let go of her, sitting up. He glanced at Potter and Weasley, who both seemed frozen in air.
Useless gits, Draco thought.
He looked back at Hermione. She was breathing shallowly, on the brink of fainting.
"I hate you" She said again sullenly, her lower lip stuck out.
There was a moment of silence before Draco spoke, and when he did, his voice was harsher than he had meant it to be. "You lost the game," He told her, "So maybe you should have some more respect for your owner."
"I'm not some dog!" She said, her voice lower than before, but just as angry.
"I'll decide on that. You have no say in your life now." Draco knew he was being cruel but he was in defence mode now after her trying to kill him.
Her lower lip trembled noticeably, "Stop."
"Stop what? Telling the truth?" Draco said, and he let out a short humourless laugh, before continuing, "You belong to me, Hermione. You should be trying to behave yourself."
"Or what?" She said in a low savage voice, "You'll punish me."
"Exactly," He drawled, drawing out his wand in one precise movement.
"How could you hurt someone you say you love?" She snapped.
"Yes, I won't hurt you," Draco turned to her two best friends slowly,. Drawing out each of his movements teasingly, "So what was our deal, gentlemen? You'd surrender your wands and bow down to me, if I won, am I correct?" He smiled at them, his eyes almost feverishly bright.
"Not a chance," Weasley barked.
"But it was a bond, Weasley, a promise. You can't break it," He pointed his wand at them, "Expelladermis!"
Their wands came easily to him. The two boys weren't at their smartest.
Draco turned to smile at Hermione, "So, what shall we do to our guests then?"
Weasley's face showed open terror. He was standing, with his knees bent, as if to run. Potter was standing beside him, his back straight, in a calm stance, green eyes narrowed determinedly.
Draco smirked at them all individually, finishing on the girl, "Shall I kill them now, or leave them alive, just for a little while?"
Funny, Draco mused to himself, I played this inane game so I wouldn't have to kill them. But when opportunity comes in life, one must grab it.
Truth be told, he was just angry. Angry at Hermione. He'd have to make her understand that he was the one in power now.
"Malfoy, please don't," Hermione whispered.
She was a fallen heap on the ground yet she caught everybody's attention .
"That's not good enough, Granger," He said harshly, his voice as sharp as a knife.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy, I'm really sorry. Please. Please."
""What did I tell you to call me?"
"Draco. Draco, I'm sorry. Please. It was just the shock that we'd lost. But I'm over it and I'm so sorry," She stood up shakily, "Please, Draco, please don't hurt them."
"Beg harder, Hermione."
"I'm sorry," Her voice was wobbling. She looked like she was about to shatter. "I'm so sorry."
He didn't even look at her.
"Please, Draco. Please," Her voice was in a unusual scale. It was croaky yet squeaky at the same time.
He felt so powerful, so in control of her at that moment, yet so cold and ready to kill.
"Please. I want to stay here with you! You were right! I do!"
Draco knew she didn't mean it. She was desperate to save her friends, but her words made Draco's heart warm, and as he turned to look into her expressive eyes brimmed with tears, he knew he couldn't kill Potter or Weasley. He couldn't bring that pain upon her.
He just couldn't stop loving her.
He nodded, "You do understand, I presume, that you have lost the game and are therefore in my possession."
There was no back answer this time. No complaints or yelling about being treated like property. Instead she gave him her terse answer, "Yes."
"Then say goodbye," He said with a gesture towards Potter and Weasley. He watched as she took a deep breath and turned to her friends.
***
Hermione turned to face her two best friends with Malfoy by her side. She felt like a magic barrier had come between her and her friends. She knew she couldn't get too close to them without infuriating Malfoy.
She'd lost.
She had really lost.
She had thought she had been prepared to lose but obviously some part of her had been holding onto the belief that she would win because she felt like her world was crashing around her like expensive wine glasses.
"Goodbye," She said. She felt like her throat had closed. Tears were threatening to spill but she would not cry. She wouldn't allow herself to cry.
There was a drawn out moment when Harry and Ron said nothing. Ron was visibly shaking, like an earthquake was happening somewhere inside him, perhaps in his heart. Harry was standing with a cold determined air around him.
"This isn't goodbye," Said Harry, his voice strong and firm, "Not now."
Ron shook his head mutely. When Hermione met his blue eyes, she found them sparkling with tears. "I'm so sorry," He said, "I'm so sorry."
Malfoy stepped forwards, and threw Harry and Ron their wands back. Malfoy, with a patronising air, wiggled his fingers at them and said smugly, "Nice meeting you."
It happened so fast that Hermione nearly missed it. Malfoy flicked his wrist slightly to the right, and with a flash resembling lightening, her two best friends vanished without a trace.
She stared at where they had been standing for a full minute and then backed up slowly, unaware of anything except the weight of the world on her shoulders. When her back bumped off the wall, she slid down. She had never felt so emotionally drained.
The tears that had been threatening to spill, suddenly flooded down her face and a sob erupted from deep down in her throat.
Once she sobbed once, they kept coming, echoing around her. They were coming so quickly, it was almost painful.
The last thing she was aware of was Malfoy leaving the room, before she sobbed, and cried, and lost sense of the world.
***
A/n - This was wrote when I was in a bad mood. It was scribbled down in some notebook and I had to hunt it down. I start writing at the weirdest hours! Anyway, I just typed it out, so if there's any typing mistakes or whatever I'm sorry, but really just want to get this up!
Don't expect another update for a little while. School and homework takes up so much of my time, and I really want to catch up on my other HP story: Deal with the Devil, although I really like this story much more, but I think it has some kind of potential to be okay.
Anyway, I'm going to be quick and not do personal thank you's if you don't mind. Sorry to all those who mind.
All reviews and death threats were appreciated! Thanks guys, and hope you don't mind who the winner is. People are quite 50-50 on who they want to win. Harry and Ron aren't totally out of the woods yet though!
I have an idea for the next couple of chapters but it might take me a little while to get out. I realise I have no proper update routine, so if anyone wants me to email them when I do update, just leave your email address and make sure to say that you want me to. I don't want to Spam you with a stupid unwanted email, (I hate those)
Yay! I went to an interview and got a job today!!! Yay! Congratulations to me!
Malfoy kept his eyes on her, waiting for a reaction. She had none. For a second everything went still. Hermione heard a strange buzzing in her ears. Nobody stirred, nobody reacted. All eyes were on her, but she was staring at Malfoy. At the white pasty face, that pointed slightly upturned nose and those steely grey eyes.
His laugh broke though the buzzing in her ears. His shoulder were shaking, his head slightly thrown back, yet his eyes still on her.
That was the exact moment everything began whirling. Unconnected thoughts gathered in her head, A tingling sensation seemed to be spreading from her stomach outwards. For one dizzy moment, she was sure she was going to faint but she didn't. She wasn't aware of what she was doing at first. That white sneering face loomed closer as she flew at him, knocking him off his chair and onto the ground. She slammed down on top of him, and her hands instinctively wrapped themselves around his throat.
She just needed to stop him laughing.
This was all his fault. He thought she wanted to stay here. Yeah, she'd stay at the manor, with the huge chambers and the magnificent bathroom, just as long as he was dead.
She was acting like a cornered animal. Her primal instincts had taken over. When in danger, attack.
Her head was spinning. She felt like somebody falling. A person in mid air, who is wondering where the ground is.
She was taking in quick shallow breaths, applying more pressure to his throat.
He wasn't laughing now. She just wanted him dead. This was his fault. All those crucio's, the time to hit her, Justin's death, her rape. It was all his fault. She had vowed revenge and this was it, and it wasn't sweet.
It wasn't sweet at all. It wasn't good. It was out of control.
She was out of control.
***
Draco was surprised to say the least. He had dreamed of Hermione knocking him down and pushing herself on top of him.
But not to kill him. He had never anticipated this.
Her eyes were alight in a frenzied fire, her mouth half open, her nostrils flared.
For one second, Draco felt weak, helpless, like a bird in the hands of a famished hunter. Then he remembered who he was.
As cool as always, he caught grip of her slender wrists and pushed upwards. Her extra strength seemed to be coming from her anger. Her grip loosened from around his throat and he took a breath, then knocked her to the ground and restrained her with his arms.
"You bastard!" She snarled, "Get off of me!"
"Will you calm down?" Her long nails ripped down his arms, drawing blood. He flinched in pain. Her legs were swinging like the Whomping Willow.
"I hate you!" She shrieked, a sound that could break glass, "I hate you!"
"Calm down," Draco said in a low voice, "And I'll let you go."
Her eyes seemed to dull a little, that strange animal that had seemed to possess her, seemed to melt away.
"Do you understand?" He asked serenely.
She nodded.
He slowly let go of her, sitting up. He glanced at Potter and Weasley, who both seemed frozen in air.
Useless gits, Draco thought.
He looked back at Hermione. She was breathing shallowly, on the brink of fainting.
"I hate you" She said again sullenly, her lower lip stuck out.
There was a moment of silence before Draco spoke, and when he did, his voice was harsher than he had meant it to be. "You lost the game," He told her, "So maybe you should have some more respect for your owner."
"I'm not some dog!" She said, her voice lower than before, but just as angry.
"I'll decide on that. You have no say in your life now." Draco knew he was being cruel but he was in defence mode now after her trying to kill him.
Her lower lip trembled noticeably, "Stop."
"Stop what? Telling the truth?" Draco said, and he let out a short humourless laugh, before continuing, "You belong to me, Hermione. You should be trying to behave yourself."
"Or what?" She said in a low savage voice, "You'll punish me."
"Exactly," He drawled, drawing out his wand in one precise movement.
"How could you hurt someone you say you love?" She snapped.
"Yes, I won't hurt you," Draco turned to her two best friends slowly,. Drawing out each of his movements teasingly, "So what was our deal, gentlemen? You'd surrender your wands and bow down to me, if I won, am I correct?" He smiled at them, his eyes almost feverishly bright.
"Not a chance," Weasley barked.
"But it was a bond, Weasley, a promise. You can't break it," He pointed his wand at them, "Expelladermis!"
Their wands came easily to him. The two boys weren't at their smartest.
Draco turned to smile at Hermione, "So, what shall we do to our guests then?"
Weasley's face showed open terror. He was standing, with his knees bent, as if to run. Potter was standing beside him, his back straight, in a calm stance, green eyes narrowed determinedly.
Draco smirked at them all individually, finishing on the girl, "Shall I kill them now, or leave them alive, just for a little while?"
Funny, Draco mused to himself, I played this inane game so I wouldn't have to kill them. But when opportunity comes in life, one must grab it.
Truth be told, he was just angry. Angry at Hermione. He'd have to make her understand that he was the one in power now.
"Malfoy, please don't," Hermione whispered.
She was a fallen heap on the ground yet she caught everybody's attention .
"That's not good enough, Granger," He said harshly, his voice as sharp as a knife.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy, I'm really sorry. Please. Please."
""What did I tell you to call me?"
"Draco. Draco, I'm sorry. Please. It was just the shock that we'd lost. But I'm over it and I'm so sorry," She stood up shakily, "Please, Draco, please don't hurt them."
"Beg harder, Hermione."
"I'm sorry," Her voice was wobbling. She looked like she was about to shatter. "I'm so sorry."
He didn't even look at her.
"Please, Draco. Please," Her voice was in a unusual scale. It was croaky yet squeaky at the same time.
He felt so powerful, so in control of her at that moment, yet so cold and ready to kill.
"Please. I want to stay here with you! You were right! I do!"
Draco knew she didn't mean it. She was desperate to save her friends, but her words made Draco's heart warm, and as he turned to look into her expressive eyes brimmed with tears, he knew he couldn't kill Potter or Weasley. He couldn't bring that pain upon her.
He just couldn't stop loving her.
He nodded, "You do understand, I presume, that you have lost the game and are therefore in my possession."
There was no back answer this time. No complaints or yelling about being treated like property. Instead she gave him her terse answer, "Yes."
"Then say goodbye," He said with a gesture towards Potter and Weasley. He watched as she took a deep breath and turned to her friends.
***
Hermione turned to face her two best friends with Malfoy by her side. She felt like a magic barrier had come between her and her friends. She knew she couldn't get too close to them without infuriating Malfoy.
She'd lost.
She had really lost.
She had thought she had been prepared to lose but obviously some part of her had been holding onto the belief that she would win because she felt like her world was crashing around her like expensive wine glasses.
"Goodbye," She said. She felt like her throat had closed. Tears were threatening to spill but she would not cry. She wouldn't allow herself to cry.
There was a drawn out moment when Harry and Ron said nothing. Ron was visibly shaking, like an earthquake was happening somewhere inside him, perhaps in his heart. Harry was standing with a cold determined air around him.
"This isn't goodbye," Said Harry, his voice strong and firm, "Not now."
Ron shook his head mutely. When Hermione met his blue eyes, she found them sparkling with tears. "I'm so sorry," He said, "I'm so sorry."
Malfoy stepped forwards, and threw Harry and Ron their wands back. Malfoy, with a patronising air, wiggled his fingers at them and said smugly, "Nice meeting you."
It happened so fast that Hermione nearly missed it. Malfoy flicked his wrist slightly to the right, and with a flash resembling lightening, her two best friends vanished without a trace.
She stared at where they had been standing for a full minute and then backed up slowly, unaware of anything except the weight of the world on her shoulders. When her back bumped off the wall, she slid down. She had never felt so emotionally drained.
The tears that had been threatening to spill, suddenly flooded down her face and a sob erupted from deep down in her throat.
Once she sobbed once, they kept coming, echoing around her. They were coming so quickly, it was almost painful.
The last thing she was aware of was Malfoy leaving the room, before she sobbed, and cried, and lost sense of the world.
***
A/n - This was wrote when I was in a bad mood. It was scribbled down in some notebook and I had to hunt it down. I start writing at the weirdest hours! Anyway, I just typed it out, so if there's any typing mistakes or whatever I'm sorry, but really just want to get this up!
Don't expect another update for a little while. School and homework takes up so much of my time, and I really want to catch up on my other HP story: Deal with the Devil, although I really like this story much more, but I think it has some kind of potential to be okay.
Anyway, I'm going to be quick and not do personal thank you's if you don't mind. Sorry to all those who mind.
All reviews and death threats were appreciated! Thanks guys, and hope you don't mind who the winner is. People are quite 50-50 on who they want to win. Harry and Ron aren't totally out of the woods yet though!
I have an idea for the next couple of chapters but it might take me a little while to get out. I realise I have no proper update routine, so if anyone wants me to email them when I do update, just leave your email address and make sure to say that you want me to. I don't want to Spam you with a stupid unwanted email, (I hate those)
Yay! I went to an interview and got a job today!!! Yay! Congratulations to me!