The Dark Beckons Chapter 6

A/N:

Hermione is now Darkish. I was going to have her turn on Harry, but I love her as a character, and couldn't do it. I need to change a lot now.

I decided to say screw it and write a lemon. It's not too graphic, so its not really the best. It's my first time writing one, so be nice.

Also, check out my forum. I'm working on it with Aella Rosalina (the link to her profile and prompt is on my profile. Her story Cry For Me Baby is awesome). We have a contest up, and a co-writing opportunity: the forum is under the link forum/The-Extra-Hands-Harry-Potter-Fanfiction-Group/123388/.

I have a new story, Masks, which I think you should check out as well. It's pretty good, and pretty graphic. I love it…

Please review. I will keep updating regardless, but slower because I don't want to waste a lot of time and effort into a story that barely anyone likes. I get more encouraged to write and love updating quickly if I have at least two responses, but again, if not many people like it, I lose drive. If you like the story, take two minutes to put a sentence or two as a review. Last chapter only got one review, and I 'm kind of disappointed with that.

Chapter Start:

Hermione's POV/ Better to know and be hurt, then be killed by something you don't know:

I should have known… there were hints, signs of abuse. He picked at his meals, and his body language (arm around his food, head down, eating as quick as possible while being polite) suggested that he thought someone would take it away, and once told me he would throw up if he ate too much too fast: a sign of malnourishment. He was so thin, fragile, and short, probably was starved, again… malnourishment. He wouldn't take his clothes off in front of the guys… he locked the door of the bathroom and changed. Now I know its because of his scars. How could anyone do this to him? He's so sweet, brave, and innocent… how could someone try to break him? I hope he won't change.

When I found out about the Order's part in it, I immediately knew because of the interview that landed that fucking bastard (Dumbledore), excuse the language, Harry would be in danger from the Order. I went to Remus, Fred, George, and Sirius and told them my plan. Someone would need to stay and watch the Order so we could warn Harry about any plans regarding him. I volunteered because I knew it would kill Remus and Sirius to pretend to hate Harry (plus, they wouldn't be believable to be loyal to Dumbledore, as they knew the truth about what Dumbledore did to Sirius), and the rest couldn't hide their emotions well. I was perfect for it, because Ron was obsessed with me and I could twist that and the rest of the Weasley's to my advantage, I had rapport with Harry and could pretend to spy on him, and everyone thinks I love authority figures… at least, those who don't bother to get to know me. Harry was the only one who I let see the real me. I have a mask, same as everyone else. I knew I needed to talk with him before I went through with my plan.

Dear Harry,

I hope you're safe and happy. I heard what happened in the Prophet, and I'm so so so, times a billion, sorry I never caught on… if I can do anything to help you, I'd love to do that. I've got your back. Ron is another matter entirely. He was paid to be your friend… I just found it out. He was told by Dumbledore to befriend you and turn you to the Light side. Dumbledore wants you dead… Ron was bragging about his tasks: to make you neglect your studies, to make you believe that all Slytherins and the Dark Side is evil, and to feed you Liquid Courage to make you risk your neck, as well as love potions for Ginny… I did some research and honestly, if Voldemort wasn't trying to kill you, I'd side with him. The Light Side seems just as bad as the Dark, if not worse. Voldemort can't be for pure-blood supremacy: he's a half-blood, and what half-blood would want a society where he was treated as the lowest of the low? I just wish I knew what he was fighting for. I can't believe I didn't see that earlier… I guess I'm not nearly as observant as I thought. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were getting paid as well. They were going to put love potions in your food so you'd marry Ginny at a young age, and put her in the will as the only person who would get your money when the time comes. Ginny didn't know… she was horrified when she found out.

Sirius and Remus wanted to kill with the POS you live with. Sirius could rival Bellatrix with his ideas of torture techniques… I was frightened, but Professor Snape stunned them before they could do anything (I would have joined in with Sirius… I always wanted to try some curses out that I found, but never got the opportunity. Blood-boiling and setting people on fire is generally frowned upon nowadays… can't imagine why). He told them after he revived them that Sirius just got freed and he wasn't going to testify again to free him this time, and that Sirius was no use to Harry with his soul gone. He told them that you were safe now and happy… is that true? I really want you to be. Does Snape know where you are? I don't want you to tell me where you are in case your letter gets in the wrong hands… mine has a notice-me-not spell on it. Practice it, its on page 237 of our new Charms book, and then tell me everything when you master it.

I've got a plan to keep you safe, Harry. Severus is now the Headmaster, and I asked him to do a re-sorting of our year. He agreed. I think you should try to get into Slytherin, because they protected you last year, and since you're probably with Malfoy right now, the protection will still be in place. I wish I wasn't a Muggle-born... even if Voldemort isn't prejudiced, the pure-bloods certainly are. I want to know more about the Dark Side, and befriending them would lead to more knowledge. I bet their libraries are full of useful books… the thought of not being able to get my hands on them is depressing. Harry James Potter, you'd better befriend all of those Slytherins and ask if you could borrow a bunch of books, and then give them to me!

Back to the plan: I'm going to stay in the Order headquarters and spy. I'll pretend to take the Order's side to make sure you're safe. They want to finish Dumbledore's work, and I want you alive and well. I don't care what you say about this, Harry. I will do this for you no matter what. I care about you and want you to live until at least 100, have kids, grandchildren, and be my best friend… also… name one after me!

Take care of yourself and do your homework. Love you lots,

Hermione

I hoped my letter wouldn't hurt him, because I told him of the betrayals. He needed to know though. It's better to know and be hurt, then to be killed because of something you didn't know… my motto, anyway. Maybe I should make a family tapestry and put that as my motto. Dammit, I'm becoming more and more like a pure-blood… actually, that's awesome. Maybe I can find out who adopted me that way…

… Harry's P.O.V: I need you tonight:

I woke up from another flashback, to when Vernon raped me the first time… I felt his disgusting hands run all over my body, his seed in my throat, pain in my insides because of him.

I needed to feel someone other than him… to erase the memory, to make me have at least one good experience with someone I loved and trusted. My mind made up, I walked to Draco's room, knocking at his door. He quickly opened it, in nothing but a pair of boxers, looking like a God that decided to go to Earth.

"Did you have another nightmare, love?" he asked.

I loved it when he called me that. It made me feel special, and well… loved. The first time he called me that was the first time I ever felt that way. I wanted more, needed more.

I pulled him close, moving his face downward so I could kiss him, starting out gentle, but growing more desperate. He was stunned at first, but then he started kissing back, running one hand through my hair and another around my waist. He pulled back after a bit.

"How far do you want to go?" He whispered.

It was the first time I was asked that, and since I was used to being treated horribly and no one giving a damn how I felt, I stared in shock.

"As far as you want to." I said.

"So, all the way?" He asked.

I realized that he was checking with me to see if I actually wanted to and was stable enough to do that. I knew he actually cared, which was new to me as well.

I nodded eagerly. Draco wasted no time and spelled our clothes off. He began by alternating kisses and licks all over my neck, slowly going downward, and my breathing hitched as he got down to my erection. He continued the same treatment… I never dreamed of anyone doing this to me, as he took it in his mouth completely, swirling his tongue around and then sucked. I barely could stand because of the pure pleasure I felt. Suddenly, I felt myself cum, so quickly and violently that I almost screamed.

I vaguely registered my legs giving out, and him carrying me to the bed, laying me down. He let me recover, and when I could finally focus, I saw a bottle of lube in his hands.

"Are you sure you want this?" Draco asked again.

"Yes… please, just get inside me." I begged, and he smirked that infamous, pure Malfoy smirk.

"Not yet."

I whined, and his smirk grew wider. He began lathering his fingers up, and I moved my hips up so he could lube me up. He began to finger-fuck me, first with one finger, then added two and my insistence.

He moved so he was laying down.

"Feel like controlling the pace?" he asked, another first for me.

I moved so I was sitting on his cock, and began to move myself up and down, fast and hard. Draco began to moan a bit, and sat up a little so he could have a better view of me.

"You're beautiful." He whispered.

For the first time, I believed him when he told me that. I began to feel myself start to cum again, and collapsed onto him. He pulled me close and moved me so I was on my back and he was on top, moving my legs so he could get better access, and started pounding into me, hard and fast because he was losing control too. He continued as I came, my walls constricting on him. I knew men liked tightness, and he definitely loved it by his reaction. He came shortly after, filling me with his cum. For the first time, I enjoyed it. He pulled out and used a spell to clean up.

"Feel like sleeping in my bed every night?" he asked.

"Definitely. Does this mean we're together?"

He smiled, a real smile, and nodded. "If that's what you want."

"I want that… more than you know."