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Chapter 2 : Chapter 2: I Don't Want This.
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Chapter 2: I Don’t Want This.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, cringing at the sunlight pouring in the windows of the Headmaster’s study.
Suddenly she bolted upright and groaned, feeling like she’d been hit by the Knight Bus.
Sinking back to the floor she took a few moments to adjust to her surroundings.
Hermione shot upright again and looked around. She was still in Headmaster’s study.
Her head span as she sat up, this time slower, and took in her surroundings.
Snape and Bellatrix were long gone. They had even left her alone in the Headmaster’s study.
She scowled at nothing in particular and used the chair she’d been sitting on last night to drag herself onto her feet.
Hermione sighed and put a hand to her throbbing head. She groaned and leaned on the back of the chair. She couldn’t remember much from last night, only Bellatrix screaming Crucio at her. Her memory seemed to have been tampered with, just a little.
Gaining her bearings, Hermione stepped away from the chair, stood up straight and headed for the door.
She didn’t even make it past the seventh floor corridor outside the Headmaster’s office.
“Ah, Granger,” Sneered a familiar voice from behind her.
Hermione slowly turned around to face him, knowing who it was before laying eyes on him.
“Malfoy,” She muttered in disgust. The kiss suddenly jumped to the forefront of her mind and a strange feeling took over Hermione. She knew she must be blushing and that was proved by the way Malfoy was looking at her, quite bluntly checking her out.
“Please, first names,” He said without a hint of his usual disgust, insult, pride or hatred evident. “Hermione.”
She flinched. He’d used that same whispered tone as last night. The whisper that seemed like he was telling a secret or as if to a lover...
“Fine, Draco.” She snapped and crossed her arms over her chest. “What the hell do you want now?”
Malfoy seemed to consider her for a moment.
“I told you I wasn’t done with you yet.” He finally spoke and it was with a hint of sarcasm.
Hermione blanched and backed away from him. He followed, all signs of arrogance and hatred gone, vanished completely.
“Hermione...” He whispered reaching for her then suddenly dropping his hand. A pained look crossed his expression and then it turned vulnerable-Very, very vulnerable.
Hermione blinked, quite sure it was just her imagination but no, the vulnerable look stayed put. She frowned.
“Hermione,” He tried again, this time in a much more demanding voice than last time. “I need to talk to you. Alone.”
“Why?” Hermione whispered sourly. Draco flinched.
“I....” Draco struggled to say the right thing. “I just need to talk to you.”
Hermione pouted and uncrossed her arms, placing her hands on her hips. They were both unaware of two watchful younger students, one of whom was Ginny Weasley, staring at them from a nearby classroom doorway.
“Right,” Muttered Hermione sarcastically.
Draco gave a resigned sigh and stepped forward, grabbing her arm before she could react.
“Draco.” Hermione warned in a low voice. “Let me go, ferret. You know I’ll fight back if you don’t!”
Draco chuckled and put his lips by her ear.
“I like it when they fight back.” He whispered. A cold shiver ran down Hermione’s spine. And, of course, Draco noticed. “It’s more fun that way.” He smiled and blew on her neck. “You’re the feisty one, right? Maybe that’s why Ron couldn’t handle you.”
Suddenly there was a loud crack which left Malfoy standing with his head turned away from her and a hand pressed to his left check.
Hermione had slapped him.
“You have no right judging my relationship with Ron!” She snapped and Draco flashed her a crooked grin.
“If you say so,” He muttered and laughed. “Not as good as that punch in third year.” He added this as an afterthought, more to himself than to her.
“But you deserved it,” Hermione replied smugly and that’s when, with a movement so fast it was a blur to Hermione’s eyes, her back hit the wall and Draco’s mouth was suddenly insistent on her’s.
Hermione gasped, both at the way Draco was kissing her and the force with which her back hit the wall, and it was Draco who deepened the kiss, it was Draco who finally, and quite suddenly, pulled away.
They stared at each other for a long time until Draco lowered his head and closed his eyes.
He swore and pushed away from the wall. Why had he done that? Again!
Hermione frowned at him as he started pacing back and forth in front of her. He swore again and came to a stop facing away from her.
Hermione pushed off the wall and went to reach for him.
“Don’t!” He snapped and jerked his arm out of reach. “Just don’t, Hermione!”
Hermione froze and fell back against the wall.
“Shut it, Granger,” He said and started pacing again, avoiding her confused gaze. “I...Just don’t touch me, Granger.”
Hermione’s frown deepened. What was wrong with him now?
She crossed her arms over her chest and watched him pace.
“Why?” She asked challengingly.
Draco’s head snapped round and he narrowed his silver eyes at her.
“I don’t know why!” He yelled making her flinch.
The two younger students hiding in the classroom exchanged a loaded look and backed into the classroom.
Hermione stared at him as he turned on his heel and stalked off down the corridor without a backward glance.
Irritated, Hermione pushed off the wall and walked off in the opposite direction, muttering to herself about boys and their stupid freaking games.
The two students shrank back into the classroom as Draco stalked past and then stepped out into the hall after making sure that both of them were gone.
The boy, who had dark skin and dark eyes, looked down the hall at Draco’s retreating back. Then he exchanged a confused look with the red-haired girl beside him, Ginny Weasley.
“What the hell was that, Ginny?” He asked as he frowned at the Slytherin’s back.
Ginny sighed and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes, suddenly exhausted.
“I don’t know, Zabini,” She muttered and opened her eyes, resting her bright brown gaze on the older Slytherin.
Zabini frowned in the direction that Draco had vanished in and muttered something about catching up with old friends.
“Blaise!” Ginny protested but the older boy just waved her off and took off down the corridor after Draco.
Ginny groaned and shook her head. It was mid-morning and she should have been in class over an hour ago!
She sighed, stepped away from the wall and headed back to the Gryffindor common room.
There wasn’t much she could do now and she certainly wasn’t going to stumble into class now.
Ginny snorted and turned a corner. She’d just say she felt sick and didn’t think she could make it to class. She nodded to herself and took off running. That would have to do. After all, she didn’t want Snape getting suspicious, did she now?
Blaise caught up with Draco just as he was about to enter the Head Prefect’s common room.
“Draco,” He said cheerfully. The blonde boy turned on him with a scowl.
“What the hell do you want, Zabini?” He snapped, one foot inside the doorway to the head’s common room.
“Um,” Blaise muttered moving closer. “I saw you with Granger, Draco. Care to tell me what that’s all about?” He frowned at Draco’s suddenly blank expression. “Well, er... What I mean is; why is she back here? And why were you guys kissing?”
Draco sighed and looked up and down the corridor before focusing on his fellow Slytherin again.
“You better get in here so I can tell you.” He muttered, running a shaking hand through his blonde hair.
Draco jerked his head towards the open doorway and stepped into the head’s common room. Blaise silently followed.
When Hermione returner to camp, she moved it several times before she had to return to Hogwarts to speak to Snape and Draco’s crazy Aunt.
They’d overheard Dean Thomas, someone called Dirk and ted tonks talking to several Goblins from Gringotts, including Griphook and Gornuk. They had learnt that the sword in Snape’s office was a fake and that the whereabouts of the real sword of Gryffindor was unknown. They’d also heard that Ginny had tried to steal it from Snape’s office and was punished-Her and her friends. Dean, Dirk, Ted Tonks and the goblins had then argued about the Daily Prophet and The Quibbler before leaving.
Then Harry, Hermione and Ron had tried to get Phineas Nigellus (Also known as Professor Black) to drag Dumbledore out of his portrait and into Phineas’. That hadn’t worked out so well, seeing as it was impossible for Dumbledore to leave Hogwarts via Phineas’ portrait.
Then they’d had a huge fight which had ended up with Ron storming out of the tent on them and Hermione in tears.
And what was the cause of all this fighting and distrust? A simple locket they’d retrieved from Dolores Umbridge earlier. But it wasn’t just any simple locket. It was a Horcrux, Voldemort’s Horcrux.
That night, after Harry had gone to sleep, Hermione had slipped out of the tent and disapparated. She stopped spinning and found herself in Hogsmeade.
Sighing, Hermione slowly made her way through the silent little village and down the long drive to the school’s grounds.
She had a lot of information that Snape was likely to force out of her-with the help of Bellatrix Lestrange, of course.
Hermione passed through the main gates slowly and looked around. No one was watching the main gates and there didn’t appear to be any “Death Eaters about.
Relaxing slightly, Hermione started walking.
She was exhausted. Running and fighting and casting a lot of spells would do that to you. Plus she hadn’t been back to Hogwarts and the two Death Eaters she was sure were waiting for her in the Headmaster’s office.
She kicked at the ground and slowed down. She really hated this. How could she have gotten herself into such a mess?
She snorted and ran a hand through her hair, slightly wild because of her current situation.
Hermione closed her eyes, remembering how she’d managed to get into this mess...
It was the end of her last year at school. She was in sixth grade and she was.... Well she was hiding to put it simply. Her parents had been fighting, it was summer holidays and she had really needed to get out of the house and away from them.
It had been raining, strange for summer and she’d been in the park. She might be nearly eighteen but she still found peace in the park. She had been sitting on the swing, just staring at nothing in particular when a shadow fell over her. It had been Wormtail, Voldemort’s most trust companion-until he’d lost Harry, that is-and Peter Pettigrew talked her into going for a walk with him. And then he’d grabbed her arm and suddenly she had been spinning and when it stopped, she had been face to face with Lord Voldemort, who had then talked her into doing this stupid mission.
Hermione had been stupid to make a deal with the devil himself.
She most certainly had not promised him anything, at least not in her right mind she wouldn’t have.
Hermione was now convinced that someone had placed her under the Imperius Curse or some other such spell and forced her into making an Unbreakable Vow.
She’d agreed to all of Voldemort’s terms and he had agreed to one of hers-That if Harry Potter is delivered to me, alive and well for me to destroy, you Hermione Granger, would be free to do as you please and no longer bonded via Unbreakable Vow.
Suddenly Hermione found herself flat on her back with a snarling man on top of her. Hermione screamed.
“Hello Granger,” Snarled Greyback. “It’s about time you got back.” He pinned her down and sat up, straddling her stomach. “I was getting very bored playing the good little watchdog for my master but now I’m free to have fun and you, little witch, will be my first source of entertainment!”
“Greyback,” Sneered a familiar voice from somewhere behind Greyback.
Fenrir Greyback groaned and got to his feet, taking his time and making sure to kick her at least once before backing off.
Hermione rubbed her chin as she sat up, staring at the person who had saved her. Well, sort of saved her.
Draco Malfoy stood back in the shadows of a large tree which overhung the long drive way.
“Greyback, would you pick her up?” He asked in a bored tone and turned on his heel, heading back to the school. “And don’t damage her! Snape and Bellatrix want her coherent.”
Greyback chuckled and approached Hermione, grabbing her around the waist and chucking her over one of his shoulders. Hermione hit him for a few minutes then gave up. It was pointless, Greyback was huge, a werewolf and not to forget. He was a Death Eater.
“Just one bite?” Fenrir asked and Draco sighed.
“One,” He said and started walking, “But no more.”
Greyback grinned and followed Draco back to the castle. He’d bite her later, when he had the chance to stop.
“Thanks,” Greyback muttered, still smiling. Draco rolled his eyes.
“Very funny, Greyback,” Draco muttered as they reached the castle.
Nott and another, unknown Death Eater were guarding the main entrance this time.
“Draco,” Nott said with a curt nod. “Greyback, I see you got your prize after all.”
Greyback snorted and removed Hermione from her position on his shoulder.
“Hardly,” Greyback replied. “I’m not allowed to keep her.” He winked and Nott burst out into a fit of laughter.
“I’m sure one night’ll be fun enough, Fenrir.” The other Death Eater muttered and Greyback laughed.
“It all depends on the night, don’t it boys?” Fenrir said and followed Draco through the huge, heavy oak doors. The two Death Eaters outside roared with laughter.
Draco paused at the base of the marble staircase and turned towards Greyback.
“I think she can walk from here.”
Greyback stared at him, frowning but he put her down on her feet and let go.
“Fine, but let me have that bite first,” Greyback grabbed Hermione and jerked her backwards, pinning her against him as he leaned over and sank his teeth into her left shoulder.
He chuckled in delight when Hermione cried out in pain.
“Don’t worry, Granger,” Fenrir said after he’d dropped her and backed off towards the door. “One bite won’t turn you into one of my kind.” The Death Eater looked up at Draco and grinned. “I think I’ll go have that moonlit run now, Draco. I’ll be seeing you both later then.” And he vanished back out the door.
Hermione leaned down over her knees and cradled her left shoulder, muttered foul muggle curses under her breath-A lot of them pertaining to a certain werewolf of a Death Eater.
Draco sighed and crouched down in front of her.
“Hermione, are you okay?” He asked and held out a hand.
Hermione looked up and narrowed her eyes at him.
“Do I look okay?” She snapped, completely forgetting about her newly acquired werewolf bite for the moment. “Do I bloody look okay to you?!”
Draco cringed but held steady, waiting for her to take his hand.
“Obviously,” He muttered as she tried to calm herself down, “You are not okay. Otherwise,” He waited as she accepted his help and pulled her to her feet. “You would be far away from here, and me.”
Hermione sighed and let Draco lead her up the marble staircase and then to the seventh floor.
“Obviously,” She muttered, annoyed. “I would be far away from Greyback and his insane mind.”
Draco chuckled and turned to face her.
“He’s not that bad,” He paused taking in her scowling face and bloodied shoulder. “Is he?”
When she didn’t answer, Draco moved his grip to her upper arm and began to march her up the stairs.
“That’s what I thought.” He commented frustratedly.
Hermione frowned at him and jerked her arm out of her hand.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She demanded, glaring at him as he turned to face her.
“Spit it out, Malfoy!” She snapped, hands on her hips, even though it hurt her should to do so.
“It means, Granger,” He snarled crossing his arms over his chest, “That you must learn to answer a question when it’s directed at you! Maybe Bellatrix wouldn’t punish you so much if you actually spoke when spoken to!”
Hermione glared at him for a split second before slapping him but Draco caught her wrist and jerked her towards him before she could make contact. Hermione tried to pull away from him. She’d received an electric shock from the contact-just his grip on her wrist seemed like it was shooting sparks.
She frowned at him when he didn’t let go. Could he feel it? Couldn’t he feel the sparks flying?
Draco narrowed his steely grey eyes at her and spoke in a low, harsh tone.
“Hermione, I am trying to help you, you do realize that, don't you?” He asked pulling Hermione closer until his mouth was by her ear. “I want to get out of this as much as you do.” He buried his face in the crook her uninjured shoulder and muttered, “I want out as much as everyone in this school.” He sighed and raised his head, meeting her confused gaze. “You don’t know what it’s like, to walk around this school and have everyone stare at you, whispering behind your back and trying to trip you up every chance they get. It’s humiliating. I don’t know why he sent me back here, there’s nothing here worth salvaging anyway...” He trailed off, suddenly lost in thought.
“Draco!” Bellatrix’s voice thundered through the school and he jumped back from Hermione, startled. “Get up here now! We don’t have the time to waste!”
“Come on,” He muttered without enthusiasm and started to drag her up the stairs again. They’d stopped somewhere near the fifth floor landing...
“Draco,” Hermione whispered, making him glance back at her over his shoulder. “I don’t want this.”
“I know,” Draco whispered back, stopping to give the griffin the password, “I don’t want this either.”
With great reluctance, Hermione and Draco mounted the stairs and slowly ascended them to reach the headmaster’s office.
Both of them had a feeling that it was going to be a very long night...
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A/N: Well, there you go. Chapter 2. Hope you liked it. Tell me if anythings wrong. Too long, too short, not enough entertainment? Oh don't forget ot review.
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