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What Good is a Heart	By : Varada Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Firstly, this songfic was written as a response to the Songfic Challenge at the Draco/Hermione Contra Veritas website. Secondly, this songfic was actually originally written as a one long chapter one-shot, but as the archives here do not allow longlong chapters, I've had to divide them into shorter chapters! Finally, many thanks to Smashing Sugar for spending many sleepless nights beta-ing this fic.

Warning: Non-consensual sex scenes and extremely graphic sex scenes in general. As there are currently a number of great well-written dark Draco/Hermione fics where non-consensual sex takes place (see the brilliant "Lucife Swe Sweetheart" by Mexx and "Monsters in the Closet" by Anessa Ramsey), the plot of this fic arose as a response to a challenge from a close friend to write an aggressive animalistic Draco who claims Hermione by force as he knows no other way, yet in the end, in contrast to the themes of current darkfics mentioned above, is capable of eventually expressing his love in a gentle sweet way. That said, enjoy! :)

WHAT GOOD IS A HEART: SONGFIC TO CODE RED

A Response to the Contra Veritas Songfic Challenge

The scent of fresh lilacs and daffodils blew with the cool spring breeze towards Hermione as she sat on the grass step terrace which served as seats overlooking the Quidditch field. Next to her, Ginny and Lavender were brimming with joy, cheering loudly between fits of laughter for their fellow Gryffindor Quidditch team members in a match against Ravenclaw. The afternoon sun was high over their head, yet Hermione dit fet feel hot or sticky with the humidity. The first breeze of spring carried with it a refreshing catharsis that kept her feeling cool and clean among the boisterous loud cheering and sweating crowd beside her. But when she suddenly felt a wave of heat travel up inside her as though someone was slowly torching her alive, causing her to lose concentration on the game, she already knew who it was that had come to sit in the grass step behind.

The final whistle signaling that the game was over blew and the crowd of Gryffindor students stood up aneereeered happily, as Lavender and Ginny along with many other fellow house mates rushed off to the center of the field to congratulate their Quidditch team. But the unbearable heat twisting inside her would not leave her alone. And she knew he was still there. She felt a thin strand of her hair being lifted, but instead of feeling cool, the gentle breeze that stroked her neck felt hot and burning.

She did not react. She kept her emotionless eyes on the distant figures of Harry and Ron being thrown in the air by the happy cheering Gryffindor housemates, although she felt tortuously hotter and a single sweat droplet rolled from her temple down her cheek, as the owner of the hand behind her twisted his fingers sensually along her hair. The wind that blew between them suddenly seemed a lot warmer.

�Hermione?� Her heart skipped a beat. Did he just call me by my first name? A slight smile almost crept up at the edge of her lips. But she ignored him anyway.

�What if I told you that�� he drawled slowly, almost seductively. Her heart raced fast within her as she felt him lean in closer and closer behind her, until the warmth of his lips graced her ears; teasing her, torturing her, yet never touching her.

�WHAT, MALFOY?� Hermione shouted in annoyance as she whipped herself to face him. �What the fuck do you want from me?�

Her eyes stared back at him angrily, with greater intensity. She noticed how the corner of his lips began to turn up into a slight smirk.

Draco took her chin into his hand and she froze at his touch. His smile spread across his face gently as he pulled her face upwards towards his, and their eyes locked against one another. His bright silver blue eyes were more beautiful than when she last remembered seeing them.

�What if I told you I�m in love with you?�

The silence between them suddenly seemed to drown out the loud, mad cheering of the students in the Quidditch field below.

{I told you how I felt}

Four Weeks Later.

Draco took large angry strides towards her as she walked briskly in the Hogwarts corridor late at night after spending too many hours in the library. The sound of her long robes brushed noisily and hastily against the floor as she quickened her pace but did not turn around to face the sound of the footsteps behind her. Her feet could not seem to catch up with the maddening beat of her heart, pounding so loudly within her as if it was echo against the cold stone walls of the empty corridor. Her robe brushed even painfully between her bare legs as she hastened her pace until she felt a sudden loud pang of pain against her back and found herself being pinned against the wall between two strong arms of Draco Malfoy.

�Why are you avoiding me?� he asked her sternly as she turned her face sidewto sto stop herself from looking back into his eyes.

�When have I been avoiding you?� she answered coldly, not lifting her eyes from the dark stone tiles on the floor, his body locking her tight against his.

�Ever since I told you.�

�Look, Malfoy,� she spat back at him angrily as she turned around to stare hatefully into his eyes. �I don�t have time for your stupid games. Just tell me what the hell you want and get the fuck away from me!�

�You wouldn�t believe me if I told you.� One of her eyebrow rose up slightly to question him.

�Try me.�

�I want�� his breath was hot and raspy against her neck as he pressed her closer against the wall, suffocating her with the warmth of his radiating body through his thin layer of black silk. The vibration of his voice against her virgin smooth skin seemed to have woken all her senses as they tingled wildly beneath her, and Hermione found herself turning her head sideways unintentionally, stretching the soft skin of her elongated neck and allowing his lips greater access to their increased sensitivity.

�I want�� he whispered closer onto her neck, after a tortuous, seductive pause, as his hot wet lips opened against her skin and his hard tongue began trailing forcefully upwards. She grew redder with each touch; hotter as he began crawling his fingers sensually up the inside of her thighs beneath her plaited wool skirt; weaker as his fingers stroked gentle circles at her most sensitive spot at the edge where her long leg met the rest of her delicate figure. She felt her muscles tense under his touches, and held her breath as she quivered with every movement of his deft fingers. They reached higher and higher while his tongue hardened their upward trace against her stretched and twisted neck, which agonized to feel the full impact of his force and the pain he could cause her and to finally release her, until she felt the cool wetness of his tongue against the soft skin below her ear in a lingering last stroke and she shuddered from her head to the tip of her pointed toes.

��You� �

{I told you what it meant
But I still haven't changed your mind}

�What do you think you�re doing?� She screamed loudly at him, pushing him off her fiercely. �GET AWAY FROM ME!� Hermione called out exasperatedly, panting from the forceful struggle she had with him, breath disjointed and loud against her hot heaving chest while she kept her hateful gaze fixed towards his own.

�Don�t talk back to me, Granger,� Draco answered nonchalantly as he took longer strides heavily towards her and she moved backwards along the corridor, their eyes caught in an intense heated battle against one another. �There�s no one to help you here�but me.�

Hermione quickly assessed her surroundings and realized that she had wandered towards the dark end of the corridor leading towards the Slytherin dungeons. Black metallic serpent decor lined the ceilings along the walls of the corridor as dimly lit blackened chandeliers squeaked under their rusted chains. The air was much damper, much cooler. The night wind that howled between the thin pillars lining the stone corridor was dank and musty, leaving a chilling taste of stale blood with the air she breathed in. The safe sanctuary of the Gryffindor common room was a world away.

She looked back at his eyes and answered unwaveringly, though sweat had begun to bead themselves along the soft edges of her face, �I can help myself, thank you very much.�

�Don�t be a smart arse, Granger!�

She raised one eyebrow cockily back at him.

�Let�s see if Potty and Weasel will be here to help you now!� He cried out angrily as grabbed her painfully and dragged her noisily down the corridor. She struggled hard against him, but he only pulled her harder; so hard that she felt her shoulders being ripped apart as tears welled up under her eyes.

�MALFOY, STOP!� Hermione yelled out in pain, her voice echoing loudly against the long narrow dark corridor. �Where are you taking me?�

He ignored her tantrums, tightening his grip on both her hands with only hand and quickening the gait of his walk, dragging her even more forcefully behind as she stumbled on her own feet to keep up with his pace. The sound of their footsteps resounded noisily, messily, angrily against one another in the cold silence of the night.

�Where are we going?� she asked him between breathless pants as her heart raced to catch up with her legs.

�My room.�

She pulled against him hard and they stopped in their path. For the first time, she had the strength in her legs to stop him from dragging her further along with him.

�Why are you taking me to your room?� Hermione asked as she bit her lower lip nervously, almost with the naivety of a young girl, except her eyes revealed that she was not that ingenuous and her heart was burning madly within her.

�Why would Draco Malfoy normally take a girl to his room?� He asked her teasingly back, eyebrow raised while his silver grey eyes pierced smugly into her. Hermione made out the first traces of a smirk appearing slowly on the corner of his lips.

�I don�t know, Malfoy�� she answered back impassively, enunciating every word clearly and slowly, ��And I don�t really care�.

�You might care after tonight,� he exclaimed heatedly into her as he pulled her into a passionate embrace, her body pressed hard against his, as his hands violated her, corrupted her, and ravaged her soft frame, now almost limpid in his arms. His lips found their way to her neck and sucked hard on any drop of stubbornness she had remaining. His hands sneaked their way to the naked flesh of her breasts and he pushed and squeezed them vigorously. Hermione let out a loud sudden gasp, her eyes suddenly jolting open as she felt his teeth pierce deeper into her skin below her neck. He sucked even harder, faster, and more savagely against her as if to draw out all life from her so that he could own every trace of her powerless soul.

�Have you lost your mind?� She managed to gasp out breathlessly, arching her neck sideways further to receive the heated touch of his kiss, as her cheeks flushed from the burning sensation that quickly spread across her face and through her veins like an uncontrollable raging forest fire with the quivering hot wetness that seemed to ooze slowly out of her, as his strong hands caressed her tight derriere in firm circular movements.

�Yes.�

His voice was raspy and breathless as he lifted his eyes to meet hers, locking her speechlessly in his embrace. For a moment, she fought hard to keep her own heart beating steadily.

�Well, I haven�t!� She yelled at him angrily as she kicked him and pushed him off furiously. �So leave me alone because you will never have me!�

�And why won�t I?� He shouted after her as he grabbed her wrist forcefully and pulled her back towards him.

�Because you seem to have forgotten that I�m Ron�s girlfriend, have been his girlfriend for the past two years, and am very much in love with him.�

�Oh, I haven�t forgotten�� he answered coldly, teasingly, as his trademark smirk began to form at the corner of his lips. He traced his finger slowly down her jaw line, ending at her chin as he turned her face to look straight into her bright brown eyes, a mere breath from one another. ��But that doesn�t stop me from wanting you.�

�Well, I don�t want you!� She protested loudly as he grabbed each of her arms and drew her closer to him to limit her movements. �I don�t desire you! I don�t dream of you! I don�t want anything to do with you!� She stopped for a moment, panting, to catch her breath and stared intently into his eyes, �I hate you.�

�You know you don�t hate me,� he drawled sexily as his smirk widened slightly and his eyes twinkled briefly against the light from the dim torches lining the hallway. One hand of his wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer towards him, while the other began fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. She raised her eyebrows at him curiously.

�I�ve seen the way you look at me, or rather, the way you try not to look at me,� he continued as he sneaked his slender finger under her shirt, brushing them gently along the curves of her breasts. �...Every time I�m in the room, you wish I wasn�t there, yet at the same time you can�t stop looking at me, hating yourself, hoping that your two mindless entourage won�t be able to read your mind�� He trailed his sharp nails across the hill of her breast, resting them over her nipples which were now ere and and pressing hard against their thin cotton bra.

��You wake up every morning dreading to see me again and then fall asleep wondering why I�m always such a prick to you�� He leant closer over her so that his soft platinum blonde hair hung messily over her face, and she took in his scent and the warmth of his words against her ears, as her entire body felt like melting into liquid.

��And everyday the feeling grows and grows, driving you insane until one day, you can�t stand it anymore�� His warm lips feathered soft kisses along her neck until they stopped just under her ear, sending sweet shivers down her spine.

��Seven years is a long time to deny you don�t feel it, Granger�� His low hot whisper almost burned her alive as they left a lingering touch like wild raging electricity which shot like boiling mercury throughout her veins, awakening every one of her senses that have been dormant for too long.

�Feel what?� She asked coldly, unblinking, as she kept her emotionless gaze always at him.

�Feel�this.�

And Draco pushed her against the wall-sized portrait behind them, kissing her passionately and ravenously, sucking every warmth from her soft lips, as his adept hands made their forceful movements along with the hard thrusting of his tongue that searched for all traces of the sweet dripping wetness inside of her. The portrait creaked opened as he increased the force of his kiss against her, closing any space left between the curves of her hard breasts and his firm toned chest, as he reached out for her thigh, lifting it slightly so that it sat comfortably between his strong gripping fingers. A soft agonizing moan escaped from the back of her throat as the portrait swung open like a revolving door, and the two figures laid pressed close and heaving against one another on the ancient painting, messy and tangled, kissing madly, vigorously, savagely, devouring one another as if their lives depended on their ability to suck all life from the other. The portrait door spun slowly, closing them both to the darkness on the other side, yet they laid unwavering in their heated fervor as he ravaged everything she had inhibited from the world.

{I know that you�re afraid}

�Lumos.�

Hermione�s eyes ached suddenly as they tried to fight the sudden brightness that overwhelmed the Head Slytherin�s room, the lair of the dragon. Draco Malfoy�s room was immaculately clean, not as she had once imagined it at all. The satin dark green bedcovers were pulled taut and the black velvet pillows flattened without a single crease. Books were lined in order of height along the mantle case over his well-polished mahogany study table. There were no pieces of clothing or used parchments on the floor. The dark intricate Persian carpet in front of his large bed was free from any trace of dust under the shimmering moonlight. The room smelled of wealth, elegance and ultimate seduction.

�Come,� he ordered calmly as he sat himself on the bed, leaning overbearingly on one elbow, very much comfortable in his position of power. �I won�t bite,� he drawled with a cruel smile as he stopped to look at her expressions. ��And there is no escape.�

Hermione threw a quick glance at the door and saw a large dark iron bolt blocking the opening of the very portrait door that had swung her into her enemy�s arms.

�Don�t you have a password?� Hermione askedh unh unmoving expressions, remembering that she had not heard him utter the particular word to allow the entrance of his room to open before them. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest defensively, standing as still as she could facing him from across the room.

He looked up at her, quite surprised by her question. �I could if I wanted to�� he paused before getting up from the bed and walked towards her, ��But then, that would mean that you, or any of your stupid minion friends who happen to hear my password would have access to my sacred sanctuary.�

She found her legs weak and unable to step backwards as he moved in front of her, his chest inches from her, though not far enough as she could feel his fingers pulling on a stray strand of her brown hair hanging over her face and tugging it gently behind her ears, as he leant over and whispered, ��And I can�te the them messing around in my personal life now, can I, Granger?�.

�So how did you�� she began to ask, but found herself unable to complete her question, breathless and unbearably hot as he moved his hands firmly down her neck and across her shoulder before stopping where his hands brushed gently against her swollen breasts.

�My voice, Granger,� he continued slowly as he lowered his eyes to his hands that were spread apart and traced across her breasts at an excruciating pace. ��The portrait door has been enchanted to open at only the slight sound of my voice when I touch it. In other words, it will respond only to the sound of its master.� His hands traced upwards as she felt his fingernails cutting into her soft skin, crossing the sore skin on her shoulder blades and up along the sensitive curves of her slender neck until his fingers reached out for her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. ��Just as you will respond to yours.�

She heard her own voice in a sudden loud deafening screech sounding off the walls of the cold dark room, before his words had time to make dreadful sense to her, as he swept her off her feet, and she felt her heart suddenly slipping fast through her body. Hermione protested loudly as he carried her and finally threw her forcefully onto his bed, trapping her under his own powerful beautiful frame. Catching her breath loudly, she looked up at him as he lay directly over her, his mesmerizing steely grey eyes conquering her dark brown eyes. Hermione felt the soft slight movement of his heaving chest on her as he pierced his eyes more intently into her, as if to declare war on her, wanting to eat her alive, penetrating deep where no one had entered.

Draco smiled at her � Was it genuine? Hermione couldn�t bare to look at him further because she was caught between blushing bright red under his alluring gaze and wanting to slap him hard, except that his hand held both her arms over her head and she hated being weak and powerless under him even more than hating the fact that he was making her melt under his hot touch. She turned her head sideways and stared blankly at the large figure length mirror on the wall, seeing him lying on top of her, as he forced her legs apart to receive him. She hated the look of excruciating desire in her dark eyes and the way her cheeks were flushed in pink streaks. He turned to the mirror and smiled at her again as she watched their reflection, seeing him take his hand slowly up to his mouth and wetting it seductively, drawing his index finger from his mouth slowly as a trail of saliva sparkled under the dim light and his own tongue sensually licked his finger from its base to the tip. And he watched her blushed even redder as she turned further sideways to escape his seductive gaze, only to find herself trapped with his dark velvet pillow beneath.

�Malfoy, please�� She moaned out softly, begging him to stop as he bent down and pressed further over her, watching her reaction in the mirror as he began to sneak his wet fingers under her skirt, searching for her wetness between her thighs. Her body ached to explode as his fingers caressed her heated wetness dripping with desire, and she hated even more the way the she tilted her head slightly when he pushed his fingers harder against her, hated how she arched slightly when he pressed himself closer against her, and hated how her eyes glinted with joy momentarily before closing for a brief second as she felt indescribable pleasure where her hot flesh met the tip of his wet finger swirling circles madly as they sneaked into the lining of her sticky cotton panty.

�Don�t be afraid,� he whispered softly into her neck, the warmth of his words sending her shaking uncontrollably with burning desire. She turned back to look at him hatefully as he leant down, his face touching hers, and felt the hot sticky sweat from his face on her own. She opened her eyes wide and watched as he lifted one hand to stroke her face gently with the cruel cold smile on his face, the smile of a victor before he devours his hunted prey, and almost as if to reassure her that resistance is futile.

�You will enjoy this�� he continued as he reached for her underwear and pulled it off her painfully in one quick forceful stroke.

��And it will all be over soon.�

{You're frightened of the pain
But you can let down your guard}

�NOOOOOO!� She screamed loudly upon feeling her nakedness under her skirt, and with only one of his hand now holding her arms, the adrenaline rush in her helped her succeed in wriggling from his tight grasp and she elbowed him under the jaw forcefully before rushing breathlessly from his embrace, clutching hard to her chest as tears began to brim under her eyes, only to find that the locked portrait door was the only entry to the room.

�Mudblood bitch!� He called out to her, as she turned back to look at him rubbing his sore red cheek with hatred boiling behind his eyes. �I was trying to be nice. But if you don�t like it nice, then I�ll be rough!� He walked up angrily and loudly towards her as she watched with shocked expressions, feeling every drop of sweat oozed out of her and trickled along the skin he had just made sore.

�HELP! Somebody help!� Hermione yelled furiously, knocking madly against the bolted portrait door. �Somebody get me out of here please! Somebody please! Please!� She turned back to see him walking closer towards her as she hit the portrait door even harder, hitting the door so hard that her hands chafed and left splattered red marks against the dark wood, tears streaming wildly down her face, her heart beating so fast she thought she would die any moment. �Is there anyone out there? Oh god, help me please! Anyone get me out of here! Somebody plea � �

�That was a bad move, Granger,� he said sternly against her ears as she froze upon his touch and he grabbed her by her waist ferociously, carrying her hysterically screaming and crying figure away from the door. �You can�t run away from me. Nobody can.�

�GET OFF ME, MALFOY!� She shouted so loud her throat hurt, kicking him madly as he carried her. She protested vehemently as tears streaked her wet flushed face, hitting him furiously with her fist, wrestling against his arms which only tightened their furious hold on her. �Don�t touch me, you asshole! Let me down now!�

He dropped her down on the floor with a loud thud, her legs still shaking with the force of its sudden impact on the carpet floor. She looked up at him angrily, panting; her breathing ragged, she was exhausted after her series of hysterical screaming, and looked straight into his eyes, wringing his neck so hard in her mind.

�I said if you don�t like me being nice, I�ll be rough.�

And he grabbed her with ever more force as he threw her over his shoulders, her legs kicking and dangling in the air, tears flowing down to the space below, wetting his shirt with her hair hanging over him. Her waist hurt at being hung over his broad shoulders in an uncomfortable position as he grasped her legs, grabbing so hard to make her still that she was sure she would have rows of purple bruises on her thighs the next morning. She hit him unrelentingly on his back as hard as she could, as hard as the voice that screeched out of her, hitting him faster and stronger than her heart was beating madly against his strong firm chest.

�Why would you want anything to do with a dirty Mudblood, Malfoy?� She finally asked in an exasped sed soft whisper when she had drained all her energy and collapsed onto his shoulder, her tear-stained face hanging loosely over his shoulder, and her long disheveled hair swinging with the force of his walk.

�Because,/i>,/i>, Granger, Draco Malfoy does anything he wants to do,� he answered firmly as he continued his steady pace towards his bed, holding tight to her legs so that she could not wrestle under his grasp. He tossed her higher over his shoulders as they finally approached his bed whose dark green satin bedcovers were now rumpled and wrinkled from their earlier heated interaction.

�Two, the Mudblood unfortunately happens to be you.�

They reached the side edge of his bed and he paused as he took a deep breath before throwing her, her back facing towards him, roughly onto the bed.

�And, three, I can�t keep running away from you.�

{�Cause when we run, we hide}

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