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Obscurity	By : mutableair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is my first story! Please R&R. I would appreciate any feedback/constructive criticism. :)

OBSCURITY

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Everything has turned into a type of pointless absurdity. A reality that’s lacking anything close to what some would call “serenity.” I have entered a fuzzy haze of what used to be me. And now, I know for certain the only thing that remains is a personality poised on falsity. I never imagined that this is what it could be, though the cards were laid out plainly. Without distraction, I do not assume what holds the meaning. But I know that without a doubt, I have fallen for the enemy.

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            The corridor that she walked down was hauntingly dark, but she couldn’t push herself to care about the dangers that could possibly be lurking in the shadows. The creaks and moans of the castle fell on deaf ears. Hermione was in a state of lackluster wonder. A few hours ago she had been ecstatic at the idea of starting a new school year, a fresh start. She had been named Head Girl, a long awaited goal she had finally achieved. What she wasn’t counting on was that she would have to share dormitories, responsibilities, and precious time with someone she not only disliked, but someone who was the epitome of an enemy. Hermione found out that Draco Malfoy was Head Boy when she boarded the train to Hogwarts. Looking back, she could still envision his signature smirk, the air of aristocrat he held, and of course the complete arsehole-ness he possessed.

            Malfoy had laughed sinisterly at the expression Hermione had given him when she noticed the sparkling Head Boy badge on his robes. She imagined she must have looked like she had witnessed an exorcism or perhaps, a virgin sacrifice to Voldemort.

  “Stop your gabbing, and move out of my way, Mudblood.” Malfoy hissed at her, specks of spit flying through his teeth at her. Hermione regained her voice when she felt his spit hit her face. Giving Malfoy a glare and a simple “grow up,” she pushed past him to the compartment, which she was sharing with Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

  After the Returning Feast, leading first years to their respective dormitories, and unpacking her stuff in her Head Girl suite, Hermione felt entitled to a calming walk. Malfoy had yet to say another word to her, even though they had seen each other through duties and in their shared common room. ‘Maybe this won’t be so bad, I can just ignore Malfoy and he can ignore me…’ Hermione pondered to herself, still feeling uneasy. She knew it was unlikely that Malfoy would leave her alone without a few scathing remarks and possibly a thrown in sneer here and there. But that would be bearable. She knew she could take him out magically; she had studied ahead the past seven years of her Hogwarts education both with text and practical magic. Though if he decided to physically attack her, she wasn’t so sure she could manage.

  Hermione slowly made her way back to her dormitory; she needed to be well rested for tomorrow. Classes were going to start in the next two days and she wanted to be organized and well read before the start of her new seventh year courses.

  The torches that lit the corridors in this part of the castle were low and ominous. She turned the corner and was faced with the painting that guarded the Head’s rooms. A twining and rugged tree was dead center, leaves blowing in a soft wind. One side of the painting portrayed a dark night sky, with the moon low and large in the left hand corner, slightly covered by the tree’s branches. The other side of the painting portrayed the sunrise, the sun’s glow reaching all the way to the top of the painting. Sitting next to the tree was a white wolf, mouth hanging open slightly and it’s teeth gleaming in the morning sun.

  Hermione approached the painting with a smile.

      The wolf turned towards her, “Password, miss?”

      “Calamity.” Hermione spoke quietly; still unsure of why the Headmaster would chose such for the password.

  The wolf slightly nodded, and the painting flung open.

            She made her way into the joint common room; the fire was still burning brightly filling her with a sense of warmth. Hermione closed her eyes for a split second, only to open them and see Malfoy’s pale face in front of hers.

            She gave start, “Malfoy, what in Merlin’s name are you-“



            Malfoy had pushed her against the fireplace mantle, a slight grip on her throat.

            “Listen, and listen closely Granger. I am not going to put up with your shite. You will not push me around, and let your Head Girl status get into your bushy head. You are beneath me, and you will act as such. Unless of course, you want to pay the consequences of disobeying me.” He smirked at her.

            Hermione pushed her arms out, effectively getting Malfoy a few feet away from her. She pulled out her wand and aimed it at his chest.

      “I don’t have to do a damned thing you say, Malfoy. And don’t forget that.”

            Hermione made her way up to her dorm room without taking her wand off of Malfoy. His eyes had a dark gleam, and she could just imagine what he was planning. ‘What the hell is he playing at anyways?’ She thought to herself once she was in the safety of her room. She quickly got dressed in her nightclothes, brushing her teeth and putting out all the lights. She climbed in her bed pulling the covers tightly around herself. After tossing and turning for quit some time, thinking about what Malfoy had said to her and it’s implications, she finally fell into a fitful sleep.

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  The next morning Draco awoke from his bed well rested, though slightly perturbed. He still had to figure out what he was going to do about Granger. He had an image to uphold, and he damned sure wasn’t going to have her walking around like she was the Queen of England. He had enough shite going on with his father and the Dark Lord to have people questioning his authority within the school.

  After showering and getting dressed, Draco made his way down to the common room. He noticed that Granger had yet to make herself apparent, and wondered if she had left early. ‘Wonder if she was scared?’ He snickered to himself. Then a voice in his head told him that she didn’t seem too frightened last night when she had pushed herself away from him and pointed her wand directly at his heart. ‘Well, guess we’ll just have to see if we can take care of that little problem…’ He mumbled.

  Draco walked into the Great Hall with a flourish. Blaise and Pansy weren’t too far behind, the wide doors closing loudly behind them. Draco and his friends strode over to the Slytherin table with elegance and superiority. Draco sat towards the end of the table, Blaise sitting across from him and Pansy practically on his lap. They began mindless chatter about school and possible ways to torture the first and second years. Draco wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed this type of conversation with his two best friends. His life situation had become difficult; exposing him to evils even he couldn’t imagine performing. His home was broken because of the Dark Lord’s presence, and he was put under constant pressures from his father. He chose not to tell Blaise and Pansy about the activities that occurred in the Manor over the summer, preferring them to assume that he enjoyed the mindless torture and numbing pain that muggles, muggleborns, and blood-traitors went through. Though he knew he could not stand the idea of killing someone, he hadn’t convinced himself that he wanted to be a hero either.

  Across the Great Hall, Hermione sat with Ginny conversing lightly about what had happened over the summer. Hermione was in a better mood this morning, if not a little tired but she would be able to pull through. Ginny was asking her about her new dormitories and if Malfoy had tried to pull one on her.

      “No, Gin. Everything is fine. The dorms are absolutely wonderful. And I haven’t talked to Malfoy since the train.” Hermione lied convincingly.

  Hermione didn’t want Ginny worrying about her, or getting a hot head over the situation. Everyone knew Malfoy was a prat, and there was not reason to think that he was being anything other than that last night.

      Ginny smiled sweetly at Hermione, “Well, if that git does anything to hurt you, you let me know, alright? I swear I’ll hex him into next week.”

  Hermione snickered at Ginny aggressiveness; she knew that Gin would always be there for her, no matter what happened.

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  After spending some time in the Library studying and working her way through some of the seventh year course material, Hermione decided to make her way to her dorms. She had some work that she needed to get done with Malfoy, but was anxious to approach him about the Prefect’s patrol schedules. ‘What can he say, honestly? He has to help at some point, whether that is now or later… It would make my life easier if he just told me to do it on my own and pranced off like he’s expected to.’ She had an image of Malfoy prancing around in a pink tutu, and the thought absolutely made her giggle.

      “What’s got you in such a giddy mood, Mudblood?” Malfoy drawled from one of the plush seats near the fire.

      “Obviously not you, Ferret.” Hermione snapped back, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.

      “Really now, Granger?” Malfoy had started to make his way over to where Hermione was standing.  “Some how, I find that terribly hard to believe…”



  He was now less than two feet away from where Hermione was standing; he towered over her making her appear small, fragile.

  Hermione stood up straight, fingering the wand in her sleeve. “Malfoy, regardless of what you believe, we need to get the Prefect rounds scheduled out so we can present them on Monday.” She said unwavering.

      “I could care less about the Prefect rounds. What I find important at the moment is that you understand and obey my commands from last night.” He sneered at her.

      “Malfoy, do I have to spell it out for you? I am not your servant and I will not obey your commands.” Hermione spat at him.

  Draco grabbed her by the collar and pushed her against the wall forcefully. He leaned in close to her, felt her quickened breath on his neck. “You WILL do as I say or I promise, I will make your life a living hell. You think it’s bad now, Granger? Having to pull your wand in defense because something evil is sharing these quarters with you? Well, imagine me everywhere. I’ll be so far underneath your skin; you’ll want to cut me out. Do I make myself clear?” He whispered in her ear.

      “As clear as the twisted shite in your mind could ever be, Malfoy.” Hermione seethed back at him.



  He was too close. She could feel his deep breaths falling against her ear, moving her hair. She could smell his expensive cologne, something close to sandalwood, with a hint of cherry. She could feel his fingertips digging into her collarbone, and she honestly just wanted him to go away. To forget she mentioned the Prefect round schedule, forget that she thought this arrangement could be anywhere close to bearable. She was foolish and this situation was very real. How far was he willing to go tonight? Would he actually hurt her?

      “Agreement enough, I suppose. Though… You should try harder, Granger. I’m not usually an easy man to please.” With a menacing grin, Draco walked back over to his chair next to the fire, picked up his rucksack, and went to his room.

  Hermione was left leaning up against the wall for support, to confused to even acknowledge the situation at hand, or why Malfoy was on such a power trip. She needed a hot bath and Hogwarts: A History.

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A/N: So this is Chapter 1. I'm working on Chapter 2 currently, a review or two would be great inspiration. ;) Some form of... deliciousness is sure to ensue within the next couple of chapters! Let me know what you think.
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