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A Bit of Light Stalking	By : LovelessHope Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: This is a Dramione Fan Fiction (I do not own the Dramione (Draco/Hermione) Fandom or the Harry Potter fandom or books, I do not make any money from this work. This is a work of fiction.

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Her body was perfect. Every freckle, deep brown eyes, big smile. He loved to watch her. She would come to Diagon Alley around 3:00 Pm every day, and that is how he would get his fix. She would run her fingers along the railways of the alley, mind lost in thought. He often wondered what she thought about. He would run her name through his mind like wind, melodic. Hermione. It was the perfect name, for a perfect girl. A perfect, yet filthy little mudblood.
Draco moved from behind a building tailing her as she went into Honeydukes, he knew she had no children of her own, so she must've been buying sweets for herself. Maybe today he would offer to pay for something, be a gentlemen, at the same time wanting to tear her apart. Maybe someday he thought, but not today. He waited outside of the candyshop, his eyes following her through the window, until she came out. She only had bought one thing. Chocolate frogs. He wrote on a piece of parchment
Chocolate Frogs
Draco added the sweet to a long list of items he had tracked her buying. Then he watched as she walked to a fireplace near by to floo herself back home. Hmm he thought. I should be getting back home as well. He floo'd himself back to his home. Not nearly as big as the manor where he'd grown up, but fair in size. He then went to his bedroom. It was lonely now that Astoria had gone away, but it's not like he really cared. He knew why she'd left. She knew about his infatuation with Hermione Granger.
Now that little shrew was gone, and Draco could put the paintings he made out of adoration for the mudblood on his walls. Above his bed, anywhere he pleased. Speaking of being pleased, he flopped on his bed, pulled down his trousers, and stroked himself to his full length. He ran his fingers up and down his shaft, pretending it was Hermione's mouth. Her cute lips, her small tongue that she flicked out when deep in thought, her eyes. Oh gods, her eyes. He could just imagine them looking up at him as he forced his cock down her throat. He imagined them welling with tears as she choked. That's what she gets, he thought, always thinking she's better than me, wiggling her plump arse in my face every day. Fuck.
Draco looked at the painting directly in front of him, it was Hermione, but naked and covering her breasts, a seductive grin on her face. He stroked his cock harder, precum spilling out of it. Oh he wanted her. Wanted her on her knees, then on her back, then chained to his bed. He wanted her as his doll, his little fucktoy, his little mudblood.
Draco's thoughts turned fuzzy as he got closer to cumming. The thought of her moaning out of forced pleasure, after hours of begging him to stop, only to give in to her perverted body, sent him over the edge. Cum spilled out of him rapidly, and he moaned into his hand. When he had fully finished he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He had just put his robe on when he heard a knock at the door.
He went to the door nonchalantly, his eyes almost popping out of his skull from what he saw when he opened the door, though. He gasped. It was Hermione, her face red from tears and her clothing torn. "Help-H-Help!" She sputtered and pushed past him and stumbled right on the floor of his living room. "Shut the door!" She wailed. Draco just looked at her
"The door you bastard!" Hermione screeched
Draco snapped out of his trance and flung the door shut. What the fuck was happening? Was Hermione on to him? Why was she at his house.
"Hermione-What's wrong-
"Ron! It's Ron they're after me!"
Hermione scrambled up off the floor and ran to the first room she could find, which was the coat closet, and slammed the door behind her, putting a lock charm on it. Draco felt as if he was in some bizarre and twisted dream. He starred at the closet. If he opened it, would there really be Hermione in it? And how could she have come to him? She should've known it was a bad idea. Was subconsciously, that is, How could she possibly know about the perversion... Unless somehow she maybe did?
Draco spent minutes starring at the door, until his brain told his body that there was a girl, infatuation beside, in his closet. And he should at least try to get her out. She couldn't stay there forever. Well... he thought to himself, maybe... The thought of her chained up in his closet made him bite his lip a little. Fuck, well she was right there... No! Do the right thing.. Besides she still has a wand, she could hurt me.
He unlocked the door magically and opened it to find Hermione in a heap of torn robes crying.
"Hermione, can you tell me what happened?" Draco said, trying to add sympathy to his usually cold voice
"Go away Malfoy!"
Did she just tell me to go away... in my own house? Draco thought
"Ahem... Um Granger, you are in my closet.. Can you atleast tell me why?"
"R-Ron, he and his strange cloaked friends came to my door, they want to disect me! They want my blood!"
Draco was taken aback. Sure he hadn't seen Ron in a while, since he stopped walking to Diagon Alley with Hermione after they'd broken up, but to think he was part of a cult? That wants to take mudblood? Even Draco Malfoy was surprised with that news, and he had Voldemort hug him for Merlin's sake!
"Why do they want your blood, wait... Why are you here! Tell me Granger!"
Hermione seemed to fly up from her crying position to her wand pointing directly at Draco's throat.
"I'll tell you. But you have to promise you're not with them!"
"What the hell Hermione! You come into my house, hide in my closet, then threaten me with death when I want answers?"
"Promise!" Hermione pressed her wand deeper into his neck "Or you'll be dead before you can even blink your little roach eyes"
"Fine ! I promise!"
Hermione withdrew her wand and put it in her pocket, then went from the closet and sat on one of Draco's many couches. Draco sat in front of her, his eyes not leaving her even for one second.
"Well it shouldn't come as a surprise to you, but many pureblooded families don't like as you like to call us, Mudbloods, and Ron lost his mind after his brother died. He blames it on what he calls my kind. It's why we broke up. He said if people like me weren't at Hogwarts, people like Voldemort wouldn't even be a big deal"
"What about the wanting your blood part?"
"I'm getting there Malfoy!" Hermione said, her eyes narrowing as she moved her hand to her wand, just in case.
Draco put his hands up in a sign of mercy
Hermione continued "Ron is crazy! And he wants some of my blood to make some sort of concoction that kills muggle born wizards and witches like myself.."
"He had to have your blood-
"Why you insensitive little- Hermione drew her wand
"Woah Hermione, just asking, just asking"
"Yes it has to be my blood! It has to be blood that is in a person that either destroys a horcrux, or has been killed by Voldemort, given the blood is still fresh! Well I am the only mudblood who ever even touched a bloody horcrux, and if he gets my blood, not only will he kill any muggle born within a 500 foot radius, he can drink the concoction and become just as powerful as the dark lord himself! Then kill all muggleborns!"
Draco's eyes widened "You know what, Hermione. I'll make you a deal, I will let you stay here, because you and I both know that derranged Weasle-bee won't come looking for you at my house, but you have to pull your weight around here... meaning doing things like say... I will just use the term chores"
Hermione looked at him quizatively "What kind of chores..."
"Washing dishes, picking up my laundry, that kind of thing"
Hermione looked at him hard "Okay, but any funny business, and I will be gone!"
Draco sneered "No skin off my back if you leave, but remember you do have a bloodthirsty weasle after you"
Draco just chuckled then grasped Hermione's arm. "Let me show you to your room".
And Hermione followed Draco, the room looked nice. Besides how hard could doing some laundry be? Oh was she in for a surprise
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