Dragon's Bride | By : ladyw Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Dragon's Bride
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Don't sue.
AN: Draco is quite a bastard in this fic, so please, be prepared.
I had began a day like any other. It had ended her life as it was.
In the morning she had been Hermione Granger, Head Girl, smartest student in her year, Gryffindor, friends with the Boy-Who-Lived. And then the impossible happened. People... no Death Eaters started to apparate into the school. They appeared in the Great Hall, shouting killing curses at everyone who moved, teacher and students alike. The only ones they spared were the Slytherins. A green tie and you were safe. Hermione had hidden in the wardrobe of her dorm, between school robes and silk evening dresses for balls that would never come, when she heard a Death Eater shouting two Avada Kedavras at her dorm-mates, cursing herself for not doing anything, for losing her wand, for not knowing where Harry and Ron were.
She hid a long time in the wardrobe, crying silently. The castle around her had become eerily silent when footsteps could be heard nearing the wardrobe. The doors were opened and down at her looked the smug face of Draco Malfoy.
"Ah, Granger, you are a smart girl, aren't you? Hiding yourself in the wardrobe, smart girl..." he spoke in soothing tone like a grown-up would talk with a particularly petulant and difficult child, "don't worry, I found your wand, everything is going to be... Petrificus Totalus."
As Hermione could no longer move a limb, Draco lifted her out the wardrobe, removed her head girl badge "Sorry, Hermione, but the badge has to go," and held his wand close to her hair. He spoke a few unintelligible words, then murmured: "This will work." He smiled at her, lied her on the floor and went over to the dead body of Lavender Brown. He kneeled next to her and spoke another charm. Lavender's hair turned from straight honey-blond into a bushy brown. Draco pinned the head girl badge on Lavender's Hogwarts robes, closed her eyes and spoke another spell, which caused blood and bruises to spread all over her face.
He came back to Hermione and looked down at her, ink-stained fingers, a glamour charm giving her Lavender's hair, the missing head girl badge and smiled at his handiwork.
"Listen to me, mudblood fool. Potter and Weasley are dead and so are their and your family. If other people find out that your are still alive, you will be hunted to the end of the world. I cannot let that happen. From now on you are Lavender Brown. Your parents are dead, you never associated with Potter and never, never try to tell someone the opposite, if you know what is good for you. - Imperio."
Hermione’s head seem to be clouded in cotton candy, vaguely she heard Draco lifting the body bind. Detached she looked on how he meticulously spoke an "Incendio" to all of her photographs and personal belongings - the picture of Ron, Harry and her together in third year, her parents, he books, her color-coded homework - her life went up in flames.
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Draco knew that the world owed him a lot, not only he was the heir of one of the most prestigious and rich families in the Wizarding World, touted to be the heir of Voldemort if the bastard's quest for immortality didn't went as well as he hoped, no, he was also handsome and smart and knew which side to pick.
He had worked hard on lifting the thousand-year-old anti-apparating charms on Hogwarts. Through him the Dark Lord had finally taken over the last hold of the light side. And what joy it had been to see finally his tormentor of many years falling down. Weasley and Potter had died without a problem, an Avada Kedavra by the Wormtail (To not risk a repeat of the tragic Halloween sixteen years ago.) and the Boy-Who-Lived became the Boy-Who-Died. Weasel hadn't even struggled at this point.
All in all it was a very nice day for Draco Malfoy. There was only a tiny, little problem. Draco Malfoy had an unhealthy obsession. It had haunted him for a long time, maybe even since his first year. Hermione Granger, know-it-all, bucktoothed, bushy-haired mudblood. Muggle. She was not the prettiest girl in the school, she was not the nicest, sexiest girl either and even her magical talents were nothing but book knowledge. But still... when Draco had laid awake at night he had thought of her and her hair, at her large, brown eyes, at her developing body, her legs, her breasts, how she would look under those robes...
He fantasized over removing her socks from her calves, her panties under her skirt, his hands under her bra, her kneeling next to him, dressed in nothing but her Gryffindor tie, looking up to him, kissing his thighs, he rarely needed more to come all over his sheets.
He started to obsess over her, her nervous little habits, her voice when she knew the answer to a particular tricky question, he would memorize the curve of her breast just to be pleasantly surprised after the summer.
And while his father introduced him to his Death Eater circle and he himself supplied the idea how to get into Hogwarts, he brooded how he could make his fantasies reality. He knew he got to have her, he had to possess her, fuck her, worship her body, make her scream in anguish and ecstasy or both. He had to kiss every inch of her body, had to make her his forever and ever and this is when Draco Malfoy came up with a plan.
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