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Delightful Pain

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Chapter XI: Possession

Her POV:

It was insane.

I was
insane.

I don't know what got over me. It was like
as though I was possessed by a forbidden side of me that had been
trapped within the walls of goodness. The beast ready to be unleashed
was awakened by him. It was a beast swelling with lust and I just had
to do it. I had to go to him and tell him to come to me.

Of course I was insane. Why would anyone
want to do this? Why would anyone want to be with her rapist? Not
only did he rape me, but I hated him all these years, a hate that was
heightening to proportions that couldn't be measured. So what
possessed me into doing this? What took over me and made me try to
get him out of Azkaban?

I wanted him to come to me. I didn't know
what was in store for us. I didn't know whether what I'm doing is
right or not. However I do know what there was no way for this to
ever end. This insanity would never end. Day and night I'd think
about him. I feel so guilty for sending him to Azkaban. He doesn't
deserve that much. Or even if he did, we can't hide from the truth
anymore. And the truth was that we were woven together in such a way
that there could never be freedom.

He was mine. My prisoner, yet my captor. An
entity just mine alone.

So he had to come.

He would. Wouldn't he?

Outside the grass was growing, green life
waking, blooming. It was all a cycle, unremitting, going on
infinitely. First hate, then lust, and then hate again. I don't see
it ever ending, but yes, I do see it fusing to becoming what I feel
for the man who stole my innocence.

There is no word for it, however.

Hate? Yes. Lust? Definitely. Love? Never.

Or can it?

No. As much as I long for him- for his
touch, for his taste- it's not love. A girl can never love a man so
cruel, a man who had spun her so tightly to him that she was dying
from suffocation. He was a sadist; delighting in my every cry, my
every drop of exposed blood.

The only thing he did not like were my
tears, but he did everything to me that would make me shed those
tears. His nails would scratch upon my back. His fingers would dig
into my backside, pinching, squeezing, teasing, hurting, torturing.
His tongue, his lips; a devil's mouth, consuming everything I ever
had. Every feeling, every cry, every speck of dwindling hope was
gone, eaten by his hungry, infinite appetite. He never tired, he
never stopped-

That is, until now.

Oh, he did and I never wanted those very
devilish lips upon my own more so than now! I never wanted his nails
digging so painfully into my flesh that it would draw blood. I never
wanted his inscrutable eyes to ever stray from my sight.

But there was more that I wanted.

I wanted to have my own nails dig into his
own, baby-soft skin. I wanted my own lips - lips that he had called
"poisonous" - to tempt him to his own misery and death. I
wanted him to pay every ounce of tears I shed- in blood.

As horrible and sadistic as that may sound,
those were my exact thoughts and desires. No longer would he be the
one to be in control, to inflict the pain. It would be I. Only then
would my anger subside and only then, maybe- just maybe- I'd finally
know the word to describe this feeling of uncontrollable anger and
vengeance mixed with this sick lust for his sweet, seductive blood.

The events following the hearing at
Wizengamot had changed me drastically. Preceding it, I was someone
different, now I don't know who I am. All I do know is that I'm no
longer weak, no longer that frail being I had been during the days he
influenced me so negatively. No, now I was stronger. Perhaps it was
because now Harry and Ginny were no longer my enemies, no longer did
they look at me as though I had hurt them. No longer did they blame
me for what happened to Ron. With their moral support, which I lacked
during the time of my most need, I was almost back to who I used to
be.

Almost.

But even that has been tainted. The burning
agony which Draco had inflicted was a scar which would never fade.
With what happened mixed with my old personality, I have become this
new being. I am Hermione Granger, no longer innocent know-it-all, but
brimming with newfound intelligence. All my life, I was left with
knowledge gained from books, now I was filled with knowledge acquired
from experience, from the carnal instincts which can consume the body
if the mind does not control it.

No longer was I innocent, now I longed for a
forbidden, yet seductive touch.

The clock stuck the hour of midnight. He had
not come yet.

I was sitting upon the sofa in the Head
Dorms upon which those many months before, Draco had slept upon after
Quidditch practice or something to that affect. It was the area upon
which I had pushed him on top of at a point when I never felt more
sensual and needy in my life. I was confused, then, by my actions but
allowed natural instinct to take over. The kiss was sweet, yet
developed into something more demanding, passionate, and definitely
animalistic. I had not known what I did at the moment.

Now, however, I knew.

Draco was an addiction. A drug given to me
forcibly. Unlike other drugs that left you in a state of high
euphoria, Draco was such a drug that you never wanted to take in the
first place but it wanted you to take it. It pushed you, it begged,
it forced. And after a while the lines of force and willingness are
blurred and in the end you are left without reason and only a growing
need of the brain and of the body. If it's not there, you only want
it more and more. The desire burns as it spreads. One taste of it
after waiting too long, make the feeling greater. Soon waiting cannot
be an option.

You need it. And you need it NOW.

And at this point I wanted him more than
ever. The vibes of anger was fused with my trembling of desire. My
body was hot, aroused to such a point that not having him come to me
would end up painfully. My eyes were boring into the fireplace, the
orange-red flames dancing and mocking.

Why won't they turn green?

Outside, even as the greenery was growing,
life was ending. The War had begun. Lord Voldemort had launched his
attack. Harry and Dumbledore are gone somewhere unknown and Hogwarts
is left barren. A raid occurred the day before forcing the professors
to deem the castle unsafe and no longer fit for students to take
refugee in during the war. The younger ones were taken to Grimmauld
Place while the older and more capable were taken to train and fight
against the growing Death Eaters and followers of the maniac Dark
Lord.

But such things did not interest me longer.
They did not know that I went back to Hogwarts to await my nightly
visitor for another time. It might be our last, or the beginning of
something else. It might not even occur if he doesn't arrive.

The only part of the War that interested me
was the fact that intelligence arrived that the prisoners of Azkaban
would be set free tonight. Draco was one of them and I had gone to
tell him. I had risked everything to met him, to ensure that I would
able to see him one more time, even if it might be our last.

I can't wait for the war to end. I can't
wait for 8 more months for the possibility of having him freed
according to what his sentence was. No one knew what might occur
after the war, which side would win, which side would lose. I did not
know whether Draco or I would live to see the end of his sentence to
meet again.

Therefore I had to free him before. There
were too many emotions, too many hidden questions involved that
needed answering. I did not want to die the way I am, incomplete and
yearning. I wanted the end to this wait and what better way to do it
than to inform him of the plans and wait for him in the very place
where it all began; the Head Dorms in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry.

The consuming flames turned from red to
green.

A grin wiped away the disappointment and
sorrow I had for waiting this long. Draco's phosphorescence face
appeared in front of me. My hungry gaze drank in his profile. Even
coming from Azkaban he was breath-takingly beautiful. I never knew
why I never saw it before. His deadly beauty, his icy coolness that
froze time to a halt. With his presence, it felt as though the entire
earth had stopped spinning on it's axis. He had a majestic power
about him that even made you want to fall to his feet and let him do
anything he wanted to do to you.

The hunger began to muddle my thoughts. His
skin was an unearthly pale, his hair no longer stunning from
perfection but alluring from disorder. A million directions, his hair
went. However the same shine, that same silkiness was forever there.
My hands shook from desire to pull and tease his hair. His frame was
not frail, simply weak from those days in Azkaban. Stubbles dotted
his chin and cheeks from not shaving. Dark rings under his eyes did
him no justice, but the imperfection was more tempting than ever.
Dried blood was staining his forehead. I had done that. I had scared
him. It was my mark of possession.

He tilted his head to the side in an
arrogant manner. His gray eyes were searching for my own until I gave
in to it. For a split second, our gazes met. My heart froze with the
ice but after a moment longer of staring, the burning desire I found
there flared my entire body. The arousal burned into me was making me
unable to withstand it any longer.

I approached him slowly, unsure whether or
not he was real or whether it was just a dream.

When I was close enough, I knew it was him,
it really was him.

I ran into his unresponsive arms and
engulfed his mouth into a smothering kiss. At first he was stiff, not
responding to my touch, so I pushed him back so that his head banged
into the mantle piece. He winced and I was able to see the pain
spreading throughout his entire body. My fingers ran through his hair
and then to the back of his head.

A drop of blood stained my fingers.

It no longer made me feel repulsed. He had
always caused me pain and now it was my turn. Now I would be the one
to inflict the pain. He was under my control now.

He would pay me back for every tear I shed,
for every ounce of blood lost. Though I wanted his body, I hated him
more than ever. At that point I didn't know which emotion was more
powerful; lust or hate. But I did know that wherever there was
pleasure, there would always be pain.

I looked back up into his eyes. His stormy
gray eyes. They were a whirlpool of lust and hate and I was falling
deep within them.

"I'm glad you came," I whispered
to him.

That seemed to bring him out of a trance.
His gray eyes which became dreamy and mystical suddenly turned into a
harsher shade of silver. His expression hardened and he gripped my
upper arms painfully.

"Why?" He asked sharply. It was as
though he was suppressing his feelings inside him far too long and he
needed to lash out. He was angry, but frustrated more than anything.
His grip on my arms were bruising me. "What's the reason that
you want me here?"

I was silent for a while, hesitated and then
replied, "Because I want you to be here." Those words,
those confessions brought forth more feelings to arise within me. "I
can't stay like this without you. I'm going crazy, Draco." I
suddenly felt very drowsy, delirious from lust. "I need you."

"What do you want me to do?" he
hissed, his nails digging into my shoulders. I was shocked by his
sudden change in attitude. Why was he getting mad at me? I couldn't
bare to look into his accusing stare. He looked at me as though I was
the reason why all of this happened. "What the hell do you want
from me, Granger?"

When I looked back into his eyes, I realized
what possessed me into bringing him, freeing him. I had stole that
portkey that would transport him to an isolated public fireplace that
would bring him here. What made me do such a thing? Him; he and the
unspeakable emotion that he stirred within me. It had now consumed my
very being and forced me into doing such an act.

He was the monster that was within me, that
took anyway the innocence, the naivety I once had, and turned me into
this new Hermione Granger.

But when he asked me what I wanted from him,
I couldn't say anything. I was speechless.

"What do you want me to do? Sleep with
you?" he snapped after glancing quickly at the opened door that
led into my room, the Head Girl's dorm. "Take you to bed? Fuck
you so much that it hurts. Hurts all over till you can't even fucking
move? Is that what you want? Is that why you forced me to come?"

Again I was speechless. His nails were
piercing into my skin, breaking the outer layer and making me bleed.

I simply nodded my head. It was my
intention, was it not? For him to come so that we could do it again.
However, I wanted him to come so that we could do it the right way.
Not like the way he was saying it. It sounded so cruel from his lips.

"You're a masochist. No, you're not
that. You're just fucking mad, crazy, insane."

He released one of his hands from my upper
arms and ran it through his hair, looking at anywhere but at me.

However, suddenly his gaze dropped down
straight to me. That maniacal glint in his eyes that I remembered he
would give me those many months ago, came back. That stare could only
mean one thing: he was going to hurt me again.

"Fine, Granger. If that's why you
called me here, that's exactly what I'll do," he said with
finality, grabbing my wrist and forcefully taking me to my room. He
spun me there quickly and before I knew it, he grabbed a handful of
my robes and flung it off of me. My shirt was torn underneath and his
gaze flicked over my frame. Suddenly, he threw me away from him
harshly so that I landed on my back on the bed. The door clicked shut
with the flick of his hand; wandless magic.

Then he stared down at me, predator-like. He
licked his dry lips and crawled beside me. "This is what you
want, don't you?" he asked me. It was in that false sweet voice
he used those many days ago and it chilled me to the bone.

I shook my head, my eyes transfixed with his
gaze.

He trailed a finger, tracing the outline of
the scar he gave me that day. Just minutes ago, those days felt like
centuries ago, but now, as he looked at me in that manner, as though
I was a mere possession of his, made it feel like it was just
yesterday. My heart was thumping fast with fear. How did he suddenly
change back like that? How?

He lowered his mouth to kiss me, but I
turned away.

"No, Draco," I whispered. But he
took no heed and continued to chase my lips. I moved my head this way
and that, to get away but he was relentless. He moved his body so
that it covered my own. I was helpless, again. Again I had become
that same, frail Hermione Granger who couldn't speak up, who was
unable to get away.

The image of Harry, of Ron, of Ginny,
everyone, came rushing back. I did have a reason to live, unlike
then. I had to live for them. I couldn't let Draco get to the best of
me. I pushed him away slightly but he wouldn't budge.

"Stop it, Draco!" I yelled,
raising my hand and slapping him hard across his face. I pushed him
off of me for he was no longer paying attention to keeping me under
him because of the slap. He was shocked, and I was too. We were
panting heavily as well.

"Stop it, Draco," I repeated,
watching him sit up, his hand rubbing his red cheek. "Yes, I
wanted you to come, but not to repeat what you did back then. No, I'm
not going to let that happen," I told him fiercely. "I'm
not that same Hermione Granger who you took advantage of, Malfoy."

He looked at me, his gaze softening.
Suddenly, he looked no longer angry and smirked. The bastard actually
smirked. "Good. I expected that much," he said. He rubbed
his cheek one more time and then began to crawl out of bed.

"What do you mean?" I asked him,
confused by his words, yet still angry he tired to rape me again even
after all this happened.

He sighed. "I thought it would be my
last chance... to get you to hate me."

His words crushed me and a pool of memories
washed over me. I remembered everything he did to try to end this,
apologizing, confessing, going to Azkaban. He did so much yet it
never ended. It would never end. I don't understand why he doesn't
accept it.

He began to walk away.

"Where are you going now?" I asked
harshly.

"Leaving," he said without looking
at me. He left the bed and walked towards the door. Once my mind
processed what he was doing, I ran after him, shutting the door as
quick as he opened it.

"You're not going anywhere, Draco
Malfoy. You started this game, and now it's going to end whenever I
say so."

I watched him, watched him gaze at me in
disbelief and then sigh with understanding. He knew the consequences
of our actions and inwardly he had given up. I reveled in this Draco
Malfoy that I created. First a sadistic madman and then a helpless
one, trying to seek repentance. Now he was neither of them. He was
simply Draco Malfoy, the same yet different in so many ways and I was
not the same Hermione Granger either. But this was who were now were
and this is what we see in each other. I don't think I can ever get
used to being without him, being without this new identity he gave
me.

He was nothing but a mere possession of
mine, yet held more importance in my life than any other person. And
I knew that I was just a possession of his, yet I accepted this and
now he did as well. We were dependent on one another, thriving off of
each other's weakness. Without him, I was incomplete. I needed him
even though I hated him because of the lust that was brewing within
us.

He loved to see me weak, fragile, bloodied
and bruised. And now, even I was being to take pleasure in hurting
him. Because without pain, pleasure didn't hold any importance. He
would hurt me and I would seek my revenge in hurting him back. The
cycle would continue forever on.

There was no stopping this insanity of
delighting in each other's pain.

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Authoress's Note: Well that was the last chapter. I'll have
the epilogue up in a few days which, need I remind you, is very
important. In fact, without the epilogue, this story is not complete
nor will it ever. So stay tuned and I'll have it up.

And now, I thank you all for the reviews and the support. Every
single word really drove me to continue posting this and I hope you
all have enjoyed this story as much as I did while writing it. It was
hard for me to write, hard for me to make this ending plausible, but
I'm quite pleased with the result so far and I hope you guys will be
too.

Also thanks to everyone who voted for this story in the Dangerous
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