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Squirm	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28992 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Sorry I've been MIA this last week. I've been doing some personal discovery within myself. But I'm back, so expect updates quicker. Also, there will be updates on my other stories as well soon, as well as a one-shot birthday gift I'm writing for LightofEvolution.
~A.
I'm a corruptor. It's in my nature, it's who I am. There is no changing it. I'm not even sure I'd want to change, given the opportunity. I've always been one to push people to their breaking points just to see what it takes to make them break, and Hermione is no exception. So when the sun peeks in through the break between the curtains, I find no regrets in what was accomplished last night. If anything, it tells me she is stronger than any woman I have met, and, most likely, will ever meet. Especially when I pry my eyes open in the early morning hours to find her already jotting away in her notebook.
She's dressed since I've fallen asleep, and I'm mildly disappointed to see her body covered by the small camisole top again. Her body looks far more beautiful without anything to take away from it -like clothing. She's far too entranced in her work to notice I've awoken, so I lay still in the bed and watch her write. Merlin, she has no idea how beautiful she looks right now.
Eventually, I grow tired of watching and scoot closer to her, tucking my arm around her waist and moving my face into her side, distracting her from her working. She sets the book down on the dresser table and looks down to me, smiling.
"Good morning."
"Hello," I reply back, leaning up to kiss her lips. To my disgruntlement, she turns her face at the last moment and forces me to kiss her cheek. That'll never do. I sit upright and slink even closer, caging one of my arms, and then the other, on each side of her head, touching nose to nose with her. "Kiss me."
"We have to talk."
My eyes narrow, but I concede (because I'm feeling generous) and draw my face away from hers, settling back into my side of the blankets, my head hitting the pillow. "Alright. You have my attention."
"Firstly, I want you to know how much I enjoyed last night," she says, though her body language says she isn't enjoying whatever thoughts run through her mind as she wraps her arms around herself. "But I will never tolerate you taking advantage of me again."
"Taking advantage? Is that what you call you screaming beneath me?"
She shuffles in the bed, turning her entire body toward me. I can tell it's difficult for her to remain calm. "What you did -manipulating me like that… it won't be tolerated."
I perch an eyebrow, and, for some reason, my cheeks glaze over in heat. I feel as if I'm on display, being chastised for something ridiculous. "I'll manipulate you all I like."
"If you do, I'll turn you in to the Ministry myself," her eyes stare challengingly at mine. "We're here to cure you, not for you to put me in danger."
"You're already in danger, just being around me. Do you think you're actually safe? Because I have news for you, Miss Granger. I've given you no indication to feel as such."
"You're a good person, Draco. Even if you don't see it yourself."
I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Don't call me that."
"What?"
"Good."
"But you are."
There's a growl, low at first, then loud as it escapes the top of my throat and erupts out. I can't explain it. Suddenly, I'm so angry. So… fucking… angry… "I'm anything but good, Hermione."
"How can you say that?"
"How can you?" I seeth, grasping my hair at the roots to keep from using my fingers to damage her pretty, pretty body. "You think you know me, but you don't. You don't know what goes on inside my mind."
"Explain it to me, then."
My arms shake, my jaw clenches, and I'm entirely at the mercy of my other self. I roll out of bed, naked, and bustle toward the door. Hermione follows swiftly behind me, blocking me just before I make it to the doorway, shutting the door behind her and leaning against the doorknob. Wondrously determined, startlingly nude, she stands before me on display, refusing to back down from the monster I am. "Get out of my way."
"No."
"Now, Granger."
"Don't you Granger me! Now, I've looked the other way because I believe there's a shred of good in you, and I want to save that part of you. I don't want you to lose your soul." She places a firm hand on my chest. "Talk to me."
I lean forward, brushing my nose against hers. I know I should feel something -but I don't. She might not move from fear, but she will move. "There's nothing to talk about, love. Now…" I inhale the scent of her skin, drawing my nose down her cheek and into her bushy curls, "why don't you hop in the shower, and I'll join you here in a bit?"
"And you won't leave?"
"Of course not."
She sighs, stroking her hand down my stomach. To entice her, I push my body against hers, and it's all I need. She steps aside, and I take my chance, reaching for the doorknob. Her hand reaches out and wretches my wrist away, turning me to face her again.
"You said you wouldn't leave."
"Well," I roll my eyes, "I lied, didn't I?"
"Draco, stop this."
"No, Hermione. I won't. Can't you see? You want to know the real me? This is it. No pretenses. No formalities. Here I am." I stare deep into her eyes.
"What do you feel right now?" she asks.
A thin smirk crawls up my lips. "Nothing."
"Nothing?"
I shake my head in agreement. "Nothing. Not a damn thing. I know I should -a normal person would feel terrible for manipulating you the way I do, but I don't. I won't. I will always manipulate you. It's who I am."
"Why? I… I thought you cared for me."
"That's the thing. I do."
"Then why won't you let me in?"
"I am letting you in. You're just not liking what you're seeing. It's not that I don't know what I'm doing is wrong -I just don't care." I turn to leave, but she grabs my arm again. "Let me go, Granger."
"I'm not giving up on you."
"Maybe you should."
"Maybe you feel empty inside because you're afraid to let your emotions in. You're afraid of seeing yourself for what you really are. Did it ever occur to you?"
"You're going to analyze me now? No offense, but you're not a shrink. And I'm not your bloody pet." I wrench my arm away and rip open the door. "I'll do as I damn well please, and you won't get in my way."
"Fine. You want your space?" she crosses her arms. "By all means. Go."
I raise an eyebrow at her. "Really?"
"Yes."
"Reverse psychology won't work on me, either."
"Of course it won't. I'm telling you to go."
I smirk, accio'ing my wand and clothes. It's as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders as I thread my legs into my pants and pull on my shirt. I can tell she's cross with me when I kiss her on the cheek -I know I should feel something for making her feel terrible. But I don't. And now she knows it.
"I'll… see you for dinner?" I offer.
"Don't count on it."
And then she slams the bedroom door in my face, leaving me alone in her hallway.
Interesting… maybe I'm not the only one who needs some space.
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