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Deception	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Finish It
- 2-Red Rabbit
- 3-Linger
- 4-Setting Out
- 5-Sweet
- 6-Shiver
- 7-Discord
- 8-Intruder
- 9-Preservation
- 10-Humiliation
- 11-Prurient
- 12-Dreams
- 13-Denial
- 14-Contemplation
- 15-Panic
- 16-Ravish
- 17-Rape
- 18-Cling
- 19-Disown
- 20-Nightmare
- 21-Haze
- 22-Discover
- 23-Bitter
- 24-Present
- 25-Detached
- 26-Regret
- 27-Dispute
- 28-Colors
- 29-Awakened
- 30-Obedience
- 31-Anger
- 32-Challenge
- 33-Confused
- 34-Cold
- 35-Fear
- 36-Cryptic
- 37-Void
- 38-Ninth Hour
- 39-Tenth Hour
- 40-Eleventh Hour
- 41-Midnight
- 42-Suprise
- 43-Infantile
- 44-Oath
- 45-Defeat
- 46-Maleficent
- 47-End
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A burning pain greeted Hermione when she finally regained consciousness.
For a few moments, she lay still, staring at an unfamiliar white wall. Bright sunlight spilled across the room, illuminating the kind of cutting edge furniture one usually found in a muggle tech home.
The only difference was that there were no appliances. Everything was very gray and white.
She brought her hand to her throat and flinched.
The skin was tender to the touch.
Where am I?
Slowly she sat up, wincing the entire time. She felt like someone had tried to hang her by tying a rope about her neck, tossed her off a building, only for her body to repeatedly slam against the side.
What happened?
She was laying on a sofa. It was white, very square, with no arm rests. But very soft and comfortable, like memory foam.
She wore a pair of old jeans. But she had dirt and what looked like blood under her fingernails.
It made her blanch.
I need to find somebody.
She made a move to stand but immediately sat back down. The entire room spun if she did that. No, it was better to stay still.
And wait for someone to find her. Maybe they would find her dead body, because she was so thirsty she literally thought she would die. Her mouth was like dry cotton.
It was awful.
Think.
Hermione remembered the horrible invasion at her home. If she weren’t feeling so awful she was certain the memories would provoke a larger reaction. But she was so damned tired, and it hurt all over. She wanted water…
Breathing in deep, she broke out into a hacking cough. God, she nearly hacked up her lungs.
It took several minutes before she calmed down.
But what happened after that?
She went to the Ministry…Mr. Weasley escorted her; convinced her to go.
She had to speak to the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor.
This time she did fling herself off the sofa.
Draco Malfoy had said horrible things to her, and then he…
He became the thing that invaded her home. He tried to rape her. Oh god he tried to KILL her! She needed to get the hell out of here, find a police—no—an auror and catch him. She needed to get away from here, what if he was here!
Feeling panic, she stumbled over a table, no doubt bruising her knee but she didn’t care. Her number one priority was survival.
But her dizziness made it difficult.
She kept stumbling into things, and by the time she made it across the room she was gasping for air, which only aggravated her throat.
Because he had tried to strangle her.
She leaned against the wall. Frightened, terrified.
At least you know that you want to live,coward.
Hermione feared what she could not understand, and she did not understand any of this.
It made no sense, that things would turn out this way.
Must get out…must find a way out…
She stumbled past a doorway, was actually very nearly at the door, when—
Malfoy angrily burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him.
He was swearing.
Immediately she turned and tried to hide, before he saw her—
‘What the fuck are you doing here Granger?’
Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun--------!!!!
The shaking returned as her blood froze and pure terror tried to keep her rooted to the ground.
She gave herself credit. She managed to move.
But she was badly injured and dehydrated.
Of course he would catch her.
Malfoy spun her around and snapped, ‘Make a habit of breaking into people’s homes?’
That gave her pause.
Because Malfoy was the one who brought her here. Brought her here, in tow with none other than his father, which didn’t suprise her at all.
Yes, she remembered now.
He had been strangling her, and his father had appeared. No....that wasn't right. Oh why couldn't she remember! She knew that his father HAD appeared, but it wasn't at the ministry. Malfoy had taken her here. She knew that much at least. And then someone was here...
Angrily, she hit her head with a fist, trying to job her memory. Who was it...it was...
Oh god, he was the one who intervened last time—
And he had said something strange. Malfoy had hissed and snapped, baring freaking fangs like a beast.
‘MINE!’ He had hissed, ‘I will kill you!’
And his father had said….
It had been in French. She didn’t know what he had said.
But whatever happened, it convinced Draco that it was okay to leave her here. Or had she simply fallen unconconsious? Did that even matter?
Somewhere in the middle of this, she had fallen unconsious and, thankfully, awoke alone...
‘GRANGER!’
Hermione’s head snapped up.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
No longer alone.
And for the first time in months, that terrified her. What she wouldn't give to be alone again!
‘Answer me, Granger, why are you here?’
…And the strangest thing happened.
Hermione felt herself compelled to answer. Even though it hurt to talk.
‘Yo..u brrrougght….m-me…..hrreee….’
Her throat burned, and she bit her lip to keep from whimpering.
Draco flung her away.
He suddenly grabbed her head, and tilted her face up, examining her throat.
‘Who did this?’
Really?
Seriously?
She would have laughed at the lunacy of the situation. Was he fucking with her?
And yet she still had to answer, ‘Y-y-ouuu!’
Ripping her arm free, she fell against the wall, unable to stand up and in danger of sliding to the floor. Her eyes watered and she imagined she looked like a child about to cry.
Why was he still torturing her? Wasn’t it enough? Was he going to kill her now.
‘Hushhhh…’
She whipped her head around wildly, recognizing the voice. It was the intruder’s voice. Malfoy’s voice. But he…hadn’t spoken.
She angrily stomped her foot, frustrated, confused, and most of all just angry and afraid. Why was this happening? Did the world simply decide to turn upside down and she didn’t get the memo?
Draco raised an eyebrow, ‘I did this? Really? First I break into your home, and now I strangle you and bring you to my house.’ He put his hands on his slim his and shook his head in disbelief, ‘Go to talk to my father, you too could write novels together.’
Hermione burst into tears. She was NOT crazy! She was not lying! So what if she sometimes heard voices, that did not mean she was crazy!
He took a menacing step forward, ‘You know Granger, I am never happy to see you, but I am in an especially foul mood in general. You can apologize and leave, or you can spread your filthy lies and see what happens.’
She threw her hands in the air but a wave of diziness sent her stumbling to the ground—or would have—if his arm hadn’t shot out to catch her.
Was he seriously fucking with her?
She looked up at him and glared. Was this his new game? Help her out after nearly killing her, raping her…
She glanced around,
Abducting her?
What was he going to? Did she play along or fight? Hermione wasn’t sure about ANYTHING anymore.
‘What’s the matter Granger?’ He sneered, ‘Cat got your tongue?’
She shouldn’t have done it.
She really, really shouldn’t have done it.
Hermione dug her nails into his arm and spit in his face.
Time stopped.
He stared at her in shock.
Her face crumpled to one of horror.
What the HELL did she just do? Did her intelligence take a vacation?!
Hermione stumbled backwards, even as he slowly used the back of his hand to wipe away the traces of her spit.
Malfoy slowly turned,
And she saw with growing horror that his pupils had shrunk to tiny dots.
She knew what that meant.
Very politely, Malfoy said, ‘Run, because I am going to kill you.’
She didn’t need to be told. Hermione was already running.
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