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Fondu Au Noir	By : Wander_Lust Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 77870 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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My reflection in the mirror is like a strangers. I blankly stare at myself as I brush my teeth. There's a bruise on my forehead. It sticks out unpleasantly against the paleness of my skin as does the darkness around my eyes. I woke up filled with anger. Some of it is because of Malfoy. Most of it is because of Harry.
I rinse out my mouth, brush my un-manageable hair, grab my things and leave the dorm. No one is awake. It's still quite early-probably about an hour before the early risers get up.
I go to breakfast. Eat without tasting. Mostly I'm thinking. What to do about Harry? Do I ignore him? Give him a taste of his own medicine? Or do I confront him? I want to punish him. I want him to feel guilty for everything he's been putting me through. I want him to feel so bad that he never even thinks of pulling anything like this ever again. Then we can go back to how we used to be.
And Malfoy. Suddenly, I'm at a loss with him. I don't know what to think about him anymore. I had categorized him in my mind the knowledge I gained noting things about him over the years but it all seemed for not. Nothing that I knew about Malfoy ever suggested he would ever have an interest in me. I don't even know what it is that he displayed last night.
The only reason for acting that way would be to harass me in a new sexual way because it certainly couldn't be that he fancied me. I am not the fancying type nor do I want to be. The only type I am is the bullying type but you'd be wrong and sorry to try to bully me. Malfoy has tried which is why I think the only logical reason for invading my personal space after stripping me of all my power is to torment me in a new way that would really hurt me.
People start piling in for breakfast, mostly Ravenclaws. I realize that I'm running out of time in deciding what approach I should take with Harry. In the past before this all happened I know exactly the best way to hurt Harry would be to ignore him. However, for some unknown reason, Harry seems to want me to ignore him-which makes that punishment to not be one at all. In fact, its more of a punishment for me.
More people are coming in. Malfoy is one of them. I watch him as he enters with his lackey's in tow. I grit my teeth at how at ease he looks-not at all feeling ashamed or guilty for what he did. His eyes meet me as he walks to his table and instead of looking away he smirks-smirks- and inclines his head toward me like we're old time pals.
Anger so potent I feel it will literally set this whole castle on fire rages through me. I glare at him and his smirk turns into a lecherous little grin. I shoot up from my seat, startling a few people at the table, and grab my things. I need to get out of there before I duel Malfoy. I'm almost to the entrance doors when they open and I see the only other person that could come close to the hatred I feel for Malfoy.
"Oh, Hermione!" Ginny Wealsey says, breaking off from her friends with a quick word and walking right up to me. She looks beautiful as always with her long, thick red hair, nicely shaped legs.
I want to just pretend I didn't hear her- give her a snub and walk right on by- but I can't as she steps right in front of me.
"You're down here already? Harry has been waiting for you back in the common room. Though I think my brother was starting to convince him to leave when I left. He'd bug Harry all day if he missed breakfast waiting for you."
"Well no one told him he had to wait with Harry. He could have just come down by himself!" I snap. The nerve of these Weasley's as if its my fault they have an incessant need to follow Harry around!
Ginny gives me an odd look.
"Well, of course he'd wait with Harry, they're best mates. You go to eat meals with your best mates." She talks to me as if this is the most obvious thing in the world. As if the concept would be foreign to me since I so obviously don't have any best friends.
My hands clench at my sides and I want to hex her pretty face with a million boils. I walk away from her without another word.
"Oh, by the way," she calls after me as I force my feet to stop, "I don't know if Harry has told you this already, but, he's coming to our house for Christmas break this year."
I spin around, busy hair hitting my face, as I stomp back to her. She doesn't outwardly seem smug, but the look in her eyes is one of triumph.
"What," I screech, feeling my heart plummet a thousand miles in my chest. She smiles a factitious upturn of her lips.
"Yeah, mum wrote Ron telling him to invite Harry over for Christmas break and he said he'd love to go if you can come as well. Mum said yes to you both but if you don't feel comfortable going-"
"Of course I'd love to come. I won't feel uncomfortable at all." Bitch.
"Oh, brilliant then. I'll tell mum you said yes."
I turn around stiffly. I've never been angrier at my brother than in this moment. I'm so angry I don't know what to do. I'm so angry I could cry.
I leave with no destination in mind. Christmas. With the Weasley's. I see what Harry wants now. He wants to be a part of the Weasley family. He wants Ginny to like him, he wants Ron to be like his brother. He wants to be a part of that loving family. He wants more than me. He wants to not need me.
"Are you going to cry, Potter? Did Weaslette tell you she's tying the knot with your brother?"
I don't freeze up when I hear his voice this time. I don't care. My blood is boiling. My heart is tearing. I want to hurt someone. I want someone to hurt me.
He glides up to me with that infuriating smirk. I glare up at him with eyes full of hate. Suddenly I'm in his face without a care to height difference.
"You're a loathsome little ferret Malfoy. You're pathetic. There's not a person in this planet that gives a shit about you except for you deranged mother-"
"Shut the hell up, Potter, before you say something you'll regret." Malfoy's voice is low, dangerous.
"I hate you Malfoy. Everybody hates you. Even your deranged mother must hate you a little too since you look so much like daddy dearest-"
Malfoy's hands are in me in a second, pushing me harshly against the wall. I'm prepared though with my wand digging into his neck.
"Then it looks like you and I are one and the same then, aren't we? No one hear can stand you anymore than they can stand me. Even your precious brother wants to get away from you, isn't that right? Trading you in for that Wealsey lot. It's hilarious-"
"Say another word about Malfoy..." I hiss, just aching to hex him six ways to hell. "At least my father isn't a death eater rotting away in Azkaban. At least the legacy of my family isn't something people whisper about behind their hands and I can walk around freely in public. What has your mother been doing all by herself in that big lonely manor? It's shocking she hasn't just killed herself alre-"
I'm not prepared when Malfoy physically lifts me up with both hands to slam me back against the wall again and again. I see stars for a moment before I remember the wand in my hand. I cast a shield that repels Malfoy away harshly and I'm sickly satisfied when his head slams with an audible sound against the hard floors.
He groans from the floor, his head probably throbbing just as badly as my own. I keep my wand trained on him at all times as he slowly sits up, rubbing his head and wincing when he touches a sore spot.
"You don't get to push me around again Malfoy." I spit, making him glare up at me.
"What? Disgusted that someone else other than your precious brother has touched you?"
"Shut your mouth about Harry, Malfoy, or I-"
"What, Potter? Gonna go on about my mother? You're such a bloody hypocrite!"
"You're the one who started it Malfoy!" I bellow. He's up for the floor in a split second and I eye him suspiciously.
"And I'm going to finish it." His voice sounds deadly, his face so cold and serious. I don't really understand what he means. "You'll want to watch out. I know your weakness now. I remember how you froze up like a pathetic little fawn last night. Trembling like a leaf from me just touching you."
"If you try that ever again Malfoy, I'll tell the headmaster and have you expelled."
"Oh relax, Potter. You make it sound like I raped you...actually I was doing you a favor." His smirk is begging to be slapped off.
"You not only backed me up into a bookcase, you rendered me immobile and than had fun putting your filthy hands all over me and getting all in my space!"
"Oh stop being such a virgin! So I felt your leg! Big fucking deal! I didn't grab your breasts or finger your pussy!"
"Shut up Malfoy! You made me feel powerless. You did all those things on your own. You could have just left me alone! I didn't need your help! And now you say you know my weakness. What are you planning on corning me again in some dark place and raping me?"
I blanch as Malfoy outright laughs in my face.
"You think way to highly of yourself! I would never be able to get it up with you. That thing on top of your head alone is enough to turn me off not to mention that hole in your face. You sound like McGonagall."He shivers dramatically.
A sense of relief floods through me. I don't want ever Malfoy lusting after me.
"So then why did you practically kiss me last night? What was that at the portrait hole?"
Something in Malfoy's face changes and turns insidious. It makes me take a step back and grip my wand tighter. He moves closer and I erect another shield in between us so he can't get too close to me. He gives a darkly amused look at this but walks all the way up to it.
"It was dark in that hallway, wasn't it? So I couldn't see your hair, and you were conveniently unable to talk..."
He stares at my face, reading the horrified look in my eyes before he starts to walk away.
"Watch yourself Potter. If I ever catch you that vulnerable again..."
My shield falls. I stand there blankly for a moment. My nerves are beyond frazzled. I don't understand Malfoy. I don't understand Harry.
I go to class that is thankfully without Slytherins but unfortunately has Harry. He's waiting for me outside the classroom with an annoyed Ronald Wealsey by his side. Something in me snaps at the sight of them. Can Harry no longer be without a Weasley by his side? Can he not stand to be alone with me anymore?
When he sees me he immediately stands up from the wall and his careful expression immediately irks me further. I'm trembling, my emotions running wild. In this moment I think I hate him a little bit. He must see this because his eyes are now no longer cautious but worried.
"Hermione?" he starts to head toward me but I point my wand at him and erect the same shield with Malfoy on him. Behind him, Ronald lets out a loud Oy!
I let all the betrayal, all my anger and pain show on my face because I can't hide it from him. He watches, his green eyes wide on the other side of the shield and I can see it on his face that he knows he messed up, he just can't fathom right now how much, he has no idea.
"Stay away from me." I whisper it with a trembling voice as my eyes glare into his. I'm serious and he knows it. He opens his mouth to speak, his hands outstretched in begging manner but I turn away and enter the classroom to quickly sit in an almost full table beside Lavender and Parvati so he cant sit next to me.
Harry and Ron immediately follow and I see Harry start to come over to me but Professor McGonagall is in front of the classroom ready to start the lesson in less then thirty seconds when the clock strikes nine.
Harry's hand clamps down on my shoulder and I instinctively jerk away and practically on Lavender.
"Hermione-" Harry sounds so hurt but I'm beyond the point of reaching.
"Mr. Potter! Please take your seat! Class is starting now." I glare at Harry expectantly, ready for him to go sit down.
I'm infinitely surprised when he turns those green eyes on to the professor even as his hand grips onto my upper arm.
"I need to talk to my sister." He demands, his voice brooking no room for argument.
"Mr. Potter! You can talk to Ms. Potter after class." I wrench out of his grip again.
"Go sit down, Harry!" I hiss, completely appalled. All of the eyes of the classroom are staring at us with disbelief and I feel mortified. His eyes flick to mine.
"No." He says and I don't know if its to me or Professor McGonagall. He pulls me up and out of my seat before I can even blink dragging us away.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter unhand Ms. Potter and take your seat at once or it'll be a fifty points from Gryffindor and detention for a month!"
Harry doesn't even pause as he drags us out. I try to get out but his grip just tightens. The door to the classroom slams shut behind us to deter Professor McGonagall's pursuit for us.
"Harry, let me go right now!" I screech shocked and infuriated by his behavior but Harry is ignoring me two as he uses his free hand to whip out his invisibility cloak. I try to us this as a chance to break away but Harry is too fast, pulling me into him and wrapping us both in the invisibilty cloak just as the door burst open and a pissed off McGonagall steps out.
I'm about to open my mouth to speak but Harry has managed to wrap one arm around my waist to grip my wrist as the other wraps around my shoulder to cover my mouth.
Professor McGonagall stomps down the hallway as Harry pulls us back to the far side of the wall. Some students are peeking there heads out the door to stare after McGonagall.
When McGonagall reaches the end of the hall she looks around for us with visible anger before she bellows out 'fifty points from Grynffindor!' Quickly she turns back and heads into her classroom, ordering the students back into their seats with notable bite as the door slams shut.
Harry doesn't let me go so I struggle in his grasp, trying to awkwardly elbow his side.
"Hermione, stop, stop! Listen to me, alright?" I continue to struggle, making it clear that I would not be listening to him. I feel him sigh. "Okay, I tried to be nice. Silencio!"
I cry out in indignation which obviously makes no sound. Harry lets go of my mouth and whips off the invisibility cloak, still keep a tight grip on my wrist. I can't believe his audacity as I spin around to face him. I want to hit him but know that I never would. I point at my mouth and then at the door but Harry just shakes his head as he stuffs the invisibility cloak back in his back and fixes his askew glasses.
"No, I'm not taking off the silencing spell and we're not going back to class. We need to talk."
He starts off again, dragging me along behind him. I'm beyond infuriated...in fact I've just become numb with shock staring at Harry's back. Harry peeks back at me and a balefully meet his gaze. He frowns and speeds up his pace.
We're in front of the Room of Requirement a moment later. He holds onto me still as he thinks up a room for it to change into. When the door appears, he quickly enters dragging us inside. It's the same room that we've been coming to since we learned of this rooms existence, one that we made up together when we both yearned for a place to rest together.
It's much like the Gryffindor Common room. Cozy with a red and gold pattern but with a nice queen sized bed in the middle along with book cases and quidditch gear and supplies.
The door to the room slowly shrinks away but I wish for it back so I can make a run for it as soon as Harry lets me go. I can't stand to be around him right now. Not with my back still throbbing after Malfoy bashed me against the wall and not after all the times Harry has pushed me away. Harry drags me over to an armchair and pushes me down into it.
I glare at him and immediately make to stand but Harry just flicks his wand and the arms of the arm chair wrap around me, holding me down. He then flicks his wand and finite his silencing charm.
"Let me go right now Harry!" I screech as I thrash in the chair. I am thoroughly tired of being pushed around and manhandled. "I ha-"
"Don't!" His voice sounds pained and I stop to look at him. He meets my eyes with ones that are pain filled and sorry but I don't feel any sympathy. "Don't look at me like that. Tell me what I did, Her-"
"Should I start with how you've treated me like garbage all year?" I easily break in, ready for this fight, ready to lay it into him. "How you pushed me away and left me to dry without a real explanation, without any reason! You made me feel unloved! Who will love me if you don't, Harry? No one!"
"No, Hermione. Don't say that! Of course I love you! You're being ridic-"
"Don't you dare! Don't call me ridiculous! It's the way you made me feel! You chose the Wealsey's over me! You let Ginny Weasley feel superior to me in regard to your affections. And then to add some more insult to injury it had to be her to tell me that you decided to go to the Weasley's for Christmas!"
"I know that's what this is about. Listen Hermione, the Weasley's-"
"Stop right there, Harry. Don't you dare defend the Weasley's in front of me." My voice is dangerous, cold as ice. Harry blinks at me, thrown by tone of voice before his face too gets cold.
"You're being petty, Hermione. Immature-" I ignore him, refusing to hear his words as I talk over him- a competition on who can talk over who.
"You don't know what you're talking about Harry-"
"You're jealous and that's making you act unreasonable-"
"Shut up right now, Harry! Shut up!"
Harry's fist slams down on the table he's perched on, his green eyes giving me a disappointed fed up glare.
"I will not shut up Hermione! You need to get over this thing you have for them because they've been nothing but kind to you and you've just thrown it back in there faces!"
"You're choosing them over me! You want to be a part of that family! Do you think I can't see your heart Harry? You'l let yourself be shackled by that Ginny and entertain the notion of some ridiculous romance just so you can cuddly hugs from that cow Molly and feel all warm inside during Christmas time!"
"And what's wrong with that, Hermione? It's what normal people have, what normal people want!"
"But you already have me!" I scream. I can feel my throat tightening up, all the hurt and pain feeling too much. "You're trading me for them."
"No I'm not. The Weasley's treat you-"
"Oh don't be stupid Harry," I bite, glaring at him. "The Weasley's will never like me like they like you. Ginny can't stand the sight of me and I hate that loud mouthed dolt Ronald and he can't stand my smart mouth. I can't pretend to like Molly and treat her like my mum so we'd never get close and I can't stand that Arthur is the Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office but can't even pronounce a telephone correctly."
"It's like you're just making excuses! You've never tried to like anyone, Hermione, you've never even given them a try."
"I'm not going to play house with the Weasley's, Harry! We're not Weasley's, we're Potter's!"
"And tell me, how great has it been being Potter's, huh? We have nothing!"
"We have each other!"
Harry opens him mouth, and I catch that flash that passes in his eyes. Understanding dawns. The fear that I always expected. What the anger inside me was trying to burn away.
"I'm not enough. You want more. I'm not enough."
"I don't know what you want from me Hermione."
"You know exactly what I want from you Harry but if you want to deny it all, play house with Ginny and those Weasley's be my guest!"
An anguished look steals across Harry's face but it doesn't reach me. He can't reach me anymore.
"It's wrong." He can't look at me. Fine.
"Then kill me then." I say. Harry winces but doesn't grant my remark a response. "It be the nicest thing you've ever done for me."
"Shut the fuck up, Hermione."
"Malfoy attacked me today." My eyes are boring into him as his finally rise to mine. "And last night he made my muscles relax so I couldn't move and then he ran those hands on my body and nuzzled my face. I have a bruise right near my temple from when Malfoy slapped me across my face and I banged my head on the shelf behind me. There's probably bruises on my back from when he lifted me in the air and slammed me repeatedly against the wall."
"What" I gaze at him coolly, almost disgustedly, noting the trembling in his hands.
"He basically told me he'd rape me and you weren't there to protect me."
"Why haven't you reported him? Got him kicked out!"
"Oh come on Harry! What's the worst that can happen if I told? He has the board of education in his pocket because of his inheritance. He gets a few detentions and that it. Besides none of it would have happened if you hadn't decided you didn't want me anymore. I wouldn't have been alone and vulnerable. I would have been asleep in bed with you. All I can do is try to be as prepared as possible for when Malfoy makes another move probably sometime during Christmas time and since I'll be here alone-
"You're going to the Weasley's!"
"No I'm not! I told you, you can play pretend all you want-"
"Hermione, I'll make you go. I'll stupefy you if I have to."
I stare up at him, eyes and voice blank.
"Maybe I'll just let Malfoy do it."
Harry freezes. His whole body not moving as if I just petrified him. He eyes slowly rise to mine and there dark and dangerous.
"Say that again." His voice is low and practically growling, unlike I've ever heard it before.
"I'll just let Malfoy do it."
The arms of the chair are gone and I'm suddenly in Harry's bruising grip as he hauls me over to the bed. I'm winded as he throws me down and then climbs on top of me. With one hand he has my hands held tightly over my head the other is wrapped around my throat. His legs are pinning my own down but I'm not trying to fight hit. Behind his spectacles, Harry's eyes are wide and mad, his lips bared back in a snarl. It's darker in the room like all the warmth has been sucked out.
I meet his eyes with my own challenging one, staring up in this darkness fearlessly as his grip tightens. I'm gasping for air, sucking in greedy breathes filled with Harry's scent.
"So you'll just let Malfoy do it? I'd rather kill you." he hisses. My heart is like a dying fish against the shore. Harry releases my hands but before I can reach out to try to touch him, shackles appear from the bed and latch around my wrists.
Harry's grip around my throat loosens slightly but its still a threatening presence as his other hand snakes down the curve of my neck and over my chest. His eyes are lost in a swirl of madness, I can feel his anger with just his eyes. I suck in a sharp breath as his hand sneaks underneath my shirt, up my stomach and under the cups of my bra. I throw my head back as Harry cups my breast, my skin is singing under his hand, my nipple tightening to two hard peaks as his other releases my throat to join the other.
This is what I love about Harry. When he loses control like this...there is nothing more thrilling.
He's breathing so heavily. He pushes up my shirt as if annoyed that it dared to be in his way. I can feel the hot puffs of air on my skin as he lowers his head to capture my nipple into his mouth. I throw my head back, barely believing, letting out a loud gasp as my senses overload. Harry sucks on my nipple harshly and I can feel his tongue touching the peaks, feel his teeth. It's like he wants to devour me bit by bit.
My hips jerk in my arousal. Harry's answering moan makes my eyes flutter open to look at him. He looks up at me through his fringe- strong, fierce, beautiful and hungry. He looks positively feral with my nipple in his mouth.
I'm panting. I want him so badly its frightening. Never before have I ever felt this way. I can tell he feels the same.
However, slowly and to my utter disappointment and horror I start to see a shift in his eyes. He releases my nipple, slowly raising his torso up to stare down at me. I can only imagine what I look like. Hands bound, shirt pulled up, at his mercy. I can see the lust start to fade from his eyes to something completely different.
His pierce my gaze with that anguished, regretful, self-hatred and I know what he's going to do.
"No, Harry." I say as he lays his forehead down between my breast and releases an almighty breath. I wish his legs weren't still pinning mine down or I'd wrap them around his waist to keep him here.
"Fuck!"
"Don't stop now Harry! I want this! I want this!"
A shiver rolls down Harry's spine but he takes his hands out of my shirt none-the-less. He stays hunched over my like this for a minute and now I'm in anguish too.
"No." he says finally with resolve in his voice. He pushes off of me and off the bed, turning away and thrusting his hands into his hair as he breathes deeply.
"I'll go to Malfoy-"
"No you won't. You said that to manipulate me and it worked but I went too far. You're gonna go to Dumbledore or McGonagall and you're going to let them know what happened with Malfoy-"
"No-" I start indignantly but Harry whips around to glare at me fiercely.
"You're going to do it Hermione!" His command weighs down heavily on me. I look away, glaring harshly at the bed post. Damn those green eyes. Damn Him.
Harry sighs and lets the shackles fall as he goes to sit on the couch, wanting put distance between us. I sit up and rub my wrists.
"You're a coward."
"Enough, Hermione." he sounds tired but it only angers me further.
"How many times are you going to do this to me Harry? How many times do you think you can leave me high and dry? What if your game works? What if I get tired of this and fall in love with someone else?"
"It's the right thing to do."
"I hope it would kill you inside." I hiss as I righten my clothes. "But since I know that will never happen it's only going to kill me."
"Just stop, Hermione." Harry lets his head fall back onto the sofa with his eyes closed. I stand and glare over at him.
"It's never going to work, you know, Harry. You can't go off and have a little happy family with the Weasley's and have me too. You and I don't work that way. And If you do go off with the Weasley girl and I do go off with some guy we'll both be driven mad with jealousy."
"If you're ready then let's go. Since McGonagall is made at me we should just tell Dumbledore. He'll be able to do more anyway." He ignores my words completely. Fine. So be it.
"It's Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry. And I already told you neither of them will be able to do much of anything. Malfoy will get detention and that's it."
"Don't fight me on this Hermione. We're going." He glares at me pointedly in front of the door. There's only been a few times when Harry has gotten this way. Controlling. Dominating. He whips out this persona whenever he thinks I'm doing something harming to myself.
I want to be defiant. I'm angry, hurt and still aching for him. He is not being fair.
There have been plenty of times that Harry has touched me. He was the one who started demanding that I kiss him on the lips way before we even entered Hogwarts. It was him that demanded that I sneak in to sleep with him in that tiny little cupboard underneath the stairs. It was Harry who started french kissing me in third year. It was Harry who told me to stay away from boys like Victor Krum in fourth year.
And now it is Harry trying to undo all that he's done. Trying to deny all the urges he caged up inside. It started this summer. He put a halt on everything, leaving no room for us to progress even when we are in love with each other.
"From now on you shouldn't walk around the halls by yourself. You'll wait for me or Ron. Any Gryffindor boy in our year should be safe to walk with you...except for Cormac. Don't go anywhere with Cormac. Ever."
I don't answer him as we make our way. We're not to far from the office now since class is still going on.
"I'm going to miss not only Transfiguration but Ancient Runes now because of you, Harry." He waves me off.
"You're already way ahead of schedule in both classes. Besides this is much more important. If Malfoy is up to something I want it to be nipped in the ass before it can grow."
We walk in silence until we come up to the Gargoyle and I deliver the password, making the staircase appear. We ascend, my heart beating wildly in my chest. As we come to the door Dumbledore's voice wafts over us allowing us in.
"Harry, Hermione. What excellent timing. I was just going to send someone to get you both."
Malfoy is sitting upon one of the cushiony chairs with a smirk already in place on his face. Harry visibly tenses and I naturally lay a hand on his arm to hold him in place. I know just the sight of Malfoy's face is enough to make him explode.
"What is that git doing here?" He growls out, eyes not looking away from Malfoy's own smug ones.
"Draco is here to confess his wrong doing against Hermione. I was just about to get you because I wanted to hear your side of the story, Hermione." Dumbledore calmly peers over at me from above his spectacles.
"Go ahead, tell him, Hermione." Harry grits out.
My eyes flick to Draco's and his damnable slow perusal of me. I feel a flush of embarrassment. How to go about telling the Headmaster what happened. It sounds so...awkward. I clear my throat.
"I fell asleep last night in the library- completely by accident, Headmaster, I assure you-and Malfoy startled me. I couldn't see whom stood in front of me so I panicked and Malfoy slapped my face to bring me back."
I can practically feel Harry's eyes burning holes into me.
"I got intimidated again so Malfoy charmed me with laxo corpus and carried me back to the Gryffindor Entrance. After that..." I swallow feeling nervous. "Malfoy held me against the wall and whispered finite. The next day I saw Malfoy and we had a dispute in the hall. He lifted me up with his hands and banged me against the wall twice until I conjured a shield between us-"
"And this dispute. What was it about?" I blushed ashamed
"I said some notably petty things about his family to get back him for saying things about Harry. I apologize for that, sir. I was being immature." I look away to the floor.
"But Malfoy-" Dumbledore silences Harry by holding up his hand giving him a stern look.
"Continue Hermione."
"After that Malfoy said 'Watch yourself Potter. If I ever catch you vulnerable again...' he didn't say anything after that but it made me feel like he was threatening me."
"I see, I am sorry you felt that way, Hermione." Dumbledore sits back in his seat looking back and forth between Draco and I. "Draco admitted to the very same thing you said. I have to say I am disappointed in your behavior Mr. Malfoy given that you are a fellow prefect. Since your slight is on Ms. Potter, I will let her decide your punishment."
I freeze, shocked that Dumbledore would allow such a thing. I had expected him to at worst, strip him of his badge and put him in detention. With this option, however, I can choose to get Malfoy expelled and there is no reason I shouldn't.
I look over at Harry. He gazes back at me expectantly, triumph already in his eyes that the rotten ferret would be gone. I look back over at Draco and he's watching me coolly, as if uncaring however which way the situation goes.
I take a deep breath. I think for a second on how I felt that night when he breathed in my scent and whispered finite in my ear almost like a confession. I think about the disgust I felt at his proximity, at his scent invading all my senses.
"Hermione, what are you waiting for-"
"Harry, please, it is Hermione's decision." Harry glares defiantly at the headmaster but shuts his mouth, returning to glaring at me.
Nothing made Harry angrier than Malfoy. I can feel his anger at my mere hesitation. If I were to allow Malfoy to stay...well he's fury would be unstoppable.
My eyes harden and I raise my eyes to the Headmaster and speak.
"I want Malfoy to serve detention for a month and I want him to stay far away from me. If he ever touches me maliciously again I want the reassurance that he will be expelled. That's all."
"What!" Harry hisses, reaching out as if to grab me before he stops himself mid reach.
"As you wish Ms. Potter. I can assure you that he will be. If you wait a moment I will write you a slip and you can head off to class as for you Mr. Malfoy an owl will come to you at dinner with the details of your detentions, you are dismissed. Mr. Potter I ask that you wait outside since I have a different order of business regarding you forcibly removing your sister out of Transfiguration this morning that has to be dealt with."
Malfoy stands and my eyes flick to his to find his eyes on me as he moves, completely unreadable. I can feel Harry's glare on the side of my face like the heat of the sun scorching my skin, fists tensed at his sides. His mind must be racing with all sorts of things, drawing conclusions, making assumptions. For a moment I wonder if he will pull a stunt like he did this morning over again and just drag me out of the room and back to the Room of Requirement to finish what he started- giving not one damn for what anyone else has to say.
The tension in the air puts me on edge but its oddly gratifying. If I'm feeling this way than I know Harry must be too.
Malfoy exists the room and a thick silence follows the click of the door. I focus my gaze on nothing until finally Dumbledore speaks.
"Mr. Potter, if you would wait outside."
I look up to catch his expression but he turns and stomps away before I can see. Dumbledore does not speak again until the click of the door closing sounds.
"Hermione, I know that your decision will not make your brother happy, however, I do believe you made the correct one."
I don't respond as he writes a quick word onto a piece of paper.
"You can tell Harry to come in as you leave. Here you are." He hands me the slip of paper, his eyes peering kindly up at her. I take hold but Dumbledore holds on fast.
"I hope that whatever reason Harry took you out of class has been resolved. It seemed to be a very prudent issue."
"Oh, yes. It has been Headmaster."
"Good."
I'm antsy to get out and away from Dumbledore's stare. I say a quick goodbye and go, hoping he takes my hasty departure as me just being embarrassed by the whole thing.
Harry is pacing in the halls as I enter, his face dark and intense. I open my mouth prepared to fight off the verbal lashing I knew he has been dying to give me but he just brushes right by me, not glancing in my direction once.
I sigh but walk on. Let Harry be angry with me. I want him to be. His anger cannot compare to mine nor does the biting sting of betrayal I feel toward him.
I walk pass a dark alcove when a hand shoots out from its depths to pull me inside. Instantly I struggle, heart palpitating in my chest as my capture whispers Silencio on me. His scent washes over me first freezing my movements, enabling him to reach inside my robe and slip out my wand.
"Relax, Potter," He says as he loosens his grip on me enough so that I can turn around and see his face. It's dark in this niche but not dark enough that I can't see the easy smirk on his face or the slight amusement in his eyes. I want to yell at him but the silencing spell renders that option futile.
I'm not scared; Malfoy's demeanor is not threatening but I can't help but think that I might have perhaps made a mistake in allowing him to stay since his first course of action after that is to get me alone in a dark small space.
"We need to talk."
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