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The Possession	By : LilTinyBee Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hi all! Remember me? I�m sorry I haven�t posted more until now. I�ve been terribly sick these two weeks. I thought being home sick would give me even more time to write� but I was so out of it. Damn these shoddy muggle medicines! I owled Mme. Pomfrey for a potion, but she never got back to me!

Anyway� here�s the next chapter and I�m already on my way with the next one. I hope you guys still like this!

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The Possession
Chapter 3: Sleep Tight, Nighty-night

Never in her life had the night ever seemed so long. The hours seemed to stretch unnaturally and the dawn, it seemed, had somewhere more important to be. Hermione took each step down the old relic of a staircase with trepidation using only her wand for light. Like she had told Ginny�yes, she was feeling a little guilty. But, for what she was not completely sure about.

Punching Malfoy hadn�t been much different from when she had slapped him in third year. Yes, this time it was harder but well, it wasn�t like she and half the school didn�t think about smacking the bloody prat upside the head once or twice a week. More like once or twice a day.

So, what was it?

Leaving him in a drafty prison cell, like a common criminal, with just a bare mattress to sit on? Well, it was a clean mattress. But, the cell was more like a cage. A stone wall with three sides of magically-reinforced iron bars. How fitting.

Perhaps, it was the fact that it had been she who had led him by the hand into that dungeon. His eyes had never left her even though she had forced herself not to look in his direction. As soon as he had been locked inside, Hermione had quickly excused herself and had run all the way back to her room. It was just too much.

What on earth had happened?

�One day it�s muddy this and muddy that� and then, sweet babycakes I�m yours? Hah! This is probably some plan of his to interrupt my studying for N.E.W.T.s� Hermione thought to herself getting more and more upset by the second.

�There�s no bloody way he�d actually choose me out of his own free will. What does he see in me? I�m just� just a� wait a minute! Oh great, now I�m insulting myself,�

It was the sharp coldness in the air which shook her from her thoughts. The smell of the onset of a long, harsh winter was in the air and it permeated itself into the maze-like corridors below Hogwarts.

�Draco Malfoy!� Hermione angrily marched right up to the dimly lit cell where he was standing. It dawned on her that he hadn�t been roaring for quite some time. Probably not since she had left her House.

�Malfoy! I want some answers! What in Merlin�s name got in to you earlier?� Hermione fumed. �And, why did the manticore choose� er�the m-manticore,�

He was still. Breathing deeply and calmly. He had just a small smile on his face and nothing more. Then, she looked into his eyes. Malfoy's had always been so cold and grey. Earlier, his pupils had almost seemed over-dilated. His eyes had been almost black except for a bit of white that was left. Now, they were a mix of the two- grey but warm and inviting, his pupils were wide as if to take in more of the world around him. They were...hypnotic.

�What did you�ah,� Hermione couldn't remember exactly what she was going to say.
She couldn't even remember the words that she had rehearsed in her mind again and again. She tried to think- as hard as she could. Perhaps, too hard because she started to get a little dizzy.

A wave of passionate heat that washed over her caught her by surprise and she was suddenly aware that at some point, she had walked up and embraced Malfoy. They were pressed against the cold, iron bars from each side. Both of his arms were circled around her grasping her firmly against him. One of Hermione�s hands was softly kneading his neck while the other gently caressed where she had punched him on his face. The flickering light from the dungeon torches was like candlelight for a romantic dinner. She was warm and comfortable and she was about to� kiss�him.

�Wait a minute!� she shouted as she pushed him away. �Don�t do that! I came here to talk to you,�

�There are better things to do than talk,� the manticore said hungrily in his duo-toned voice. She could almost taste his words like honey dripping on her tongue.

�NO!� she backed away as she felt the tingling between her legs grow stronger at his suggestion. �That�s not why I came down here. You can�t just� just try to seduce me like that. It�s not fair, Malfoy,�

�There is no reason for you to resist,� he said plainly. �I have no ulterior motives other than to have you,�

�You, perhaps. But, this is not what the other soul in that body would choose. Ask him what he thinks of this mudblood,� Hermione said angrily.

�You�re beautiful,�

Hermione took a deep breath just as great rolls of laughter burst out of her uncontrollably. She caught her stomach as it began to ache and after a moment, sank to her knees.

�Granger,� Malfoy growled irritably.

Hermione looked at him with tears in her eyes- she couldn�t speak for the fits of laughter prevented it. She waved her hand for him to wait as she continued giggling helplessly.

�Granger!� he shouted at her as he shook the bars he was holding on to out of frustration. �This isn�t funny! How dare you laugh at me,�

Catching her breath in gasps, she realized that it was only Malfoy yelling at her indignantly. The sound of the manticore was not there.

�What?� she said wiping the mirthful tears from her eyes. A few remnant giggles escaped her before she stood up again. �What happened to the� the,�

�He�s here, but he�s just giving me a break,� he explained.

�Oh alright,� Hermione swallowed and gathered her wits. "Uh, well... Malfoy. They should have you sorted out in the morning then,"

�No,� Malfoy said softly. �I won�t have it,�

�Won�t have what?� Hermione questioned.

�I won�t have the lot of you going on like I�m out of my mind!� he beat his fists against the iron.

�Malfoy, no one blames you for any of this. We�re all trying our best to help you,� she took several steps closer towards him.

�You were laughing at me just now,� he seethed.

�Okay. Look, I�m sorry about that. But, did you hear what it said?� Hermione grinned and shook her head. �Your skin must be crawling! Now I know you�re really not in control of your actions so I can forget the whole thing. I�m sure the professors will remove the manticore as soon as they can so you can start forgetting it all as well,�

�It wasn�t the manticore,� Malfoy closed his eyes and spoke softly. �Hermione,�

�Huh?� she didn�t quite catch what he trying to say.

�It�s ironic,� he said sitting down on the mattress slowly.

�What is?� Hermione moved as close as she dared. She didn�t want to have her mind go numb again and possibly try to shag Malfoy through the iron barrier.

�There are two voices inside me and for the first time in my life I feel like I can think for myself,� he smiled.

�If you were a muggle, they�d lock you away for having too many voices in your head,� Hermione laughed despite the situation.

�I think muggles are fascinating,� he whispered.

�You don�t!� she blurted out. �Do you?�

�I�m tired of being told what to think, what to do, what to be, who to like or not like,� Draco looked at Hermione. �Now, I feel the most incredible� freedom,�

Hermione could not help coming forward a little more and kneeling down next to him. The sound of hope, elation, and joy in his voice was so unlike Malfoy. �Well, that�s something positive to come out of all this then. I hope you can remember this feeling and keep it with you,� she said sincerely.

�Always the eternal optimist, aren�t you? A true Gryffindor through and through,� Draco reached out and grabbed Hermione by the wrist.

She felt a tug on her arm and a slight disturbance in the air around them and in the next instant, Hermione was again in Draco's arms.

"Hey!" Hermione cried in shock as she realized she was now inside the prison cell. "Will you STOP doing things like that?"

Malfoy wore his smirk well her while keeping his hands firmly grasped around her as she struggled to sit up on her own. She banged her fists on his chest, but that he didn�t flinch.

"Let me go!" Hermione shrieked. "I demand that you let me go this instant!"

"When you calm down, I'll let you go," he smiled sweetly.

"Don't have much of a choice, do I?" Hermione spat at her captor trying unsuccessfully for a couple of minutes to pry Malfoy's hands off of her. 'Nice work, dummy! Now, I'm trapped in here with the (horny) beast that�s as strong as... well, a manticore I guess,'

"Not really," Draco laughed. "Be a good girl and just settle down,"

"Fine," She felt her heart racing, but managed to taken in a few slow breaths and stopped moving about. "Okay, are you satisfied? Now let me go,"

"Perfect," Draco purred as he swooped down and crushed his lips onto Hermione's before she could protest.

"Mmmmph!" Hermione protested in earnest, but the sound was muffled by his insistent exploration of her mouth.

The Gryffindor pushed against Draco's shoulders to get him to back off, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. Hermione's mind began to overload itself with questions, thoughts and emotions as Draco's tongue delved deeper into her mouth to look for hers. She felt as though he was trying to absorb her body into his. She was realized there wasn't anything she could do until he decided to stop kissing her. Whenever that was�

'Malfoy! Draco Malfoy is kissing me! Or is the the manticore? I don't know! This isn't kissing... it's devouring, smothering.... it's a good thing I can breathe through my nose or I'd have suffocated by now. Okay, any day now� What's this? Ten minutes? This really is quite annoying actually. Who'd have though snogging would be this irritating... well, when I haven't been asked... Done yet? Oh, mighty Prince of Slobberin'...,' she mused to keep herself entertained while Malfoy lost himself on her.

'Okay, that's enough really. What do I do? Smacking him doesn't work.... Can't scratch his eyes out... no nails. Note to self: stop biting nails. Oh! Pull his hair! Let's give that a go,'

Hermione reached up and found Malfoy's silky, golden locks. She ran her fingers into his hair which elicited a moan of delight from the oblivious Slytherin. Grabbing as much as hair as she could, Hermione yanked down hard feeling a few hairs pull away from his scalp from the force she used..

"Ahhh!" Draco yelled more in shock than in pain. He tore his lips away from Hermione and released her onto the mattress. But, she kept her grip tight on the mass of blond strands in her fists.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THINGS LIKE THAT!!� Hermione raged at him. �DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING FROM MY MOUTH?!"

�What is wrong with you?� Draco shouted as he tried to get his hair away from her.

�Oh, could it be that I don�t like being seduced or groped or kissed by you?� she shouted back at him.

�I very much doubt that,� he smirked.

�You arrogant� conceited� self-absorbed�egotistical bastard!� Hermione jerked her hands apart threatening to pull out all the hair she was holding.

�Okay, okay!� Draco conceded. �I surrender,�

Hermione considered for a moment how it would look if Malfoy had bald patches on each side of his head. But, she tucked away the impulse and released him before standing up. Malfoy grimaced as he rubbed the sore spots on his head. He gave a Hermione a scowl as she flicked away the many gold strands from her hands.

�What? You didn�t like that?� Draco grumbled.

�What do you think?� Hermione threw her hands up in the air. �Oh, you noticed I wasn�t kissing you back?�

�You could try,� he pouted.

�Why on earth would I want to do that?� she said impatiently. �Just let me out,�

�You�re supposedly such a smart witch,� Malfoy said as he leaned back and made himself more comfortable. �Get yourself out,�

�Dumbledore reinforced this cell magically,� Hermione put her hands on her hips.

�Yes, he did. Didn�t he?� Malfoy smiled. �And, your wand is over there.�

Hermione groaned as she saw that her wand lay several feet away outside of the cage. �This just keeps getting better and better,�

�Accio wand!� she called out. The piece of vine wood shifted slightly but did not come to her as commanded.

Hermione tried again and again the wand moved only a little.

�Trouble with a simple spell, honey?� Malfoy smirked.

Hermione glared at him and with more force called, �Accio wand!� This time the wand actually jumped for a moment before it fell back to the cobbled floor and rolled further away.

�I don�t understand,� she frowned. �Acc�� She looked at Malfoy. He was grinning from ear to ear as he kept his eyes focused on the wand.

�He�s countering my spell! Sneaky prat!� she thought to herself.

Walking quickly over to Malfoy, Hermione gave him a swift kick in the leg. �Stop that!�

�Ouch!� he cried as he looked up at her.

Before he could say anything else, Hermione raised her hand and called to her dragon heartstring-centered wand. In an instant, it flew into her hands and she pointed it at the Slytherin at her feet.

�Won�t work, sweetie. Remember?� Draco smiled as he closed his eyes. He seemed to be settling down for a nap.
Hermione stomped over to the door of the cell and began trying any and all spells she knew to open it. But, half and hour later, she realized that Dumbledore�s fortified prison was beyond her abilities to break out of.

�Sleeping! How nice,� she stared at Malfoy who was prostrate and snoring soundly on the bare mattress.

�Too bad I didn�t get to finish that Transformations lesson today. I could have changed myself into a mouse and I�d be in bed by now,� She yawned for the umpteenth time.

Hermione wrapped her cloak tighter around her and sat in the opposite corner as far away from Malfoy as possible. Someone would come down here to check on the manticore in the morning. Hopefully�

Before sleep overtook her, she briefly wondered if she should stay awake just in case the prat decided to try anything else.

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�Well, Dumbledore,� Lucius Malfoy continued in his typically haughty manner. �I believe a dismissal and a permanent mark on her record is in order for that woman who claims to be a professor. You, of course, agree?�

�This was an unfortunate accident, Lucius,� the Headmaster replied. �We are already reviewing the circumstances that led to young Mr. Malfoy�s predicament,�

�Predicament?� Lucius sneered. �He has been possessed by a demon spirit. His mother is beside herself with worry,�

�Yes, it is a shame that Narcissa was unable to come to see her son as well,� Dumbledore noted. �I�m sure he would have been very glad to see her,�

Lucius seemed oblivious to the statement. Instead, he picked a piece of lint off his impeccably tailored pin-striped suit and tossed his long, shiny hair over his shoulder.

�And, where is Draco now?� he asked.

�We�ve had to keep him somewhere�safe as you can imagine. We should be ready to go down and assist the others with the exorcism,�

They exited Dumbledore�s office at exactly the moment that Professors McGonagall and Snape along with Harry and Ron were passing by on the way to the dungeons. The elder Malfoy and Snape exchanged pleasantries as they walked. The mood was expectedly somber which matched well with the bleak and rainy morning that it was.

�Come on, Harry,� Ron tugged at his arm. �Let�s go first. We should go look for Hermione,�

�Alright,� Harry turned to look at Dumbledore who nodded his approval.

The two Gryffindors ran all the way to the dungeon entrance and lit the torch there. The other torches after the first automatically lit themselves as well. The whistling of an frosty wind came sailing up from the below.

�You think she�s down there?� Ron asked.

�She�s isn�t anywhere else we�ve looked,� Harry shrugged. �And, I have a feeling,�

�I hope it�s not the same feeling I�m getting,� Ron looked a little queasy.

They descended quickly and finally stepped into the cell area which was already lit up. There, they saw Malfoy curled up asleep on the mattress with his back to them.

�She�s not here,� Ron face brightened.

�Er� hang on,� Harry walked over for a closer look.

A cloak was only partially covering Malfoy and it took him a moment to realize that the crest on it was actually for Gryffindor. And, then he saw the other hair. Not blond, but brunette. Long and curly.

�HERMIONE!� Ron bellowed.

�Wha?� she bolted up immediately, but did not fully grasp her surroundings.

�What did you do?� Ron shouted crossly.

Hermione looked around and saw that she was still inside Malfoy�s cell. But, she wasn�t where she should have been. She was on the mattress and Malfoy was� next to her. *Right* next to her with his arms still around her.

�Morning, Love,� he grinned up at her.

�Ack!� she jumped up and stamped her foot. �You did it again!�

�Mind telling us what you�re doing down here? And, in there?� Harry asked greatly confused.

�Long story. But, nothing *happened*. I swear,� Hermione said looking quite embarrassed. �Can you get the Headmaster to get me out of here?�

�He�ll be down in moment,� Ron said sourly. �Along with half the professors in the school and that git�s father,�

Hearing that, Draco got up as well. �My father�s here?� he asked hesitantly as he sniffed the air.

�What�s wrong?� Hermione asked.

Draco�s face clouded over. She watched nervously as his eyes became dark and wide. The manticore was taking control.

�Well, well, what do we have here?� Lucius stepped into the room. �A little playmate to pass the time?�

�Miss Granger?� Professor McGonagall exclaimed. �How did you get in there?�

�Long story, Professor,� Hermione said sheepishly. �Professor Dumbledore, can you let me out?�

The old headmaster nodded and walked over to the prison cell and tapped two bars with his wand. The bars widened just enough to let Hermione slip through them.

�Thanks,� she smiled but avoided his gaze.

The group watched as Lucius Malfoy walked up to his son. Their resemblance was striking. The Malfoy genes were strong and defined. Draco, however, now stood taller than his father.

�How very interesting,� Lucius drawled in a way that gave Hermione the chills. It was as though he was studying a painting or a sculpture rather than his own child.

�Father,� Draco nearly growled.

�Son,� Lucius replied in kind.

�I expect that we should be able to get started. Ah, Professor Firenze, Sybill!� Dumbledore greeted the distinguished centaur and the other professor who entered from a different entrance as Firenze would not be able to make it down through the spiral staircase the others had come from.

�This is who�s to perform this exorcism?� Lucius sneered the sight of the professor.

�Yes,� Firenze strode towards them. �I am well-versed in communicating with the spirits of nature,�

�Dumbledore, Draco is my son and I�ll not have this horse casting such dangerous spells on him,� he said disgustedly.

Firenze reared slightly, greatly offended by the slur that was thrown at him.

�Lucius, I can assure you that you will not find another as qualified to help Draco,� Dumbledore stepped in between them.

�No, I am taking Draco with me,� Lucius narrowed his eyes.

�I�m afraid we will be unable to control the manticore. His is almost impervious to our magic,� McGonagall added.

�I am his father,� he snarled. �And, as of this moment, he is no longer a student at this school. I will be taking him home immediately,�

�No father,� the manticore growled. �You will not,�

Draco moved to the door of the cell and with a wave of his hand blew it off its hinges and sent it flying towards Lucius. The force of the blast carried the door to the opposite wall and pinned the unconscious elder Malfoy under it.

The manticore roared and moved towards the closest person, which was Snape. It picked him up easily and smashed him back onto the ground. There was a crack as bones were snapped. Then, he threw Professor McGongall, Trelawney and Firenze aside without any effort.

�Run Hermione!� Harry ordered her.

The creature incensed at having too many males around his mate, roared again and walked up to Harry. It grabbed his arm and lifted Harry into the air.

�Oww!� Harry screamed in pain as the manticore squeezed Harry�s forearm breaking the bones inside.

�Stop it! Please,� Hermione begged.

Draco discarded Harry and moved on to Dumbledore who he flung into a wall. The old wizard crumpled into a heap on the ground, but managed to swish his wand at Ron. A brief flash of light surrounded red-head�s body just as Draco grasped him around the neck.

�No!� Hermione grabbed his arm desperately. �Please don�t hurt him,�

The manticore squeezed its hand tighter around the human�s throat. There was a resistance due to the protection spell that Dumbledore had cast, but it wouldn�t hold for long. Ron sank to his knees as his supply oxygen was cut off.

�Draco, don�t kill him. I beg you,� Hermione shook his arm and looked at him pleadingly.

�What does he mean to you?� the manticore growled. �I will kill anyone to challenges my claim on you,�

Hermione looked at Ron who was choking and turning from white to blue. �Nothing, he means nothing to me. Please!�

�And that one?� he pointed at Harry with his other hand. The Gryffindor was holding his battered arm watch the scene unfold with horror.

�Nothing! There is no one else. I swear!� Hermione cried.

�Promise me,� the manticore roared.

�I swear there will never be anyone but you,� She screamed at him as Ron�s eyes began to roll backwards.

�Remember your words,� The manticore released Ron and he collapsed and began gulping in precious air. Hermione heaved a sigh of relief. But, it was short-lived.

�Hermione!� Harry yelled helplessly as he watched Malfoy swiftly throw her over his shoulder and leave the dungeon. The only thing he heard was the echo of her screams until they faded into nothing.

-End of Ch. 3-

A/N: Chapter 4 will be up this weekend as well! And, yeah, there shooouuuld be some smut ;)

So, I hope that ch.3 was okay. The ending was fast, I know. I�m just getting back to normal and my meds still make me a little drowsy and loopy! Please review! I�m out of sugared Draco�s, but I�ve got some Boston Cream Draco�s! Mmm, chocolate covered with a cream filling� hehe!

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