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Chapter 3: Understanding by WickedDiSaster

He pulled her to her feet, still covered with his cloak and started to shake her in an attempt to savagely infuse some common sense into her suddenly fragile figure, trying to stop each of her maddening tears that were making a sobbing mess out of the almighty Gryffindor. It seemed far-fetched, how all these years, he�d been dying to achieve this outcome, and now that he had, all he wanted was the unstoppable goddess, that had been riding him just a few minutes ago, back into her senses. It was exactly this thought, this desire for the amazingly sexy and vindictive bitch, that prompted him to kiss her and see if he could wake her up again.

It didn�t seem to do any good, although he thought the sobbing had toned down a bit, or he chose to believe so, at least. However, the look in her eyes and the deep regret and sadness he saw there, made the guilt inside him roar with a vengeance and squished any silly hope he might have held at any point. No Malfoy was ever taught how to endure any guilt, so he didn�t take it well.

�Stop it!� he shouted, returning to the shaking with full force.

The way she was ignoring him unnerved him to no end. She seemed to have become a river of never-ending tears that flowed down her cheeks, not even a ghost of the will and power he had witnessed just moments ago.

He didn�t know what to do to make her understand, make the stupid chit see that she wasn�t the monster she thought she�d become. He wanted her to see that she would never, not in her most farfetched dreams, be like that.

She would never be like him.

Somewhere along his wearisome thoughts, it occurred to him that yelling at her was the best approach.

�Oh, for all that�s holy in this world, would you stop that already?! Can�t you see, you insufferable Gryffindor? Look! You got what you wanted! You got payback, vengeance! On your own terms, all by your righteous self,� he growled through gritted teeth. �What else do you want? What more could you want,� he lashed at her, and she answered with a shaky voice, barely above a whisper, with tears still flowing all over her face:

�I didn�t want this! I didn�t want ANY of this...�

�Of course you didn�t, Gryffindor,� he pushed the words between his teeth, showing his irritation with her in each of them, snarling the last one like a curse. �That�s what makes it perfect for you,� he continued. �You didn�t plan it; I was the one that cornered you here!� He scoffed in exasperation, �Look at your tears; the sole fact that you�re crying should be proof enough for you! In case you haven�t noticed, you just started sobbing your heart out! Did you ever see me give just one, ONE look of regret over what I did, Granger?! Did it ever occur to you that I would?�

His annoyance with her was finally getting through her stubborn skull, and forcing her to stop her tears and make room to consider his words, looking for any kind of treachery behind them. Her pause, he could see, was making the wheels in her head turn and she started to look at him with what he could only describe as a mixture of hope with suspicion, making him more frustrated with her still.

�You regret it, Granger! You are sorry you ever laid a hand on me! You�re saddened by the thought you could ever do such a thing, and by Merlin, Granger, IF YOU�RE UPSET OVER ENJOYING YOURSELF WITH THE LIKES OF ME! I�ll�� he stopped himself there and took a breath to gather some control over himself and how angered that thought had made him.

�Look, you haven�t changed, Granger. You�re still the same goody two-shoes you were before you entered this room! You stupid Gryffindor!� he swore, dripping all of the venom he could master on each word. �I was supposed to break you against that wall in the alley and even then, you insufferable minx, you drove me into pleasuring you! Fuck! Granger, how many times did I make you come?!� he yelled in exasperation.

Then, it clicked in her that that hadn�t been part of the plan, that he had lost control back then too, the same way she had lost control now, it was like a bulb had suddenly lightened inside her. They had planned to break her, she�d been right, oh how she�d hoped she was right , they hadn�t expected her to enjoy it, how could they? She wasn�t evil like them; she wasn�t!, she breathed. That had not been part of the plan, her reaction was just the result of him losing control, and she could now understand how he had lost control.

Because she had lost it too.

It had been an accident. She wasn�t a traitor; she wasn�t a monster. It had all been the result of their deceitful plans, forced upon an immature and obnoxious boy... but a boy she�d seen grow up, nonetheless. She had been right; he was a bully, but he wasn�t an evil heartless bastard. There wasn�t a way that that could have happened without her seeing it during all her time at Hogwarts. He hadn�t been able to do it. That�s why all the stares, all of his blatant behaviour... he�d known he wouldn�t have the guts to go through it. That was why he had been silent at first; she could see it now... clear as day. He was doubtful, or at least he had been, up until she angered him.

And even then, he hadn�t been able to go through with it properly. He�d put his plans in action by losing control and he�d butchered his mission by losing control too.

Her lips curved into the ghost of a small smile as she started realising the truth behind his words.

Although he�d finally gotten what he wanted from her, the smile forming in her lips made him realise he might have gone too far in his pursuit for the almighty goddess that had ridden him into ecstasy. He�d told her too much. The fury that enveloped him made him hit the wall right behind her head; the fact she didn�t even flinch was the last drop he could take. He pulled his shirt on with wrath flowing in each movement taking it out on his clothes until he finished changing.

All the time, she was still standing against the wall looking at him as in a daze; as if with each piece of clothing he forced on his body, she was solving the puzzle, ending the nightmare that he alone had created and of which she had not been the only victim. She was carrying a smile of relief in her face. She gleamed with it.

He sneered at her as he handed her the transfigured rug, which was once again her scarf, along with her wand and left, not without hearing her whispered �thank you.� He closed the door more forcefully behind him.

Outside, Draco realised that she was still covered with his cloak. He was repeating, as if it were a mantra, that she retained his cloak only because he didn�t want anything that had her stench on it and not because it hadn�t crossed his mind to tear it from her. She was keeping his cloak, and the knowledge of such an insignificant detail just made him walk faster.

*

Harry and Ron were worrying about Hermione, after they didn�t come back together like they'd agreed. They had asked for her when they arrived at the common room, but were told she'd already gone up to her room and that she didn't seem well, so they left her to rest, thinking she was sick.

Their suspicions were confirmed the next day, when Parvati and Lavender told them she had asked them to tell the teachers she wouldn�t be able to attend classes. They were slightly relieved by the empty plates Lavender brought down from her room, after telling them she didn't think Hermione wanted to see anyone. Lavender informed them that Hermione was just lying in bed and didn�t want to go to the infirmary. Ever the stubborn Hermione, they thought, and let it go until the next day, when they did see her in classes but still, something was off with her.

She seemed... distracted; a word that, when applied to Hermione, sounded disturbing. The way she kept borrowing their wands was making them worry even more. She kept saying that hers wasn�t working properly, but refused to have it checked by anyone, not even the professors. She claimed she would work on it during meal breaks and asked them to bring some food for her when they were back, which of course they did.

Their concern was not placated until the next day, when Hermione finally arrived for lunch with a smile plastered on her face and a slight defiance noted in each step she made.

�I thought you�d be working on your wand again,� said Harry.

�I told you, you should let McGonagall have a look at it,� Ron grumbled as he ate.

�What? Oh! I already took care of it, it was nothing after all,� said Hermione, while adding more food to the already large pile on her plate.

�Good,� Harry replied, looking startled at the quantity of food Hermione was adding to her already jam-packed dish. ��Mione, are you really going to eat all that?�

Hermione looked affronted. �Yes� Well, I�m hungry, ok?�

�It�s larger than Ron�s meal after a match against Slytherin, and you know that�s saying something,� he joked.

She coughed on her food while they laughed and continued talking, not noticing the light blush that crept over her cheeks.

*

Hermione tried not to think too much over what had happened inside Snape�s cabinet. The events that transpired there opened her mind to things she would have preferred remain closed. When she left the cabinet, she scurried away to the Prefect�s bathroom, and once there, she didn�t rub on her skin the way she had in her previous baths. She contented herself with submerging into the water, letting it relax all her senses, as she brought her head back to look into the mirror in front of her.

She was no longer viewing a self-pitying image of herself. She was still smiling as she paid closer attention to the marks across her body and traced them with her hand, remembering how he�d done each of them, and how he�d made more visible the ones that had already been there. Trying to make sense of what had happened, as she brushed every little mark. She had never masturbated before, and hardly realised that was exactly what she was doing, but once her conscience grasped the concept of it, she didn�t stop. She continued travelling her hands around her body, continued thinking of him as she brought herself to ecstasy, no longer a trace of regret or sadness over what she felt.

After her bath, she climbed out of the tub and, still looking in the mirror, Hermione took hold of her wand. As she brought the tip to her marks, though, she couldn�t bring herself to heal them and ended up giving them a small glamour; she refused to renounce the pleasure they brought her and she didn�t see any harm in keeping them so only she could see them. Maybe he�d be able to see them too, since he already knew of their existence, but she didn�t think it would matter.

She exited the bathroom with a renewed mood on her. She knew that whatever had happened in the cabinet hadn�t been planned, and the outcome had revealed more than she could have ever imagined about Draco Malfoy. She knew she was no longer the victim of what was happening, or at least not the only one. She didn�t know where it all would lead, but she promised herself that she would make the most of it. She wasn�t going to play the wounded prey; not ever again.

*

After that, it seemed the game had reversed and he was the one trying to avoid her now. Not that she would go looking for him, but she could still tell from the foul mood he carried around himself, and it amused her to see how he would take it out on the rest of his Slytherin minions. Now, he didn�t even approach her with the smallest of insults, and contented himself with glaring.

The first time that she caught him staring at her, they were in an advanced class of Arithmancy, and he was looking at her neck. She self-consciously put a hand around it, almost expecting to find something there. She fidgeted uncomfortably under his glare and crossed her legs, trying to turn away from him to face Professor Vector, who was still explaining the new assignment to the class. She had inadvertently pulled her skirt upwards with her movement and she would have never noticed, if it wasn�t for the almost pained expression he had directed at her thighs as he snapped his quill in two.

She pulled her skirt further down, trying to hide the grin that was fighting its way to her lips. Later on, she would have never admitted to it, of course.

After class, she let herself linger in the classroom, giving him time to get as far away from her as he could and knew he would.

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Draco was on the verge of insanity. That insufferable know-it-all bookworm! What the fuck was she thinking, displaying herself like that! Oh, the way the delectable wench kept torturing him was inhumane� all he wanted was to have her grinding under him as he thrust into her tight� No! That�s not the way to fight it, Draco. You know better than that. Think of McGonagall in a bunny suit, Snape in a tutu, the Dark Lord in a bikini� whoa! There, too much...�

He was stopped in his tracks by Nott. �Malfoy, I have something for you.�

�I don�t want anything from you, Nott; fuck off!�

�On the contrary, Malfoy, I believe I can help you pull out whatever crawled up your ass and died there, and I think I�ve got just what you need. I�ve seen the way you look at the Mudblood lately��

That made him pay attention. �Whatever hallucination you�ve brought yourself to conjure, Nott, I�m not interested in hearing it.�

�You see, I got myself this new camera in Knockturn Alley. It activates with movement. I thought I�d lost it the other day, but I found it back in the Prefect�s bathroom this morning, and you wouldn�t believe what it recorded��

�Whatever sick photos you want to sell to me, Nott, I�m NOT interested! Now shove off.�

�It�s Potter�s Mudblood...� That stopped him altogether.

�She was there, you see, all covered in bruises... I know, I didn�t see them either, not until I saw the photos, at least. She didn�t even heal herself, the kinky wench. I wonder who�s doing it to her� Would have never thought it of Potter, really�� Draco was giving him a murderous glare. He didn�t think he could master any more self-control.

��but once you see the photos, you�ll be able to see them, too. Oh, and all the things she did with herself, you�re going to love it�� Nott was silenced as Draco punched him in the face and pushed him by the collar against the wall.

�What did you do with those photos, Nott?� he asked through gritted teeth.

�What the fuck, Malfoy! I�m not giving you anything until you pay its price. This will only make it higher, you prick!� Nott yelled back at him.

�If you value your life, Nott, you�ll give me the photos before I pull my wand out!�

�What are you doing?!� A horrified female voice came from his left. Could this get any better?! Draco thought sarcastically, he had recognised the voice immediately.

�Leave it alone, Granger,� he growled, growing annoyed with the grin that spread across Nott�s face; dirty little rat thought he�d been saved by the bell...

�Let him go,� she put a hand on his shoulder. �You�re going to get in trouble, Malfoy, just let it go! This is a hallway and Professor Vector was just about to leave her classroom�� She was trying to pull him away. He heaved a sigh of annoyance. She was worried. Worried! He could tell, and Nott�s eyes grew large as it dawned on him as well. �It�s you! You�re the one who -�

Draco didn�t let him finish. �Where did you put them, Nott?!� he snarled, hitting him against the wall once more.

�Oh, Merlin, this is going to be so much better�� Nott�s grin couldn�t get any wider, �They�re in the camera in my left pocket, Malfoy. You can have them; I think I�ve earned myself a monthly wage with this, if you want me to keep this from your father, that is,� Nott said, showing his sudden glee with each word.

Draco pulled his wand out before Nott could react and cast an Obliviate that rendered him unconscious.

�Malfoy, what are you doing?! Why did you do that?! He�d already told you where it was! What was that all about? Stop manhandling him like that! He said his left pocket! Argh�� She kneeled next to him and pulled the camera out of Nott�s cloak.

�Why do you want this? Don�t you think he�s going to realize someone stole it?�

He took the camera from her and pulled her around the corner. �He�d already lost it this morning; he�s not going to miss it. Now hurry, he�s going to wake up soon. Just get into that cupboard, will you? And for the love of Merlin, stay quiet!� She huffed, but remained next to the door, trying to hear any movements behind it while he became distracted with the camera.

After a while, she felt Nott rouse from his stupor and heard his footsteps get away from the hallway, just before she heard Professor Vector pass in the other direction. She turned to Draco to inform him that he could now go on his way again and tried not to smile as she thought him trying to avoid her once more. �It�s safe now, I think he�s gone to the dungeons�� she whispered, noticing for the first time how engrossed he seemed to be with the camera. She tried to shake him out of his reverie, not expecting the growl that escaped his lips as she touched him or the lust she found in his eyes when he turned to look at her.

�My god, you are going to be the death of me�� he said in a strained voice and pulled her to him. He kissed her, not roughly like previous times, but just with abandon, as if he�d finally given up. He let the camera fall to the ground as he muttered the spells she now knew were the reason they had never been caught.

�Need - to - have - you,� he muttered between kisses. She didn�t understand what had gone off on him but didn�t care enough to stop him as his lips slowly lured her again. He kept whispering nonsense as he was pulling at her clothes; touching her as if afraid she�d pull away at any moment. He lowered her to the ground, taking her blouse off and marvelling as he took in every part of her that he had uncovered. �Fuck, you are amazing!� he said hungrily, while he got rid of her bra and started kissing her there. �I wanted to do this since I saw you in classes.� His hand was caressing his way down to her legs and tugging at her skirt, increasing her desire for him.

�Merlin, you have such a gorgeous body�� he kept kissing her and licking her, brushing the small spots he�d created as if they on their own were precious. �It took me a while to realize only I could see them�� He nipped at one of them, wanting to see if he could ingrain it on her skin, and she whimpered with need. �Thought you wanted to torture me�� He had finally unclasped her skirt and was pulling it down, along with her underwear. �Should have killed Nott,� he growled, as he continued to kiss her waist. She wanted to ask what did Nott have to do with anything, but he was going down her navel and lowering himself to her mound, making her forget how to voice her questions.

�No one meddles with what is mine,� he began, kissing her labia. �You are mine,� he said, tracing her centre with his fingers. �All of you.� He placed a finger inside her. �I want all of you,� he growled, and started licking her juices. �Your scent, your taste, your touch...� He was making her squirm beneath him. �The way you move drives me wild.� His whispers were tickling her clit. �If I hadn�t deflowered you myself, I�d think you were an expert.� He started sucking her there. �Those little sounds you make,� he said, travelling one of his hands up her body, �do you have any idea what they do to me?� He was playing with her nipple. �Any idea what you are doing to me...� His voice seemed pained. He continued to pinch and lick her, stopping any kind of response she wanted to give to his questions.

She lost count of how many times he made her come with his mouth. He didn�t stop, until she begged him to because she couldn�t take anymore. He covered her with his body, kissing every part of hers until she recovered her breath.

She pulled him up to her and kissed him, trying to convey all the things he had not let her say while he worshipped her body. She brought her arms around him and hugged him close, trying to sooth away his frustrations. He pressed his forehead to her shoulder as she kept petting his hair.

�Why are you keeping them?� he startled her.

�What - ?� she questioned. He lifted a finger to one of her hickeys and slowly caressed it to make his question clear as he withdrew to look at her.

She sighed. �I�� she didn�t know how to explain herself �� I just couldn�t bring myself to take them away.�

�...But why? Why couldn�t you? The charm you used was harder than the one to heal them.�

�It�s not that I didn�t know the charms, Draco,� she chuckled, letting his name roll through her tongue completely unaware.

�I know, but-�

She heaved a sigh and tried to make him understand. �At first I just didn�t want to use the wand that you had used against me.�

�You kept borrowing Potter�s, I know.�

�I didn�t want anything to do with it. It brought back memories. I felt it had betrayed me and I didn�t want anything to do with it. It reminded me of how I had lost myself when you took me the first time.� She saw him turn his gaze away and wondered if he regretted it.

�After what happened in the cabinet, I went to the Prefect�s bathroom and I couldn�t help but smile at the sight of them; this, whatever it is, it opened my eyes.�

�I know,� Draco scoffed.

�What do you mean, how would you know?� she asked. He looked at her intently for a moment, before retrieving the camera he�d left on the floor.

�I watched it,� he said, and opened the camera for her to watch as he handed it to her. He displayed the recordings of the camera and she only needed to see the first few seconds of it before comprehension dawned on her.

�Oh, my GOD!� she exclaimed, clasping a hand to her mouth.

�I know. I wanted to kill him, too.�

�How did he-�

�The camera activates with movement. He forgot it there.�

�But he�s not allowed to enter there! It�s just for ��

�Oh please, Granger; do you really think just the Prefects have access to that � Are you blushing?�

�No, I�m not!� she said too quickly and with an aggravated voice.

�Oh, for the love of Merlin, I would have thought you�d be furious! He tried to sell them to me!�

�He did what?! Oh, my God! Of course, I�m furious! I�m going to strangle that little��

�That doesn�t explain the blush. Obviously, anger is not all you�re feeling�� he scowled at her, getting closer in a scrutinizing manner, as she tried to turn her face away from him. Comprehension dawned on him, bringing back that annoying smirk of his. �Only you could muster any shame over such a sexy scene with me, Granger.� he chuckled.

That prominent desire to punch him crawled its way back into her mind with swift fury. But he stopped himself, apparently aware of its appearance.

�So, you understand now why I Obliviated him? I wasn�t going to let him keep a memory of that! If you hadn�t decided to make an appearance, I would have enjoyed torturing the little nasty rat; the way he talked about you� I wanted to break his neck�� Draco continued, reminiscing, in his fury, over just what he would have liked to do with Nott.

His off-the-cuff monologue made her look at him with astonishment. �You were going to fight Nott because of me?�

He looked at her as if just noticing her there, and kept his stare intent for a while. �You are mine�� he said slowly. �Nobody touches what�s mine,� he said, as if it explained everything.

She looked at him, as one would look at a child that refuses to accept the death of a pet, with sadness and compassion. She didn�t dare to clarify that he was wrong, that he couldn�t protect her. Not from himself, or his parents; nor from the wrath of Voldemort and his followers, or from a war whose sole purpose was to eliminate her kind and placed her on top of the list of targets.

Right now, she couldn�t bring herself to point out how it was precisely a mission to break her that had made him go soft on her. Right now, hidden inside that cupboard, she didn�t mind pretending that his fierceness and determination were enough to protect her, or even claim her as his; this thought brought a smile to her lips and gave her hope. Hope that, maybe, not all of them were bad, and maybe, sooner or later, they�d realise it. Even if she knew that the calm such hope provided would only last so long, and that as soon as she went out that door, all her fears and worries would find her once more.

He would never know that it was his attack that had taught her just how important it was to never let her guard down, and just how much people can hurt you; even those with whom you share the same roof.
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