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Fondu Au Noir	By : Wander_Lust Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 77866 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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I gaze up at his face for a moment before using all the force I had in my body to push him away. If I could speak I would tell him that silencing a person and then saying we need to talk was hypocritical to say the least. It obviously would only be a one sided conversation.
"Eh, no need for violence. I'm not going to hurt you Potter..."
I don't like the look on his face-he looks too pleased, as if something had gone horribly right for him. I know the look might be coming from me letting him off the hook but something instinctual tells me its something more. I want to tell him to bugger off but I can't not when he has my wand.
Oh well, I can always just leave it and head back to Headmaster Dumbledore's office. I'd get it back once Malfoy is expelled.
I move forward toward the entrance of the curtain but Malfoy's hand on my arm stops me. I turn to give him my most perturbed glare which seems to have no effect on him.
"You're going to want to listen to me, Potter." He says so seriously I am struck with the sense to believe him. I hesitate and he jumps on that hesitation. "I'll take off the silencing charm, just don't leave yet."
I huff, annoyed at him and myself because I actually stay put. He says the counter-curse with a wave of his wand.
"What do you want?" Malfoy smirks at my biting tone and I am disturbingly hyper aware of his hand still on my arm and his proximity. I shuffle back away. I need my personal space.
"First, why didn't you have me expelled there, Potter?"
Instant anger rushes through me. I want to be away from Malfoy and I'm sick of his presence.
"You got me to stay only because you said you had something to say that I would want to hear. I'm not about to stay here and play twenty questions with you Malfoy-"
"Easy, Potter. It's just a good thing that you didn't." He moves in closer, one step with his long legs easily undoing the distance I had created. I'm uncomfortable with him close to me. I hate that his scent is now something that I know. It's practically suffocating me in this darkness. I wasn't afraid before but my heart has picked up and my palms are now sweaty.
I clench my hands and try to not breath him in so much. Malfoy pauses and looks me over.
"You...you're an odd one, Potter. You act so tough but then you shake like a fawn whenever I get close to you. Is that something that happens only with me?"
"Malfoy," I bite out, glad my voice doesn't tremble. I am disturbingly reactive in a spot like this and I hate it. Hate is always better than fear and I let it fuel me. "I am this close to going right back to Dumbledore's office and having you expelled!"
"I'm not hurting you, I'm just standing here. You can't have me expelled for that. If I were you I'd be more concerned with this obvious weakness. But that's not why I wanted to talk to you I just wanted to tell you something."
Malfoy takes one more deliberate step forward, bending his head down so his lips are near my ear. I am frozen solid, seizing to breath altogether, and I hear the barely audible chuckle come from the depths of Malfoy, sounding more like a purr. All my nerve endings have seemed to flood to my neck, making me flinch slightly away from him since I felt too sensitive. Malfoy's arm come up to loosely cage me in so I can hear his whispered words.
"I know your secret."
He moves away and I stare up at him with abject horror, unable to say a word. The expression on his face can only be described as triumphant.
"I'll be seeing you... Hermione."

The paranoia I feel at Malfoy's departing words is so great that it takes me a few days to notice the infinitesimal difference in Harry's behavior.
As Harry's leg fidgets up and down I reach out and place my hand on top of his leg to still him again, realizing that I have been doing that a lot lately, stopping him from fidgeting around like some child.
I pull my nose out from my textbook to really look him over, noting his eyes don't quite meet mine and he jerkily moves his leg away from my touch.
I know that things haven't been well between us and I keep waiting for him to tear into me for letting go but he has yet to say or do anything. It's odd. And now this strange anxious behavior as if he is late for some important appointment.
"What is the matter with you?" I lean over to whisper harshly, careful to keep my voice down in the library.
Harry gazes over at me quickly before looking away and reaching out to pick up the strap to his rucksack. We were supposed to be doing our homework-something I have been throwing myself into to distract from the fear that stirred within me whenever I thought about Malfoy- however, Harry hadn't even bothered unpacking his books. The fact that I hadn't notice is a testament to my own state of mind.
"Nothing," He says lamely as he stands. I watch feeling put out that he's leaving when he had only been here for less than an hour.
"Where are you going? I thought you wanted to study until practice-"
"I can't concentrate. I'm going for a fly. I'll be back later to walk you down to the Great Hall."
I open my mouth to demand that he stay but he's gone in the next second, leaving me to stare after him pathetically. I close my mouth disgruntled when my mind flashes to that time in the room of requirement- to Harry's face when he loomed above me, eyes glazed and fixated on my chest before he lowered his mouth to suck on my breast.
I shiver as I turn back to my books. I want more. I want more of him.
Harry's behavior that day was in no way a shock to me. I know the darkness that lurks under the surface, it's the same one that's under mine. I think about him as I idly flip through the pages of my text. What would it be like if Harry lost control completely? I let my mind wander to places its never been before as I imagine us together.
I don't know how much time passes until I catch his foreign scent. It's not as if he wears a lot of cologne so I don't understand why it always overwhelms me but it does. I tense up, raise my head to find him sitting before me sitting in the seat Harry had vacated before and just looking at me.
I blink, my heart plummeting as Malfoy's lips stretch into that confident little smirk of his. There's something about the way his eyes are looking at me that sets me on edge. I can't read them but I know enough from my own dark thoughts that whatever he's thinking about as he looks at me is nefarious.
"What were you thinking about so intensely there, Potter? You had this odd look on your face..."
I blush, mortified that my thoughts had been perverse as Malfoy had been watching me wondering what I was thinking. If he had cast legilimency on me...
"Were you thinking about me?" he asks, his voice low. I balk at him, mortification giving rise to anger.
"I would never think about you, Malfoy-!" I begin hotly until Malfoy easily cuts me off.
"That's a lie. You've been thinking about me a lot lately haven't you?" He moves in closer, his voice almost tender as he speaks. "I've been watching you, Potter. You've been obsessing about what I know and what I'll do with it. Will I spill it to the school or exploit you for it?"
I move away, pressing as far back as possible in the confines of my chair.
"I'm not afraid of you Malfoy-"
His eyes are piercing as he looks at me.
"Aren't you?"
Yes, yes, I am.
"I'm not!" I hiss reaching down to grab my wand and point it in his face. "Now get away from me."
He leans back but doesn't make to get up, seemingly completely at ease with my wand pointed at him.
"You're not fooling me at all, Potter. I know you better than you can imagine, better than you even know yourself. Your words are always at complete odds with your actions."
"Leave me alone or I'll hex you." I hiss with deadly seriousness. I want him away. I'm utterly sick of Malfoy's face, of his intentions that I can't figure out, of his damn smell that assails me without fail. Malfoy was never meant to be anything other than nothing in my life and I don't like his sudden invasion.
"I'm not going to do that."
"I mean it Malfoy!"
"Why are you trembling so much, Hermione?"
"Don't push me!"
"I'll push as far as I want to."
I get ready to hex him, the words right on the tip of my tongue but Malfoy moves quicker, his hand reaching out to clamp down on my wrist and raise my wand up so the hex is released to the ceiling. I give an involuntary whimper at the tight grip he has on my wrist as he plucks my wand and wrenches almost out of my seat so we're face to face.
"What is you problem? Why won't you just leave me alone?" I cry with anger, exasperation, desperation, fear. I twist my hand in his, trying to get free, raising my other hand to pry off his fingers when he grips that one brutally too, his face close enough to mine that we're sharing air again.
"I can't, Hermione. You...you've ruined my life and you don't even know it."
"What are you talking about-?"
"So I'm not going to leave you alone-"
"What is going on here?" Madame Pince's voice cuts through like a knife, shrill to my eardrums. "You two have caused enough racket! Get out! Go!"
Malfoy's grip loosens enough so I can break out of his hold, quickly piling my stuff in my bag as Madame Pince urges us out. I don't look at either of them as I rush away but I can feel Malfoy right behind me.
He wants to continue this, he's practically riding my heels so I can't bolt but I'm done. As soon as I step outside I twirl around and hex him, his eyes going wide just before my confundus spell hits him.
I take off in the next second for Gryffindor tower. I don't want to run into Malfoy again. I don't know what will happen the next time he manages to corner me. There are so many questions to be answered that I want to know but the idea of actually having to face Malfoy again to get them is unpleasant.
I sink down into an armchair in the common room, ignoring the eyes that follow me as I move. I do not often sit in the common room for exactly this reason but I don't feel like looking myself up in the room either.
With a sigh I open up my books again, needing to distract myself from the rest of the world. There's still an anxious on edge feeling that I want to go away as I began to pick up where I left off in my studies.
I force myself to concentrate even as my mind continues to try to drift. I will admit the subject of Giant wars is not exactly riveting. I decide to put it aside for now and read ahead when a name catches my eye in the text; a Casimir Malfoy. I pause stupidly surprised to see a Malfoy name in history books. Of course there would be some Malfoy's in history, the name was old and infamous.
According to the book, this Malfoy was a major figure in overthrowing the giant uprising that had been terrorizing Britain and even wrote some of the laws still intact today regarding giants to restrain and contain them to certain parts.
Curiously I wondered more about the Malfoy lineage. I remember hearing that Malfoy's father used to be a man of high position in the ministry but after his incarceration during the first wizarding war his reputation was tarnished. I wondered idly what that meant for Draco. Did he bare the sins of his father in the eyes of others or did his name alone still carry enough weight to make him powerful?
I know he still has a ton of money but I never really bothered to figure out where it was all coming from. Surely the ministry had seized hold of Lucius Malfoy's assets on account of him being a murdering death eater and Narcissa Black couldn't possibly be generating enough revenue to continue their lavish lifestyle. Yet, they still managed to live in Malfoy manor, buy expensive clothing and the newest broom model that I saw Malfoy flying this year.
I decide to look further into this when I manage to get to the library. They have a whole section of public records that I could dig my nose into.
I pull out a new parchment and draw up on outline with questions that I would need to research and soon I am in a flow again, my mind free from worries as I concentrate on facts and pursue answers.
It is much later when I notice that the sky has darkened and the common room is nearly empty. I check the time to find that dinner is nearly finished and a frown instantly forms on my face. Normally, Harry would have come to get me but he seemed to be slowly stopping that.
I sigh, marking this as just another thing that Harry wouldn't be doing. Those minutes when we walk down together to dinner were precious to me, they were moments that were just us where we could catch up and talk without interruptions, not to mention how sacred eating dinner together was to us.
Back at the Dursley's after cooking and serving them dinner Harry and I would be banished away and we would eat our dinner together, just the two of us. Before Hogwarts we would took into our dinner in the small space of the cupboard and even though the situation was bad, we would have fun eating together in that cupboard, it was like our own world. God, it was fun back then. We could make the best out of any situation with the other by our sides. We would laugh in whispers so the Dursley's wouldn't hear us having fun and we were so happy just because we had the other. I can see a much younger Harry laughing from across from me with his big round glasses in his baggy clothes like it was just yesterday, the image is seared into my mind and it makes my heart swell.
After Hogwarts when trying to fit into that tiny space was just not feasible we would eat in my room, an attic space above the garage converted into a room and when the Dursley's finally made their office room into a room for Harry, we began to eat there. Even when they Dursley's stopped eating meals together Harry and I didn't, we always ate dinner together, even at Hogwarts.
Until now, supposedly. I guess even that little tradition was going to be ruined in Harry's quest to distance himself from me.
I smile bitterly to my empty surroundings when a strong nauseating inclination started wiggling in my mind. It twists my smile into something wrong but I have a feeling... a terribly horrible feeling that maybe, just maybe Harry...
I get up, needing to now if this intuition I'm feeling is right and hoping to Merlin that its not. I move down the halls barely seeing whats in front of me, my heart feels like its lodged in my throat and there's this horrible feeling in my chest.
I come upon the Great Hall doors as some people are leaving and I know there must be a mad look to my eyes as they edge around me. For the most part the Great Hall is still full but I can spot him right away. Correction. I can see them right away.
My breathe leaves me with a whoosh and even though I knew and was expecting this it still hits me like a punch to the gut. Just as I feared, Harry is sitting there with Ginny Weasley plastered on his side, Ron Weasley sitting across from them. They're still in their qudditch gear and they seem to be in high spirits, Ron is laughing and Ginny is all smiles sitting next to Harry, and its clear the adoration in her eyes when she looks at him.
Harry is talking as he spins his fork around his plate and the air between them is happy, comfortable, lively. He is having fun with them. I can see instantly that he is with Ginny even though they aren't touching, its just in the air around them that they are dating. He is playing best friend to Ron and boyfriend to Ginny. He is not worrying about me, he is not thinking about me.
This is not merely an I'm distancing myself from you thing, this is a I'm leaving you behind sort of thing.
If it was me in his spot I would have felt Harry's eyes and looked up at him but Harry doesn't feel mine because Harry doesn't feel me. Not anymore.
I see red.
I march my way over, my whole body feeling hot, trembling. I feel like the wrath of hell is burning around me and I need this fury so I don't shatter apart so I can stave off this impending pain and heartbreak. I'm ready to blow. I'm going to hit him. I'm going to make him feel pain. I need to scream at him, I need him to see to understand fully what he has done to me.
But then something hits me and I rear off to the side. I blink rapidly confused. What am I doing here?
I wonder this as a hand latches onto the top of my arm. My feet are moving rapidly but I don't know where I'm going or who is pulling me. I can't really see anything. I'm not panicked, I'm not much of anything but confused.
And then it's over. I wrench my arm free and look up at Malfoy's face. I'm angry again, still trembling, still close to breaking as I realize what Malfoy has done.
"You confunded me!" I screech, the pitch of my tone making Malfoy wince before smirking at me. He nods and shrugs.
"Well, yeah."
"Why would- oh sod it, it doesn't matter." I turn on my heel ready to go from the dark hallway that leads to the entrance of the Slytherin dungeons and back to the great hall when Malfoy takes hold of me again.
"Urgh!" I howl, feeling feral and mad as I thrash from his grip only for him to encircle his arms around me and hold me trapped against him before lifting me up and tossing me into the nearest empty room which happened to by the potions classrooms.
Outraged I stumble at the force, catching my footing and turning sharply on my heel to charge at him. I'm all emotion right now, I don't even think to grab my wand, I just want to fight.
Malfoy grunts as the force of my impact bangs him harshly against the door. With gritted teeth I pull my arm back and slap him hard with all my might. His face snaps to the side and I swing my arm back again to hit him when his hand snakes out fast than I could blink to catch my wrist. I snarl and raise my other hand to strike when Malfoy bends at the waist and practically tackles me, lifting me up and over his shoulder like a rag doll.
I scream indignantly, pounding on his back and failing my legs. He grunts when my knee impacts roughly to his stomach but continues forward and over my screeches and huffs I hear him say a quick elongating spell before I'm practically slammed down onto the professor's desk.
Before I could even attempt to get up, restraining bonds wrap around my wrists and ankles, pulling me so that I'm laying flat on my back against the table.
I thrash around, kicking and fighting against the restraints, working myself into a frenzy as Malfoy just stands there and watches. I don't care what he's thinking. I don't care about anything. I just scream and fight until my panting breathes become wrenching sobs. They pull from my throat and I can't stop them, that horrible animalstic sound. I can't breath, my chest caving in and out as I take gasping breathes and the world is so blurry with my tears.
"Oh god!" I cry, my voice sounding so unlike me. I can't control myself, I don't even notice that the restraints are gone, I just curl up into myself and try to wipe away my tear. "Stop crying. Stop crying."
But I can't and I continue to cry until the sobbing calms down and it's just tears running down my face as I focus on my breathing.
Sometime later I look up to find Malfoy kneeling with his back against the wall, watching me with that unreadable look on his face. For a while we just stare.
I'm not wondering why he's still there. I don't care if this confirmed everything for him. I don't expect for this to change anything. But in me there is a infinitesimal change to the way I will look and act with him. I shift my eyes away because I don't want him to see it, that I don't hate him as much anymore, and distract myself by sitting up and scrubbing my face.
I'm not ready to go back to the tower. I still feel to raw, like an open wound sensitive all around and if I see Harry I don't know what will happen.
I hate him so much right now I don't know what to do. I hate myself too because I know I don't hate him but love him something ghastly. I just hate that he did this to me. That he could even do this to me.
I want to get revenge but I don't even know how. I can't even entertain the idea of pretending to like someone else so it would seem like I don't need him either. The thought alone makes me disgusted. And I can't just leave him alone like he's done to me but I refuse to pretend like I'm fine and continue on like we were.
I bend my head, gripping onto my hair tightly as I groan.
I don't know what to do.
"You know there's nothing that can be done, right? You can't do anything about it if Potter and-"
"Don't," I interrupt, raising my head to give him a half-hearted glare "Don't try to give advice over something you don't understand."
"But you've got to know that this is for the best."
"It is not for the best. Nothing about this is right and it's not something outsiders should butt into."
"I'm not an outsider anymore, though, am I?"
His words give me pause. He looks so serious, so intense as he stares at me. It takes me a few seconds but I scoff at him, twisting my head away so I won't have to face him.
"Anyone not us is an outsider, Malfoy."
"That's not the way that Potter sees it." My fist slams down onto the table, my ire picking up slightly.
"That's not true! Harry is only playing pretend, once he gets over it he'll see that he can't change a thing. I am him and he is me!"
"But what if he doesn't? What if this doesn't go away an he dates Weaselette and leaves you behind? What are you going to do?"
"It's not going to happen."
"It already has."
I can't look at Malfoy, not even as he stands up and moves closer to me to put a finger underneath my chin.
"I told you before not to let me catch you so vulnerable again,"
I freeze at his words and he tugs on my chin so that I'm facing him again. He's close to my face, close enough to kiss and his looking at me so fixedly, watching for my every emotion. I don't even breathe. I can't.
"Because I'll take advantage of it." he finishes and then his lips touch mine in the barest whisper of a kiss, his lips smooth and soft.
Our eyes are still open as his lips slowly move over mine until soon my tense muscles relax and I'm just looking back at him. I don't move my lips with his, not when he closes his eyes and presses down on them more firmly. His hand slides from my chin to my hair, pulling my head so my mouth presses more firmly against his.
I think to myself that he has pretty eyelashes and that's when I realize I don't feel anything from this. My heart doesn't stutter and my body doesn't get all hot and tingly but I let him kiss me. I let him until he tries to deepen the kiss, his tongue sneaking out to try to invade my own.
I put my hands on his shoulders and press down, pushing back against his hand holding my head in place. Malfoy doesn't stop right away and a little wrinkle in his brows shows that he really wants me to let him in, to kiss him back but I can't.
Finally Malfoy releases my lips but doesn't pull away completely, his eyes are still closed and I wait as he takes a deep breath.
"I can replace him." he sounds confident, strangely so after kissing an unresponsive girl. It's incredible that he would even think he could when that kiss just proved to me that he couldn't.
"No one can replace him Malfoy. No one." I say as I push him away more firmly and stand. He moves away without a fight and follows me as I walk to the door.
"I can, Hermione. I already told you that I'm not leaving you alone."
"I don't know where this is all coming from, Malfoy. I don't get you. Your actions have seemed to be all over the place. You even told me before that you could never like me! I'm too much like Professor McGonagall, remember?"
"Yeah, well, I'm a Slytherin. I say whatever I need to when the situation calls for it." I step out into the hallway and turn slightly to look at him.
"So how do I know you not just doing the same thing now?" Malfoy smirks, his hand brushing against mine as he moves passed me.
"You don't."
My eyes narrow on his back as he walks away.

I wait outside the portrait hall leaning against the wall for someone to come by. It's late but not that late and I know there will be a few more stragglers to go in or out. When one finally comes- a sixth year boy who, from the looks of it, seems to be coming back after being thoroughly snogged- I march up to him, getting in his path so he knows I want to speak to him.
"Hermione Potter." His expression says he's shocked that I'm even looking at him.
"Yes, and you are?"
"I'm William Badsbe."
"I need your help William Badsbe. I need you to tell me if Harry Potter or Ginny Weasley-pretty girl, brown-eyed, red-"
"I know who Ginny is, she's on the Quidditch team."
"Right. I need to know if they are in there, okay? Just come back out here and tell me but don't say anything to them when you go in."
"Alright." He responds slowly, giving me an odd look but goes inside none-the-less. A few seconds later he comes back out.
"They're both in there but Harry was heading toward the boys staircase when I walked in."
"Oh," I say, a pained expression falling on my face. My heart hurt at this one, that he would not come looking for me after dinner, that he would choose to spend his time cuddling up to Ginny in the common room, and that he could just so easily go to bed.
I mumble a thanks and walk away, ignoring the look of concern on the boys face.
"It's almost curfew-"
I wave him off, already forgetting his existence as I head for the only place I can think to go, the room of requirement. When I come to it for a moment I just stare at the wall. I know what I want the room to change into but how much more will it hurt to sleep alone in the room that is mine and Harry's?
It'll hurt but I call for the room anyway. Once inside I rush over to the bed and crawl under the sheets. It smells like Harry in here. I breath it in deeply, swallow the lump in my throat and try not to think but there's no escaping the hollowness in my chest. The only reprieve from it is when I fall into sleep.

There's a pleasant feeling stirring in my lower abdomen.
My body shudders at the feeling of a tongue trailing down my stomach. There are fingers touching me. They graze over my nipples, run down my sides, slide between my thighs, opening them wider.
I feel hot, heavy puff of air hit my knee before the feeling of lips sliding up my inner thigh.
"Ah!" the sound is escapes from me at these ministrations.
There are hands moving my legs, curving around them to hold them in place and then I feel it. A tongue.
My body arches off the bed as it licks me over my panties. Over my own gasp I hear a groan. My eyes blearily open to catch the flash of light glinting off of glasses but then there are fingers there, pushing aside my panties and spreading me open.
My eyes close again as that tongue licks over me and it feels divine. I can't stop the sounds that leave me as lips close around my clit and suck. I shout hoarsely, surprised at the amount of pleasure I feel when the tongue goes lower to my entrance.
"Oh!"
The tongue swirls around before it enters me, moving in and out and wiggling inside. My hands flail, needing something to hold onto as my walls clench and my senses are over flooded. They find purchase in soft tresses of black hair.
Relentless, the tongue thrusts, working up this thrilling sensation in my core. There are desperate little moaning sounds escape from the mouth pleasuring me to intermingle with my own. His nose keeps bumping over my clit. I feel like I'm going mad. My hips try to move but the arms encircling my legs wont allow it.
My thighs are trembling and there is this aching tension building inside me. The tongue doesn't stop, vigorously moving, going faster and faster, entering inside me again. My hands fist the sheets and I open my eyes just enough to look down and see him.
His eyes are closed, lying on his stomach in-between my thighs. His own hips are moving, rutting up against the bed and the sight is too much. I cry out, throwing my head back as my walls convulse, my thighs shake, my heart explodes. His tongue remains on me lapping at the wet gush of juices and the nerve bundles in my clit are so sensitive that him just licking there has me seeing stars for a second time.
When my eyes shoot open again I find myself staring up at the ceiling on my back, my arms on either side of my head. I shoot up and look around but there is no one else here with me and then I feel it, how wet I am.
I blush, embarrassed. My panties are soaked. Had it all been one of those so called wet-dreams? My eyes close, my face twisting into a pained expression. Of course it had only been a dream. Something like that would never happen. Harry would never allow it.
But it had felt so good. Tormentingly good since now it makes me even yearn for him more.
"Oh god, Harry." I bury my face into the blankets that faintly smell of him. Why couldn't it have been real?
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