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Chapter List
- 1-Control
- 2-Hell
- 3-Hallway
- 4-Pond
- 5-Steam
- 3
- 4
- 5
Title: Control
Author: Selena Snape
E-mail: green_liners@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I make this not for profit but for a sense of personal fulfillment.
A/N: My fingers tremble as I type. Words cannot express my PURE AND UTTER EXCITEMENT that I am FINALLY GIVING YOU CHAPTER 4!!!! HURRAY! Med school is hard and I've hardly had time to do anything but rest assured that I love doing this and I will not rest and until I see this story to its completion. As I've said before, I'm very melodramatic. Hehe. The two chapters 4 and 5 haven't been fully proofread yet by my beta April , who is now betaing for others. But remember, I found her first! I'm so proud of her. Anyway, thank you, God, my family, and friends. Thank you especially to April, my interim betas in school Paolo and Veena, and the many others who help me with the story. I know I bug you when I force a printout of the chapter and make you read it during Histology. Ads, Aids, Tess and definitely Leurdie! And a gigantic hug filled with love to those who have read this fic and make me feel incredibly fulfilled when they review. Melodramatic me! ENJOY AND REVIEW!
CHAPTER 4
"Hagrid, how could you do it? Why, Hagrid?"
The big man was very uneasy, fidgeting in his oversized chair not unlike a guilty, apologetic boy in front of his mother. Beyond the table laden with rock cakes, tea, fudge, ham, fowl, bread, cheese and anything else the gamekeeper could offer, however, was not a very visually imposing person but a petite young woman.
"You sure you wouldn't want more tea first, Hermione? Your cup's empty."
"Okay."
No matter how upset she might be at this time - or at any other time - she could not bring herself to get really angry with Hagrid. She actually felt a twinge of guilt for sounding so accusing. Watching the gentle giant wipe nervous sweat from his face with a grimy-looking red handkerchief, she knew that he felt as bad as she did about what had happened.
She had the urge to comfort him so she reached out to touch him and pat his hand, but her relatively short arm didn't make it across the table. She spoke instead.
"It's okay, Hagrid. None of us knew this would happen." A voice inside her disagreed and said, "That's not true. You knew this COULD happen and you did nothing! You let it happen!"
Her comforting words turned out to be the last straw. The giant broke down in tears.
"I am so sorry, 'Mione. So sorry." He sniffed loudly and reached for the dirty, red piece of cloth. She stood up, walked over to him, and offered him her pristine white handkerchief. "Here."
"Thanks." Hagrid blowing his nose sounded like the horn of a boat bellowing. He wiped the area near his nose with several semi-circular motions and then extended his hand with the hanky back to her.
Careful not to let him see her flinch at the suggestion of getting back the very wet-looking hanky, she said, "No thanks, Hagrid. You can have it."
"See? SEE? You're so nice to me and this is what I do to you. I gave Malfoy higher grades than you in my subject! In MY own subject! And to Malfoy of all people." He howled and shook his head.
"He approached me here in the hut. I - I didn't know what to make of it at first. I thought, "Is he out to steal one of the creatures or to set fire to my house?' But Malfoy was really polite, you know He just asked to have some extra credit homework. With the way he had been in my class before, I thought he needed it. I never expected him to perfect the exam.I never expected that, Mione. I swear!"
Sniffing loudly before he continues exs explanation, Hagrid raised his eyes to look at Hermione. "I got shocked to find that he topped Herbology and Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions too? Even before all that? I'm not too sure. I also heard that he's been doing well in Quidditch as well. Managed to beat that Hufflepuff Seeker in getting the Snitch that one match I didn't get to watch.
"Seems a lot nicer too."
Hermione could feel a kind of wild beast growing inside her chest, growing as if nurtured by the words of - could it be a kind of reluctant praise? - from Hagrid, someone she had thought would never, could never even stand the presence of Draco Malfoy.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I swear, I never knew this would happen. It's all my fault!"
"He's right, you know." It was the voice inside her head again. But instead of shutting it up, instead of reproving it, Hermione found herself agreeing to it.
"You're right. You're absolutely right. It's your fault. IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT, YOU BIG IDIOT! You're so dumb it's no wonder they broke your wand in half. You're so STUPID! It's all your fault!"
"What?!" A scandalized-looking and very red-faced Hagrid stared at her in shock.
After a minute or so of seeming paralysis, she was able to move but only to clap a hand over her mouth. Did she just say that aloud? It was the first time she had ever become scared of Hagrid and was thinking of whether or not he w beg begin to prove how dangerous giants or even half-giants are. He looked angry enough to become violent even towards a small person like Hermione.
Only one thing was certain: she was not about to apologize to him. Her pride made sure of that. With a voice that belied her quavering heart, she said, " Perhaps I should leave."
She was giddy with relief when he said, "Yes. Perhaps you should."
As she was about to step out of the door, he called her.
"Ambition and desire for revenge are the traits of the snake and are not fit for a lion like you. Do not lose yourself, Hermione."
She wondered if his advice came too late.
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Did she just see Madam Pince pinch Malfoy's cheek?
"Is there anything else you need, young Malfoy?"
"No, not at all, Madam Pince. You have been most gracious and helpful but, on second thought, I do need a guide on how to undo the curse of severely ingrown toenails."
"I think we have three kinds. I'll go get them for you," the librarian said with the first smile Hermione had ever seen on her face.
What was going on? First of all, Malfoy was in HER special part of the library - the quiet corner of the library that had been "given" to her by Madam Pince after even she had been impressed by the Gryffindor's diligence. Now, that same epitome of strictness was fetching things for Draco Malfoy?! This was almost as impossible as implausibly strange as Hagrid saying that Malfoy was polite. THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!
Hesitating for only a second, Hermione quickly walked over to the desk beside Draco's, put her knapsack on the floor and sat down. She made some show of putting out scrolls and proofreading an essay she had written months before their deadlines. In truth, she was waiting and seemed to be doing so in vain. From what she could see - discreetly and from out of the corner of her eye, of course - he seemed completely absorbed in the huge pile of books in front of him.
Only a few minutes must have passed since she had sat down and yet Hermione felt like breaking her quill in half due to her frustration. Her teeth were set against each other, a snarl on her lips. One can almost see puffs of smoke come out of her nostrils in quick, short and furious breaths like a dragon angered. She could feel anger gripping her chest, almost asphyxiating her.
He didn't even seem to notice her. How could he NOT notice her?y hay hasn't he even looked up once since she had gotten there?
That simply was NOT fair!
How can he not react to her when she could not stop herself from reacting to him - with fury, with hate, and with revulsion?
She knew of each time he twitched a finger, every time he scratched a spot on his neck near his ear, every single moment she spent in the same room - the same breathing space - as he. Her blood boiled at the sight of him. Her fingers ached to crush his th and and cause him to cease breathing. Thoughts of avenging herself, of putting right things gone awry, of taking back the rightful place she has held for so long as Hogwarts' best student, would fill her mind and drown her in anger. Sometimes, she could do nothing else but just sit and watch him, plotting his demise, even forgetting to take notes during Potions class when she has such an unobstructed view of the blond boy.
She had wondered how no one else has seemed to notice the flurry of emotions that would take over her whenever he was around, how no one else has senses the anger that has engulfed her. And now she wonders how he can go on as if nothing has happened between them. How can he not feel anything? How can he not be as affected as she? Why won't he even look at her?!
How can her sole reason for existence be his downfall, how can she give up everything - performing her duties as prefect, sleeping, even taking time to eat - how can she hate him so much when he feels NOTHING?!
She wanted to kick him in the shin. She wanted to go over to him and rip up the scrolls she was sure he had written his assignments on. She wanted to bury the pointed end of her writing instrument into the flesh under his collarbone, into his subclavian vein, to kill him and see the dark blood spurt out of his neck! Maybe that way she could just stop thinking about him.
Her heart racing, she walked over to his desk and pushed all his books off the table.
"What the hell! What is wrong with you, Granger?"
Hermione was more than just a little disappointed with his reaction. After looking at her with his mouth open in shock, Malfoy had just gone down on his knees and started picking up all his books. Hermione decided something more might be needed to elicit a satisfactory response from him.
As he reached for the last of his books on the floor, she kicked it away from Malfoy and bent down. Her fingers inches away from his, she said, "This is my place, you know. You shouldn't even be here, Malfoy."
Without even looking at her, he stood up and stuffed his things in his already overflowing knapsack and looked as if he were preparing to carry the mountain of study material off his table. "Fine."
"That's it? You're giving up?" She had been too stunned by his actions to realize that she had spoken her words out loud.
"Unlike you, Granger, I have more important things to do than pick fights." With that, he heaved his massive bag on one shoulder and, bending his knees slightly, slid the books from the desk to his arms. He hugged them as he straightened and walked away leaving a very sad-looking Hermione.
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Half-bent with the weight of the things he was carrying, Draco was walking very slowly and very carefully to avoid dropping his load when he noticed the strange sight before him.
In the restricted section of the library were most of his professors. He had never seen so many people all at once in that portion of the library before. What attracted his attention even more was the state of panic in which they all seemed to be. Even the normally cool and eternally unruffled Professor Snape was turning the pages the book he held so fast that some pages had become loose from the binding and fell to the floor near him.
As if summoned by thoughts with reference to him, Severus Snape looked up and glared back into the eyes of the one watching him. His eyes narrowed into slits, warning Draco to mind his own business.
Continuing towards the exit of the chamber, Draco tried to control the expression on his face, to keep it devoid of the emotions and thoughts plaguing him. He was surprised to see Professor Snape look at him so disapprovingly. He had always thought that the two of them had a mutual kind of respect born out of admiration for each other's accomplishments and character. It was that look directed to him that caused him to worry. Draco wished Lucius had nothing to do with the liarliar and zealous actions of the Hogwarts faculty with whatever they were doing or trying to put an end to. He hoped that Severus Snape would be kind and remember that he and Draco's father had once been like brothers.
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After Draco Malfoy had passed through the doors and gone out of the library, Snape spoke to the woman beside him.
"The boy was watching us."
"And this troubles you?" Professor McGonagall asked in response.
"We do not know how far his powers extend over the two. We do not yet know how great their part is in his plan. They could very well be spies."
She nodded. "But tonight, Severus, there will no longer be a reason to worry. We shall stop him."
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Draco let out a sound of frustration mixed with satisfaction as he thrust his fingers deep into her.
She whimpered, arching her body mindlessly, trying to push her hips closer to the source of pleasure.
The grass rustled underneath them as the rest of his body matched the rhythm of his fingers, his pelvis grinding into the ground beside her thigh. He could feel her soft breasts, their nipples pebbled from the cold, crushed under his chest as he rocked frantically over her.
He knew Hermione was near the edge. She was crying out, calling to him as she hooked her leg over his waist, her fingers clutching his shirt.
"Hurry."
In between ragged breaths, he groaned his assent.
Somehow disentangling himself from her arms and legs, he fumbled with the buttons of his pants.
Now free from the tight confines of his clothes, he moved towards her, positioning himself between the legs that she willingly spread before him. His eyes locked with hers and he slid his trembling hands from her knees, up and under her skirt, and over her hips.
He bent over her slowly. Her hands moved around his neck and pulled his face down closer to hers. He gripped her hips and prepared himself to make that one long, smooth motion to unite their bodies.
"Stop!"
"What?!"
"Something's wrong, Draco.Something—" Hermione was shaking her head with a faraway look in her eyes but the intensity of the confusion and incomprehension in her face in no way compared to that in Draco's.
He felt as if a ton of bricks had been dropped on top of him. It was only steely Malfoy self-control that stopped him from forcing himself on her. He knew she would be powerless to stop him if he did. Heck, he knew she was wet enough to not get hurt and he was sure he could definitely make her enjoy it so much that she'd forget to get angry with him.
With a sigh, he rolled onto his back instead. He closed his eyes and let the rays of the moon light up his pale face and the white, torn feminine underwear strewn on the ground near him.
Draco Malfoy simply did not force himself on women. Before tonight, he had never needed to. Women begged for him to take them.
He was starting to regret his choice to not just push her up against the nearest tree when a splashing sound interrupted his thoughts.
Hermione had jumped into the Hogwarts pond. She was signaling for him to follow.
Without even pausing to think, he happily dove in.
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It was the awareness of the cold that hit him first. It assaulted him from everywhere, penetrating his bones, making his teeth chatter almost at once. He realized he was in the Hogwarts pond. He tried to be calm. What was he doing in the pond - he looked down at his body - in only his shirt and pants, which were, by the way, unbuttoned?!
It was only then that he noticed the big bubbles surfacing an arm's length from him. He immediately grew fearful. After his experience in the Forest that one night in his first year, he has always been more than just a little wary of the campus grounds at night.
He swallowed. It could be some big fish or sea monster that was about to have him for dinner. From the muckiness of the water, there was no way for him to tell.
Astonishingly, he did not flee. He instead decided to at least see what was going to finish him off since swimming away from an aquatic beast was probably not going to prove effective. Taking a deep breath, he submerged himself fully in the obscure pool of liquid. He expected to find a vicious monster only to find - Hermione Granger!
No bubbles were coming from her now and she was quite still. Had she drowned?
Forgetting his normal instinct to preserve himself and escape danger as quickly as possible, he put his arms around her body, dragged her out of the water and unceremoniously dumped her on the pond's edge amidst small rocks and weeds.
She was not breathing, but, at least, he thought, they were now safe from the many dangerous things that inhabit the pond.
If Draco had been born or raised a Muggle, he would have known CPR. But since this is clearly not the case, he tried remembering the words to a resuscitation spell before he recognized that he did not have his wand with him. It was in his cloak - wherever that was.
So he put her on her side instead and hoped some of the water would go out of her. Awash with a kind of protectiveness, and trying hard not to notice the form of her body under her wet, white, and nearly completely translucent blouse, he proceeded to scream for help as loudly as he could.
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"Professor, her shirt was open and he wasn't wearing much either. When I saw them, he was hovering practically on top of her. I guess what I'm saying, Professor Dumbledore, sir, is—"
"I know, Hagrid. I know. I would keep this to myself though if I were you." When the big man looked ready to protest, the headmaster added, "Mr. Malfoy has no fault in this, I assure you. I'm just glad that he was able to pull her out of the water and that you were able to find them both."
"It was no problem, sir, with him screaming like a mandrake." Though Dumbledore had no doubts that Hagrid would accede to his wishes, he also knew that his old friend probably won't forget what he saw and what he thought it meant.
The student they had been discussing was seated nearby, wrapped up in blankets. He too had received treatment for an impending case of the flu brought about by his exposure to the chilly weather.
Though he had been opposed by most of the faculty, Albus Dumbledore has decided to reveal the truth to Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy. Since the enchantment he and the other teachers had created worked and thus had put a stop to the unconscious actions of the two students even as they tried to meet that night , there would be no harm in telling them of what had happened. Besides, the young man had probably been eavesdropping when he and the other professors were debating the use of memory charms to resolve this issue and probably overheard something of importance. Clearly, Severus was right. The boy was a person one has to be careful in dealing with.
"Will she be all right?"
He nodded, not showing his surprise at the first words from the boy.
"Do you know what I'll be asking you now, Mr. Malfoy?"
"You would want to know what happened out there, sir."
"That is correct. Would you like me to ask you the question or would you care to save the me the effort by volunteering the answer?"
"I - I don't know what happened out there, professor. I - I was—" At this point, the young man looked like he was wrestling his inner demons to get the words out of his mouth. "I was out of bed, sir. After curfew hours. I was trying to sneak into the kitchens to get some food. I forgot about dinner and, when I got hungry, I found out that Crabbe and Goyle had already wiped out the stocks of food in the dormitory. Sir, I—"
He grew uneasy at the fact that Dumbledore was not reacting to what he was saying. The headmaster, in turn, was amazed that Malfoy had actually decided to tell him the whole truth.
"The next thing I knew, I was in the pond. I saw bubbles in the water, went under to see what it was, saw it was the Mud—it was Granger, and I got her out.
"It wasn't her fault, sir. She probably wasn't aware of how she got there as well but I am NOT at fault either. You must believe me." As if realizing how pathetic and whiney he must sound, Draco changed his tone and firmly said, " I am telling the truth. I am not at fault."
"I believe you, Mr. Malfoy. There is no need to worry. This will affect neither your record nor Ms. Granger's. I know you both wish to be Head Boy and Head Girl, though it does not do to skip meals even if one is busy studying."
Lately, he had not been acting like his normal self at all and Draco found himself asking another question.
"Isn't there something else you'd like to tell me, Professor Dumbledore? When you were in discussion with the other professors, sir, I could not help but get the impression that there was something else, something of greater importance."
The headmaster smiled. The boy HAD been listening. Though the student's behavior had been unusual - rescuing Ms. Granger, defending her from taking on blame, and telling the truth even if being out of bed after curfew could have earned him punishment - eavesdropping was a Malfoy talent that is hard to discontinue in use.
So Albus Dumbledore told him. Part of it, at least.
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"I don't really know how to say this but thank you." Hermione could not bring herself to look him in the eye so she fixed her gaze at his shoes, which were as immaculately polished as always. She couldn't hear a response so she spoke again.
"Also, I was, um, I - I was looking for books about the Hogwarts campus and all that I wanted was with you. All the books I wanted, I mean. So —"
"No."
"What?" She wanted to disappear. She could feel the blood rising to her face. Here she was being nice - or at least she was trying to pretend like she was being nice - towards this guy and here he was being a jerk again.
"What were you doing in the pond?"
"What kind of question is that?" Hermione retorted, turning away from Draco.
He grabbed her elbow.
"Answer me! What were you doing in the pond?" People in the library were beginning to stare at them.
"I was slipping in the mud unable to get my head up out of the water to breathe! What do you think?" she answered back sarcastically.
A sharp, violent yank of her elbow and the menacing expression in his eyes made Hermione rethink her answer. She looked around to see if any one was listening and, in a very soft voice, said, "Same as you. I DON'T know. They said we were controlled. We were sent there."
"They also said that they've found a way to stop the Dark Lord from ever taking over us again. Don't you have faith in the words of your teachers, Granger?"
"I don't like not knowing things. I need answers. So I—"
"Need to borrow books from me so you can find out exactly why we were there in the pond that night."
"Yes. There must be something that You-Know-Who wants and I want to find out what that is and why he chose the two of us to get it for him." Hermione felt a sense of triumph grow inside of her. Malfoy was looking at her attentively. She may be getting her research materials from him after all. What do you know? Acting like a giddy, feminine, idiotic damsel-in-distress may be more effective than outright aggression.
"I'm still not turning the library books that I borrowed over to you."
She nearly cried out in frustration. She knew he liked having some kind of power over her and he looked so smug standing there and looking down at her. She wanted to tell him just how much of a sick bastard he was when—
"That's because YOU have all the books that I want."
She said nothing so he continued.
"It seems that we need each other to get to the bottom of this, Mudblood. Besides, we'll get the job done much faster if we work together. More time to study and more time to work on being Head Boy and Head Girl," he added with a self-satisfied smile.
He held out his hand to her.
"Deal?"
She hesitated for a second. She could just slap his face - and thus, at least feel partially fulfilled - then put this whole thing behind her. Chewing her lip then nodding her head and sighing, she shook his hand and sealed her fate.
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