Dark Waters of Ecstasy | By : StarlitNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The only bad thing about this room, Draco had decided, was the excessive amount of sunlight when you forgot to close the curtains the night before. Six a.m. and he was wide awake. Slipping out from the covers, he crossed the room and ripped the shades over the window. Much better. He walked back over to his bed, savoring the image of Hermione laying there, her hair curled and sprayed across his pillows, his sheet just covering her chest, her hand reaching out for him. He had a feeling she’d be different from his usual hit-and-runs. Granger was too stubborn to be just another number. Draco smiled, kissed her temple lightly, and went to shower. As he was coming out, his towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still dripping, Hermione was waking up.
“G’morning,” she murmured with a yawn. Draco laughed.
“Morning, love,” he answered, leaning down to kiss her. Shaking his head, Hermione shrieked as the cold water droplets hit her face. “It’s Saturday.”
“I know,” Hermione said, sinking back down against Draco’s pillows. “I might decide to stay here all day. I hope you won’t mind.”
“And why would I mind a beautiful girl in my bed at any time?” Draco asked with his trademark smirk. Hermione scowled and threw a pillow at his head. Ducking stealthily, he grinned and went to change. He came back and found Hermione in the very same place he’d left her. “I’m going to get some breakfast,” he announced. “Are you coming or would you like me to bring you some?”
“I was actually thinking about inviting Harry and Ron up,” Hermione said cautiously. “I mean, I’d like them to know about you.”
“Why?” Draco asked quietly, sitting on the bed next to her.
“I can’t not tell them!”
“Yes, you can. I did it.”
“I don’t even want to think what Crabbe and Goyle would have said had you told them,” Hermione said with a grimace. Draco smirked and kissed her cheek.
“Do you want me to be around when they come up?”
“Maybe you should be in your room, in case I need back up.” Hermione smiled. “I hope this goes over well.”
“Yeah,” Draco breathed. “Me too.”
XXX
After showering and dressing, Hermione left her dormitory alone. The Great Hall was full, it being prime breakfast time, and she was a little nervous when she found Harry and Ron. Sitting next to Harry (the space next to Ron was occupied by Lavender, and the two of them seemed more interested in the other’s face than breakfast, a big step up for Ron), Hermione picked up a goblet of juice and sipped at it.
“Um, Harry?” she started, very quietly. Harry looked up, his mouth full of toast, and nodded for her to continue. “I want to ask you and Ron to come up to my common room later. I need to talk to you.”
“Oi, Ron!” Harry yelled across the table. “Stop sucking at her face and listen.” Ron looked over, blushing, and Lavender giggled. “Want to come to see Hermione with me later?” Ron looked over at her, his face hard. Hermione sighed.
“I’m sorry,” she said. His expression melted and he smiled.
“Yeah, all right. Lav has to do some research for Astrology anyway. Something about Clairvoyants, I think.”
“Oh, yes,” Lavender said excitedly. “They’re really very interesting individuals. You can’t tell one from a normal witch or wizard until they start to mature their senses, around their mid to late teenage years. They start to get-”
“Well, I have to go now,” Hermione interrupted. “In about an hour?” she asked the boys. Harry nodded. Smiling, Hermione left for her dorm. Draco was sitting in his usual chair, reading. Hermione came over and kissed his head.
“So?” he asked, looking up and kissing her again.
“They’ll be here in about an hour.”
“Excellent,” Draco said, and put a bookmark on his page, a smirk spreading across his features. “You know what that leaves just enough time for?” Hermione giggled and followed Draco into his room.
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“Ron, I can’t believe you,” Harry said with a sigh. He ran his hand through his already messy hair to push it out of his eyes. “She is our best friend. You can’t waste six years of friendship over a silly break up. Besides, it’s obvious you’ve moved on.”
“You’re right, Harry,” Ron decided. “We can be mature about this.” He leaned over and knocked on the portrait’s frame. The mermaid came out and winked, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Password?” she asked in her annoyingly sweet voice. Harry suppressed a laugh.
“Mysterious,” Ron said.
“All right, but I’d be careful.” The mermaid turned around and prepared to dive into the water again. “She’s a little busy.” Ron and Harry exchanged almost worried looks as the portrait swung open. The room was empty and silent. Harry went to the left, Ron to the right. While Harry’s search proved unsuccessful, Ron came to Draco’s door and heard a muffled scream. Ron called over to Harry and burst in through the door.
“Hermione!” he yelled, looking all around for her. She was lying naked in Draco’s bed, pulling the covers up over herself.
“What?” she asked, her tone betraying her irritation.
“What in the hell are you doing in here?” Ron demanded. “This is Malfoy’s room! And you’re naked! What’s going on?”
“Go wait in the common room, I’ll be out in a moment to explain.” Hermione sighed and watched as the two boys left. Draco had been lying next to the bed, out of view, and when the door clicked shut, he started laughing.
“That had to be the highlight of my day,” he said, smiling. Hermione leaned over the bed, watching him lie on his back and laugh.
“Stay in here, all right?” She picked up her clothes and started dressing. “Wish me luck!”
“Luck,” he called after her and she blew him a kiss before opening the door to the common room. Harry and Ron were sitting on chairs next to the fireplace. Harry looked confused and was mindlessly fumbling with the edge of his robe. Ron, on the other hand, looked positively murderous.
“You going to explain yourself now?” Ron spat. Harry reached out and placed his hand on Ron’s arm to steady him.
“You have to understand, Hermione,” Harry started gently, “that this is a very awkward situation. I’m not sure what happened, but it doesn’t look so good to us.”
“I told you I wanted to talk to you about something,” Hermione said, trying to keep calm. “I did not expect my privacy to be invaded or you two to come in here and start making accusations.”
“Making accusations?” Ron cried, jumping up. “You’re the one who was stripped in Malfoy’s room! Why can’t I accuse you of what I know is true?”
“Because you don’t know the whole story!” Hermione screamed back. “Just…leave. I need some time to cool down.” She started for her room, but stopped as Harry put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hermione, please…” Harry begged. “Don’t do this.” Hermione rolled her shoulder out of his grip and slammed her door behind her. Sighing, Harry turned back to Ron.
“I need to talk to Malfoy,” Ron declared, and, pulling out his wand, stalked to the opposite door. He knocked harshly. Draco opened it and stared at Ron.
“Can I help you?” he asked uninterestedly. Ron pushed his way into the room and held his wand against Draco’s throat.
“What did you do to her?” he growled. Draco raised an eyebrow.
“You going to kill me, Weasley?” he whispered. Ron narrowed his eyes and glared. Harry came in behind them.
“Ron!” he shouted, pulling him away from Draco.
“Leave him,” Draco commanded, closing the distance between himself and Ron again. “Go ahead,” he said in Ron’s ear. “Kill me.” Ron brought his wand up and held it against Draco’s chest. His hands were shaking but he was determined.
“Ron, don’t,” Harry whispered pleadingly. “He’s not worth it.” Ron looked between Harry and his wand, sighing and letting his arm fall. Draco smirked.
“That’s what I thought. Now get out.” Turning, he headed away from the other two men. Ron looked back at Harry, his face beginning to flush as he brought his wand back up and threw a curse at Draco. The stream of yellow light hit him in the back and he double over, unconscious. Looking panicked, Ron backed away and bumped into Harry.
“What…” he breathed, his eyes darting around the room. Harry looked at him, disgusted, and ran to Draco’s body. Flipping him over, he noticed that he’d hit his head and was bleeding.
“Go get Hermione,” Harry commanded, taking out his handkerchief and pressing it against Draco’s wound. “We need to get him to the Hospital Wing.” Ron nodded, still dazed, and ran to get Hermione.
“Please come out,” he called through her door. “Malfoy’s hurt, we need to get him to the Hospital Wing.”
“What?” Hermione asked incredulously, coming out of her room. “What do you mean ‘he’s hurt’? What did you do to him?” They crossed the common room, Ron trailing behind.
“I mean a threw a curse at him!” he said exasperated. “What did you expect me to do, let him go?” Hermione threw a disappointed look to him, and continued into Draco’s room. Harry’s handkerchief was already soaked with blood, but he’d managed to get Draco’s body levitated and was heading for the door.
“Oh, my god,” Hermione whispered, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. Harry looked at her, and continued out of the room. Hermione followed, her eyes beginning to tear. Ron hesitated a moment, before running out after them. Madam Pomfrey had Draco placed in a cot near the window, and sent the three away while she administered various potions and charms. Harry held Hermione as she cried, while Ron stayed nearby.
“He’ll be all right,” the nurse told them when she was finished. “He just needs to sleep it off. That was quite a nasty fall he took.” Madam Pomfrey eyed the boys suspiciously.
“Is it all right if I wait here with him till he wakes up?” Hermione asked quietly.
“Of course, dear, so long as you don’t try to wake him up.” The nurse smiled sympathetically, and left. Hermione grasped Harry’s hand briefly, squeezing, and went to sit with Draco. Harry sighed, watching her go, and turned to Ron. The redhead blushed, looking at the ground.
“You have a lot of explaining to do when we get back to the common room,” Harry said, his tone serious. Ron nodded. They walked in silence all the way up to Gryffindor Tower. The common room was nearly empty, and the boys took seat on opposite sides of the fireplace.
“I’m sorry,” Ron started. “I don’t know what came over me.” Harry eyed him coldly. “What?” Ron demanded, annoyed. “You expected me to let him walk away like that? After what he obviously did to Hermione?”
“And what, exactly, did he do to Hermione?” Harry asked.
“I think,” Ron started. He looked around, leaned in, and whispered, “I think he raped her.”
“No,” Harry said, pulling back. “No way. She’s too smart for that. Besides, she wouldn’t be up there with him now if he had.”
“Think about it, Harry, “ Ron continued. “I accused her of being in Malfoy’s room, and she said I didn’t know the whole story. It’s not her fault, I should have seen that. She probably wanted to talk about him. Maybe he’d been harassing her or something, you know, making her uncomfortable.”
“No,” Harry persisted. Ron shrugged.
“I don’t know. But I think we need to talk to Malfoy when he gets out of the infirmary.”
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Running, his lungs were tight, his throat was closing around every breath…he collapsed. He sat on his knees, panting for air, knowing that he’d given them the time they needed to catch up to him.
“Draco…” he heard a cold voice say. “How it shames me to call you my son.”
“That makes two of us,” Draco managed to say before he fell into a fit of coughs.
“I’m going to give you another chance,” Lucius said, “seeing as you are my only heir. I’m going to offer you the honour of being a Death Eater only once more.”
“I’d rather die,” Draco spat.
“Fine,” Lucius said, turning away. He flicked his hand and the Dementors he’d brought with him began to close in around Draco. The sudden drop in temperature made breathing even harder, and he found that every inhalation brought a stinging pain through his chest. The Dementors grabbed his arms, hard enough, he knew, to cause bruises for months. They dragged him the mile and a half back to the Manor, taking him through the dungeon entrance and throwing him into a small, circular room. Lucius entered after him and sent the Dementors away. Draco still had trouble breathing, his breaths coming in short, ragged pants. Lucius stood above him and looked down.
“Go ahead and do it,” Draco whispered. “Kill me.”
“I’m giving you a chance,” Lucius told him, sounding completely indifferent to the situation. Pulling a long black box out of his robes, he opened it and asked, “Do you know what this is?”
“Should I care?” Draco shot back.
“It’s the knife my father used to give me the Dark Mark,” Lucius said, disregarding Draco. “And now I’m going to bestow that distinction down to you.” Reaching down, he grabbed Draco’s sleeve to pull him up, but Draco pulled away, leaving his shirt in his father’s hands. Lucius looked at it for a moment and threw it down. “Don’t do this, Draco,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to have to kill you.”
“Then I’ll kill myself,” Draco threatened. He reached to his belt to pull out his own dagger. Lucius shook his head in dismay.
“Draco…” he sighed. “Give me your arm.”
“Your plan will never work,” Draco said, looking around wildly. He began circling his father, Lucius following suit. “Voldemort will never be strong enough. You’re all going to fail.”
“If we fail, then you come down with us!” Lucius screamed, lunging for Draco and grabbing his wrist. Draco pulled back, stumbling, and threw his dagger. It flew by Lucius’ head, missing by a good three inches. Lucius threw his own knife, the blade skimming Draco’s stomach and leaving a long gash. Draco gasped, grasping his stomach, and fell to his knees. Lucius picked up his blade, wiping it clean on his handkerchief. “Get out,” he whispered, and left. Draco stayed on his knees for a few minutes, before gathering the strength to stand. He staggered on his way out, crashing into walls, his vision blurred and his head pounding. When he got outside, he began to run. Not in any particular direction, just running, getting away…he fell, and found he could not stand up…
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Draco woke up with a start, his breathing ragged and his body dripping with sweat. He sat up slowly- his head was pounding. Looking around, he deduced he was in the Hospital Wing. He started coughing, his lungs contracting painfully, and he felt a small, cool hand place itself on his back and help him sit up straight. Whoever it was handed him a glass of water, and he thankfully gulped some of it down. Turning, he saw Hermione, staring at him worriedly. He smiled and put the glass on the table next to his bed.
“How are you?” she asked quietly. Draco smiled and leaned in to kiss her.
“Just fine,” he whispered, “Just fine.”
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Chapter 4 revision !
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