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In the land of Gods and Monsters	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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In the days that followed it was a groggy, tired Hermione who showed up for class. She had been restless the entire night, even after Malfoy finally cut the music and went to sleep. She assumed. Because that was what he did. He came back to his room, blasted music until two or three in the morning, before turning it off.
Honestly she didn’t really want to think about what he did in his room.
This wasn’t the first restless night. When they…she, Ron, and Harry…when they began their search for the horcrux’s she had struggled. She couldn’t blame Malfoy entirely for that. She had trouble sleeping before coming back to school.
But he certainly was doing his all to make her uncomfortable in the room. Perhaps out of some deep sated fear that they would simply ignore each other, the rooms were essentially magic proofed to ‘force you two to resolve your differences and be models for others,’ Headmaster MacGognall had tersely said, and refused to listen to her complaints.
Which left Hermione with no sleep and her troubled thoughts.
Even now it made her feel guilty.
Harry had been going through so much… Things she couldn’t even imagine.
But so…so had she.
It made her feel ashamed, even now. It made her hate her self. She hated nights because she would think those thoughts. And they weren’t happy, bright things but dark, self-deprecating and hateful things.
She would think about everything that she didn’t do…everything she could have done…and then her parents would want to help but how could they? It was why she had left home early. Because during her waking hours she would break down and they would stand their helplessly.
It was a nightmare.
It was why she was here, trying to do something to make up for all the ways she had failed her best friends. To do the right thing. To help because she couldn’t even begin to help herself but maybe if she helped others she might very well help herself.
Sounded good in theory…but the reality was proving to be a miserable struggle.
And then of course there was him.
Malfoy.
Christ. Hell. She didn’t even know how to begin to explain him. Not understand, because she didn’t want to understand, but to simply explain him.
And to have to do this project with Malfoy was almost laughable. It made her want to cry at the silliness of it. But here she was.
Rubbing her eyes, she looked around and observed the animated faces of her classmates.
Had she fallen asleep at all last night?
Malfoy looked well rested and groomed, his silvery hair pulled back. He was carrying on a conversation with Professor Flitwick looking like he was having the time of his life.
She cocked her head to the side. She guessed he was going to copy his father and grow it out. He could be his carbon copy after all.
Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…
She stared down at her orange juice. That was the other thing. Maybe because she wasn’t sleeping, but her thoughts were so disorganized.
Deep breath girl.
He was sickly pleasant to her. And she couldn’t seem to shake him! Everywhere she turned, he was there, offering assistance. Faking empathy. Pretending to be concerned.
And helping her.
God it was awful.
‘Are you alright Granger?’ He bent over slightly, the perfect look of concern on his face and hands clasped behind his back. ‘You look a little under the weather.’
Maybe it’s because you blast music all night. Maybe it’s because you and your death eater family killed most of my friends. Maybe it’s because of you, Malfoy.
But she didn’t say that, because it would be detrimental to what she was trying to promote. So she smiled.
‘Just feeling a little tired. Thank you for asking Malfoy.’
He lowered his voice to a bare whisper, ‘You remind me of Weasley. Did you see him? I honestly couldn’t tell the difference—he was as dumb and dead in life as he was in that hospital bed.’
Her entire body froze, smile still on her face. She could feel her eyes tearing. But she was silent.
He chuckled softly, ‘Such a good girl.’
And he turned to leave.
What happened next was surreal. Hermione could see herself moving. It was all in her head, but the image was so real that for a moment it seemed like it were happening--
She didn’t hear the loud scream she released, she only saw herself leap on Malfoy’s back, and scream ‘CRUCIATUS!’
But the spell didn’t work. It was useless, because she had said it wrong.
So she began pounding on his back, screaming all sorts of vile swears. She raised her wand, she was going to kill him—
‘Ms. Granger?’
‘Huh?’
Hermione blinked rapidly.
And looked around.
It seemed that a professor had been talking to her for several minutes.
She looked around. Malfoy was no where to be seen.
‘S-Sorry,’ she stammered, her face turning bright red. ‘I’m sorry. What did you say?’
All in my head...oh god if this keeps up someone is going to wind up dead.
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After having a good cry Hermione spent the rest of the day in bed. It was good medicine, or so her mother always said. The fact of the matter was, she was disturbed. She could have not only hurt Malfoy, but she would have been expelled from school. Forbidden curses were not something anyone should use, and to even imagine using one...
What was happening to her? That wasn't who she was. She wasn't that. She wasn't like Malfoy. But her thoughts and almost-actions seemed to indicate otherwise.
She slept through the entire day. Through dinner. She would have slept through the night if it weren’t for the loud noises coming from Malfoy’s room.
Groaning, Hermione rolled out of bed.
She stumbled in the dark. She didn’t have her wand, she would pick it up in the morning. So she was blindly reaching for a light switch out of habit only to remember that the school didn’t have any.
She groaned.
And stumbled towards the door.
She knocked once, twice, and then opened it.
‘Malfoy, could you please—
She froze mid sentence.
Malfoy was laying sprawled in the middle of his bed, back against the wall, hand on what was clearly a very engorged penis, pumping furiously up and down.
He looked at her.
And he kept going!
She immediately covered her eyes with her hands.
‘S-Sorry!’ She cried, cheeks red.
She stumbled backwards, embarrassed, trying to erase what she had just seen.
She meant to run back into her room, but instead she crashed into the wall, because she was still blind. Her hands were clasped firmly over her eyes. As if that would somehow block out the image.
The image seemed burned in her mind. For all eternity.
Draco Malfoy. Jerking off.
She tried to feel with her hands the wall but she must have gotten turned around. She was going deeper in the room, and she didn’t see his books on the floor. With a loud cry she began to fall, putting her hands out to protect herself.
And then she wasn't falling--she wasn't even moving, because he had grabbed her arm in a painfully steely grip. It hurt, really, really bad.
She would have bruises later, but it also steadied her.
And then she realized.
Those hands had just been…
‘Oh my god I’m sorry lemme go!’ She was frantically trying to get away when he was trying to keep her still.
Was her day just going to keep getting worse? Could it get worse than this?
Finally she gave up and her body went slack, but he didn’t anticipate that. He lost his balance, and they both went toppling to the floor.
She landed on her belly. He landed on top of her.
For a stunned moment they were both still.
With a calm she did not knew she possessed she quietly asked, ‘I’m sorry. I would like to return to my room now.’
There was a pause.
And then he whispered in her ear, ‘Will you let me use you?’
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In the land of Gods and Monsters