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Delightful Pain	By : sabreenthequeen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36261 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I am NOT J.K.Rowling. I know, depressing isn't it?
A/N: This is the last chapter everyone. I know there may be a lot of unresolved issues and there is a Part Two planned but maybe I won't post it. If I do it won't be seperated but added on to here. Anyway enjoy the last chapter. I hope I have not disappointed anyone too much with this story. Enjoy and goodbye!
Oh and Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all!
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Delightful Pain
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Chapter VIII: Leaving
His POV:
I freed her.
I went to Dumbledore and now she was free. I would no longer be allowed to meet her after the sun would rise this night. No longer would we be allowed to meet and what would happen after? Only time will tell.
Walking back to the Head Dorms was saddening. This would be the last time I would be allowed to be here. Come this morning, I would be gone. Hermione Granger and I would never meet and hopefully all that happened between us would be a blurry piece of our past that our minds would soon forget.
I walked though the portrait, the painting of the blonde girl staring at me with saddened eyes. It were as if she knew what happened in the rooms her portrait hid and guarded and empathized with us... Meaning both Hermione Granger and I.
I said the password, and walked through sighing heavily and allowing the darkness of the room to drape over me like a heavy cloak. I turned on the lights though, for I felt a sudden need for the darkness to go away and lift off my shoulders.
Blinking my eyes rapidly, adjusting to the light, my gaze when to the door of my room. It was closed and so were hers. Half of my mind wanted me to walk through those very doors yet the other half, the one that was sickened by my behavior of the past weeks in that room of hers, told me to stay away.
I went away from her room and entered my own. The curtains were bare, the wardrobe empty, my clothes all stacked away in heavy chests ready to be shifted to my room in the Slytherin Boy's Dorms. My bed was all that was in tact but the idea of sleeping there another night alone was haunting. Long ago, before I visited her, there was a time that in those very sheets, I dreamt of her sweet dreams that I longed to make reality. In those dreams, force was never the case and in it it was both her and I that were in pleasure. Not one crying and bleeding while the other cackled mercilessly. Angrily I tore the sheets off of my bed and threw them across the room, the pillows following soon after. I plopped down on the empty bed and stared at the blank walls. This was what my life should be like. Empty, barren, lifeless.
I walked outside my room, unable to take it all. It was unbearable. That idea of loneliness. Though I deserve it more than ever the fear would drive me insane. The thought of being alone was scary.
A piece of parchment caught my eye. It was addressed to me. I tore open the seal and read the contents. It was from Dumbledore telling me that Hermione Granger and I weren't allowed to be within 50 meters from each other. He said I should leave before the sun would rise for it would be then that the spell would activate. It didn't mention Azakaban or anything else but I had a feeling my days walking freely would be shortlived. I could feel the looming terror of Azakaban's doomed cells. My father wouldn't be able to do a thing. With the Dark Lord on the rise again, it would be difficult. Especially since he was in Azakaban as well. Fortunately for him, he was released but nothing can help me. I'm doomed. Maybe I shouldn't have confessed. Aren't I a Malfoy? And aren't Malfoys supposed to be sadistic and heartless. Wasn't guilt a feeling that Malfoys were forbidden to feel? Then what had happened to me?
I looked back at the Head Girl's door. It was closed, shut from me yet somehow it was beckoning for me to enter. And I couldn't help it. An unexplainable urge rippled through me and I turned the knob of the door just as I had done all those days I came to visit her. Opening the door slightly, the light from behind me seeped into the darkened room of hers. The door creaked in a familiar way and it unnerved me.
I saw her sleeping form, her body fully covered with her sheets. Her front was facing the door and I saw her squint her eyes from the light but then open them to inspect me. Her eyes didn't meet mine for she closed them tight. I shut the door behind me and walked slowly over to the other side of her bed. I slipped in the covers and crawled closer to her so that her hair was tickling my nose and my mouth was against the side of her neck.
I didn't know why I had come. It was another urge, another in the moment kind of thing. Hopefully it wouldn't turn out as the other nights had.
I longed for her lips to touch mine as it had moments before I had left midway. At the time a heavy burden was laded on my shoulders and my mind was cloudy from a thousand questions and a thousand feelings that my mind couldn't handle. Confessing to Dumbledore had lifted some of that burden, yet now the questionable feelings remained and again I was doing something else that my mind had no reason to justify.
She shifted her weight so that she faced me fully and even in the darkness of the room I was able to see her features clearly. Her dark chocolate eyes were deep and wide with emotion. Her button-like nose was upturned slightly yet rounded off at the end. And then those full poisonous lips that would leave me without reason or virtue. Her fingers traced the outline of my face, my body tingling at her touch, a fire igniting, a thousand suppressed feelings growing to such great heights, I couldn't fathom.
Without my consent those tempting lips of hers were pressed against mine. My hands made their own journey around her waist and I drew her closer to me. It was a heavenly kiss. So sweet and innocent it left me wondering what will happen when we part. Her own arms were around me in a possessive manner and I could tell what she wanted now. I could tell her mind was made up. Like she said earlier, she wanted to have me at her side forever. Now she was putting those words into action. She was holding me tight as to never let go.
I held on fast as well. Never did I want to release her. Trapped, I was. Trapped in such feelings that confessing to Dumbledore hadn't changed. Parting from her physically would never let me part from her mentally.
Lust. Infatuation. Trapped desires of hungry, wanton carnal craving.
Our lips parted and she sighed, snuggling into my arms. And I lay there, next to her, under her as her deathly grip never faltered. So trapped was I. So trapped.
Her eyes closed and she fell into a peaceful slumber. It was painful to know that this would be the last time I would see her. The last time I would hold her in my arms. She would probably think this was all a dream when she would wake up, for that I am sure. I closed my eyes as well. Before the sun would come up over the horizon, I would leave. Till then I wanted to stay here. Stay until I couldn't any longer. And when the sun would shine freely over her, she would open her eyes and I would be gone.
I thought about all that happened these past few weeks. Will my leaving her actually get her to be friends with Potter and Weasley again or will she stay even more alone that before? Will this change anything? And why am I doing this? What happened to me? How have I changed? How is it that a mere kiss turned out this way? How? And what will happened next? Will leaving change anything? I know there is a 50 meter distance-spell on us but can I go on without seeing her? Can I go on without having sex with her? Sure I'm controlling myself now but what if I change back to the real me?
The real me.
Who is that? Is there really a real Draco Malfoy or am I just some being that floats between different personalities. One moment I'm thinking about hurting her to no end and the next I feel sorry for her, I pity her and hate myself. Now I hate her for doing this to me. Gods I hate her. I truly do.
Maybe my destination would be Azakaban or maybe I'll go and join the ranks of the Death Eaters as my father wants me too. Or maybe my fate lies in simply being away. Away to a world where Hermione Granger wouldn't be in it. Before the sun would rise, I would leave and go to that world. For now, I'll be here with her in my arms until the first rays of the sun would trickle through the window.
For the first time I was able to sleep peacefully. Guilt had lifted off my shoulders but a saddening thought of leaving her weighted my heart. But it was for the good. Feeling this way for a mudblood was wrong, but then again what I had done to her was much more inequitable.
She would be free and I would be in a world of loneliness as I deserve. When she would wake, she would think this all a dream. A lovely, sweet dream. However to me it would be reality. Reality where freedom was not an option for me, but I would make sure it was one for her.
Before the light would even seep through the darkness, I would say, "I'm going. Free. You're free now," and then vanish.
Leaving her would be my punishment. Freeing her would be my act of repentance.
I used to take delight in her pain. Inside I know I still am. Leaving her will not only hurt me but her too. That may not be physical pain but it would still be pain from the inside.
So I suppose I still am taking delight from her pain.
However now...
...my pain was included.
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