The Enemy's Valentine

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:02:53 GMT

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[21-51] Draco and Snape
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Dramione

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 03:11:13 GMT

Hey Babe....Hello, i'm a huge Dramione fan, i've got a few stories.

review if you like.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2809013/1/ That's a song fic.

I got more in my profile, but only one Hermione/Draco story at the moment.

Hugs and kisses love Jessica

Valentine's Application

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 04:35:54 GMT

Yes!! If U Open This U Must Continue On......

This is the "Be My Valentine Application." Everyone knows there's at least one person on livejournal that you want to be your Valentine. Here's the application for that special someone to fill out.
Copy and Paste as My Valentine Application, And Let's see who replys back with the following filled out. Lets Go........

Area 1:
Please provide positive answers.

Name:

Age:

Phone:

Height:

Do you Drive:

State You Live In:

School:

Grade:

May I Call You:

Single or Taken:

Would You Date Me:

Kiss On First Date:

Will You Send This Back To Me?:

Area 2:
What would you do if I...

I made a move on u:

I kissed you:

I lived next door to you:

I started smoking:

I asked you on a date:

I was hospitalized:

I ran away from home:

I got into a fight and you weren't there?

I asked u to have sex?

I asked u out?

Area 3:
What do you think about my...
Personality:

Eyes:

Hair:

Body:

Area 4:
Have you ever....

Lied to make me feel better?

Wanted to kiss me?

Wanted to kill me?

Broke my heart?

Kept something important from me?

Area 5:

Would you ever....

"X" marks the spot
[ ]Kiss me..
[ ]Hug me..
[ ]Date me..
[ ]grab my ass..
[ ]Kill me..
[ ]fuck me ...
[ ]Love me..
[ ]Hate me..
[ ]Hold me..
[ ]Lie to me..
[ ]Hurt me..
[ ]Sing with me..
[ ]Dance with me..
[ ]Grind with me..
[ ]Cuddle with me..
[ ]Let me make a move on you..
[ ]Make a move on me..
[ ]Watch a movie with me..
[ ]Get me a B-day gift..
[ ]Let me borrow your car..
[ ]Be there for me..
[ ]Buy me a drink..
[ ]Bring me around your friends..
[ ]Give me a massage..
[ ]Drink kool-aid with me..
[ ]Take advantage of me..
[ ]Hangout with me...
[ ]Take care of me if I wasn't feeling good..
[ ]Hold hands with me..
[ ]Do something incredibly sweet for me..
[ ]tell me you love me

the extent of my sin

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 22:34:17 GMT

I am really intested in what happened to part 2 of "The extent of my sin" by Nikki. It has never been finished and its been almost 2 years! So far, its my fave fanfic ever and its really discourageing to see that I can't go any further with it. can someone tell me if it's been finished? (or maybe even finish it themselves!)
thanx

The Dark: Chapter Three

Thu, 28 Dec 2006 22:32:21 GMT

Title: The Dark
Username: scent_of_autumn
Rating NC-17
Summary: When nothing is as it seems, and love and freedom are denied… While a new kind of evil keeps the world under the horrors of its dominion, lives, dreams and hope shatter along blood stained ways… And Hermione Granger experiences it in the worst way possible.
Warnings: Angst, Violence
Genre: Drama
Author's Note: A big hug to Dacian_goddess who is betaing this story.

Forse non sarei
come sono adesso
forse non avrei
questa forza addosso
forse non saprei
neanche fare un passo
forse crollerei
scivolando in basso
invece tu sei qui
e mi hai dato tutto questo
e invece tu sei qui
mi hai rimesso al proprio posto
i più piccoli
pezzi della mia esistenza
componendoli
dando loro una coerenza

Max Pezzali – Il Mondo Insieme a Te

Maybe I wouldn’t be
Like I’m now
Maybe I wouldn’t be so strong
Maybe I wouldn’t be able
To take a step
Maybe I would collapse
Breaking down
But you are here
And you’ve given me all these things
But you are here
And you’ve put in place
The smallest
Pieces of my existence
Putting them together
Giving them a coherence

Max Pezzali – The World With You

The World With You

It was July; the N.E.W.T.s had come and gone for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco and all seventh year students at Hogwarts. They were now ready to begin a new life, one on the outside of the castle that had been their home for so long. Hermione Granger had gotten the highest scores of the entire school; Draco Malfoy’s and others’, including Harry’s, had been among the higher scores. Ron had had a few difficulties with his exams, and had been on the brink of failing. Ultimately, he had managed to scrape together a handful of N.E.W.T.s, earning himself a stern scolding from Hermione for the negligence he had demonstrated towards his studies during the past years.

The morning of Draco and Hermione’s wedding dawned warm and clear. The atmosphere at the Burrow, however, was highly charged – so agitated, it was bordering on chaotic. Every occupant of the house radiated nervousness and anxiety because of the impending nuptials.

Hermione Granger had been at the Burrow since the end of the school year, much as she had the previous two summers. At the end of her fifth year, Hermione’s parents had been found dead in their house, countless bruises and wounds marring their bodies, and terrified expressions on their faces. The autopsy had revealed that the Grangers had been tortured for hours before being murdered, but the coroner hadn’t concluded which object had been used to inflict pain upon the victims, nor had he been able to define the cause of the death with absolute certainty.

The police had investigated and followed every lead they had, but nothing yielded results. It appeared that the Grangers’ case would remain unsolved for the time being. The only thing the investigators were sure of was that the dentists had been involved in illicit trafficking; these activities were believed to be at the base of their brutal homicide.

But Dumbledore and the Order knew better than that. When news of the Grangers’ deaths had reached their ears, everyone had immediately understood that the police had been wrong. Hermione’s parents had been killed by Death Eaters; and by the description of the wounds and markings that had perplexed the doctors, there was no doubt that the murders had been commissioned by Voldemort.

Hermione’s desperation at the news was beyond words; she had wept bitter tears of pain and rage, and her cries of fury had been deafening. Those monsters had taken her parents away from her. Never again would she see their smiles, or hear their voices, or hug and kiss them. Her family was gone, and nothing, no one, could give back what she had lost. The tragedy of Hermione’s loss had been aggravated by the insulting insinuations of the police, which had besmirched the Grangers’ names. Sure, in the Wizarding world, everyone knew the truth; but in the Muggle world, where they had lived their whole lives, the Grangers had been made into common criminals, whom everyone was grateful to be rid of. It was as though they had been killed twice over.

Harry, Ron and Ginny had not left their friend alone for even a second; they helped Hermione to free herself from the coils of deep pain she had gotten caught in, giving her a reason to go on, to live her life as her parents would have surely wanted.

“Ginny, please, would you just stop touching me everywhere? The dress is all right!” an exasperated Hermione said for the tenth time, looking through the large mirror at the younger witch behind her.

“This is the best day of your life, and you’re telling me to stop making you the most beautiful young woman in the whole Wizarding world?” Ginny asked disappointedly, returning her friend’s gaze, hands planted firmly on her hips.

“It’s getting late, Gin; I should already be downstairs, in the garden,” Hermione replied in a serious tone.

“Come on Hermione,“ the redhead answered, “this isn’t some lesson you need to attend. Besides, the bride has to be late on her wedding day! After all, the two of you will have the rest of your lives to be together, making, oh well, you know what…”

“Ginny!” Hermione exclaimed, blushing slightly.

Smiling at Hermione’s reaction, the red-haired witch approached her, putting a simple garland on her head.

The young bride smiled back, while she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Yes, this would be the best day of her life; the day when she would give her soul to the man she loved with all her heart, and whom she would live the rest of her life with.

*****

Three hours later, the few guests who had been invited to the ceremony, were talking to one another in the garden outside the Burrow, where the wedding had taken place.

Even if the Weasleys hadn’t been that trilled at the prospect of Hermione marrying Draco, they hadn’t denied her the support she needed on the most important day of her life. They had loved her since the first day they had known her, and the last two years they had spent with the witch had increased the affection they all felt towards her. The Weasleys had become Hermione’s family after her parents’ deaths, and they had wanted to do everything in their power to make her feel at home and safe. When she had returned from Hogwarts after the N.E.W.T.s, informing Arthur and Molly about her plans to marry Draco, they had forced themselves not to allow the prejudice they felt towards the Malfoys ruin Hermione’s happiness. After all, the blond wizard had sworn his loyalty to Dumbledore, and he and Hermione had been a couple for a year. The Weasleys thought Draco had to love her as much as she loved him, to ask her to become his wife.

Getting Ron, Ginny, and the twins to see things the same way had been somewhat more difficult. But, in the end, Molly and Arthur had succeeded in convincing their children that marrying Draco was what Hermione wanted, and they couldn’t stand in her way, however genuine their intentions were. So, a small ceremony had been organized at the Burrow, and few people had been invited at the feast, as per Hermione’s and Draco’s requests; they wanted to do something simple with the people they were closer to, and only Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Zabini, Harry and the Weasleys had been present.

Hermione sat on the step outside the Burrow’s front door, a relaxed smile on her lips, and thousands of thoughts flittering through her mind. It had been the most joyous day she had had in a long time, and she still couldn’t believe she was now Draco’s wife. A warm breeze grazed her porcelain skin and brown hair; it made the silk white dress she wore tickle her shins, and caused her soft curls to caress the sides of her face.

“Hey, Hermione,” called a voice from next to her.

Turning her head, she smiled in greeting to the person who had spoken. “Hi, Harry.”

“How do you feel?” he asked, sitting next to her.

“Happy,” she answered simply, looking her friend in the eyes.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Harry said, “We won’t see one another as often as we used to, from now on.” His voice held a hint of sadness while he spoke, and his gaze went to Ron and Ginny, who were laughing at one of Fred and George’s jokes.

“I know; but I want to see a lot of you in the future, so don’t think you’ll get rid of me that easily,” Hermione replied, playfully hitting Harry on the elbow.

Her friend just bowed his head, replying in a softer tone, “Take care of yourself; and, if you have any problems, just come to me, and I’ll do anything in my power to help you.”

“I’ll be fine, Harry,” Hermione answered slowly. “Draco loves me; he will take care of me. You don’t have to worry about it.” She had understood what her friend was talking about, and she knew it was still difficult for him to accept the bond between her and Draco; but she was also sure that time would prove to everyone what a great person her husband really was.

The two friends embraced each other, relishing that moment of quiet and serenity. Harry only hoped with all his being that the negative presentiments he had were only be a product of his mind.

Well away from everyone else, Draco and Blaise were talking quietly, masking the weight of the words they were exchanging under the guise of a friendly conversation.

“How do you think the others will react at the news that their Master has a Muggle-born wife?” the black-haired wizard asked Draco, looking straight at his best friend. He had become a Death Eater the same day Draco had, and he had always supported every decision Draco had made, even the one to eliminate Voldemort to take his place. But Zabini had been disgusted at the news of that relationship, as well as by Draco’s marriage. Granger was just a worthless Mudblood; she may have been a decent shag, but she didn’t have the right to be the Dark Lord’s wife…she was worthless, dirt.

“They will say and do nothing; as you’ve just put it, I’m their Master, and I’ve the right to do whatever I want,” Draco answered, returning his best friend’s gaze. “After all, my followers will have the right to bed all the Mudblood sluts they want, after our victory. And what do you think our beloved Tom Riddle is, hmm? He’s half Muggle-born as well, and some have followed him all their lives. So no one will raise any questions of my marriage with Hermione. ”

Smiling maliciously, Blaise added, “How do you think Granger will react, once she discovers that her husband is, in fact, the darkest wizard of this world?”

“She will do absolutely nothing,” the blond answered slowly, emphasising each word. “She is mine now, body and soul, and I can assure you, I will let her go nowhere. She will have no other choice than to obey my orders.” Draco’s voice had become a deranged whisper on those last few words.

“If you put it that way, congratulations on your marriage, then,” Blaise retorted, not wanting further anger his best friend and future Lord. After all, why should he mind? Draco was the one who had to touch that filth and bear her presence night and day. Plus, the little Gryffindor was unknowingly giving Draco the ardour to follow his projects with more resolution and determination; seeing that he too would benefit from that influence with a higher place in Draco’s ranks, Blaise could only see that as a positive thing.

Nodding imperceptibly, Malfoy just said, “Remember this night.”

“You know I will,” Blaise replied with an evil smirk on his face, which contorted his features demonically.

*****

That evening, Draco sat in his study, in an ancient manor property of his family, where he and his wife would reside from then on. He was attentively perusing the Daily Prophet, fixing his gaze on every detail that might have seemed insignificant at first sight. The wizard was trying to find traces of a possible lead the Aurors were following to catch Voldemort; but there was nothing in the newspaper that could make him believe such a thing. That was good; it meant he still had a lot of time to perfectly organize his every move.

The light noise of a doorknob turning, made the young man raise his head from the desk, bringing a smiling Hermione into his line of sight.

“May I enter?” she asked softly.

“Of course you may,” he answered, gesturing for her to go to him.

The witch crossed the space separating her from her husband and, once she neared the wooden table, she spoke again, “What are you doing?”

“I’ve just finished reading the Prophet,” he said, taking hold of her hand with one of his, and grabbing her gently by the waist with the other. “Come here,” he whispered, pulling her on his lap.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before Hermione leaned into him, brushing his lips with hers. Draco responded to her gesture by cupping the sides of her face, pressing his mouth over hers firmly, yet gently all the same.

The young woman put her arms around his neck, parting her lips to give him more access, which her husband welcomed by slipping his tongue in her warm cavity, stroking her tongue slowly with his own, while his hands released her cheeks to rest on her soft breasts.

Hermione moaned imperceptibly in his mouth, taken by the sudden sensation of his fingers on her sensitive skin. As she grinded her hips against his instinctively, she felt something press on her lower abdomen. Excited by his hardness pressing against her, she broke the kiss with a breathless moan. “Draco…”

“I know,” was all he answered before rising from his seat, taking his wife in his arms. Then, he made his way towards the large sofa at the side of the room, laying her down slowly before settling atop her. Fixing her honey eyes with his grey ones, he started unfastening her white nightgown, while Hermione did the same with his green silk pyjamas. Although she had done it hundreds of times in the past, she couldn’t prevent her cheeks from blushing, giving her porcelain skin a rosy colour.

Noticing that detail, Draco leaned into her for another kiss, overpowered by the arousing sight of her flushed face: she was even more beautiful like that. This time however, the dance of their tongues wasn’t as delicate as it had been before; now they were kissing with passion and ardour, and the movements of their hands quickened as they tried to free each other from their clothes.

Suddenly, they were only in their underwear. Hermione started licking and nibbling on Draco’s chest while he slipped his hand under her knickers, massaging her where he knew she liked him to and applying the pressure and the rhythm that would make her see stars. His fingers grazed at the curls hiding her femininity, before going lower, avoiding her most sensitive spot purposely and teasing her, instead.

Hermione shivered. Draco’s touch never failed to make her feel like she was on fire, and his teasing ministrations had always been a powerful turn on. So, while placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his small nipples, collarbone, neck and earlobe, she whispered, “Please, Draco…”

He smiled triumphantly, satisfied by the way her body reacted to him, as though he was her world and universe. Complying with her wishes, the wizard started caressing her where she needed it most, moving his palm up and down again and again, until the copious moisture pouring from her let him know she was ready for him. But Draco didn’t want it to be over so soon; even though he was aching for her, he wanted to relish their first night as a married couple to the slightest detail.

Gently tugging on her knickers, he slid them slowly down her thighs and knees, before finally removing the small garment completely. After kissing her mouth again, Draco lowered his head slowly, teasing the warm skin of her upper body with his hot breath before burying his face in the wetness of her arousal. There, he licked and nibbled while his hands grasped her backside, giving him better access to her most secret place.

“Ohhh… Draco… more…” Hermione moaned breathlessly, thrusting her pelvis against the young man’s mouth, in an attempt to bring his tongue inside her aching centre.

Her husband needed no further encouragements. Tightening his grip on her, he complied with her demand, moving his tongue in and out of her, harder and faster every time. There was nothing he found more intimate and arousing than the smell and the taste of her delectable essence.

Hermione had now entangled her fingers in her husband silky hair, caressing the soft tresses the way she knew he found highly erotic. Her hips rose again and again, higher and more forcefully each time, burying Draco’s tongue even deeper inside her. Her eyes were closed, and her head turned restlessly from side to side, while the first tremors of her forceful orgasm hit her, making her scream the young man’s name over and over before her erratic breathing turned her cries into moans, and finally whispers.

Draco raised his head to look at her face contorting with the bliss he had been the first to give her; he liked that sight, too. Raising his body with level with hers, he whispered, “Kiss me.”

She didn’t need him to ask twice; licking his lips, still moist with her juices, she slipped her tongue in his mouth. He tasted of her essence, but she didn’t mind it. The mixed flavour of his saliva and her essence were the most exquisite thing she had ever tasted, and she could have kissed him again and again without stopping, if she hadn’t felt his hardness pressing heavily against her naked skin. Breaking their kiss, she looked at her husband questioningly, as though to ask if he wanted her to do something for him.

Draco’s eyes held a need and desperation she knew very well, and his voice was broken with lust as he said, “Take me in your mouth, Hermione.”

She simply nodded, while he freed himself form his pants, raising his body even further, until his erection was with level with her lips. The young woman could smell his musky odour, and could almost taste his salty, yet pleasing flavour, as she parted her swollen lips to take him fully into her mouth. She started sucking slowly and gently, as she knew Draco liked while her tongue moved up and down, savouring the hot feel of his shaft.

In the meantime, the wizard was thrusting his pelvis rhythmically, being careful to not gag her with his urgent movements. Then, as he felt himself stiffen even more, he managed to say, in a soft groan, “Ahhh… Hermione, s-stop…”

She did. Looking at her husband with eyes still darkened by the burning need that the feel of him had awakened in her belly, she simply said, “Make love to me, Draco.”

Removing her bra, the only garment hiding her beautiful breasts from his eager sight, Draco lowered his head, until it was with level with one of her nipples. Taking it between his teeth, he nibbled at it lightly, applying the pressure he knew Hermione liked best. His next move was to position himself at her still wet entrance, while releasing her swollen flesh from his mouth in order to make eye contact with her. Their gazes locked for an endless moment, before Draco thrust his hips against hers forcefully, entering her in one stroke and causing the young woman’s head to fall back as the intense pleasure hit her.

Draco encircled Hermione’s back and waist with his strong arms, while she grasped his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. Then the wizard started moving, his rhythm already fast and hard, so great was the ache caused by the need to bury himself deep inside her.

Hermione brought both legs up around Draco’s hips, changing the angle of his strokes in an attempt to take more of him inside her small body. Her pelvis moved against his, harder with his every thrust while her mouth fell open, letting her moans fill the room, to her husband’s satisfaction.

Hearing her reaction to what he was doing to her, the young man disentangled himself from her completely, before powerfully thrusting into her once again, hitting a spot which made her pleasure increase greatly. Her eyes opened instantly with the strong sensation, searching Draco’s own. When their eyes met, Draco lowered his head, until they could both feel the other’s breath on their skin. He then continued moving strongly within her, going deeper and deeper, harder and harder, until he felt Hermione reach the apex of her arousal. As the power of her orgasm triggered his own, Draco bit his lower lip, shuddering with his release; even now, he was moving faster still, in an attempt to free himself from the pressure of her muscles imprisoning his cock. Only when every drop of his seed had spurted in her womb, did the wizard stop moving, falling on her upper body gently, as he tried not to crash her with his weight.

“I love you,” Hermione whispered in his ear. Draco’s arms rested around her protectively, while her hands stroked his hair and shoulders slowly.

“Me too,” he whispered back, tightening his hold on her.

*****

The moon shone over the Malfoys’ new manor home, piercing the darkness of the warm night with its dim light. All around, the countryside was silent and deserted.

Between the walls of the ancient construction, Draco was talking to six Death Eaters; his voice was gloomy, and his eyes were colder than ever. “Just four months. Then our beloved Lord will be done for, along with the rest of the scum in the Wizarding world”.

Draco had added a sleeping potion to the glass of milk Hermione usually drank before going to bed. He had then summoned the others in his study, sure that his wife wouldn’t notice a thing.

“How do you think we should act until then, Sir?” Alecto asked in a respectful voice.

“Just as we have during these past years; we will let him believe he’s still the one and obey his every command with no arguments,” Draco answered flatly.

“But what if he wants us to do something which could endanger our covers?” Gibbon intervened, worried they could all end up in Azkaban, as the others had.

“Don’t worry about that,” Malfoy said, smirking. “I will personally guarantee your safety during the attacks, should a dangerous situation occur.”

“Yes, Sir,” Gibbon answered curtly, bowing his head respectfully.

“So, have all the phases and details of the plan been defined?” inquired Avery from next to Gibbon.

“Yes, they have,” Draco said, putting his hands under his chin and looking straight to the one who had spoken. Then, directing his gaze to the other eight men, he concluded “You can go now. And remember: not a move until I say so. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” they answered in unison, before Disapparating form the manor.

Blaise looked at his friend for an instant, smiling maliciously at him in approval and victory. He then followed the other Death Eaters, vanishing before Draco’s evil eyes. Left alone in his study, the blond wizard breathed deeply, relishing in advance the power and the strength he would soon have.

The Dark

Tue, 19 Dec 2006 20:59:45 GMT

Title: The Dark
Username: scent_of_autumn
Rating NC-17
Summary: When nothing is as it seems, and love and freedom are denied… While a new kind of evil keeps the world under the horrors of its dominion, lives, dreams and hope shatter along blood stained ways… And Hermione Granger experiences it in the worst way possible.
Warnings: Angst, Violence
Genre: Drama
Author's Note:I want to say thanks to Dacian_goddess, who has betaed this chapter.

Sono ancora qui
per dirti cosa per dirti scusami
ma comprendimi
siamo sempre noi
sospesi ognuno sul proprio oceano
quando è gelido
ma adesso è presto se tu te ne vai

Daniele Groff – Sei un Miracolo

I’ m still here
To say that I am sorry
But try to understand
We are always the same
Both of us suspended on our own ocean
When it is icy
But now it’s too soon if you go away

Daniele Groff – You’re a Miracle

Our Icy Ocean

The day after, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione sat under one of the countless trees in the garden, right outside the Entrance Hall. The lessons had finished half an hour before, and the four of them had decided to spend a little time together, seeing that lately they hadn’t seen one another as often as they used to. In fact, with Harry and Ron’s Quidditch training, and with Hermione’s relationship with Draco, it had become difficult to find all the time they wanted to talk, or simply to study together in the Common Room, before dinner.

“What does Trelawney want from us?” a disappointed Ron asked Harry. Even if he had been following Divinations lessons since his first year, he still didn’t understand half of the things she said.

“She wants us to catch the signs all around us,” Harry answered, imitating his teacher’s tone of voice and gestures.

“Okay; but what does it mean?” the red-head didn’t manage to understand what the precise essay assigned for next week required. Truth be told, in other circumstances, he wouldn’t have cared about such a thing; but, seeing that the N.E.W.T.’s would come in less that a month, he was practically compelled to do his best, so that he’d at least have acceptable grades.

“Oh, Merlin, Ronald!” Hermione intervened from beside Ginny. “She has simply asked you to observe the space surrounding you, and to try and catch all the signs that could be divined,” she continued then, putting emphasis on certain words.

“Oh,” he murmured in a pensive tone, “like Snape not taking points from Gryffindor, I guess…”

The other three looked at one another with amused expressions on their faces, before Harry spoke, supporting his friend’s affirmation. “For example…”

“Anyway I have never understood why you guys have attended Trelawney’s class for so long,” Hermione said, looking at both her best friends. “The whole subject is useless; Divinations is woolly at best, and you’d be better off focusing your energies on something that would help you pass your N.E.W.T.’s,” she concluded with the tone she reserved for talks about school and exams.

“Oh, well,” Harry started. “At least it’s funny. You should see her face when she explains all those absurd things, with her dramatic movements… priceless!” he exclaimed at last with a shining smile on his lips.

Rolling her eyes in resignation, the brunette thought that her two best friends would never change… Fortunately, she had chosen to quit that class, or else she would have become hysteric in cooped up in the same room as Trelawney, surrounded by shallow students.

At that moment, a new voice joined the others’, making the four adolescents turn towards the origin of the sound. “Hermione…”

When the young woman raised her gaze, she came face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy. A thick silence fell over them, while four pairs of eyes fixed on the blond wizard.

“I need to talk to you,” he continued, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Ginny, who had remained silent for a while, glared at Malfoy icily, while Ron simply focused on anything but the young man standing a few steps from him; Harry scanned him from head to toe with an unreadable expression. Even if their friend and Malfoy had already been together for a year, ,none of them had yet become accustomed to his constant presence, each of them for different reasons: the younger witch, because she didn’t like Draco’s attitude towards Hermione; Ron, because he thought his best friend deserved better than a Death Eater’s son. And Harry, because, even if Malfoy had explicitly declared his loyalty to the light’s side by trying to befriend him, he had never completely trusted him; he didn’t know why, he just felt that there was something wrong with that whole story. However, despite the countless doubts, Harry had never dared to warn Hermione about his feelings… It seemed she was happy with Malfoy, and he didn’t want to ruin the joy emanating from every fibre of his friend’s being.

“Oh… Okay…” Hermione answered, rising to her feet. “I’ll come back in a minute,” she added, looking at her friends and nodding almost imperceptibly to Ginny, as if to let her know it was all right. Then, she started walking with the blond wizard.

*****

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked slowly, looking at him.

Stopping a few yards away from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he fixed his gaze on her, saying simply, “I’m sorry… It won’t happen again.”

Lowering the gaze on the ground, Hermione answered “What? Saying things to me when you’re not in the mood, or treating me like a slut when you feel like doing it?”

Malfoy swallowed hard. He knew Hermione was right, and that he hadn’t exactly been a gentleman at all times, but he would no longer behave as he had done the day before. “Both,” he said simply, grabbing the girl by the shoulders, and compelling her to look him in the eyes.

“Draco, you can’t expect me to believe you, after a whole year,” she said, sounding almost resigned, and freeing herself from his grip. “I thought I knew you, and it feels like I do when we’re walking along the gardens, or when we talk; but all of a sudden, you act like you used to do in the past. And then, yesterday, you just had sex with me… we didn’t make love, we just…”, but she wasn’t able to finish the sentence. “And then,” she tried again, “you became irritated when I touched you, like I was a common tart you wanted to get rid of afterwards.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to feel that way; I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you; it’s just that I… you…”

“I’m a Mudblood,” the witch finished for him.

“What?” he almost yelped, reacting to her words. “Hermione, how could you say that? You can’t really think that… I would never… I…” the boy felt as if she had slapped him in the face with that statement.

“You what, Draco?” she spat in a broken voice. At that point, she had started thinking of all the possibilities; and the first that had crossed her mind, had been that her boyfriend could still be disgusted by her, because of her origins. “We’ve been a couple since last year, you say that you love me, you kiss and hold me… you make love to me, and yet you still think I am nothing more and nothing less than a filthy Mudblood!” Now her eyes had started watering; it hurt her to think that he could still see her as an inferior, after all the moments they’d shared.

“I… I don’t think those things anymore,” he answered solemnly. “Not about you”. Then, he encircled her waist with his strong arms, pulling her thin body against his. “I’m sorry… I really am. But you have to believe me; I truly love you, and I would never despise you because you’re a Muggleborn… I won’t act like yesterday ever again, nor will I be harsh to you. I know I don’t have any justifications for my actions; it’s just that I’ve had a lot of bad days, and… please, Hermione, I… forgive me” he whispered at last, not knowing what else he could say.

After a few seconds, the young woman returned the embrace, burying her face in his toned chest. She really wanted to believe him; she really wanted to forgive him, and she tried to understand how difficult it must have been for Draco to show his feelings towards her that openly, when he had never shown anything but arrogance, egoism, and presumption in front of everyone. He had grown up in a world where racist feelings were easier to deal with than friendship and love towards those who didn’t completely belong in the Wizarding World. He had not even shown kindness towards people who, in contrast, were as pure-blooded as he was.

Cupping the sides of Hermione’s face with his hands, the boy pierced her golden eyes with his grey ones. Then, slowly leaning towards her, he kissed her lips gently, teasing her for what seemed an endless moment, until she opened her mouth, slipping her tongue past Draco’s lips. They kissed each other passionately, yet tenderly, while the wizard guided their slow, intense rhythm, wanting to show to the girl in his arms the depth of his feelings for her.

When they parted, the adolescents were breathing heavily from that lengthy, unhurried dance of their tongues. Removing his arms from her waist, Malfoy took her hands in his. Then, looking at her with that piercing gaze of his, he asked in a voice broken by insecurity.“Will you marry me, Hermione Jane Granger?”

She gasped. She hadn’t expected him to propose to her that soon; truth to be told, the girl hadn’t expected him to propose at all. “Draco, I,” she started breathlessly.

“Just say yes,” he interrupted, tightening his hold on her small hands.

Smiling softly, she just answered, “yes”. Then, she embraced him again, while his arms went around her shoulders and hips, clasping her body to his with all the strength he possessed. In that moment, Hermione was sure that it would be all right; and that from that time onwards, her life would be as perfect as she had always imagined it, with the man she loved, and who loved her as strongly as she did.

It was almost done; in a little more time, Draco would have both the woman he loved, and the power he had always craved for. He would become the leader of the Wizarding World, and no one would ever dare to put himself in his way. And, once he became the new Dark Lord, it wouldn’t matter that he had chosen a Muggleborn to be his wife; because he would have the right to have the woman he wanted at his side. No one would say a single word about it… After all, how could they? Hermione was the most beautiful witch he had ever set eyes on, and anyone could see it clear as day. His Death Eaters would not blame their Lord for choosing such a beauty as his wife, even if she wasn’t a Pureblood. It would all be perfect, and no one would ruin the great plans he had in mind for his and Hermione’s future.

*****

That evening, Draco was making his way to the Slytherin Common Room, crossing the dark corridors of the Dungeons. His heart was brimming with pride and satisfaction. The dim light of the torches fixed on the stoned walls, cast frightful shadows on the boy’s features, as if to make all the more evident the flow of evil thoughts Draco was mulling in his head.

“Draco!” a serious voice called from behind, all of a sudden.

The young man didn’t need to turn towards the origin of the sound to know who had spoken; he knew that voice quite well. “Yes?” he asked, stopping, and directing his eyes on the person behind him.

“We need to talk,” was the only forthcoming answer, as the figure slowly approached the boy.

“Oh, okay then. What is it?” the young Slytherin inquired, not understanding why his Professor needed to talk to him.

“Not here, boy; in my office.” With that, Severus Snape made his way to his office, closely followed by his godson.

Once they entered the dark chamber, the man locked the door behind him, going straight to the armchair behind his desk. “Sit, Draco,” he uttered quietly, taking his usual seat.

Malfoy did as his teacher had instructed, looking into Snape’s black eyes with his grey ones. The air in the office was colder than the rest of the castle and, although it was the end of April, he wasn’t surprised of it; that room, for some unknown reason, had always been the coldest among the Hogwarts’ walls. The gloomy furniture adorning the office added to the chilling atmosphere of the room.

Student and professor kept eye contact for a while, without uttering a single word, until Draco spoke. “What’s the matter, Severus?”

Crossing his hands under the chin, the Professor answered. “The problem is that school will end in a month, and I fear the Death Eaters could attack you once out of here, boy”.

“Me?” he said in the most unaware tone he could manage to use.

“Yes, Draco,you!”

“And what makes you think that?”

“The simple fact, that you’ve sworn loyalty to the Order of the Phoenix; even if you’re not an active member, and you don’t even know the location of its Headquarters. I don’t think the Dark Lord has reacted positively to your decision to betray your family’s tradition of joining his ranks.”

The boy composed himself, suppressing the amused smile that fought to take its place on his lips. Foolish Severus; did he really think that Riddle wanted to get rid of him? As things stood, the contrary was true. “I don’t think you should worry about it. I’m a Malfoy; no one will dare raise a wand on me.”

“Maybe you don’t understand, Draco.” Snape continued looking at the young man in front of him with a more serious expression. “You were supposed to be one of them; that was your destiny. Your father himself has taken the Mark. The fact that you’ve so eloquently refused to do the same, could have caused scorn and rancour against you; you shouldn’t take this possibility that lightly. Even though you’re safe here, things could be very different outside.”

“I don’t underestimate the situation. I’m just sure that nothing will happen to me. After all, the Malfoy properties are as impregnable as the school is; and I’m able to use almost every hex and curse known to the Wizarding World. So stop worrying, Severus. I’ll be fine.”

Lowering his gaze to the desk in front of him, Snape retorted in a low tone, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I thought it would be better if you knew my feelings about this.”

“I know; but nothing will happen,” Draco replied, with the kind of innocent tone that could have fooled Merlin himself.

Piercing the boy’s gaze with his own, the Potions Master continued, “The Order and I will do what is possible to discover Voldemort’s hide-out; and I can assure you, all this will soon be merely an unpleasant memory.”

“I’m sure of it, as well,” Draco uttered in a firm tone; he was thinking that the memory would certainly be unpleasant, if not for the reasons his godfather thought. “Oh, and by the way, I’m marrying Hermione,” Draco said at last.

His teacher raised an eyebrow questioningly, while slowly gazing at his godson from head to toe. “Marrying... Miss Granger? Indeed?” It was well-known that he had never liked Potter and his bratty friends, and the girl was the most insufferable of the three. So, when his godson had revealed to him that he had fallen in love with her, the Professor had been startled by the news, wondering if young Malfoy had completely lost his mind. It was no secret that the boy had always loathed the Muggleborn witch, so Draco’s sentiments had come as a total shock to him. However, Snape hadn’t let that detail bother him too much; Draco had chosen a different path from the one his father’s, and that was all that mattered.

“You seem quite surprised,” Malfoy noted. “And yet, you had to know it would happen one day.”

“Yes, boy, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon. I mean, the two of you are still too young”.

“But we know what we want; and we want to be together.”

“I see…” Snape whispered, with a strange sneer on his face. Then, he added, “Well, congratulations, Draco. I don’t want to take up more of your time, so you’re free to go. Just remember to be careful.”

Nodding, the young man rose from his seat, and exited the study, leaving a pensive Snape alone in his office. It was clear as day that the situation had Snape really worried. Malfoy smirked at that thought. Stupid Severus; was he naïve enough to think that Draco had renounced his birthright, just because he had understood how terribly wrong Voldemort’s actions were, after his father’s imprisonment... Draco had become a Death Eater the summer between his Fourth and Fifth Year; since his first day of service, he had been completely taken, by all that power, and by all the fear a simple name could induce in every single person.

He wouldn’t have given up such a chance, just to join the losing light side. Good was powerful, but evil had no rival, and soon everyone would witness the truth behind that concept. Yes, Draco had been disappointed that his godfather had betrayed all their ideals, but it hadn’t been a great deal… These days, Severus had stopped attending Death Eater meetings, hiding under the excuse that Dumbledore needed him to keep an eye on Draco, and more importantly on Potter. Voldemort had believed him, confident in the knowledge that his servant remained at the school for the sole purpose of keeping an eye on Potter.

But Draco knew better than that. He knew that Snape was just a filthy traitor, someone who deserved to be punished with death for his behaviour. He hadn’t wasted a single moment to inform his colleagues of that fact, when he had started planning Voldemort’s downfall.

He had played his cards well, pretending to be someone he wasn’t, and fooling the entire school. Not even Dumbledore had suspected anything, and now he wouldn’t wait too long before launching his final attack against the Wizarding World. The day before, when he had been summoned, it had been all the more palpable, that Tom Riddle no longer was the leader he had been.

A malicious smirk crossed Draco’s handsome features… Just a little longer, until the end.

*****

The Gryffindor Common Room was quite crowded; after dinner, all the students had decided to remain there for a while, before going to bed. The atmosphere was joyful; even if they’d have to attend lessons again the next day all that mattered for the moment was relaxing on the couches or armchairs in the room. Only, for four people, that lazy, pleasant ambiance was about to change.

After Draco had proposed, Hermione had come back to her friends with a dreamy expression on her features, her eyes bright, and her lips curved in a happy smile. When the other three had asked her why she was so content, the brunette witch had simply answered that she would explain everything in the Common Room, after dinner. Truth be told, they hadn’t been that satisfied with that answer; all three were really curious to know what had happened to Hermione, for her to act as though she had just achieved the highest N.E.W.T. scores in Hogwarts history. Still, they had tried to be patient, not wanting to ruin the visibly perfect moment she was caught up in.

“I have something to say,” Hermione started a bit nervously, from her place in a corner of the room, where she was seated with her three friends. “He’s asked me to become his wife,” she whispered, biting her lower lip anxiously.

Ron swallowed hard. “W-whom are you talking about?” he asked, visibly shocked by the news.

“Oh, Ronald, Draco; who else it could be?” Hermione answered excitedly.

“A-are you joking?” Ginny intervened, fixing her blue eyes on her friend’s golden ones.

“What? No! Do you remember when we were in the garden, and Draco approached me, saying that he wanted to talk?” she started explaining. “Well, he asked if I wanted to marry him!”

“And what did you answer?” Ron questioned, trying to hide his horrified expression.

“I said yes,” Hermione said simply, as though it was the most natural and obvious answer in the entire world.

The other three looked at one another for a few seconds, before Ginny whispered, “Oh, well, congratulations,” in a none-too-convinced tone.

“Yes, congratulations,” Ron hurried to say, not to make his disappointment too obvious. He and his friends knew perfectly well that the time would come, when the Ferret would propose to Hermione; even that awareness hadn’t made the reality of it more acceptable.

“Err, Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?” Harry spoke, for the first time since his friend had shared the news.

“Sure!” she exclaimed. “What is it?”

“I would like to talk to you in private,” he answered.

“I think Ron and I will go and get some sleep.” Ginny hurried to say, sensing Harry’s intentions, and grabbing her brother by the arm.

“Oh, sure,” Ron added. “See you tomorrow.” The two Weasleys moved away from their friends.

“Is there something wrong?” Hermione asked in a low tone, understanding that something must have been bothering Harry and the others. She had noticed the strange expressions on their faces when she had announced the news, even if she hadn’t said anything about it.

“Well yes, I mean not, I mean,” the young man blabbed.

“Harry,” she said. “I will listen to you. What is it that worries you? Is it because of Draco and me?”

Taking a deep breath, he answered, “Yes; but don’t take it the wrong way. It’s just that I think you should wait before taking such an important step; I mean, you’ve been together for only a year. You can’t be sure you’re ready to spend the rest of your lives one with each other.”

“But we are, Harry,” Hermione said quietly. “We love each other, and you know it”.

“Yes; I’m just really worried for you. I, I don’t know if he is the right guy for you. I don’t know why, but I don’t trust him entirely.” Harry then added, “Don’t be mad at me; you know you’re like a sister to me, and I want the best for you.”

Taking Harry’s hands in hers, Hermione replied, “I’m not angry; and I understand how you, the three of you, feel about Draco. But you really have to trust me; he is a wonderful person. He’s just lived differently from how we have; and… just give him a chance, please, Harry; it would mean the world to me.”

The young man looked at his best friend, an indecipherable expression in his eyes, before answering, “Of course, Hermione; of course.”

Hermione merely smiled, relieved that he had accepted the situation. She didn’t realize that Harry wasn’t nearly as convinced as he had led her to believe. Deep inside, he couldn’t help the feeling that something was missing in that story. As if all the show Malfoy had put on was nothing but a big lie. Sure, Hermione blindly believed in Draco; but Harry couldn’t prevent the suspicion washing over him in powerful waves, every time he saw the Ferret’s face. Harry didn’t want to become paranoid, however; nor did he want to ruin what seemed to be the best day of his friend’s life.

Hello!

Sat, 02 Dec 2006 03:58:29 GMT

Hi, I'm Shona and I love Dramione. I'm new here though.
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Just thought I'd say hi. ;)

D/H Images

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 21:26:22 GMT

I've found some images on the wonderful couple Draco/Hermione on the web, and I've thought of posting them here.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY.

The Dark

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 17:50:52 GMT

Chapter One Reedited!!!

Title: The Dark
Username: scent_of_autumn
Rating NC-17
Summary: When nothing is as it seems, and love and freedom are denied… While a new kind of evil keeps the world under the horrors of its dominion, lives, dreams and hope shatter along blood stained ways… And Hermione Granger experiences it in the worst way possible.
Warnings: Angst, Violence
Genre: Drama
Author's Note: First of all I have to say thanks to my splendid beta alexandramuses, who is betaing this story.
Then I want to give a kiss to chavelaprincess, my splendid friend

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the Sahara
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the Sahara

Anggun – Snow on the Sahara

The Sun That Blinds Your Eyes

Hermione sat on the low wall of the most deserted atrium of Hogwarts. No one ever went there, seeing that it was quite distant from the crowded corridors of the school, and from the well-manicured gardens on the other side of the castle. But that was exactly the reason why she liked the place so much: there weren’t annoying students surrounding her, there wasn’t that deafening cacophony of voices which prevented her from having the quiet she needed after a whole day spent behind a desk… There was only her, the stoned wall, and the open space surrounding her body and enveloping her soul.

Even if all the plants had been almost ruined by negligence, and the ground had almost totally become a carpet of dead leaves, this little spot of sweet emptiness and solitude was the most perfect place in the whole school. Hermione had to admit that she was happy that no one else had never noticed the beauty hidden behind the sad spectacle the old and decadent trees offered there, or else she wouldn’t have had the courtyard all for herself… It was so peaceful to sit on the cold and yet smooth stone and feel the light breeze grazing her skin like a soft caress while her mind emptied from all the thoughts and the worries the essays for the day after always gave her.

The girl was sitting on the wall with her hands underneath her, eyes closed and an almost invisible smile printed on her lips, when an arm grabbed her from behind, making all the thoughts piercing her mind vanish. In an instant, the slight curve on her lips into a real smile.

“Good evening,” the other person whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek lightly.

“Evening,” Hermione answered, opening her eyes and turning her head to print a chaste kiss on the lips of the young man behind her.

“No library after lessons?” he asked, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.

“No…” she answered in a low tone. “Not today." Then she turned her head to the landscape in front of her.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” the wizard asked, removing his arm and sitting on the wall as well.

“Nothing…” she said, smiling, looking at him again. “It’s just that I needed to stay alone for a while… you know it’s the first place I come to when I want to think."

“But you seem sad,” he stated.

Biting her lips, Hermione continued, “It’s because of him… and the war all round us… I’m afraid something terrible could happen…”

“Nothing bad will happen, you’ll see." And with that, he took the girl in his arms, kissing the top of her head tenderly.

She responded to that gesture by embracing the young man as well and raising her eyes to look at him. Then she leaned towards him, licking his mouth before slipping her tongue in the warmth of that cavity.

The other tightened his grip on her, kissing the witch back with ardour and passion, battling with her tongue forcefully and sucking intensively at it, trying to take her breath away.

The kiss grew and grew, and suddenly the touch of their tongues wasn't enough to satisfy the intense need they both felt burning their insides.

“We should go somewhere else…” the wizard whispered, his voice broken by lust while he disentangled his mouth from hers.

Nodding, Hermione took hold of his hand and, descending the low wall, she guided him to their secret place.

*****

The Room of Requirement was already prepared for the couple when they entered there. None of them knew who had thought about the bed, the sheets and the pillows, but they didn’t care: they were too overpowered by the lust they felt for each other to wonder about such an insignificant thing.

Without any warning, the boy grasped the young woman’s waist almost roughly, making her turn towards him, before attacking her mouth with his own, just as she had done minutes earlier. Then, without giving Hermione the time to embrace him back, or to respond to the possessive touch of his tongue, he tore her robes apart, tossing them aside impatiently.

The witch tried to put her hands on his chest, to make him know that he could go slowly, because they had all the time they needed to make love; but the boy grasped her wrists with one hand while the other continued to tear her clothes, pressing his hips forcefully against her, so as to make her know that, indeed, there was really no time to waste in futile foreplay. So, lifting her thin body, he carried the girl to the bed, pinning her on the soft mattress roughly, before falling atop of her heavily.

Hermione emitted a low noise of pain and managed to say between erratic breaths, “Draco…”

But the blond wizard hushed her by slipping his tongue past her parted lips, capturing the words she wanted to say in a deep, possessive kiss.

This time the witch succeeded in embracing him and, responding to his demanding ministrations, she moved her tongue in rhythm with his, trying unsuccessfully to make the possessed dance of their organs more gentle.

With a flick of the wand he had in his cloak, Draco divested himself completely, getting pleasure as he rubbed his pelvis against the young woman. Then, he took off her bra and knickers as well and, without preparation, he plunged into her only half-wet entrance. Hot tears slid down Hermione’s face.

The boy remained motionless for a few seconds, his hands rested on the sides of the pillow while he kissed the girl and relished the beautiful sensation of being finally inside her. Then he moved his lips away from hers and, looking straight at her eyes, started moving with an almost animalistic force, groaning in bliss while she closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the love she felt for him, and on the pleasure hidden behind the pain his impatient movements were causing her.

Draco noticed the expression on her face and, wanting nothing more than for her to come with him, started pleasuring her in that most sensitive spot he knew that women had. And when Malfoy’s fingers made the desire build powerfully in Hermione’s belly, a series of soft moans escaped her lips as she raised her hips to match his brutal thrusts.

The wizard smiled at the sight of her face contorted by bliss and, with a few more shoves, he emptied himself into her small body, moaning louder as they came together. Then, with a last look at the young woman under him, he disengaged from her, rolling to one side. His head rested on the soft pillow under him while he tried to catch his breath after that intense activity.

Hermione turned her head to look at the boy next to her, her cheeks still wet from her tears, an exhausted expression on her features. He wasn’t gazing at her; so, putting one palm on his sweaty chest, she called softly, “Draco…”

But, taking her hand off him, he said, more harshly than he intended, “You know I don’t like being touched after…” He looked at her severely.

Turning her head on the other side, Hermione enveloped her body in one of the sheets and rose from the bed, reaching for her torn cloak; then she took hold of her wand and, pointing it on the clothes on the ground, she murmured a soft “Reparo." She dressed herself slowly, still sore.

“Where are you going?” Draco asked, when he noticed she was about to leave.

“I need a bath… and I need to sleep as well,” was her flat answer.

Rising to his feet, the blond wizard approached her and, gathering her in his arms, he whispered, “You know I love you… there’s no need to be so cold."

Hermione could smell the mixed odours of their scents and his own fragrance on his still-nude body as he held her against him. Closing her eyes for the second time that evening, she tried to not concentrate on that detail, pushing him away from her. “There was no need to make love to me that way, Draco! What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m sorry,” he hurried to say, taking her chin in his hand. “You know how much I want you… I wasn't able to control myself this time…”

“OK then,” she replied dryly. “So I guess you won’t blame me if I felt used… if I still feel used”.

“Well,” the boy spat with a sneer of disgust on his face, “if you want to act like a victim, you’re free to go … but remember that you wanted it as much as I did." And with that he turned on his heel, collecting his robes from the bed.

Hermione just shook her head in resignation and sadness before making her way out of the room. It was always that way: he seemed to be gentle and thoughtful, but then something she didn’t understand happened, and he just treated her as though she was nothing, as though he couldn’t stand her, as though he hated her and all he wanted was to free himself from her presence. And this time had been the worst: he had acted like she was a common slut, becoming annoyed when she had tried to touch him afterwards. He did say he loved her, and Hermione really believed him… After all, he spent whole days at her side, and he was so delicate when he hugged or kissed her… But there were moments like the one they had shared a few minutes before, when she wondered if his words were as true as he swore they were… Why did he have to act that way? Why did he have to be so rude, and this time, why so rough? She would have never denied herself to him, she loved him, and he knew it. So, why had he done it? Hermione didn’t understand what got into Draco in certain moments, and it scared her, because she feared that all her confidence in them was only a fleeting chimera, which could be swept away by the first puff of wind.

*****

“Hermione, I was waiting for you…” Ginny started once her friend had entered the portrait-hole. But, when she saw Hermione's damp face, she asked, concerned, “What happened to you?”

Shaking her head, Hermione simply answered “I just need a rest… I’m tired." And with that she started making her way towards the dormitories, grateful that it was dinner time and no one else had been in the Common Room.

But Ginny had no intentions of letting Hermione go; so, rising from the couch, she grabbed her arm. “It was him, wasn’t it?” After the story with Draco had started almost a year before, Hermione had always confided everything to her best friend and, when sometimes the boy had his strange moments, or acted differently towards her from how he used to, she hadn’t been able to keep to herself the doubts and insecurities piercing her soul in those instants, and she had needed to vent her frustrations by telling what it was that afflicted her.

Hermione turned her head towards the red-haired girl without uttering a word.

“It was him,” Ginny repeated, seeing the empty expression her friend’s eyes held.

“I don’t feel like talking about it at the moment,” the other said in a low tone, freeing herself gently from the grip.

“What did he say to you this time?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Nothing he hasn't said already,” Hermione lied, not wanting to tell her friend what had really happened between the two of them only minutes before.

“You know, Herm… You shouldn’t let him treat you this way… You deserve better than that.”

“Oh, Gin… it’s just that he is how he is, and I can do nothing to change it… nobody can, and…”

“But Draco hurts you,” Ginny interrupted. “And it seems he doesn’t care that much, given how often it happens… maybe he doesn’t love you as he says he does…”

“It isn’t true,” Hermione replied quickly. “He proves what he feels for me every day… it’s just that…”

“Malferret remains as bastard as always,” the other concluded, folding her arms on her chest.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione looked at her friend for a long moment. “I don’t know what to do with him… I try to speak to him, but he becomes irritated and we end up arguing,” she explained calmly. “And yes, I’m afraid that things could get worse, and that… I really don’t know,” she added at last, resigned, putting a hand on her forehead.

They remained silent for a few minutes, then Ginny spoke again. “Maybe you should eat something… you’ll feel better after."

“I don’t think I'll come to dinner,” was her tired answer. “I just need to sleep”.

“Okay then… See you tomorrow." And with that the younger witch hugged her friend briefly, but intensely. But, before Hermione could ascend the first step of the flight of stairs on the other side of the room, she called, “Hey, Herm… take care of yourself.”

The other simply smiled, understanding the girl's concern, but she was sure that the day after would be better… after all there had been countless days after during the last year, even if the one coming would be first of its kind.

*****

Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table that evening. He was looking in the direction of the Gryffindors to see if Hermione was there… but she wasn’t. He could only see cretins Potter and Weasel talking to each other, and the Weaselette laughing because of the idiocies they were surely saying… but his Hermione was nowhere to be seen.

The boy had gone too far with her this time, and he knew it… He had never entered the girl so brutally in the past, nor had he ever ignored the pain she felt when his body stretched her tender flesh… He tried to be gentle, he tried to be the perfect boyfriend, which was what he wanted to be, but it was hard sometimes. And this time it had been worse, and he had gone far beyond just being harsh with her… He hadn’t been able to control the rage hitting him when his forearm had burnt. It had been two years now since he became a Death Eater and, when the mark on his flesh reminded him of its presence, the wizard couldn’t help feeling angry and frustrated deep inside.

But it wasn't because he didn't want to be a Death Eater; rather it was because Voldemort had started annoying them all with his paranoiac calls, talking about suicide attacks and battles, and making them risk their freedom and lives with every move he ordered them to do… like the episode at the Ministry of Magic almost two years before. Fortunately, Draco’s presence hadn’t been requested that night, or else he would have surely ended in Azkaban along with his father and his other companions.

After that event, things had started going even more badly for the Death Eaters: Voldemort had become obsessed with the thought of taking over the wizarding world. The Dark Lord gradually slipped further and further into his own private delirium, pronouncing incoherent phrases and ordering his followers to commit murder after senseless murder, of wizard and Muggle alike. At the beginning, even if perplexed, they had done as their Lord wanted them to, torturing and then killing every person they had to free the world from. But, after six months of that routine, the first silent insurrections had started, and all the Death Eaters had agreed that Voldemort’s time of glory had already passed. They had decided it was time to put an end to his insane methods… It was right to tear the Muggles’ lives away from their filthy bodies; it was right to break the Ministry of Magic down and destroy every last shred of their political importance in the wizarding community, but it was terribly wrong and bordering on insane to guide a powerful army of Death Eaters to a sure arrest and death….

Draco had understood that truth before the others and so had become the first to unite his colleagues around him, talking, explaining and planning. At first, he had been reluctant about making the first move, unsure of the reactions his companions would have at his convictions that Voldemort had to be stopped and eliminated. But his insecurities had vanished once the subject had been brought to the surface… The young Malfoy wasn’t the only one who thought the situation needed a drastic change and, when he had laid forth his ideas about how to make the Dark Lord fall, everyone had been on his side, supporting his theories. Soon, Draco had gained the full respect of all the Death Eaters, thus creating the basis necessary to take Riddle’s place once he had disappeared from the face of the earth. Draco had always had a fondness for power, and he had immediately seen the situation for what it was: an opportunity to take what he had always wanted, namely, the entire world at his feet… He had worked hard during the last year, and now all that remained was to sort out some details, and then he would become the indisputable Lord of the whole wizarding world; he would get rid of all those filthy Mudbloods, and he would end Potter’s life too.

But Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix had never stopped searching for Voldemort and were trying to stop the Death Eaters as well, so Draco had thought it would be better pretending to be on the good side, forming an alliance with Potter, so that no one could never suspect his continued involvement with Riddle. His family could thus be saved from the ruin caused by his father’s imprisonment.

And, to make his sudden change of heart all the more believable, Draco had just to befriend a Muggle’s daughter, doing his best to make her fall in love with him, even convincing her to marry him if that were possible. Even if he'd been horrified at the mere thought of bedding some filthy Mudblood, he had forced himself to not think too much about the disgust he would surely feel… after all, he was a Malfoy; his family had had power for centuries, and he couldn’t allow himself to lose all the privileges they had gained through the eras just because he didn’t want to shag some Mudblood slut.

So, Draco had started looking around him, searching for the best choice: if he had to spend the rest of his life beside one of those filthy things, he could at least opt for good sex. And, with horror and disgust, he had realized that the most beautiful Muggleborn (and the most beautiful girl) in the entire school was none other than Granger, the bookworm know-it-all who had been one of the thorns in his side since his arrival at Hogwarts.

He'd known it would be difficult to gain her trust, respect and love, and even more difficult to fake feelings he didn’t have for her. But he'd not had any other choice: if Voldemort’s mad orders caused the complete downfall of the Death Eaters before he'd been able to take command, his family would be cast completely aside from the wizarding high society and, with Lucius in Azkaban, no one would ever have anything to do with a Malfoy… As long as the Dark Lord survived, fear of an attack would prevent all the powerful wizards from venturing to move against the Malfoys; but, if things changed for the worst, it would mean the end of every dream of glory and power.

So Draco had started going everywhere Hermione went, pretending to be where she was, just by coincidence. He had started talking civilly to her, too, making her open herself to him little by little… Sure, it hadn’t been simple to gain her trust, but he'd played his cards well, fooling the little witch. But it was also true that Granger had immediately understood it was not mere coincidence that led him to be wherever she was, and it had been an advantage in convincing Granger that he fancied her.

They had started dating at the end of January of their sixth year. At the beginning they had been simply friends, and they had started meeting in the library after lessons: they studied together almost every afternoon and sometimes also went out for a walk. Hermione had soon learned to love him, and he had made it easier by acting gently and talking to her about subjects he knew would gain her attention. Then, after two months of secret encounters, he had kissed her, whispering the L word in her ear. She had simply smiled, mouthing to him the same thing, before kissing him again. From that time onwards, they had been a couple, and soon the whole school had known about their affair… After all, his whole plan was to regain the trust of the wizarding world; so, the more people knew, the better it would be.

But something had happened that he hadn't considered: Draco Malfoy had fallen in love with Hermione Granger. He didn’t know how, but it had happened. Somewhere, between one kiss and the other, and during the endless conversations they'd had, Draco had started developing something more than loathing and hatred towards Muggleborn Hermione; he no longer saw her as an insufferable filthy child… now he saw her as the beautiful young woman she had become. And it wasn’t only her beauty that had captivated him, it was her personality too: no other girl had the brilliant mind and the gentleness she had… It had initially been difficult to accept the feelings he couldn’t help feeling for her, the Mudblood Gryffindor, best friend of the wonder-boy. But then, it all had changed, and Draco had learned to live with the new situation, welcoming the powerful love he felt burning his insides.

At the table, Draco stopped eating: thinking about it only made him feel worse… Less than an hour earlier he had ruined a special moment, her special moment; he had never acted that way before…. Sure, he had directed unpleasant words to her in the past, when events at the Death Eaters’ meetings had made him annoyed; but he had never been so violent, and now that he thought about it, he could have hurt her too… And then, he had treated Hermione as if she was a slut , as if she had been his personal whore, instead of his girlfriend… He had to make it up for her: all the power he would soon have would be nothing if that witch wasn’t at his side… Draco needed her as much as the air he breathed, and he was grateful for the concealing charm hiding the Dark Mark permanently printed on his arm: he couldn’t bear to lose her, and the only thing he had to do to was to bind the girl to him completely and marry her, keeping the woman he loved with him until the end of time; and then, when no one was expecting it, he would put his plans into action.

A smile crossed the boy's lips… Yes, he would carry on with the Dark Lord’s plan, doing everything better, obviously; and he would do anything in his power to obtain all the things he wanted and that were rightfully his.

Fanfiction Recs

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 21:47:01 GMT

I have made a list of my favorite fanfiction with over 100 stories on it. If you would like to check it out go here

New D/Hr group!

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 17:36:38 GMT

Hi all

Just to let you know of a new Draco/Hermione fanfic group... join!!! :P

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/DHrfanfic/

Toodles!

Edel

New Fic Rec

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 21:21:42 GMT

I've added some more stories to my fic rec list.

To the Fics

New Girly...

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 17:11:58 GMT

Hey you guys.
I'm new here, so I thought
I would introduce myself. I'm Kayla, pleasure to
meet you all.
All I have to say is that I love
Hermione and Draco *drools*

Hehe

Newbie

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 22:01:36 GMT

Hi ya'll. I'm new to livejournal and to the comm. My journal is a archive of my favorite Harry Potter fanfiction. I have'nt got much up yet but I'm working on it. If ya'll would check it out that would be great and please if you know of any good stories post their info and I'll add them to my list.

Thanks, Krystle

I know this isn't all that relevant to this group, but...

Thu, 02 Mar 2006 00:51:33 GMT

A friend of mine (pandoras_chaos) brought up some really good questions regarding our favorite bad boy. My initial reaction was to reply immediately ("Oh yeah, it's ______, duh!") but, after thinking about it a bit, I read so much fanfiction that I'm not really sure if it's canon or fandom. I figured I'd repost it here for more opinions.

1) is snape draco malfoy's godfather or not? i vaguely remember reading that he is, but i cannot for the life of me find it anywhere! if any of you know where it says this (book, chapter, page number--anything) can you please share? it's been bugging the crap out of me.

2) what color are draco and lucius' eyes? the general concensus seems to be that they're both grey, though where people are getting this information is entirely beyond me. i've searched through the books and i can't find it anywhere. all it says is that "malfoy's pale eyes shift back to dumbledore in the greenish glare of the mark" (hbp 584). that's all i could find on the matter.

Thanks,
--eM

New D/Hr group!

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 14:02:27 GMT

Hey all!

I created a new D/Hr group last week, but only have time to pimp it just now... so JOIN!!!! :P It's called DHr_Songfic. In case the title doesn't explain itself... basically, it's a place to post your own (or recommend) Draco/Hermione fanfics that the fic idea came from a song, has a song in it, etc.

http://community.livejournal.com/dhr_songfic/profile

Also... kinda need a (suitable) background for the community... anyone in a giving mood? Post at the community!! I'll love you forever! lol.

Edel