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DeadlyMighty
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Warning! There is violance and cussing in this fic!
So, have you ever wondered if somehow Hermione Granger knew Draco Malfoy before school started? I mean, they seemed pretty well aquainted when they got t oschool. But there's a lot more to it then just that. There's a demon seekin revenge, a boyfriend being kicked out of his best friend/girlfriends life. A boy getting kicked out of his own house and a cliff on a rainy day while no one watches over the possessed girl...
Hermione Granger could be found sitting in the library. It was late. About 9:30. Well, it was late for a 10 year old. Her curfew was 10:00, so; actually, Hermione Granger could be found packing up her mountain of books onto her wagon, in the library, late at night.
She was a short little girl with great big hazel eyes, and brown curly matted hair that frizzed up and puffed out. She always wore a button up shirt and a long black skirt that went down just past her knees. She was also wearing her dark blue knee socks with her favorite black clogs.
Hermione Granger was a smart little girl; she didn’t really care about her looks, or who liked her or not. She never really had, and guessed that she never really would.
Finally, she was done and she heaved her wagon over to the librarian’s desk. She could just see over the counter, and she reached up, sliding her library card over to the librarian.
“I’m done, Ms. Willis,” she called in her soft, childish voice.
The librarian smiled at her and swiped her card. Eyeing the books on Hermione’s wagon, the librarian typed in the ones she was checking out.
“You seem to have found some new books of your interest, I see,” she noticed.
Hermione nodded and grabbed her card back. “Thank you,” she called.
Winding her way through the isles of books, Hermione was almost to the front when she noticed a book lying open on the table near the window.
Curiosity peaking, she dropped her wagon handle and went over to exam it. There were black and white pictures on each page, like all the others, but Hermione had never seen this one before. The pictures seemed to move. But that could not be possible.
It looked too warn and beat up to be a library book. Flipping to the front she saw someone’s name. Please return to: Draco Malfoy it read. And underneath that was an address: 100 Center Street, London, England.
But there was no phone number.
Not wanting to leave it here for some one to steel it, Hermione picked it up and clutched it to her chest, returning to her wagon.
The whole way home, the mystery about whom Draco Malfoy is nagged at the back of her head. At the corner of her street and the street that lead to the train station, Hermione stopped.
She glanced at her watch. It was 9:47 and her parents were expecting her home at ten. She took a half a step toward her street before her curiosity nagged at her head again.
“I can take it back tomorrow,” she told herself, finishing her step and taking another.
But what if they need it now? She thought.
“It’s just a book!” she grunted out loud.
She began walking forward again when she heard a laugh. Her head snapped up from staring at her feet; she knew that laugh. That was the laugh of Jana, the bully at Hermione’s school.
Trying to turn around as quickly and quietly as she could, Hermione’s foot caught a crack and she went crashing into her wagon of books.
“Well, well, well,” Jana sneered, approaching Hermione. “If it isn’t Granger.”
“Get away from me, Jana!” Hermione growled as she stood up from her wagon and straightened herself out.
“We wouldn’t of heard you if you weren’t so clumsy,” Jana shrugged. Her friends sniggered.
“No. You would have smelled me with your demon like senses,” she snapped coolly.
Jana bared her teeth at Hermione. Her eyes caught sight of the book on the ground; the one Hermione had found on the table.
She bent down and snatched it before Hermione even knew what she had seen. “What book is this?” she asked waving it in front of Hermione’s face.
Hermione held out her hands, palm up, to Jana. “Give it back and I’ll tell you!”
Jana stared at her. She held the book out to her, and, right before Hermione snatched it, withdrew the book quickly. “No. I don’t think I will.”
She flipped the cover open and read the name. Her eyes lit up.
“Ooooh…Stole the book, did you?” she asked.
“No, I didn’t steel it! I found it and I was going to return it till I ran into you. Which is pretty hard to avoid, considering you’re so fat.” Hermione gasped at what she had said.
Jana balled her fists up and stomped toward Hermione.
“You take that back!” she howled at her.
“Why?” Hermione choked, getting scared at how close Jana was to her. She was within striking distance now.
“Because you’re a whiny little twit who thinks she’s all that and doesn’t even deserve to be on this earth!” Jana eyes were flashing now with hatred.
Hermione felt her fists ball. “Get away from me!” she shouted. “You’re too close!”
Hermione had a disorder that caused her to get very uncomfortable when people she disliked got to close to her. It was Distress Contact Disorder.
When this happened, she would normally loose control. She did not like to loose control. Jana knew that Hermione had this disorder, yet here she was, her face right up in Hermione’s.
And Hermione lost control.
Her fist swung forward and connected with the side of Jana’s jaw. There was a loud crack that came from her jaw and Jana went sprawling out backwards onto the grass.
Hermione was breathing deeply, her head swirling, her body shaking. She was so scared. Jana had gotten way too close. And now she was scrambling back onto her feet with the help from her friends. She wiped away the blood from her lip and glared at Hermione.
“Get her!” Jana shouted and each girl closed in on a different side of Hermione.
Hermione closed her eyes and put her arms over her face when there was a sudden whooshing sound, like a bird flying quickly through the air. A buzzing noise was ringing in Hermione’s ears--like a telephone off the
Hook-- but she kept her hands clamped tightly over her face. At first she thought the ringing was from the pain, but she realized that there was no pain.
Taking her arms off her face, she peered around but no one was in sight. Before her stood a massive iron gate with the letters MM printed on the middle. Her eyes traveled over to the address and she stared in awe.
100 Center Street, it read!
“How did I get here?” Hermione asked herself out loud.
The last thing she remembered was being surrounded by Jana and her friends. But no one was there. Hermione looked down and saw the tattered book lying at her feet. This was all so strange. She had done a lot of strange things lately, but this had to be the strangest.
Well, while she was here, she might as well return the book.
Hermione pushed on the gate and it creaked open. On her way up to the house, she looked from side to side, examining the giant lawn. She noticed that it was raining harshly. She stopped half way there as a giant mansion loomed into view from behind the fog. She shook her head and continued forward. Before she arrived at the door, she glanced at her watch; and saw that it had stopped working. The hands were spinning wildly counterclockwise. Hermione took it off and deposited it into her pocket. It was no use to her now.
When she arrived at the door, Hermione reached up for the knocker, but found it was too high up. She sidled over and pushed the doorbell. There was shuffling inside, then a lock clicked and the door opened to reveal a tall man with glowing gray eyes and long silver blonde hair.
His lip twitched as he stared down at her. “And what would a small girl like you be doing here? I do not take solicitors, if you haven’t seen the sign. Which I doubt,” he added eyeing her up and down.
“No, sir,” Hermione exclaimed politely. “I am not soliciting, sir.”
“Then what-- would you be doing here?” The man raised his eyebrows at her and sneered again. She shivered. Somehow, he made her cold.
The rain spilled down from the clouds harshly, chilling her.
“I am here to see Draco Malfoy, sir! Does he live here? Are you Draco Malfoy, sir?” she wondered.
“No. I am his father. And how do you know my son?” he spat.
“I-I found his book, sir. In the library.” She blinked at him as the rain continued to spill down her back. Her hair lay flat on her head now, her legs shaking. She hoped that he would maybe invite her in. He didn’t.
“Give it here!” he demanded, holding out his hand for the book, as he stood in the doorway, dry and warm.
She carefully placed the book in his hands, and, even before it was completely out of hers, he snatched it up.
“Who are you?” he slowly asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Hermione Granger, sir,” she squeaked.
There was another flash of blonde hair inside the house and Hermione’s eyes traveled up to see a small blonde boy, who looked just like the man in the door. She guessed that was Draco.
“Get out!” he swatted at her.
Hermione turn-tailed and ran. When she was out on the lawn again she huffed.
“How rude!” she exclaimed, turning back around from staring at the manor.
And she slipped on some wet grass and went face first into the mud.
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Lucius shut the door and turned to Draco. “Once you start school, you are to hate her forever. She is the enemy. She is a mudblood. Do you know who I’m talking about, Draco?’ his father exclaimed.
Draco, who had been looking out the window after her, looked up at his father.
“Hermione Granger, sir. The one who is to rise up to full power next to Harry Potter, sir... She is to help in the defeat of The Dark Lord, sir,” Draco pronounced the prophecy once again.
“Good,” his father sneered and tossed the book at Draco. “I don’t want anything like that happening again!” Then he turned and left.
Draco set the book down on the desk and walked back over to the window. He saw Hermione slip into the mud. Then, he heard a screech and looked behind her, and sure enough, there were the guard demons flying toward her.
He yelped and ran to grab his father’s wand off the counter in the kitchen.
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Hermione scrambled up from the mud and tried to wipe herself off when a screech from behind her made her jump and stare dumbly. About four creatures about the size of a large dog were flying toward her with what looked like spears clutched in their claws. They had large leathery wings that made a sound like stone cracking each time they beat. They had beaks for noses and long tails with an arrow like design ending in spikes. They had red glowing eyes that were fixed on her determinedly, fire alighting their paths to her.
She yelped and ducked just as one swung his staff at her head. She slid in the mud underneath them, then leapt up and scrambled away to the left. One came at her from the side and whacked her hip with a spear, causing her to fly sideways. She flipped head over heels till her face landed in mud and her body stopped sliding. Her side split with immense pain, more pain than she had ever felt.
Rolling over, she saw two demons diving at her from in the sky. One was smiling so wickedly at her; it imprinted its picture in her mind permanently.
She rolled to the right and sprang to her feet as the two demons’ spears struck the ground. The thud made the ground underneath Hermione shake and she fell back onto her bottom.
Another demon came up behind her, without a spear, and dug its shoulder into her back. She screamed with pain as the force made her slide forward, toward the edge of the ravine. She turned over onto her stomach and dug at the ground. Gripping the grass as tightly as she could, Hermione slipped farther down toward the edge of the cliff.
Her feet slid off the side of the cliff, and she worried about the demons seeing her, but they seemed distracted by something else at the time. Her stomach left the ground and she clung tighter to the grass. Her chest fell over the side and now only her hands still clutched at the grass above her. Her feet scraped at the sides of the cliff, trying to push herself back up. They kicked aimlessly, tiny rocks being ripped off the side as her feet connected with the rocky edge. She did not want to die…
She gripped the grass tighter, and pushed with all her might off the side, but her legs slipped and the grass ripped out of her hands.
Right as she fell, though, a hand caught at her and grabbed her arm just below her elbow. She looked up and saw the small blonde boy staring determinedly down at her. Lightening flashed and illuminated his pale face, his silver eyes flashing with determination. His chin was pointed, poising a mouth in a thin line. His small hand clutched her wrist, his arms long and slender. A well-built body was supporting his long lanky legs. A fragile body about to be broken by the whip that the monster in his life gripped, ready to strike out.
He pulled her up over the edge, and, when she looked around, saw all the demons retreating at something the small boy was flashing on his arm.
The demons closed in on them as the boy let his sleeve fall and his eyes looked drained of energy. Hermione looked down and saw a spear lying there. Carefully, she picked it up without the demons noticing her. The demons screeched again and raced forward toward them and Hermione flung the boy to the side and pointed the spear straight out toward the demons. The others were smart enough to stop and back away, but one kept coming until the spear went straight through his heart should have been and green goo spewed from the spot.
It whirled around for a sec before flopping to the ground in spasms.
Hermione stared in horror, hardly believing she had killed something. Even if it was a demon, even if it was in self-protection, she had killed a living thing. And that scared her. Then, the ghost of the demon rose from the body and cursed revenge on Hermione before it disappeared in a wisp of smoke.
“You-you k-killed… m-my demon!” Draco exclaimed.
“Y-yeah…” she breathed, staring at the dead body. “I guess… I guess…I did…”
Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto the ground, still conscious, though.
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Her clothes were soaked through, she was freezing and she was full of mud, but the only thing Hermione was conscious of was the blonde boy, presumably Draco Malfoy, standing in front of her. The demons were gone and he was carrying her somewhere. He was staring straight ahead, before he stopped and put her down.
He smiled at her dazed expression. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he whispered. “But you probably already know that.”
His voice was soft and silky, removing all dreading thoughts from Hermione’s mind. She opened her mouth to speak, but he planted his finger on her mouth.
“I already know. You’re Hermione Granger,” he smiled. She stared perplexedly at him. He laughed. An echoing voice that melted Hermione’s insides into milk; a calm voice.
“I know a lot of things that can’t be explained. Don’t question and you won’t get hurt.” So smooth again. Hermione wished to drown in his voice. So powerful, yet so small. So deep, touching, calm. So wanting. So scared, scared of the monster in his life. So helpless: there’s nothing he can do, but so much he wants. So much he wants, but can’t have.
She was lying underneath a tree on dry grass, staring up at him.
“Just because my father said I have to hate you in school, doesn’t mean I have to hate you outside of school.”
The screeching of wheels announced the arrival of a car.
“Your ride is here.” He smiled once more, before he stood up and backed away. “I hope we meet again some day soon, even if I do have to hate you.”
Then his form disappeared and so did everything else around Hermione…
…Except Draco Malfoy’s soft voice in her ears.
So, have you ever wondered if somehow Hermione Granger knew Draco Malfoy before school started? I mean, they seemed pretty well aquainted when they got t oschool. But there's a lot more to it then just that. There's a demon seekin revenge, a boyfriend being kicked out of his best friend/girlfriends life. A boy getting kicked out of his own house and a cliff on a rainy day while no one watches over the possessed girl...
Revenge is Glorious
Chapter 1-Meeting him
Chapter 1-Meeting him
Hermione Granger could be found sitting in the library. It was late. About 9:30. Well, it was late for a 10 year old. Her curfew was 10:00, so; actually, Hermione Granger could be found packing up her mountain of books onto her wagon, in the library, late at night.
She was a short little girl with great big hazel eyes, and brown curly matted hair that frizzed up and puffed out. She always wore a button up shirt and a long black skirt that went down just past her knees. She was also wearing her dark blue knee socks with her favorite black clogs.
Hermione Granger was a smart little girl; she didn’t really care about her looks, or who liked her or not. She never really had, and guessed that she never really would.
Finally, she was done and she heaved her wagon over to the librarian’s desk. She could just see over the counter, and she reached up, sliding her library card over to the librarian.
“I’m done, Ms. Willis,” she called in her soft, childish voice.
The librarian smiled at her and swiped her card. Eyeing the books on Hermione’s wagon, the librarian typed in the ones she was checking out.
“You seem to have found some new books of your interest, I see,” she noticed.
Hermione nodded and grabbed her card back. “Thank you,” she called.
Winding her way through the isles of books, Hermione was almost to the front when she noticed a book lying open on the table near the window.
Curiosity peaking, she dropped her wagon handle and went over to exam it. There were black and white pictures on each page, like all the others, but Hermione had never seen this one before. The pictures seemed to move. But that could not be possible.
It looked too warn and beat up to be a library book. Flipping to the front she saw someone’s name. Please return to: Draco Malfoy it read. And underneath that was an address: 100 Center Street, London, England.
But there was no phone number.
Not wanting to leave it here for some one to steel it, Hermione picked it up and clutched it to her chest, returning to her wagon.
The whole way home, the mystery about whom Draco Malfoy is nagged at the back of her head. At the corner of her street and the street that lead to the train station, Hermione stopped.
She glanced at her watch. It was 9:47 and her parents were expecting her home at ten. She took a half a step toward her street before her curiosity nagged at her head again.
“I can take it back tomorrow,” she told herself, finishing her step and taking another.
But what if they need it now? She thought.
“It’s just a book!” she grunted out loud.
She began walking forward again when she heard a laugh. Her head snapped up from staring at her feet; she knew that laugh. That was the laugh of Jana, the bully at Hermione’s school.
Trying to turn around as quickly and quietly as she could, Hermione’s foot caught a crack and she went crashing into her wagon of books.
“Well, well, well,” Jana sneered, approaching Hermione. “If it isn’t Granger.”
“Get away from me, Jana!” Hermione growled as she stood up from her wagon and straightened herself out.
“We wouldn’t of heard you if you weren’t so clumsy,” Jana shrugged. Her friends sniggered.
“No. You would have smelled me with your demon like senses,” she snapped coolly.
Jana bared her teeth at Hermione. Her eyes caught sight of the book on the ground; the one Hermione had found on the table.
She bent down and snatched it before Hermione even knew what she had seen. “What book is this?” she asked waving it in front of Hermione’s face.
Hermione held out her hands, palm up, to Jana. “Give it back and I’ll tell you!”
Jana stared at her. She held the book out to her, and, right before Hermione snatched it, withdrew the book quickly. “No. I don’t think I will.”
She flipped the cover open and read the name. Her eyes lit up.
“Ooooh…Stole the book, did you?” she asked.
“No, I didn’t steel it! I found it and I was going to return it till I ran into you. Which is pretty hard to avoid, considering you’re so fat.” Hermione gasped at what she had said.
Jana balled her fists up and stomped toward Hermione.
“You take that back!” she howled at her.
“Why?” Hermione choked, getting scared at how close Jana was to her. She was within striking distance now.
“Because you’re a whiny little twit who thinks she’s all that and doesn’t even deserve to be on this earth!” Jana eyes were flashing now with hatred.
Hermione felt her fists ball. “Get away from me!” she shouted. “You’re too close!”
Hermione had a disorder that caused her to get very uncomfortable when people she disliked got to close to her. It was Distress Contact Disorder.
When this happened, she would normally loose control. She did not like to loose control. Jana knew that Hermione had this disorder, yet here she was, her face right up in Hermione’s.
And Hermione lost control.
Her fist swung forward and connected with the side of Jana’s jaw. There was a loud crack that came from her jaw and Jana went sprawling out backwards onto the grass.
Hermione was breathing deeply, her head swirling, her body shaking. She was so scared. Jana had gotten way too close. And now she was scrambling back onto her feet with the help from her friends. She wiped away the blood from her lip and glared at Hermione.
“Get her!” Jana shouted and each girl closed in on a different side of Hermione.
Hermione closed her eyes and put her arms over her face when there was a sudden whooshing sound, like a bird flying quickly through the air. A buzzing noise was ringing in Hermione’s ears--like a telephone off the
Hook-- but she kept her hands clamped tightly over her face. At first she thought the ringing was from the pain, but she realized that there was no pain.
Taking her arms off her face, she peered around but no one was in sight. Before her stood a massive iron gate with the letters MM printed on the middle. Her eyes traveled over to the address and she stared in awe.
100 Center Street, it read!
“How did I get here?” Hermione asked herself out loud.
The last thing she remembered was being surrounded by Jana and her friends. But no one was there. Hermione looked down and saw the tattered book lying at her feet. This was all so strange. She had done a lot of strange things lately, but this had to be the strangest.
Well, while she was here, she might as well return the book.
Hermione pushed on the gate and it creaked open. On her way up to the house, she looked from side to side, examining the giant lawn. She noticed that it was raining harshly. She stopped half way there as a giant mansion loomed into view from behind the fog. She shook her head and continued forward. Before she arrived at the door, she glanced at her watch; and saw that it had stopped working. The hands were spinning wildly counterclockwise. Hermione took it off and deposited it into her pocket. It was no use to her now.
When she arrived at the door, Hermione reached up for the knocker, but found it was too high up. She sidled over and pushed the doorbell. There was shuffling inside, then a lock clicked and the door opened to reveal a tall man with glowing gray eyes and long silver blonde hair.
His lip twitched as he stared down at her. “And what would a small girl like you be doing here? I do not take solicitors, if you haven’t seen the sign. Which I doubt,” he added eyeing her up and down.
“No, sir,” Hermione exclaimed politely. “I am not soliciting, sir.”
“Then what-- would you be doing here?” The man raised his eyebrows at her and sneered again. She shivered. Somehow, he made her cold.
The rain spilled down from the clouds harshly, chilling her.
“I am here to see Draco Malfoy, sir! Does he live here? Are you Draco Malfoy, sir?” she wondered.
“No. I am his father. And how do you know my son?” he spat.
“I-I found his book, sir. In the library.” She blinked at him as the rain continued to spill down her back. Her hair lay flat on her head now, her legs shaking. She hoped that he would maybe invite her in. He didn’t.
“Give it here!” he demanded, holding out his hand for the book, as he stood in the doorway, dry and warm.
She carefully placed the book in his hands, and, even before it was completely out of hers, he snatched it up.
“Who are you?” he slowly asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Hermione Granger, sir,” she squeaked.
There was another flash of blonde hair inside the house and Hermione’s eyes traveled up to see a small blonde boy, who looked just like the man in the door. She guessed that was Draco.
“Get out!” he swatted at her.
Hermione turn-tailed and ran. When she was out on the lawn again she huffed.
“How rude!” she exclaimed, turning back around from staring at the manor.
And she slipped on some wet grass and went face first into the mud.
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Lucius shut the door and turned to Draco. “Once you start school, you are to hate her forever. She is the enemy. She is a mudblood. Do you know who I’m talking about, Draco?’ his father exclaimed.
Draco, who had been looking out the window after her, looked up at his father.
“Hermione Granger, sir. The one who is to rise up to full power next to Harry Potter, sir... She is to help in the defeat of The Dark Lord, sir,” Draco pronounced the prophecy once again.
“Good,” his father sneered and tossed the book at Draco. “I don’t want anything like that happening again!” Then he turned and left.
Draco set the book down on the desk and walked back over to the window. He saw Hermione slip into the mud. Then, he heard a screech and looked behind her, and sure enough, there were the guard demons flying toward her.
He yelped and ran to grab his father’s wand off the counter in the kitchen.
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Hermione scrambled up from the mud and tried to wipe herself off when a screech from behind her made her jump and stare dumbly. About four creatures about the size of a large dog were flying toward her with what looked like spears clutched in their claws. They had large leathery wings that made a sound like stone cracking each time they beat. They had beaks for noses and long tails with an arrow like design ending in spikes. They had red glowing eyes that were fixed on her determinedly, fire alighting their paths to her.
She yelped and ducked just as one swung his staff at her head. She slid in the mud underneath them, then leapt up and scrambled away to the left. One came at her from the side and whacked her hip with a spear, causing her to fly sideways. She flipped head over heels till her face landed in mud and her body stopped sliding. Her side split with immense pain, more pain than she had ever felt.
Rolling over, she saw two demons diving at her from in the sky. One was smiling so wickedly at her; it imprinted its picture in her mind permanently.
She rolled to the right and sprang to her feet as the two demons’ spears struck the ground. The thud made the ground underneath Hermione shake and she fell back onto her bottom.
Another demon came up behind her, without a spear, and dug its shoulder into her back. She screamed with pain as the force made her slide forward, toward the edge of the ravine. She turned over onto her stomach and dug at the ground. Gripping the grass as tightly as she could, Hermione slipped farther down toward the edge of the cliff.
Her feet slid off the side of the cliff, and she worried about the demons seeing her, but they seemed distracted by something else at the time. Her stomach left the ground and she clung tighter to the grass. Her chest fell over the side and now only her hands still clutched at the grass above her. Her feet scraped at the sides of the cliff, trying to push herself back up. They kicked aimlessly, tiny rocks being ripped off the side as her feet connected with the rocky edge. She did not want to die…
She gripped the grass tighter, and pushed with all her might off the side, but her legs slipped and the grass ripped out of her hands.
Right as she fell, though, a hand caught at her and grabbed her arm just below her elbow. She looked up and saw the small blonde boy staring determinedly down at her. Lightening flashed and illuminated his pale face, his silver eyes flashing with determination. His chin was pointed, poising a mouth in a thin line. His small hand clutched her wrist, his arms long and slender. A well-built body was supporting his long lanky legs. A fragile body about to be broken by the whip that the monster in his life gripped, ready to strike out.
He pulled her up over the edge, and, when she looked around, saw all the demons retreating at something the small boy was flashing on his arm.
The demons closed in on them as the boy let his sleeve fall and his eyes looked drained of energy. Hermione looked down and saw a spear lying there. Carefully, she picked it up without the demons noticing her. The demons screeched again and raced forward toward them and Hermione flung the boy to the side and pointed the spear straight out toward the demons. The others were smart enough to stop and back away, but one kept coming until the spear went straight through his heart should have been and green goo spewed from the spot.
It whirled around for a sec before flopping to the ground in spasms.
Hermione stared in horror, hardly believing she had killed something. Even if it was a demon, even if it was in self-protection, she had killed a living thing. And that scared her. Then, the ghost of the demon rose from the body and cursed revenge on Hermione before it disappeared in a wisp of smoke.
“You-you k-killed… m-my demon!” Draco exclaimed.
“Y-yeah…” she breathed, staring at the dead body. “I guess… I guess…I did…”
Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto the ground, still conscious, though.
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Her clothes were soaked through, she was freezing and she was full of mud, but the only thing Hermione was conscious of was the blonde boy, presumably Draco Malfoy, standing in front of her. The demons were gone and he was carrying her somewhere. He was staring straight ahead, before he stopped and put her down.
He smiled at her dazed expression. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he whispered. “But you probably already know that.”
His voice was soft and silky, removing all dreading thoughts from Hermione’s mind. She opened her mouth to speak, but he planted his finger on her mouth.
“I already know. You’re Hermione Granger,” he smiled. She stared perplexedly at him. He laughed. An echoing voice that melted Hermione’s insides into milk; a calm voice.
“I know a lot of things that can’t be explained. Don’t question and you won’t get hurt.” So smooth again. Hermione wished to drown in his voice. So powerful, yet so small. So deep, touching, calm. So wanting. So scared, scared of the monster in his life. So helpless: there’s nothing he can do, but so much he wants. So much he wants, but can’t have.
She was lying underneath a tree on dry grass, staring up at him.
“Just because my father said I have to hate you in school, doesn’t mean I have to hate you outside of school.”
The screeching of wheels announced the arrival of a car.
“Your ride is here.” He smiled once more, before he stood up and backed away. “I hope we meet again some day soon, even if I do have to hate you.”
Then his form disappeared and so did everything else around Hermione…
…Except Draco Malfoy’s soft voice in her ears.