When All You Know Is Wrong
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,207
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
When All You Know Is Wrong
Draco leaned his forehead against the cold window in his bedroom as the rain poured down outside. He was tired of being confined to the house, with no one but his mother, his father, and the house elves. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mother, but Draco could only stay in one place with nothing to do for so long. Thank God school was about to start. He may not be everyone’s favorite person when he returned this year, but it would be better than nothing. He had even received his letter from the headmaster claiming he was to be head boy…along with Granger. As long as that bushy-haired witch stayed out of his way, things should be fine. Breaking into his thoughts was a crash of broken china and his mother’s shriek.
He stormed into the hall and headed straight for his father’s study, preparing himself for what he would have to see and do. Draco stopped just as he reached the tall, mahogany doors. Taking a breath to steady himself, he pushed forward to face the monster that had become his father.
Lucius had his wife pinned to the wall by her throat, choking her as he swore at her that she should stop meddling in affairs that she could never comprehend, unaware that his son had stepped into the room.
“And what of me, Father? What if I should choose to ‘meddle’ in these affairs?”
For the first time since Draco had walked onto the scene, his father turned and looked at him with a mixture of mocking laughter and revulsion.
“Now, now Draco,” he said in a voice so low that it was hard to hear it. “You know you should stay out of the way when mummy and daddy fight.”
That was it. The last straw. Draco could take being forced into the Dark Lord’s service. He managed to get through each and every crucio he had endured. But this bastard would never again lay hands on the one person who had ever cared for him. He pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at his father’s face.
“Let her go,” he spat, ashamed that he once dreamed of this man’s approval.
“Or what, my dear boy? You’ll kill me? I hardly think so, you didn’t have the guts to kill anyone on the missions you were sent on.”
He tightened his grip on his wand and pushed it into his father’s cheek. “LET HER GO!”
Still, Lucius remained defiant, confident in the thought that he knew his son. Yet just as he turned away from the boy and back to his terrified wife, he heard words he never would have believed could have come from Draco’s mouth.
“Crucio”
Narcissa ran from the spot where her husband had held her as he writhed on the floor, screaming in pain. She went to her son, reaching out to try and comfort him.
He looked at his mother and said, “Go.” He didn’t want her to see him like this. Like his father.
As she left the room, a gasping laugh was heard.
“So, my son,” Lucius droned in spite of the pain. “You have finally become a man. A man who understands that power is everything.”
“No father, you’re wrong. I’ve become a man who knows how sick and twisted you are and I loathe the days that I aspired to be like you.”
Lucius looked at his son, not truly understanding what was going on. Then it clicked. A person had to have true hatred in their heart in order to cast the Cruciatous. Draco watched as the horror of the knowledge filled his father’s eyes.
“Good-bye Lucius. Avada Kedavra.”
He looked up at his son one last time, pleading not to let this happen…then his world turned black and he saw no more.
Draco leaned against the wall, sliding down until his sat on the floor, numb as he stared into his father’s lifeless eyes.
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Hermione sat on her bed at the burrow. This summer hadn’t been near what she had expected. Ron had finally asked her out after years of waiting, and she had been so happy. Molly had started crying that all her dreams were coming true. Voldemort had finally been defeated so her family was safe, Harry and Ginny were showing signs of being together for a long time and she and Ron were together at last. To everyone else it seemed like a perfect fairy tale ending. But she knew different.
Fairy tales rarely ever come true. You only hear up to the happily ever after. But what comes after that? Hermione had wondered this for so long, and now she knew. Fighting and arguing and name-calling. That’s what comes after ‘Happily Ever After.’ It’s not happy at all.
Things were perfect the first few weeks, and then things started to go downhill. He wanted to play quidditch with Harry, she didn’t want to watch. He wanted to play wizard’s chess, she wouldn’t play with him. He wanted to take things farther, she wasn’t ready. After a while, he started calling her names and accusing her of things she would never do. She stayed quiet about everything because she didn’t want to cause any more arguments between anyone. Overall, her relationship was hardly what she thought it would have been.
And that brought her back to the bed she had in Ginny’s room, hiding from her boyfriend because she just couldn’t take any more of being around him. Especially tonight, when he had taken some fire whiskey out of his dad’s liquor cabinet. It was always worse when he drank.
“Hermione, where are you?”
She forced herself to stay quiet while he searched the halls for her. The Weasley’s had gone out to celebrate Arthur’s promotion at the ministry. She had said she was tired. Ron just decided not to be found until they left.
“Come out, come out wherever you are.”
His voice was closer. She went over her thoughts in her head to keep from concentrating on his voice and listening to his footsteps. When did she become afraid of her best friend? She had always loved him and supported him, even when she didn’t agree. So what did she do to deserve this? Just because she wasn’t willing to have a physical relationship made her a prude, and when she went out to see her parents, she was accused of being a whore. When had everything gone so wrong?
“Where are you, you little bitch!”
Without warning, the bedroom door burst open.
“There you are my little slut.”
Hermione stood slowly, her hands shaking out in front of her.
“Ron, please baby, you’re not yourself right now. Come on, I’ll take you back to your room where you can lay down and I’ll get you something to eat.”
He just stared at her, watching her move towards him. She was close enough to smell now. Just a few more steps and he would have her. He knew she didn’t have her wand; he had placed it downstairs in the kitchen when she wasn’t paying attention.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her backwards until she fell onto the bed. He forced his lips on hers with bruising force.
“Ron,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t do this, please.”
He covered her mouth with his other hand; he didn’t want to hear anymore of her pathetic whining. She moaned in fear when he ripped her shirt and skirt, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. Using her hands, she hit him and scratched at him until he moved his hand from her mouth to grasp both of her wrists and hold them above her head. As soon as his hand was gone, she wailed in protest of what was happening.
His eyes were crazed, glazed over with lust. He took his hand from her throat and moved it down to pinch her nipples through the fabric of her bra. It shocked Hermione and made her cry out again.
He punched her across the faced.
“Oh, shut up, would you? You know you want this you dirty little whore.”
Having had enough ‘foreplay’, Ron ripped her remaining clothes and freed his aching dick from his pants. He was going to enjoy this, and as much as she protested, he knew she would too.
“Ron,” she screamed. “Please don’t, I’m not ready, please. I’m begging you. RON!”
Little did she know, her screams were just making him harder. He placed himself between her legs, and without giving her anytime, he thrust into her, taking her virginity violently. He thrust in and out rapidly, stretching and tearing her, putting her in so much pain. He didn’t care. He was in his own world where he believed Hermione had been begging him to do this for months and he just hadn’t been ready yet. Suddenly, he slammed into her and came so hard he saw stars.
He pulled out and gave her a quick peck.
“Thanks love, that was amazing, but I better go shower before Mom gets home.”
He turned and left the room, not seeing or not caring that Hermione had curled herself into a little ball and was sobbing silently.
'Tomorrow', she thought. 'Tomorrow we go back to school, I live in my head girl dormitories and everything will start to get better. Tomorrow.'
Those were her last thoughts before she cried herself to sleep.
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Hey, this is my first attempt at a fanfiction and I hope that all of you like it. I know it was long, but I needed the readers to understand the background of where each character was coming from. Please R&R. I would love to know your thoughts good or bad.
~donovanwitch
He stormed into the hall and headed straight for his father’s study, preparing himself for what he would have to see and do. Draco stopped just as he reached the tall, mahogany doors. Taking a breath to steady himself, he pushed forward to face the monster that had become his father.
Lucius had his wife pinned to the wall by her throat, choking her as he swore at her that she should stop meddling in affairs that she could never comprehend, unaware that his son had stepped into the room.
“And what of me, Father? What if I should choose to ‘meddle’ in these affairs?”
For the first time since Draco had walked onto the scene, his father turned and looked at him with a mixture of mocking laughter and revulsion.
“Now, now Draco,” he said in a voice so low that it was hard to hear it. “You know you should stay out of the way when mummy and daddy fight.”
That was it. The last straw. Draco could take being forced into the Dark Lord’s service. He managed to get through each and every crucio he had endured. But this bastard would never again lay hands on the one person who had ever cared for him. He pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at his father’s face.
“Let her go,” he spat, ashamed that he once dreamed of this man’s approval.
“Or what, my dear boy? You’ll kill me? I hardly think so, you didn’t have the guts to kill anyone on the missions you were sent on.”
He tightened his grip on his wand and pushed it into his father’s cheek. “LET HER GO!”
Still, Lucius remained defiant, confident in the thought that he knew his son. Yet just as he turned away from the boy and back to his terrified wife, he heard words he never would have believed could have come from Draco’s mouth.
“Crucio”
Narcissa ran from the spot where her husband had held her as he writhed on the floor, screaming in pain. She went to her son, reaching out to try and comfort him.
He looked at his mother and said, “Go.” He didn’t want her to see him like this. Like his father.
As she left the room, a gasping laugh was heard.
“So, my son,” Lucius droned in spite of the pain. “You have finally become a man. A man who understands that power is everything.”
“No father, you’re wrong. I’ve become a man who knows how sick and twisted you are and I loathe the days that I aspired to be like you.”
Lucius looked at his son, not truly understanding what was going on. Then it clicked. A person had to have true hatred in their heart in order to cast the Cruciatous. Draco watched as the horror of the knowledge filled his father’s eyes.
“Good-bye Lucius. Avada Kedavra.”
He looked up at his son one last time, pleading not to let this happen…then his world turned black and he saw no more.
Draco leaned against the wall, sliding down until his sat on the floor, numb as he stared into his father’s lifeless eyes.
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Hermione sat on her bed at the burrow. This summer hadn’t been near what she had expected. Ron had finally asked her out after years of waiting, and she had been so happy. Molly had started crying that all her dreams were coming true. Voldemort had finally been defeated so her family was safe, Harry and Ginny were showing signs of being together for a long time and she and Ron were together at last. To everyone else it seemed like a perfect fairy tale ending. But she knew different.
Fairy tales rarely ever come true. You only hear up to the happily ever after. But what comes after that? Hermione had wondered this for so long, and now she knew. Fighting and arguing and name-calling. That’s what comes after ‘Happily Ever After.’ It’s not happy at all.
Things were perfect the first few weeks, and then things started to go downhill. He wanted to play quidditch with Harry, she didn’t want to watch. He wanted to play wizard’s chess, she wouldn’t play with him. He wanted to take things farther, she wasn’t ready. After a while, he started calling her names and accusing her of things she would never do. She stayed quiet about everything because she didn’t want to cause any more arguments between anyone. Overall, her relationship was hardly what she thought it would have been.
And that brought her back to the bed she had in Ginny’s room, hiding from her boyfriend because she just couldn’t take any more of being around him. Especially tonight, when he had taken some fire whiskey out of his dad’s liquor cabinet. It was always worse when he drank.
“Hermione, where are you?”
She forced herself to stay quiet while he searched the halls for her. The Weasley’s had gone out to celebrate Arthur’s promotion at the ministry. She had said she was tired. Ron just decided not to be found until they left.
“Come out, come out wherever you are.”
His voice was closer. She went over her thoughts in her head to keep from concentrating on his voice and listening to his footsteps. When did she become afraid of her best friend? She had always loved him and supported him, even when she didn’t agree. So what did she do to deserve this? Just because she wasn’t willing to have a physical relationship made her a prude, and when she went out to see her parents, she was accused of being a whore. When had everything gone so wrong?
“Where are you, you little bitch!”
Without warning, the bedroom door burst open.
“There you are my little slut.”
Hermione stood slowly, her hands shaking out in front of her.
“Ron, please baby, you’re not yourself right now. Come on, I’ll take you back to your room where you can lay down and I’ll get you something to eat.”
He just stared at her, watching her move towards him. She was close enough to smell now. Just a few more steps and he would have her. He knew she didn’t have her wand; he had placed it downstairs in the kitchen when she wasn’t paying attention.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her backwards until she fell onto the bed. He forced his lips on hers with bruising force.
“Ron,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t do this, please.”
He covered her mouth with his other hand; he didn’t want to hear anymore of her pathetic whining. She moaned in fear when he ripped her shirt and skirt, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. Using her hands, she hit him and scratched at him until he moved his hand from her mouth to grasp both of her wrists and hold them above her head. As soon as his hand was gone, she wailed in protest of what was happening.
His eyes were crazed, glazed over with lust. He took his hand from her throat and moved it down to pinch her nipples through the fabric of her bra. It shocked Hermione and made her cry out again.
He punched her across the faced.
“Oh, shut up, would you? You know you want this you dirty little whore.”
Having had enough ‘foreplay’, Ron ripped her remaining clothes and freed his aching dick from his pants. He was going to enjoy this, and as much as she protested, he knew she would too.
“Ron,” she screamed. “Please don’t, I’m not ready, please. I’m begging you. RON!”
Little did she know, her screams were just making him harder. He placed himself between her legs, and without giving her anytime, he thrust into her, taking her virginity violently. He thrust in and out rapidly, stretching and tearing her, putting her in so much pain. He didn’t care. He was in his own world where he believed Hermione had been begging him to do this for months and he just hadn’t been ready yet. Suddenly, he slammed into her and came so hard he saw stars.
He pulled out and gave her a quick peck.
“Thanks love, that was amazing, but I better go shower before Mom gets home.”
He turned and left the room, not seeing or not caring that Hermione had curled herself into a little ball and was sobbing silently.
'Tomorrow', she thought. 'Tomorrow we go back to school, I live in my head girl dormitories and everything will start to get better. Tomorrow.'
Those were her last thoughts before she cried herself to sleep.
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Hey, this is my first attempt at a fanfiction and I hope that all of you like it. I know it was long, but I needed the readers to understand the background of where each character was coming from. Please R&R. I would love to know your thoughts good or bad.
~donovanwitch