Slaughter

AN: Hallo! I was just sitting there tonight and I suddenly got hit with all this inspiration for this story so... here it is. We've got a fair few developments going on in this chapter relationshipswise, but yes it's okay there's some gratutious smut in there as well ;) I've already started writing the next chapter of this and at the end we've got a wee excerpt from it for all you loyal readers because you've put up with a lot of crap from me in the past! Just so we know we've got probably in the realm of five chapters or so left in this story before it draws back to the opening point. After that there might be a sequal if people want one... other than that, that'll be it :) So read and review and let me know if it was worth my while to come back lol.




“Miss Granger, if you’re not going to at least pretend to keep your eyes on your work, perhaps it’s best you simply... leave my classroom.”

“No Professor Snape, I’m sorry, it wont happen again.”

“Yes well, let’s see that it doesn’t shall we?”

Hermione blushed, turning her eyes back to the weathered and stained pages of the book on her desk. Try as she might she couldn’t keep her eyes on her potion, her mind just kept straying. She hated this, hated not being able to focus on her work. This whole, awful situation was so screwed up. She was still seeing Michael, Lord Bless him, and he was still the perfect boy. She knew how lucky she was to be with a boy who treated her as well as he did, but she just felt nothing. That was a lie. She liked him, she liked kissing him, she liked being with him. But she didn’t love him. She wasn’t sure if she ever could love him.

As if he felt her thoughts, his hand slipped into hers and gave it three quick squeezes. I love you. Oh lord she couldn’t handle him saying he loved her. He’d been hinting it lately, and they’d been going out for about five months now so it wasn’t completely unexpected, but she couldn’t imagine a world where she would say it back and mean it. Still, she gave him the four quick squeezes back that meant I love you too. He smiled to himself and then ducked his head back into his books. She attempted to do the same.

After class they wandered the lake, hands still intertwined. It was getting cold out and their breaths came in short, milky puffs of air. “Hermione, is everything alright?” He asked, coming to a halt. He turned so they faced each other, bodies almost but not quite brushing up against one another. His eyes bored into hers, staring down at her with a look of concern. “You’ve seemed a bit out of it for the past few months. Ever since I came back from Christmas holidays. The girl I know is smart, funny, passionate... where is she?”

Hermione sighed and looked down, swallowing deeply. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on... everything’s just... argh, I don’t know.” She turned away from him, sinking onto the cold, wet ground, knees curled up towards her chest. She stared out at the lake, watching the giant squid swim a lazy backstroke across it, not turning her head when she heard him sink down beside her.

“Is it me?”

“No, you’re amazing. You put up with me studying and never having time for you and you’re so great, and I just don’t deserve a guy like you.”

“Hermione, that’s sweet, but don’t bullshit me.”

She felt his eyes watching her, and reluctantly she turned towards him. “I cheated on you. With Malfoy.”

Silence.

Neither of them said anything for a full minute, their eyes locked on each other. His face was blank, but his eyes flashing rage. God why had she said that, she didn’t have to tell him that. He was going to tell people now, Harry and Ron would never talk to her again. Malfoy had been right, she was a whore.

“Malfoy? Why Malfoy? Fucking hell Hermione, it could’ve been with anyone but him.”

“I.. I don’t know why I did it. I know it sounds clichéd but it just happened. And I know I’ve screwed everything up between us but –“

“Do you like him?”

“What? No, God no.” She looked down, her voice tiny at this point, breaking his gaze and staring once more at the ground, her finger idling through the wet grass. “I hate him. Honestly, I hate him, he’s an blood-purist asshole.”

“Are you going to do it again?” His voice was so hurt, so small and quiet, she couldn’t believe she’d hurt him like this.

“No, I promise. I know you cant forgive me but please, just don’t, don’t hate me too much please?”

“I don’t hate you. I, shit Hermione why him? I love you, but you’re making it fucking hard for me.”

“How can you say that? How can you say you love me when I just told you... the most horrible thing.”

She felt his fingers beneath her chin, pushing it upwards so that she was forced to look at him. The fingers grazed her cheek and she instinctively leaned her head towards them, wishing she could love him. He leaned in to kiss her and she let him, her mouth moving against his automatically. He pressed against her lips, kissing her harder, pressing her backwards into the grass. Slowly she let herself be pushed, felt his hard weight covering her body as her back fell against the wet grass. Beyond everything that had happened, she felt herself responding to him. Her hands roamed across his back, taking purchase of the scruff of his neck and pulling him closer, harder against his. She wanted to feel his weight erase all the traces of Malfoy on her skin, erase her feelings for him and all her traitorous thoughts. So she concentrated on feelings, not thoughts. She concentrated on his hands pushing beneath her shirt, tracing a rough path over her belly, roaming upwards onto her breasts. Grabbing and pushing roughly at her bra and pulling it downwards so that his hands could bead the nipple below. She concentrated on her own hands over his body, tried not to think about the differences between his big, blocky body and Malfoys thin, lithe one.

She thought about how warm his skin always was even in the cold wintery air, hoped that no one caught them but knew that they wouldn’t. They were far away enough from the school that most people didn’t bother making it this far out, and especially not on a day like today. Her fingers trembled as they unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders a little and whimpering as his hands toyed with her nipples. Still they kissed, feverishly, frantically as she wrapped a leg around his waist, both their breathes coming out in sharp gasps and ragged moaning. They said nothing, but both simultaneously dragged their hands downwards, both silently agreeing to take care of their own zips and buttons, briefly pausing as they each took a second to concentrate on the task at hand. Flies undone they wriggled their hips till her skirt shimmied upwards and his pants pooled around his hips. The wet grass was crushed beneath them as she took his cock in hand, clenching lightly around it as she ran her hand up and down the length of it (and it was quite a length), one fingertip circling the very tip of it. His buried his face in her neck, whispering a quick hail to God as his teeth brushed against her skin. Gently squeezing as she continued to run her hand up and down his cock, she found herself enjoying it, enjoying the power she apparently had over him.

After a few minutes he pushed her hand away and looked into her eyes for the first time since she’d told him what she’d done. She nodded, understanding what he was asking her. Biting her lip, she shut her eyes as she felt him push her panties down and slide into her. She couldn’t help herself, her first thought was ...so this is sex huh? It felt a little weird, like she was being stretched out from the inside out. And then as he began to push deeper inside her, it started to feel a little better, almost good. She moaned a little as his finger reached down to brush her clit, pushing her body up against his as he pressed down on her. Yeah, it was definitely starting to feel good, in fact if she concentrated on this she could almost obliterate all her thoughts of doing this with another boy. Fuck, she forced her mind to go blank again, to concentrate on the feeling. His cock sliding hard into her, fingers brushing in circles against her clit, her body turning into a thick mass of nerve endings as she gasped against him in the cold air.

He was moving faster against her now, flesh slapping against flesh, as they both tried to catch their breath but couldn’t, didn’t even care that they couldn’t. Her legs locked at the ankles around his waist, her hips lifting off the ground with each simultaneous thrust that their bodies made. God yes, this was good. This was pure sensation, this was feeling not thinking. She cried out, came and then felt the sensation begin to build again within her body. His free hand pulled her thigh up, so that he could get harder, deeper inside her, as his thrusting became more hurried, shorter and then finally, slowed and stopped. Collapsing against her in the ground, they both slowly caught their breath, taking huge laboured gasps of air.

Pushing himself up on his elbows, Michael looked down at her, a wee smile on his face. Brushing a strand of hair out of her sweaty face as she blushed and looked away, he slowly pushed himself off of her, buttoning his shirt again and pulling his pants up again. She pulled her bra down again, smoothing her shirt down over her stomach again and tucking it into her skirt. “Well that, certainly escalated quickly.” He said, not quite able to keep the grin off of his face. Hermione on the other hand couldn’t quite face looking at him. She had no idea where that had come from, one minute they’d been talking about how she’d cheated on him and the next they were... having sex.

“Umm, so, well, about what we were talking about?”

“Hermione, I’m not going to say I’m not pissed, cause that was fucking stupid what you did. But I think for now I’m just going to pretend nothing happened okay?”

“You don’t have to do that Michael, I understand if you cant forgive me.” Hermione tucked her beneath herself, still reeling from what had just happened.

“Come on Hermione, don’t be so grown up about this. Do you want to still be with me?” He stood up, offering her his hand to pull her up. Taking it, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. He was an amazing guy and she owed it to him to give things another chance. Things with Malfoy were never going to go anywhere, she couldn’t even pretend to herself that they could. Michael was a boy she could actually be with, a boy who didn’t make her feel sick, didn’t make her want to scream or feel like trash.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” As she spoke she felt herself smile, growing sure that this was what she wanted. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

“Come on then. Lets go back inside, maybe you can finally show me the bedroom of that head girls room of yours. You know I’m going to have to hex Malfoy right? Like seriously, his balls will be my trophy.” Taking her hand, they began to walk back towards the school, bodies brushing intimately against each other and displaying an ease that only two people who’d been as close as two people could be could have. Hermione couldn’t believe it had been that easy, that he’d just let it go like that. She should have told him months ago, then she wouldn’t have been feeling this awful for so long. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders.

She laughed at the joke he’d made, feeling better than she had for months. She was suddenly sure, this was the guy for her. Pulling him as she hurried ahead of him, both of them eager to get back into the dorm rooms to continue with what they’d started out by the lake under the watchful eye of the giant squid.

And slowly, from under the shadows of the forest, a silent figure stepped out and followed them back.




Excerpt from the next chapter (yes it’s already underway, my creative juices are suddenly all flowing and such):

“I saw you! I saw you out there with him! Do you just spread your legs for anyone now?” She whimpered as his fingers dug into her chin, bruising the tender skin beneath. “You let me touch you, I got there first, and he stole my fucking right.” Crying out, his hand suddenly shoved itself into her mouth like a gag, blocking her scream before it had a chance to echo through the empty hallways. Not that anyone could have heard her anyway, he’d made sure of that. God he looked angry, like he was ready to kill her. “He thinks he’s going to hex me? I will destroy him; I’m going to make him wish he’d never picked up a wand.” Biting down on his hand, Hermione took the chance as he hissed in pain to make a bolt for it. She’d almost made it to the door when she felt strong arms wrap around her body and drag her back. She felt a wand pressed against the tip of her head and a whispered “Incarcerous,” before her body sunk in defeat as rough ropes snaked around her limbs. “Now, I’m going to show you how a real man treats a woman,” he murmured as he dragged her motionless body back into the depths of the room, a rough, drunken chuckle escaping from his lips as he did so.