Twisted Lust

She clapped her hand over her mouth, looking towards the aisle.

Her little dream wedding, the one she'd been thinking of ever since she was little.
Gone, thrown out the window. And for what?
A drunk engagement in some Las Vegas chapel.

Not that she had anyone to attend her dream wedding.
But it would have been nice to have Harry and maybe something
more wedding-y?

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And on the other side we have Draco.

Calmly sipping his champagne. Swirling it around in the glass, savoring the taste in his mouth.
He looked out the window at the clouds underneath.
He wasn't angry, he wasn't nervous, he wasn't scared.
Probably the calmest he'd been in awhile.

Draco wasn't going to tell Hermione, but it's what he had wanted.
He was planning on asking her eventually, maybe if they hadn't gotten
so carried away with their crazy nights, maybe he would have asked her then.
But it was done, set in stone. And he was happy.
Finally finally finally. Married to the only one he would ever marry.

He actually couldn't see anything bad with the idea.
I mean, maybe it wasn't how she wanted to get married.
But who else would she marry?
There was no one else for her, and no one else for him.
It would have eventually happened.

And inside, in a dark place in his heart. There was a dark emotion growing.
Something the marriage had sealed, had set forth.


Possession.

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"It's not so bad is it?" she asked in a little timid voice.

"No, not at all" he replied, taking a long sip from his champagne, finishing it.
He turned to face her.
"Listen Hermione, maybe it wasn't how you wanted,
but i have no regrets, I want to marry you. I love you, and I don't care if it's now,
next week, next year. But I want to start my life with you, I don't want to go home
to an empty house, to no one to lie by me."

Nice one.

She smiled her characteristic grin, the sexy one she always flashed to lure men into bed.
Any other girl would be crying over how sentimental it was, but she wasn't that kind of girl.
She would never be that kind of girl.

"Where did we get these rings anyway?" she asked, staring at it in the artificial plane light.

"Who knows. If you got them, it somehow involved sex. And if I got them, probably involved
some sort of violent resistance. Whatever way, I can only imagine."

"Oh we're already on such a great path to coupleship right?"

what cute little sociopaths.

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He was sifting through the mail, it had been a month since they'd been back.

Financial stuff.
Wizard stuff.
Spam stuff.
Draco stuff.
Hermione stuff.

A letter to Hermione? Draco could only guess who it was from.
Hardly no one ever wrote to her, not that anyone knew her address.
He turned it over, noticing the scratchy blocky handwriting that could only belong to one.

Potter

He tore it open, hidden in the privacy of his study.
But he didn't have to worry, she was probably outside, sunbathing. With no swimsuit.
Just how he liked it.

To my dearest Hermione,
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah
blah
"Is Draco treating you well I hope?" blah blah blah blah
"I will come visit soon, maybe next week." blah blah blah
blah blah. A few more pages
blah blah blah blah blah

-Harry

Draco reread the letter a few more times, oh so he thought he could come here?
To Draco's manor. He'd see about that. Setting it into memory.
Draco resealed the envelope, and tossed it into the fire.

There was no way that scrawny boy was ever getting near Hermione again.

He looked through the rest of the envelopes before changing into his swimming trunks,
showing off his washboard abs. Going through the kitchen that led outside.

There she was on the stone poolside, absorbing the sun rays.
She raised her head as he approached. And almost like ESP asked
"Have you heard anything from Harry yet? He told me he'd send me a letter forever ago."

Draco tensed a little, but relaxed again. There was no way she knew.
"A letter? No, all I've been getting is financial financial financial. There isn't a thing
that's personal, unless you want to count Gringotts sending us a joint account gold statement thing."

"Oh" she said, despair in her voice, setting her face back down on the cool rock surface.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He already knew the answer.

"I miss him so much Draco, I haven't seen him in forever." her face still pressed against the rock.
"I just feel like he's ignoring me. Like he doesn't want to talk to me now that I'm with you."

She sounded so sad, so deprived.
He almost felt guilty.

He walked over and sat next to her. Trailing his legs in the water, the perfect temperature water.
He could give her anything. It could be perfect.
All she wanted was Potter.

"Are you saying that you don't enjoy my company?"
manipulate her. manipulator.

"No, no it's not that at all Draco. I love your company, it's just that..... I miss him."

"Hermione. You have to understand. People can get jealous, people can become distant. Maybe
this whole marriage thing really did have an impact on him....."

"But Draco" she said lifting her head up, resting it on her hands
"He's not like that. Harry would and will support me through anything. He wouldn't just ignore
me like that. Maybe I should call him...."

"No. You won't do that."
He was starting to get angry, but he wasn't going to let it show.
"Listen. If you call him, it's like begging. Say you didn't get invited to a party,
and then you call and call to ask when it is. And you didn't get invited.
It's sort of like that. Just, give it a few more days."

She nodded solemnly.

He bent down to kiss her, to ravage her.
But all she returned was a weak peck on the lips. Turning her head away.
She didn't want to. She just didn't want to.

There are first times for everything.

His anger was seething. He wanted to grab her and toss her, rip her shades off.
Screw her senseless on the patio, right there.
But he wouldn't.

So, instead of venting his anger physically, he jumped into the pool.
Swimming underwater for what seemed like an eternity.
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It's not that she wasn't happy.
It's just.

Marriage wasn't what she expected.

She felt young, she felt young and tied down.
Like a housewife. Like some sort of kept creature.
She had vouched that night in August, that she would never be kept a prisoner again.
Yet here she was, in a manor. Allowed to go out, but in some way restricted.
She was sure Draco was the love of her life, but what was it.
Looking back at the year past, at all the people she'd slept with.
That part of her. Secretly, and she'd never tell, she missed it, she missed her promiscuity.

And she missed Harry, she missed him so much it was like a thorn in her side.
She loved Draco, she loved him so much. But ever since they got married,
I don't know, it felt like he had been sort of holding her captive.

Like the other day. In the restaurant.

She saw someone, someone she hadn't seen for ages.
A friend of hers, from summers long past.
She wanted to stop and talk. Was Paul his name?
Then he gave her a quick hug. A friendly hug.

She saw Draco stiffen. His grip on her arm becoming vice-like.
And in his eyes, she could see something behind them, like a flash, a flash of rage.
Maybe he thought she hadn't noticed, he was quick to cover these things.
But she'd always been good at reading eyes.
So she quickly said her goodbyes, and he relaxed, loosened up a bit.
But for the rest of the night, there was an eerie silence about him.

Maybe he hadn't realized it yet. Maybe she hadn't realized it.
But every time someone touched her, some murderous instinct seemed to build up in Draco.
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It was about a week later when the doorbell rang.

Hermione was upstairs in the tub, soaking.
And Draco was downstairs, preparing some sort of basil chicken remedy.
He was a good cook. She was terrible.

She couldn't hear it, so he cleaned his hands to answer it.
Imagine his surprise at seeing Potter standing in the doorway.
A large gash on his hand, cleaned of course, but very apparent.
With messy hair, his regular clothes.

"Malfoy" he said with a curt nod.

Draco just kept staring at him, his eyes narrowing slightly, second by second.

"Ok.. Well I was just wondering. Hermione wouldn't be around would she? I mean I
wrote to her, but she never answered, so...."

"So you thought it would be ok to come over here?" Draco said in his short temper.

"Well no, but yes. I mean this is Hermione's house too."

"Maybe she didn't write back because she didn't want to see you.
Maybe she's sick of your little games."

"Games Draco? What games? What are you talking about."

"She doesn't want to see you. Please leave my property."

"Well have her tell me"

"She can't come to the door. I'll tell her you came by. Now leave."

"Not until I see her." Harry said, starting to rile up.

"Potter. I. Said. Leave." Draco seethed through his clenched teeth.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Potter began to call out, the sound filling the empty house.

He staggered back, lights in his eyes, his head spinning.
Draco retrieved his fist and swung again, hitting him square between the eyes.
Harry fell backwards, on the floor of the entrance door.
Draco bent over, picking him up by his collar.

"You come near Hermione again, you even think about approaching her in the streets. And I'll make sure
these injuries are permanent."

"Hermi-"

Draco slapped him. Hard.

"She doesn't want to see you. Now do I have to repeat myself one more time?
Get. the. fuck. out."

And he slammed the door shut.





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