Twisted Lust

"Hello Draco"

He wasn't sure what to reply, so he just sort of stood there staring.

"Well-"

"What brings you here?" he cut in

"Here? That's funny. I live here."

"You? Live here?"

"Why yes. Is that hard to believe?"

"I just thought you were living with Potter"

He regretted saying it, a sudden spark of recognition struck in her eyes,
followed by a sort of, what could you call it,
a sort of dark, shadowed look.

"No, I did at the beginning. But then he had to some 'stuff'
and so I left"

"Oh"

"Yeah"

They sounded like awkward teenagers.
Take away a year, and that's what they were.

"What have you been up to?" she asked. Trying to sound like she couldn't care less,
she was very bad at hiding her true intentions.

"Oh you know, the usual. Living. Working. That stuff"

"That's nice"
But she most definitely did not find it nice.
Draco was trying to make it sound like he was just fine,
but she could hear some sort of desperation in his voice.

"Well, I guess I better go.... you know, mingle. Whatever
you're supposed to do at these kinds of parties. It wasn't even
my idea, I just have a 'proper' location. And"
She stopped herself. Talking quickly when she was nervous,
he hadn't seen her nervous before.

"Yeah"

She walked over to him and gave him a hug, a hug which should have been short
and friendly and non-emotional at all. But the moment her fingers latched onto his back,
his arms encircled her and pulled her close. Breathing in her familiar scent.
Feeling those curves for the first time in over a month. Feeling like
some part of him was alive, even if it was for a second.
And as soon as she pulled away, he wanted to grab her, pull her away
take her back to his house, he didn't want to leave her here with
a million men vying for her attention.

She looked him in the eye briefly
"Ok.... bye" and she turned and began to walk to some
human infested location.

"Hey Hermione" he called out, over the dull throb of some song.

She spun around, causing half the male population in that room to
drop their mouths.

"Yea?"

"You're still wearing your ring"

"Oh" she looked a little embarrassed, like she had been caught doing something bad.
She began to turn to continue to her destination,
before looking back at him.

"Like you said, it's forever."

And she was gone.

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"Were you talking to her?!" his coworker asked,
incredulity on his face.
"She won't talk to anyone and she talks to you.
I knew it, i knew it. I shouldn't have shown her to you.
I should have asked her out before you got her claws into her"

It was lunchtime, the short break in Gringotts where goblins weren't
staring at them like vultures.

"It's not a big deal" Draco said absent minded, trying to look like he could
care less.

Oh no. It was a big deal.

"Well I don't care, do you know her? Please tell me you
guys are like cousins or something."

Draco nearly spit out his coffee.
Thank god they weren't cousins.

"No, it's not like that.
And we are NOT cousins."

"Whatever, I didn't even get to find out her name.
This sucks, this day sucks. Now i'm going to have dreams
about someone I don't even know."

"Won't be the first time then will it?" Draco asked snidely.

That shut him up.

But it shut up Draco too. Now he had to cope with the idea that other
men were dreaming about her, who knows what kind of dreams they were having.

Not that he wasn't dreaming about her. Let alone thinking of her every second of the day.
He couldn't help it. He was actually thinking about what she was doing every minute
of every day. He was obsessed, but maybe not so much as he had been before.
Ok, that was a lie, as much as before, probably more because he couldn't see her.
But at least he didn't feel as possessive, Ok maybe just a little.

He was going to come visit her, he wasn't leaving until she came back with him,
and he knew just when to do it.

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"So I brought some wine?"

"You're hopeless, don't you understand I have like a fridge full of it,
I guess I'll have to feed it to some children."

"What a good influence you are!"

Hermione laughed, pushing Harry in the chest.

He'd been back for what seemed like forever.
Actual time: two weeks.

Harry had been staying her flat. In her comfy adobe
Hah, yeah right. The furniture-less house.
Basically, they'd go to sleep in her gigantesque bed.
[AND NO. it was strictly sleeping]
And in the morning she'd wake up to the smell of pancakes and such.

She was happy Harry was a heavy sleeper,
because she could never have explained her screaming,
waking up, sleeping on the floor routine.
She didn't want him to know about her nightmares.
So she figured the best way was to sleep on the floor,
where the bed wouldn't shake from her trembling,
where she could quietly cast a silencing charm on herself.

They went out to dinner at night,
or he would cook some terrible meal she had to pretend she liked.

It was going to be short lived, he was leaving again in a week.
And then she'd be alone, alone to laugh with herself.
Maybe she was better alone. She had so much fun with Harry.
But it was a bit annoying to live with him every day, and she really
wanted to see Draco, but she couldn't do that with Harry around.

So eventually Halloween rolled around.
Hermione bought loads and loads of candy bars to pass out,
even though she was certain no one would come.
She lived in a flat after all, not a ring the doorbell house.

They decided to order in chinese food, and then watch some
random movie on tv.
Oh yes, Harry had bought a tv, saying she couldn't live without one.
Yes she could, but she wasn't about to tell him that.

After consuming massive amounts of packaged food and reading
their silly fortunes.

"You will own a duck" (who came up with these?)

She stretched her arms over her head, her rumpled sweater stretching out.
"I'm going to take a shower, and you can have the joy of handing out candy
bars to non existent trick or treaters!"

She laughed, he nodded.
Still staring at the tv, lost in some depth of thought.

She came out a while later, wearing her typical little negligee she always wore.
But with boxer shorts, just a negligee was kind of weird around Harry.
Her hair framed her face in a way all those guys must have been dreaming of her.
Wet little ringlets falling onto her shoulders.

Harry was sitting, eyes still glazed over, he looked bored.
She sat down next to him, snuggling closer, she was cold.
He pulled her next to him, his large arm grabbing onto her shoulder,
pulling her closer. Like a brother. Sort of.

"I'm so cold. Tell me why I didn't move to some tropical location instead?"

"Because you had to have it cold so you could ask me to warm you up?"
he asked suggestively, raising his eyes at her, winking.

"You're such a guy?" she laughed, pretending to slap him.

"Wow Hermione, nice comeback."

She rolled her eyes, and rested her head on his lap.

Eventually the tv switched to some weird little documentary
about nymphomaniacs. HOW FUCKING IRONIC.

"I wonder what it feels like to need sex like every second" Harry wondered aloud.

"You should know, you're a GUY" she laughed.

"No, guys THINK about it all the time, they don't need it
like always."

"Yeah" she didn't really want to get into a conversation with
Harry about sex addicts. That was verging to close to some hidden truths.

She was starting to fall asleep, and ever so slightly, she happened to roll
off the sofa. Oh yes, sofa, another thing Harry bought.

And as she fell on the floor, her negligee managed to get caught on his
belt buckle, and tear.
Leaving nothing to his imagination.

She immediately sat up, ripping the material from his belt, covering herself.
She was embarrassed, she didn't like being embarrassed.

"Be right back"

"It's fine with me"

"Harreeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she rolled her eyes again.

Coming back a moment later in a new negligee,
"Take off your belt buckle"

His mind couldn't help but wander.

Slowly he took it off, dropping it on the cold floor,
and then she settled back on him. Like before.

They were now at some heated part in the documentary about
how sex addicts satiated their cravings.
And it wasn't helping the sort of tenseness growing in Hermione.

"Well, I think it's time for me to sleep."

She got up, bent down to give him his goodnight kiss on the forehead.

As he kissed her full on the lips.
She pushed away instantly, maybe it was just an accident,
she hoped.

"Umm goodnight"

She started to walk away, taking quick little steps.
He managed to grab her wrist and pull her back.
Kissing her again, prodding into her mouth.
She pushed away again, with more force.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop, you know you want this. The flashing, all of it, it's so staged!"
he said with a laugh, grabbing her, pushing her onto the floor
and kissing her again.

She started fighting, not too much, she didn't want to hurt him,
but he wouldn't get off. He started lifting her negligee,
trying to take it off, his hands starting to roam.
And she kept fighting, pushing against his chest, trying to make him stop.
He lifted his mouth to breath.

"Stop"

He laughed again, beginning to kiss her more urgently, his hands
traveling dangerously up her thigh.

So. she kneed him, right in the balls.

"What the fuck? Hermione why did you?"

She thought she was going to be sick, the room was spinning
her mind was spinning. Millions of thoughts flashing through it.
"You, you. So you take me away from Draco. You take me away.
You convince me his bad, you take me away from the one person
and, and you just
you come and live with me, and you're coming to live with me
and you're laughing with me. And all along. All you wanted was
this, all you wanted was sex or some sick, what, Harry what?"

"Hermione, no, it's not like that"

He made a motion towards her.

"Stop. Stop where you are.
Stay right there, stay right there."

She was trembling, she was defenseless as usual.

"I'm sorry Hermione, i'm sorry, i just thought."

"You thought wrong"

He made a motion, she stepped back farther.

"I'm sorry, i'm sorry Hermione. I love you,
I don't want to hurt you, I don't know what got into me."
He was just spitting it out as it came to him.

He made a motion towards her again, she didn't step away.
He hugged her, and she breathed, it was a breath of relief.
But he mistook it for a moan.
So he started to kiss her again, backing her into the wall.
She tried to kick him, but she couldn't, not in this positon.
So she bit his tongue, hard, really hard.
There was blood. She wasn't a stranger to bites.

He pushed back, his hand covering his mouth,
it was painful. She knew how it felt.

And just at that moment.
There was a knock on the door.

They ignored it. He was still holding his hand over his mouth.
And she, slowly sliding into a corner of the room, cornering herself unknowingly.

The knock continued.

"We don't have Candy!" Harry called out, blood on his chin.

The knock persisted.
He wiped it off, throwing it onto the floor.
Going to the door, and pulling it open a bit, a bit so that you could just
make out a girl crying in a corner.

"We don't have candy." Harry said, looking at the floor. Annoyed.

"I didn't come here for candy." That all too familiar voice,
Harry looked up, it was Draco.

And to Draco he could see Harry, he could see blood frothing slightly from his mouth,
and as he looked behind Potter, he saw Hermione.
On the floor in a corner, crying. Her face hidden behind her hands, her clothing
slightly rumpled.
Draco looked from her, to Potter, from her, to Potter.
It was clicking in his head.

Potter started to close the door.
But Draco stuck his foot in the opening, pushing it open with
a force unknown. Potter tried to resist. But Draco just
pushed him onto the floor, sent him skidding across the emptiness.

And he kept walking, walked straight to Hermione, and picked her up.
She was so small in his hands. Unaware of anything.

She had just become aware that she had been picked up.

"No please, please, no more, no more"

A hand descended over her eyes, gently.

"There will be no more"

And slowly, every so slowly the voice filled her head.
The most comforting voice in the world.
The unmistakable voice of one person.

She lifted the hand off her eyes,
pushing it down gently.
Looking up at the man who'd saved her countless times.

And he led her out.
Amid the calls of Potter's
"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! come back come back"

And he took her out of solitude and betrayal.





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i actually really liked writing this chapter.
so next up. we have the aftermath.
can she get like more abused?

so. tell me what you thought?
tell me what you think so far?
all that good stuff.

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