desire

She looked so vulnerable just now in his arms, her eyes wide in fear. He could feel the muscles in her back tense as he tightened his grip.

Her hair brushed his hand, transporting his mind momentarily to his dream.

Remembering the skin, the touch, Oh ye gods and her mouth…..He growled--releasing her..

“Watch where your going…filthy little bitch!”

And stormed off…
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Standing there confusion racking her brain….in all of about 5 seconds she had stared in his eyes, she thought she had seen the desire again but then it changed to frustration, and then anger…and for a fleeting moment she wondered why he hadn’t said mud blood.
Dismissing it she slowly made her way to class…all the while remembering how he smelled like the cologne Izzy Miyake, and how she could have sworn he had pulled her closer.
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His hands burned as he remembered how she felt. Rubbing his hands together it seemed it made it worse. He felt anxious, crazed, bring his hands up to his forehead as a sign of frustration he search his mind for reasons he was so out of control of his emotions.

There could be so many things.

After last year he thought for sure no one would believe him, that no one would talk to him and that he might be the youngest wizard to be sentenced to Azkaban. And yet none of these things had happened.

After the defeat of Voldemort, he had been taken before the Wizengamot. He told them how he couldn’t kill Dumbledore, he told them that before all this happened he had been talking to him, and he had began to start and think differently about what his family expected of him, it was just he was so scared for his life his whole family--excluding his mother-- had put so much pressure on him with threats of banning him from the family to a threat of killing him if he did not hurry with his task. He pleaded guilty for letting the other Death Eaters in the castle swearing he did it for his life, and how he had felt sorrow for the damage they had caused. How he promised that he would pay for it. How he cried at the trial, pleading for forgiveness.

Harry had testified that he saw Draco back down and that it was in fact Snape that had killed Dumbledore. How it seemed that Snape had to pretty much drag Draco away.

He served the summer in a Detention center for young wizards and witches.

Camp Dragon heart~

At camp he had to learn how to get along without magic. No one was allowed a wand. Not the officials that monitored the delinquents, the Warden, even the paper pushers who were no where near the housing facilities. But rest assured there had been many monitors placed around the premises the prevented any rogue to perform magic within miles of the area.

It was hard at first. He had to learn to was using muggle devices called a washer and dryer. He learned how to make his bed, cook, and clean. He learned the satisfaction of a hard days work, and grew to appreciate how his life had been.

Later he was surprised when he received an owl inviting him to return to Hogwarts for his final year, and even more surprised that he was named Head boy. Hope had made its way into his heart as he read the excerpt under the invitation.

………Mr. Malfoy, as the newly appointed Head Mistress of Hogwarts I tried my best to put what differences there were behind me. I wanted to do what was best for each and every student. You are being invited because I believe that is what Dumbledore would have wanted, it is in his nature to forgive and hope that students will apply themselves for betterment.
As for payment for damages rendered during last years most grievous events you are only to work hard at your studies and work hard at your personal reforment. If there is a chance that some good could come out of this I dearly hope it so…

Sincerely
Minerva McGonagall

Of course he took the chance and returned to school. Quickly weaving lies to his fellow slytherins that it was an act and how he had rebelled at the camp, and that they had let him go because of course he was a Malfoy. And no one messed with his family. The imbeciles ate it up like chocolate frogs. And again he was respected among his friends.

He no longer felt hatred for muggles, but he kept up his pretence to keep is standing in the eyes of those around him. He hated not being listened to, not having authority…so he lied and lied to keep others in their place…
But now what was going on? This whole thing with the dream, and the figure that seeped into his thoughts. Hermione. What punishment was this? Did his subconscious want to torture him as well… making him want the one person that would alienate him from everything he knew.

His family had been killed during the war so my pure happenstance did he inherit the Malfoy estate, but he still was in the public eye of every Death Eater that had escaped with clever lies of their own, or his peers that had been left parentless because of his actions.

Either way becoming involved with her was out of the question.

Looking up, noticing the time…thank goodness I have a free hour next he thought to himself.

When class was over he made his way through the halls, enjoying the quiet click of his shoes the echoed off the walls of the empty halls. Here and there he saw fellow students some in his year some younger. Passing the library he stopped, between mini pillars that made a make-shift window into the hall he saw her…

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Hermione was reading, but thoughts of the events from earlier that day made hard for her to concentrate on the words….her vision kept blurring and all she could smell was his cologne. Taking a deep breath she tried to read the page again, but when she looked up to refocus she noticed him. Trying to be non-chalant she quickly looked at the pages again..not really reading but desperately trying to make it look that way. She placed the book down on the table and chanced a glance at the window..ahhhh he was still there.
Unconsciously she bit her lip hoping that he would leave.
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He watched her..laughing inwardly at her discomfort. It pleased him that he could cause her distress without doing much of anything….but when he saw her bite her lip…he couldn’t help but think that he would like to be the one biting her lips. He turned from the window, and backed into a doorway hiding himself from passersby.

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She couldn’t take it anymore she had to get out of there. Chancing a glance she noticed he wasn’t there anymore. Quickly gathering her things she left. When she was in the hall looking both ways for any sign of her tormentor. She turned down the hall.

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From the doorway he was in he saw her exit the library, he noticed the relief on her face when she saw he wasn’t there…he watched her coming closer. Her breast lifting with each step. He wanted her….with a quick step he reached for her and pulled her into the doorway pressed her up against the wall, her eyes wide in shock as he decended on her lips……