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In the Dragons Lair
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
17,127
Reviews:
26
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.
Part II
Pansy slammed the door, tears streaming down her miserable face. ‘How dare he?! How dare he?! After all she went through with him! And the nerve of that Mudblood! She will pay!’
To vent her anger, Pansy trashed the room full circle, throwing the table into the wall so it stuck to the drywall. She broke every trinket and valuable, that is, until Draco marched in to witness the destruction. She stopped in her tracks, looking like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“What the hell… what is with you, Pansy?” She then composed herself and sat on the satin covered bed. “What’s wrong with me? I could as you the very same question Draco.” “What are you talking about?” he asked, agitated. “First, you yell at me for disciplining that filth for disrespecting you, then you give me a taste of the Cruciatus Curse and make me bathe the beast! And now your going to ask ‘what’s wrong me?’”
Draco glared at her, his eyes blazing. Disregarding his wand, he grabbed her by the collar and struck her. “If you’re so bothered by my actions, why don’t you leave? I don’t love you Pansy, and it annoys me greatly for you to believe otherwise!”
Pansy stared at Draco in disbelief. “But you married me… to have and to hold, Draco, to have and to hold!” Pansy cried at Draco, brandishing her fists. Draco easily caught her wrists and began to hit her. “How dare you try and attack me!” “Draco, how could you… I love you, Draco!” Pansy panted, blood trickling down her lips. Draco then felt the anger melt from his face.
“If you truly loved me… you would let me love someone else.” Draco headed for the door. He rested his hand on the doorknob before speaking, “For future reference, don’t ever… ever… call her filth, Mudblood, beast, or any degrading name again. One: it’s my job, and two: she’s better than you. You’re just too dense to see it.”
He left her, planting a seed of hate in her heart. Eyes dry as a bone, body trembling in anger or despair.
To vent her anger, Pansy trashed the room full circle, throwing the table into the wall so it stuck to the drywall. She broke every trinket and valuable, that is, until Draco marched in to witness the destruction. She stopped in her tracks, looking like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“What the hell… what is with you, Pansy?” She then composed herself and sat on the satin covered bed. “What’s wrong with me? I could as you the very same question Draco.” “What are you talking about?” he asked, agitated. “First, you yell at me for disciplining that filth for disrespecting you, then you give me a taste of the Cruciatus Curse and make me bathe the beast! And now your going to ask ‘what’s wrong me?’”
Draco glared at her, his eyes blazing. Disregarding his wand, he grabbed her by the collar and struck her. “If you’re so bothered by my actions, why don’t you leave? I don’t love you Pansy, and it annoys me greatly for you to believe otherwise!”
Pansy stared at Draco in disbelief. “But you married me… to have and to hold, Draco, to have and to hold!” Pansy cried at Draco, brandishing her fists. Draco easily caught her wrists and began to hit her. “How dare you try and attack me!” “Draco, how could you… I love you, Draco!” Pansy panted, blood trickling down her lips. Draco then felt the anger melt from his face.
“If you truly loved me… you would let me love someone else.” Draco headed for the door. He rested his hand on the doorknob before speaking, “For future reference, don’t ever… ever… call her filth, Mudblood, beast, or any degrading name again. One: it’s my job, and two: she’s better than you. You’re just too dense to see it.”
He left her, planting a seed of hate in her heart. Eyes dry as a bone, body trembling in anger or despair.