Twisted Lust

"Umm Mione?"

"Yeah?"

"You can stop clinging onto me now"

"Oh. Oh yeah, sorry."

She dropped her arms, staring up at him. He stretched his arms up,
and she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping as his abs were revealed.
Mentally cursing herself for having thoughts like this, what about Draco?
Well, what could she say, getting back into her old habits meant getting back into
her previous addiction. An addiction for

sex.

"Want some breakfast?" she asked casually.

He eyed the burnt mess wearily,
"Uh sure, but maybe want me to fix something?"

She smiled to herself, was her cooking really that bad?
Yes, yes it was.

"Ok Mr. Chef. Just be good at everything!"
She raised her hands up in the air in a mock defeat, as if she was annoyed.
Other than that, she sat back and watched as he slowly collected the necessary ingredients.
Beginning to pour them together, mixing them, all that stuff.

"You're awfully quiet" he said, turning to look at her.

"Oh you know, it's just me and my thoughts trailing away."

He nodded with a smile and turned back to the oven. What a daydreamer, well what was she
daydreaming about? Running her hands along his soft skin, touching his parted lips with her
own. STOP
STOP
STOP

She couldn't think those things, but it was so inviting. When had he started to become so
attractive? Maybe anyone was attractive to her at this point, all she wanted to do was go and
grab his collar, turn him around, and -

A loud noise emanated from the parlor, it must be from the fireplace, she'd heard it before.

"Be right back" she told Harry, before scurrying along to parlor to see who it was.

Draco's eyes were unmistakable.

"Missed me yet?"

"Oh Draco I haven't seen you in forever."

"If you want to call a week forever, fine then" He laughed, it sounded so different though
in the presence of fire.
"So what have you been up to my little minx?"

"Nothing, not that much, you know, cooking."

"Cooking?"

Harry dropped a plate on the floor, it's crashing sound unmistakable.

"What was that?"

"Oh something must have fallen."

"You aren't hiding anything from me are you?"

"No. No why would you say that?"

"No reason, just you know, my paranoia with you."

"You don't have to worry about a thing Draco, nothing bad will happen at all.
Well, until you get back, then my bad side will really come out."

"Haha, well darling. I only had this quick break, but i'll see you in like three days?"

"Yes. Three days, and non the later."

"Until then. I love you."

And then his head disappeared from the flames, he was gone. And she let out a sigh
of relief she had unintentionally been holding in. She walked back into the kitchen.

"Smells good. Pancakes?"

"My specialty. So who was it?"

"Oh you know...... Draco"
She couldn't quite meet him in the eye when she said it.

Harry eventually finished preparing the food and they quietly sat by the window, looking
over the snowy grounds, indulging in their feast. Sometimes he would look up
and catch her eye, and then look down like a bashful teenager. Or she would look up and
notice him staring at her and start laughing to herself.
When they finished, they sat there looking out the window, in silence, but it was a
welcome silence, enjoying each others company.

"So what are you doing for New Years?"

"Some party Draco found, his colleagues are running it, so he wants to make a big impression,
whatever that means."

"Really....."

"Well what are you doing?"

"Not really sure. Not big on going out in the public eye, you know that."

"Well come to the party"

"No"

"Well why not"

"I don't know, you know, Draco......."

"Draco what?"

"Well I don't know if he'd really be happy to see me there."

"Oh, yeah."

She put her head down on the table, closing her eyes, like she was too tired to
sit straight. That's the way they were, but things have to pass.

"Well. I guess I better be on my way, have to pop into the ministry you know."

"Yeah, the basics on your break."

He chuckled, and they both got up. Looking at each other and laughing again, no particular
reason why. Just because.

She walked him to the door

"I'll be seeing you around Mione?"

"Most definitely"

He bent down for a hug, holding her tight against himself. And she savored it so much,
too much, rubbing her head along his shoulder line. He pulled back, pulling open the door,

"bye" he whispered to her, bending down to give her a peck on the cheek.
But somehow, her face turned just in time so that the peck landed on her lips.

"Bye Harry" she called cheerfully, shutting the door in his gaping face.

What an evil little witch she was.

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Hermione spent the rest of her days dosing about. She didn't really have anything to do,
so she thought she'd take the role as the good little housewife and clean around. Not that
she would ever, in a million years, become a housewife. So she went into rooms she'd never
really paid attention to before. In all her time at the manor, she rarely traveled outside of the basics;
bedroom, parlor, kitchen, dining, bathroom. Not really desiring to explore, the rooms by themselves
were huge enough.

So she went into the spare bedrooms, which there were many, each done up in their own respective
colors. She went into Draco's study, tidying up his papers, cleaning the dusty desks, the extra
living rooms, the drawing rooms. All which were coated in dust, no one really ever went into
them. She was going to clean the dungeons, but they just scared her too much, so she kept
the door locked heavily, even though there was nothing there. Didn't want anything leaking out.

The day before the party, she actually went into the attic, which was chock full of weird devices.
She suspected many of them had been torture devices, but they didn't really freak her out
anymore. They were all dusty and broken, not really kept in working order. Which she was glad about.
There were other objects, but she was too lazy to actually look at them all.

So after getting a glass of milk from the fridge, she proceeded to the library. One of her favorite
rooms, because of the sense of security it gave her. She sat down in the big armchair,
marveling the immensity of it all. Actually, the library did need some sprucing up. And there
was nothing to do anyway. She fetched some dusting things, and transfigured a book into
a ladder, she would need something to reach the volumes next to the ceiling.

The cleaning took most of the day, and finally she got to the top tier, the top tier which had lovely
volumes about killing and torture. Just the kind of stuff she expected to see. As she made her
way around the different volumes, she fell upon a section where everything looked out of place, like
it wanted to fall out of the shelves. She grabbed one, and all ten or so fell to the floor, ending in a dull
thud.

They better not be ruined, she couldn't imagine Malfoy being happy if they were destroyed.

She crawled back down, picking two at a time, opening and checking to see if anything was
done. The first eight were fine. But the ninth looked like it had some sort of sticking spell,
she couldn't understand it. So she fetched a knife and carefully pried two pages apart.

But it wasn't a book, it was a compartment. A compartment with a video tape inside.
Why did Malfoy manor have a video tape? They were like anti muggle everything.
And why was it sealed? Probably an embarrassing video of Malfoy when he was a baby that he
didn't want anyone to look at. The possibilities were endless.

So she grabbed her milk and tape, walking towards one of the sitting rooms in the back of the
manor, the one where she had placed a tv in, Draco had been very opposed, so she had to stick
it somewhere that no one really went to.

The room was freezing, it was isolated, at least it was clean. So she popped the video tape
into the vcr, sitting back on the sofa. But wanting more light, opening the window curtains.
She set the glass on a table and stood staring at the tape. It was just black, pitch black,
nothing at all. So boring.
She paused it and fast forwarded to the middle, why did she even bother when she could have just
magicked it.

Press play.

A few seconds later, her body hit the floor. In a faint, her arm hit the ground first,
followed by her head, tapping loudly against the wooden floor, that would bruise.

And on the tv, in full sound, in full color.

A girl was crying.

Crying as a man in a mask held her.

Crying as another man bit down on her neck,
whipping her with a spiked whip.





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What does this mean?
What's going to happen?
What is she going to do?
WHAT?!

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