Twisted Lust

I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY for not updating
i know it's been like a month since the last chapter came out.
and i'm reeallllly sorry. but my computer crashed and then when i tried
to write it was just horrible.

i would recommend reading a few chapters back to refresh your memory.
but other than that.

here is the finale to Twisted Lust:
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"I found it. I found it all."

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She waved her hand and it all disappeared, the house returning to silence one again.

He slowly raised his head to look up at her, his perfect vision marred in water.

She stared back at him, her eyes the same as his.

“I didn’t-”

“Don’t lie, to me.” she said in a severe tone, cutting him off.
“This is it, this is the dungeons, this is the weapon, everything is in this god damn house, with you. And to think I lived here, HERE, where I was tortured and raped. All at the cost of your hands.”

She knelt down in a rapid motion, grabbing his hands off the floor.
“THESE hands.”
She threw them back down on the ground again, and sat back down on her knees, her dress become sullied at it’s contact with the ground.

“You like this dress Draco? I put it on especially for you, I knew it would affect you, I knew you’d just want to tear it off. Am I right?”

He didn’t say anything.

“AM I RIGHT?” she said louder, her eyes flickering in the low light.

“You’re right. I did want to tear it off you, it did affect me” wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of hearing more than she asked for.

“You see Draco. I was cleaning, well you can imagine me cleaning, in barely anything. And this tape just happened to fall of the top shelf in the library. Can you guess what tape that was?”

“That tape” Draco whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Yes, good. THAT tape.” she said smugly.
“Now what would a tape be doing in a Malfoy’s house? The Malfoy’s who curse the muggle world and it’s existence. I just had to see what it was. So, look what I see.”

His eyes continued to bore into hers, her voice lightly echoed off the walls.

“Come with me Draco” she said, holding out her hand for him to take it.

He stared a while longer before accepting it, and the moment it was clasped in her own, she pulled him up, off the ground. Leading him through the dark corridor, his eyes looked at her from behind; dead.

They climbed up each step until arriving back into the main house, and up again, another flight of stairs. Not stopping till they had reached the top of the stairs, then she let go of his hand. The moment she let go, it dropped by his side, he had no energy to move on his own.

“The funny thing, Draco darling, the funny thing I realized. Is all of these things, they all led back to you. They all led me to you. I would have never developed that habit, if it weren’t for all these things. I would have never turned to you in my time of need. I would have never fallen in love with you.”

She whispered the last words, without a trace of remorse, sadness dripping from her every sentiment.

“And you want to know what really makes me laugh, makes me want to fall over laughing?” she asked, her voice full of sarcasm.

“What Hermione? What really makes you laugh?”

She breathed in and opened her eyes,
“You cured me, it was you that saved me from it all. You finished what you started.”

She looked up at him again and began to turn, when he reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him.

“Hermione”

“What is it Draco, what can you possibly say to me now”

“It wasn’t me who started it. It wasn’t me who had the idea, I didn’t execute it, I……
I-”

“You had nothing to do with it?” she asked, sounding hopeful and skeptic at the same time.

“No, no I did have something to do with it. But I never told you, I couldn’t tell you, I couldn’t bring myself to knowing what I had done, what I had created.”

“Why are you denying it? You’re just telling me what I already know”

“No, no Hermione, I’m not telling you what you know.”

“Then what did you Draco? What did you DO?” she said with a sob, a loud scream, she needed to know, she just had to know.

And he bent his head down and kissed her, and she kissed him back. It was savage and painful, just like it had been that time in the shower. But for him, his kiss was of need, of desperation, of desire, of wanting, And as for her, it was of passion, and fury, and anger, hate. He kissed on her as if his life depended, while she kissed him as if she was trying to kill him. Neither could let go, neither could stop the overwhelming sensation they had.

And she pushed him down, pushed him down onto the floor and kept kissing him, her hands roughly pushing his chest down, trying to push him through the floor. Attacking.

Draco tried to grab her, but she wouldn’t let him, every time his hands came across her waist, she would bite harder on his lip, smack them away. And he tried to pull her shirt off, she broke the kiss and slapped him with all the force she could muster. Then bent down and kissed him again, ripping his shirt with her hands, he rolled over her. No, he couldn’t control her, and she pushed him over again, and as he rolled over her once more, they reached the edge of the stairs and began to fall, tumbling down and down the thirty two steps.

With every turn their heads would knock into the solid wood steps, with every turn they would cling at each other more and more, the clinging digging into each other’s skin. Grappling with unknown forces.

Draco ripped the laces off her bustier dress the moment they landed on the floor, he had landed on top.

She tried to fight him, punched him in the jaw, but he wouldn’t let her, and he tore off her dress down the middle. It was flimsy anyways.

Now Hermione was completely divested, and she again tried to push him off of her, but he wouldn’t let her, every time she rolled to the side, he would push her back over, he had to stay on top, he had to stay in control.
She tore his belt off, the pants coming away with it. And he immediately impaled himself within her, still holding her down. And she still tried to fight.

“WHY DID YOU DO IT” she screamed thrusting back to meet him.

“I DIDN’T FUCKING DO IT” he moaned as he thrust into her again.

“YES YOU DID, THE EVIDENCE IS EVERYWHERE” she screamed before he captured her mouth in another ferocious kiss.

“I WAS THE SUPPLIER, I WAS THE SUPPLIER. IT WAS MY MONEY, IT WAS MONEY ALL ALONG. BUT I DIDN’T DO IT. I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT IT WAS FOR, I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS FOR YOU” he yelled, and in that moment she pushed him over and finally took the control she desired.

“Money, that’s all, just your money”

“Just my money, just my money Hermione” he said, remarkably clear as she rode him.

“Then you know who did it, you know who organized the whole thing”

“yes, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t do anything. He would have told you it was my money, he knew too many things, I couldn’t tell you.”

“Then why are you telling me now” she groaned as he bit down on her neck.

“BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYMORE, IT DOESN’T MATTER”

“WHY WAS IT ALL HERE” she could feel something start in her.

“He put it here when we looked through the house”

“NO, SURELY NOT, YOU CAN’T BE TALKING ABOUT….”

She screamed as she came, and he did as well, both cut off from the tirade, both cut off from the constant bickering at one another.

She fell on top of him, both of them breathing heavily, their chest moving with the rhythm of the clock chiming that it was midnight.

New Years.

“Yes Hermione” Draco started
“I’m talking about Harry”

“What?! No, you’re lying again, you’re lying to me”

“Give me veritaserum, give me a fucking gallon of veritaserum, put me in azkaban, I’m telling you the truth. Don’t you see it in my eyes, look in my damn eyes Hermione, don’t you see I’m telling you the truth.”

Yes, yes he was telling her the truth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

She thought quickly.
“But why did you give him money? He had tons and tons of money sitting in a vault.”

“He told me he’d spare me, after the events of the year, after everything. I would always be a target, I didn’t know it was for you.” grabbing her face so she would look at him when he said it.

“I didn’t know. It was. For you.”

Hermione fell forwards again, hiding her face in the crook of Draco’s neck, she didn’t want to show him the emotions she held.

“But you did know it was for something bad didn’t you Draco?” she mumbled into his neck.

“I didn’t know it was for you, I didn’t know it was for you.”

She slowly pushed herself off of him, her mind set on what she had to do.

“Hermione, where are you going?” he called out anxiously.

“Stay there, just stay there, I’ll be right there.”

His head fell back on the stone floor, still breathing heavier than usual, with a shirt on of course.

Shakily, she grabbed the bottle out of the cupboard, she had saved it for so long.
Pouring it into two glasses, already tears were forming in her eyes.

She had to, she just had to.

“Draco” she called out softly, sitting down beside him.

He turned his silver eyes looking back up at her.

“I want you to know, I love you, I love you more than anything, more than anyone.”

“I love you to, I would never hurt you, I would, I couldn’t live with myself, I couldn’t live with myself when I knew what happened, when it happened to you.”

“Shhhhhh” she placed a finger to his mouth.

Silently, she placed the goblet in his hands,
“drink this Draco, drink this and make our sorrows dissapear.”

He eyed her before taking a sip, it tasted horrible.

“What is this?” he asked.

She ignored the question

“Why are you crying Hermione, why are you crying?”

She closed her eyes, letting two more tears slide down her cheeks.

“The reason I told you Draco, the reason I told you I love you. It’s that
I love you
I love you, but I can’t live knowing what happened.”

“Hermione what are you sayi-”

“Do you remember, do you remember when you told me if you died, you’d want to with me kissing you.”

His eyes flashed dangerously to the goblet on the ground, the unmistakable taste of poison filling his mind.

“Wish granted”

And she knelt down and kissed him for the last time, not letting him get up to heal himself, holding him back, preventing him from surviving. And as the kiss deepened, their hearts slowly stopped beating.

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Harry had hurried back to the manor, he knew Hermione had to be there.
He knew Draco was probably angry, so all the more reason to get back right?

Of course he couldn’t apparate there, as he wasn’t part of the Malfoy name, so he had taken a long time to get there, it was quite far away. Driving by parties and parties of people celebrating the new year.

At last he reached their street, and ran towards the door, knocking quickly.
He stood there and knocked for ten minutes, not a sound, not a word escaping from within.

Where were they? He thought to himself.

Surprisingly, the door was not closed, so quietly, he opened it.
To the sight of two naked bodies wrapped in one another, with no sign of breath from either.

Harry ran to where they were, and pulled Hermione off of Draco, shaking her,

‘Hermione! HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
His cries going on forever, but she never responded.

“HERMIONE! HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” he cried over and over again, bringing her still warm body close to him,

The wind blowing in from outside.


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He drained yet another glass of champagne, starring at the sealed caskets of Hermione and Draco. Alcohol was the only way to drown out these thoughts.

It was him, who had transported them to St. Mungo’s, it was him who was the first to hear they were both………

Deceased.

And it was Harry who had arranged the funeral.
Arranged for all of the thousand people who had attended.

Never seeing her body since the night in the hospital, never seeing her again.

Ron had attended, much to his surprise, he hadn’t seen him in a while.

Everyone had crowd around Harry, telling him their deepest condolences, and frankly, he felt suffocated.

Pushing through the door to the street, Harry leaned against a wall, still trying to ignore the feeling of emptiness that had consumed him.

But his thoughts were interrupted.

“Mister, mister” a little boy tugged on the edge of his sleeve.
“Mister” the little boy said again.

Harry opened his eyes and looked down.

“Package for you mister” the little boy said, handing a small brown parcel in Harry’s hands.

Using his hands, he tore the brown tape which held it together and flipped it over so that the contents would fall into his hands.

Hearing someone laugh, Harry looked up at a group of guys walking down the street, without a care in the world, no one they knew was dead. He envied them. Blinking he looked at the one with platinum silver hair, funny how everyone with that hair color reminded him of Draco.

Remembering that the he was holding something in his hands, Harry looked back down.
Nearly jumping in fright. A tape, a muggle tape

“FOR HARRY” written on the top.

“You, boy, you there, who gave you this?” Harry called out to the little boy.

The little boy smiled “a pretty pretty lady with auburn eyes and curly hair”





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so, once again, sorry.
i hope you liked the ending,
ever since i started writing this story, i have thought about how i wanted
it to end.

having hermione tell draco she couldn't live with him knowing
has been in my mind forever, and i'm glad i could finally write it
down on paper.

as well as the whole kiss thing

thank you so much to all of you that read my story
it really meant a lot
all of your comments, everything.

so, other business
doesn't the ending sound like it could have a
SEQUEL?

you tell me if you want one. i might just be able to write one.
i mean someone needs to get revenge.

so please please please review.
thank you again
and tell me what you think

-lux