The White Room

AN: I’ve just read the last book, and so that’s why the story seems to change direction, just to explain.

Tape Seven

“I lied to you.”
“How so, Granger?”
“There’s no Order here. It’s just Harry, Ron and I on our own.”
“Am I supposed to be outraged?”
“Maybe mildly annoyed then?”
“I think that’s the first time you’ve made me laugh, Granger.” “No – I really mean it. I’m not having a go at you.”
“I suppose being a Death Eater wouldn’t give you much cause to laugh. Though I haven’t really been splitting my sides lately.”
“I knew you lost Mad-Eye.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Do you know who killed him?”
“It was the Dark Lord himself. I’m sure you knew that choice piece of information, anyhow, Granger.”
“I did. I just wanted you to say it.”
“People die in wars, Granger. Get used to it. We’ve suffered losses, too.”
“Losses?! Those Death Eaters deserved to die.”
“Because you’re obviously on the right, light side of this, Granger. That of course justifies the deaths of my people.”
“I’ve heard it said that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Malfoy.”
“I’ve heard that witty conversation is like foreplay, Granger.”
“Your innuendo is disturbing, Malfoy.”
“Are we back to this again?”
“Back to what?”
“Banter.”
“I thought all you were seeking was some respite from your white wall syndrome.”
“Maybe I’ve grown to like your presence.”
“Could I suggest more than a dozen spells to patch your head back up and set your thinking right?”
“Don’t fight, Granger. You’re always fucking fighting. Stamping your foot and being stubborn, yelling until your cheeks turn bright red. You were always like that at Hogwarts, either being insufferably knowledgeable or insufferably stubborn. I honestly don’t know how Potter and Weasley have survived you the past six years.”
“Ouch, the sting in the tail, Malfoy. You’re always doing that, turning anything positive into something hateful. Twisting words until they’re grotesque and safely not as you mean them.”
“Keep digging, Granger.”
“You’re so caught up in your own vision of your superiority you forget you’re glass. I can see right through you, Malfoy. I don’t like what I see.”
“And what do you think you see?”
“A frightened boy.”

…

“I am frightened, Granger.”
“Why are you here, Malfoy?”
“Why are you here, Granger? Why are you still here after it became painfully obvious I could offer you nothing? Why don’t you kill me and dispose of this inconvenience?”

…

“I don’t know.”
“And to think I always thought you did. You know everything, don’t you bookworm Granger? Oh, you know about books and words and alchemy and runes, you know about potions and rules and numbers and logic. But you don’t know about this.”

…

“Why are you here?”
“I want to save you.”
“You can’t save me, Granger. I’m evil, remember? I’m so corrupted I trail pathetically in the wake of my family, remem - ”

…

“I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Believe it, Granger.”
“This is so strange.”
“Lest said, soonest mended, Granger. Just shut up and kiss back instead of mumbling into my face.”
“Mmkay.”

…

“You drive me crazy Granger, when you’re scorching me with your fucking eyes. Fuck. How does this stupid thing work?”
“It’s called a bra, Malfoy. Urgh, just let me do it.”
“Did you … charm … the … door?”
“Yes. Damnit, Malfoy, just …”
“Yes?”
“Do something!”
“What about that?”
“That … that’s good. Really good. Just a little …”
“Don’t tell me you know exactly what you like, Granger! I didn’t peg you as a wanker.” … “Ow!”
“And I’ll slap you again if you say something like that again! Just take your pants off.”
“Does this have to be so cold-blooded, Hermione?”
“What did you just say?”
“Does this have to be so cold-bl - ”
“No! You said my name. My first name.”
“So? I thought that seeing I was delving around in your panties I should at least drop the surname shit.”
“Jesus, Malfoy!”

…

“Draco.”
“I’m not going to call you that.”
“Because then this really would be wrong?”
“Don’t hiss at me!”
“Don’t fuck with me!”
“Fuck with you??!! What about your fucking with me!”
“My name is Draco. Yours is Hermione.”
“Well spotted, Malfoy. Would you like a golden wand sticker now?”
“Fuck you, Granger. And fuck me for trying. Get out.”

…

“Sorry, Malfoy.”
“Whatever, Granger.”
“Sorry, Draco.”
“I saw you roll your eyes.”

Tape Eight


“So you’re back again?”
“… Yes, I suppose so.”
“And Potter and Weasley don’t get suspicious?”
“They trust me.”
“Naively.”
“I don’t feel as if I’m betraying them. Maybe one day you’ll understand why.”
“What are you planning? You look purposeful today.”
“We’re going to break into the Ministry.”
“That’s madness, Granger. You should be able to see that.”
“We have to.”
“I won’t ask you why.”
“Thank you.”

…

“You came to say goodbye, didn’t you?”
“In a way, I suppose so.”
“Hmm. What kind of goodbye will this be, Granger?”
“I don’t know.”
“You seem to say that a lot nowadays. Have Potter and Weasel noticed?”
“I was never afraid to admit to them I didn’t have every answer. I am afraid of admitting it to myself though.”
“So you’re a ‘I don’t know yet’ not-knower, Granger?”
“Yes. I guess so.”
“This is so quiet and gentle, don’t you think?”
“Almost nice.”
“Come closer.”
“Please.”
“Please?”
“Don’t die today.”
“I didn’t mention …”
“I can tell. You’re tense and pale. And you seem to like finishing things off cleanly and purposefully. It would make sense to steal a moment to finish this before something else finishes it off for you.”
“We’re going to come back, again, Draco. We’d only be gone a few hours.”
“That’s what they all say, isn’t it?”
“You sound as if you care.”
“There’s just something about your mouth, Hermione, that’s all. When I look at it all I want to do is eat it.”
“Do it, then.”

…

“Another sugar quill?”
“I thought it only fair, after all you’re fed ‘shit’ here, isn’t that right?”
“We’re smiling, you know?”
“You look almost human.”
“You are too human for me.”
“Just shut up, Draco. Shut up and forget about it.”

…

“Hermione … are you … have you …?”
“That’s jumping the gun a bit isn’t it?”
“I want you.”
“H - how much?”
“ … like the sun on a cold day, like I wanted … to beat Potter to the Snitch just once, like I want to be back at Hogwarts, like I want to be proud of who I am and for my father to be too, like I want to be free, Hermione. So so much. Too much.”
“I haven’t ever …”
“D’you want me?”

…

“Yes.”
“Fuck. Oh … oh fuck!”

…

“You feel … fucking amazing. Hermione …”
“It’s okay, Draco.”
“Did … did I hurt you?”
“No, not really.”
”… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”

…

“You’re beautiful, Hermione. An aberration. It’s so perfect here I can almost hear you smile.”

…

“Bye.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Granger.”


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