Deception
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
42,326
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
5
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Confused
‘Hurry up and run,’ Draco murmured.
Hermione arrived to retrieve her wand from the Ministry of Magic. She was allowed to possess it as long as he willed it. He only gave her this luxury in order to show his commitment to their agreement.
The moment she set eyes on him, talking to the Minister, she turned and fled.
He could not resist a small smile. It was…interesting. She was interesting.
And that look of fear was…cute.
It made him want to do bad things, just to see it.
‘I hope she enjoys my surprises,’ He was talking to himself now. ‘It’s going to be so much fun.’
Hermione was struggling.
It was…hard.
Her mother and father welcomed her back home. They embraced her with open arms.
But she was anxious.
Worried.
Constantly looking over her shoulder to see if he was there.
And sleep…sleep evaded her.
She felt as if she were free, but was unable to accept that she actually was free. Because in truth she could never be free—she was mated to someone. But she was so afraid of what he would do. All she had to go on was Draco’s word, and that was a fickle thing.
Even worse, she found it difficult to look people in the eye. To be touched by others.
Now that she was back in the ‘real world’ she was finding that it was vital that she confront her trauma. It was trauma, without a doubt.
That was hard. She didn’t want to think about what happened. She wanted to pretend it never happened.
And, as they said, the quote on quote icing on the cake was the simple fact that she still saw Malfoy. Every time she left her home, every time she tried to do something productive, she inevitably ran into him.
They never spoke. He was sickeningly polite, usually waving at her, before turning back to his work.
She felt like she was witness to some twisted nightmare where nothing was what it seemed. Or a better way to say it was that she was a puppet, and Malfoy was pulling the strings. She had no way of knowing what to expect because there was no way to look up and see.
One week passed. One week of not knowing, of anxiety, of panic attacks.
‘I want to visit the Weasley’s.’ she announced Sunday morning.
Her mother exchanged a glance with her father. They both thought she had lost her mind somewhere between Malfoy Manor and here.
‘Dear, maybe you might want to wait? Take it a little slower?’ She hesitated, ‘You’ve been…not yourself.’
Hermione found this irritating, to say the least.
She didn’t say anything. She simply went.
The only problem was that she didn’t think to send an owl ahead, so they had no way of knowing of her arrival, and the the Burrow had so many spells on it that it was difficult to find.
She spent hours. Literally hours wandering in circles.
‘I could help you, you know.’
She shrieked, jumping three feet in the air before spinning.
There was Malfoy. He was floating in the air, wings elevating him several feet above the ground. Apparently he knew a spell that kept him dry when it rained.
She turned around and ignored him.
Asking for help was the same as failing. She would not let that happen.
She would eventually discover where she was going. She just needed to figure out where she was headed.
In the distance, thunder boomed.
‘Hermione, you are being silly. Just ask for my help, and I can help you get out of this nasty weather.’
When hell freezes over.
He sighed, ‘Fine. But I agree with your parents. You have not been yourself since returning home.’
She hesitated, for the barest second, before marching onward. Outwardly she retained the same determined expression but inwardly she was trying to quell her panic.
He knew about those private conversations?
Did he spy on her? Did he somehow have access to her, watching her?
Simply imagining all the private moments, when she thought she was alone…
Calm down, Hermione!
‘Very well. I shall leave you to your own devices. But just a tip, the Weasley family relocated after the war. I’m afraid you came all this way for nothing.’
He’s a liar.
But….
But even without an owl, and even with spells…shouldn’t she have found it by now? Her resolve crumpled, and she felt sick again.
Hermione came to a slow halt. She looked around. Was he correct?
She turned around, but Malfoy was gone.
It was just her, alone in the cold rain, apparently wandering in circles for hours to find people who didn’t even live in the area anymore.
Hermione covered her face with her hands. She was no longer the smart girl that everyone knew. No, she was just an idiot who couldn’t take care of herself, who couldn’t fight of Malfoy, and apparently couldn’t even get from point A to point B.
Don’t give up, Hermione. He is messing with you.
She took a steadying breath.
And returned home.
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O_o
Hermione arrived to retrieve her wand from the Ministry of Magic. She was allowed to possess it as long as he willed it. He only gave her this luxury in order to show his commitment to their agreement.
The moment she set eyes on him, talking to the Minister, she turned and fled.
He could not resist a small smile. It was…interesting. She was interesting.
And that look of fear was…cute.
It made him want to do bad things, just to see it.
‘I hope she enjoys my surprises,’ He was talking to himself now. ‘It’s going to be so much fun.’
Hermione was struggling.
It was…hard.
Her mother and father welcomed her back home. They embraced her with open arms.
But she was anxious.
Worried.
Constantly looking over her shoulder to see if he was there.
And sleep…sleep evaded her.
She felt as if she were free, but was unable to accept that she actually was free. Because in truth she could never be free—she was mated to someone. But she was so afraid of what he would do. All she had to go on was Draco’s word, and that was a fickle thing.
Even worse, she found it difficult to look people in the eye. To be touched by others.
Now that she was back in the ‘real world’ she was finding that it was vital that she confront her trauma. It was trauma, without a doubt.
That was hard. She didn’t want to think about what happened. She wanted to pretend it never happened.
And, as they said, the quote on quote icing on the cake was the simple fact that she still saw Malfoy. Every time she left her home, every time she tried to do something productive, she inevitably ran into him.
They never spoke. He was sickeningly polite, usually waving at her, before turning back to his work.
She felt like she was witness to some twisted nightmare where nothing was what it seemed. Or a better way to say it was that she was a puppet, and Malfoy was pulling the strings. She had no way of knowing what to expect because there was no way to look up and see.
One week passed. One week of not knowing, of anxiety, of panic attacks.
‘I want to visit the Weasley’s.’ she announced Sunday morning.
Her mother exchanged a glance with her father. They both thought she had lost her mind somewhere between Malfoy Manor and here.
‘Dear, maybe you might want to wait? Take it a little slower?’ She hesitated, ‘You’ve been…not yourself.’
Hermione found this irritating, to say the least.
She didn’t say anything. She simply went.
The only problem was that she didn’t think to send an owl ahead, so they had no way of knowing of her arrival, and the the Burrow had so many spells on it that it was difficult to find.
She spent hours. Literally hours wandering in circles.
‘I could help you, you know.’
She shrieked, jumping three feet in the air before spinning.
There was Malfoy. He was floating in the air, wings elevating him several feet above the ground. Apparently he knew a spell that kept him dry when it rained.
She turned around and ignored him.
Asking for help was the same as failing. She would not let that happen.
She would eventually discover where she was going. She just needed to figure out where she was headed.
In the distance, thunder boomed.
‘Hermione, you are being silly. Just ask for my help, and I can help you get out of this nasty weather.’
When hell freezes over.
He sighed, ‘Fine. But I agree with your parents. You have not been yourself since returning home.’
She hesitated, for the barest second, before marching onward. Outwardly she retained the same determined expression but inwardly she was trying to quell her panic.
He knew about those private conversations?
Did he spy on her? Did he somehow have access to her, watching her?
Simply imagining all the private moments, when she thought she was alone…
Calm down, Hermione!
‘Very well. I shall leave you to your own devices. But just a tip, the Weasley family relocated after the war. I’m afraid you came all this way for nothing.’
He’s a liar.
But….
But even without an owl, and even with spells…shouldn’t she have found it by now? Her resolve crumpled, and she felt sick again.
Hermione came to a slow halt. She looked around. Was he correct?
She turned around, but Malfoy was gone.
It was just her, alone in the cold rain, apparently wandering in circles for hours to find people who didn’t even live in the area anymore.
Hermione covered her face with her hands. She was no longer the smart girl that everyone knew. No, she was just an idiot who couldn’t take care of herself, who couldn’t fight of Malfoy, and apparently couldn’t even get from point A to point B.
Don’t give up, Hermione. He is messing with you.
She took a steadying breath.
And returned home.
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O_o