Deception
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
42,338
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
5
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I do not own the Harry Potter characters or related franchises. I do not make any money from these stories.
Infantile
Draco allowed the elf to use enough healing magic to stabilize him before immediately taking Hermione and apparating home.
He would not stand to have Hermione vulnerable to injury from his father—or anyone else—a moment longer. And his father could easily enter Malfoy Manor. It was his fault for allowing things to escalate to this level, his fault for allowing his own petty scruples to blind him from what was really important: his mate’s safety.
He had been weak, selfish—he wanted her to want him in return, and so he envisioned a plan in which she left the safety of their home. He intended to orchestrate a series of clever events that emphasized how much she needed him. Such as by showing her how impossible it was for her to survive on her own.
Tonight’s events proved that, but in a near fatal way.
Had he not stepped in, she would have been slain by his father.
But he took the hit, and he would have died…and then she would have died.
It was a lose-lose situation. Instinct had him taking the hit.
Perhaps it was a good thing.
He again found himself seeking to unleash his fury not only on his father, but on her for creating the situation in the first place. It was her wish that they be here, and he, the fool, agreed because he wanted a consensual fuck.
That desire was gone as her safety became paramount.
She was quiet. Pale. Good. Let her think over her childish actions.
He deposited her on their bed (more like dropped her) and went to bathe the blood off of his body.
Or at least he would have.
She grabbed his hand, staring straight ahead. He wasn’t even sure she was aware of the movement.
‘Stay.’
Her voice was low.
He was so startled that for a moment he did not know what to do. And then he began to push her back onto the bed, his erection nearly tearing through his pants. He needed to fuck her, to be in her to—
She was staring at home, but not seeing him.
Draco angrily gritted his teeth.
And using every ounce of control that he had, he turned around and gave her his back.
‘What.Is.It.?’
Want, take, want, want—
‘Do you think Ginny is dead?’
He laughed, ‘Yes. My father probably killed her in a rage.’
She choked on a sob.
‘Do you think he was there for a friendly chat? My father may appear stable but he is unhinged. I would be shocked if he hadn’t killed her.’ I would have killed her myself, for involving us in this. Unintentionally.’ He added.
Hermione was still, her voice tired, ‘Malfoy, things are never going to be the way they used to be, are they?’
He shook his head, placing his head in his hands before releasing a frustrated yell, ‘Go back to what? You’re like a child! Grow up and face reality! People do bad things. I do bad things. I accept that. You live in some kind of fairy tale land that never existed!’
Her turned and dug his claws into her hips, ‘Give up.’ His voice lowered, his claws retracting, ‘You and I would be very happy if you would change.’
She turned away, staring at nothing. ‘Why do I have to change?’
‘Because I said so.’
He would not stand to have Hermione vulnerable to injury from his father—or anyone else—a moment longer. And his father could easily enter Malfoy Manor. It was his fault for allowing things to escalate to this level, his fault for allowing his own petty scruples to blind him from what was really important: his mate’s safety.
He had been weak, selfish—he wanted her to want him in return, and so he envisioned a plan in which she left the safety of their home. He intended to orchestrate a series of clever events that emphasized how much she needed him. Such as by showing her how impossible it was for her to survive on her own.
Tonight’s events proved that, but in a near fatal way.
Had he not stepped in, she would have been slain by his father.
But he took the hit, and he would have died…and then she would have died.
It was a lose-lose situation. Instinct had him taking the hit.
Perhaps it was a good thing.
He again found himself seeking to unleash his fury not only on his father, but on her for creating the situation in the first place. It was her wish that they be here, and he, the fool, agreed because he wanted a consensual fuck.
That desire was gone as her safety became paramount.
She was quiet. Pale. Good. Let her think over her childish actions.
He deposited her on their bed (more like dropped her) and went to bathe the blood off of his body.
Or at least he would have.
She grabbed his hand, staring straight ahead. He wasn’t even sure she was aware of the movement.
‘Stay.’
Her voice was low.
He was so startled that for a moment he did not know what to do. And then he began to push her back onto the bed, his erection nearly tearing through his pants. He needed to fuck her, to be in her to—
She was staring at home, but not seeing him.
Draco angrily gritted his teeth.
And using every ounce of control that he had, he turned around and gave her his back.
‘What.Is.It.?’
Want, take, want, want—
‘Do you think Ginny is dead?’
He laughed, ‘Yes. My father probably killed her in a rage.’
She choked on a sob.
‘Do you think he was there for a friendly chat? My father may appear stable but he is unhinged. I would be shocked if he hadn’t killed her.’ I would have killed her myself, for involving us in this. Unintentionally.’ He added.
Hermione was still, her voice tired, ‘Malfoy, things are never going to be the way they used to be, are they?’
He shook his head, placing his head in his hands before releasing a frustrated yell, ‘Go back to what? You’re like a child! Grow up and face reality! People do bad things. I do bad things. I accept that. You live in some kind of fairy tale land that never existed!’
Her turned and dug his claws into her hips, ‘Give up.’ His voice lowered, his claws retracting, ‘You and I would be very happy if you would change.’
She turned away, staring at nothing. ‘Why do I have to change?’
‘Because I said so.’