Bittersweet

Author\'s Notes: I was quite upset from the last review, I don\'t mind the bad reviews, I would just like contructive critism. No one is perfect. I do however agree that if there is a problem that I should fix it, so if you have something to critique, you can email me at Stephanielynn091582@msn.com. I would like to fix problems, so that would be nice. Anyway, here is the next chapter. I came up with this rather fast for some reason, don\'t know why. The words just came I suppose.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks again for any reviews!

~Steph

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Chapter Five

Granger was looking at him more and more these days. Day after day, he would notice her glares through the tops of her textbooks or a sneak peek at the dinner feasts. He didn’t understand why she kept glaring at him. It was more than a “glance” or a “staring of into space” look than anything. It was a “I want you to die” look. Draco found it rather humorous that she was actually wasting her energy to present her anger to him. He never suspected Granger to put that much “effort” into the malice she apparently had for him.

He knew that this was because of the “potion” incident. He knew this was coming; he had put her in the hospital wing after all. Who wouldn’t have resentment about that? He wondered, if the staring contest was the way to get back at him, or if she had another agenda up her sleeve. He laughed at the part about Granger getting revenge. He had never seen her hurt a fly; she was the one who was an elf lover. Elf lovers like herself couldn’t hurt a human being if they tried. He didn’t worry about what she had planned, if she even did have something set up. He knew that pushing those buttons, might erupt something inside her that could cause problems in the end.

He wanted to end his suffering and just give her the potion that had been sitting on his nightstand for over a week now, but something inside him was telling him to “cool” it for a little bit. She did after all just get released from the Hospital wing. He knew that a Malfoy would go ahead finish the deal, but for some odd reason his gut was holding him back for something, waiting for something. Draco didn’t know exactly what he was waiting for, only that he didn’t need the potion just yet. Any other time, he would of said, “fuck yeah” but for the reasons unknown to him; he was keeping his distance from the brown haired Gryffindor and his “plan”.

He still had his agenda though, he still had the plan of getting that bitch into his bed, and there was no question about that. He wasn’t going to forget his motives, just because he was feeling a little bit guilty. When he wanted something he went for it, he was a Malfoy. He would wait. Maybe she would come to him. After all, their staring sessions were getting rather dull. He was tired of playing her damn little game and she would pay for it in the end. He knew what she was trying to do. Rile him up. Well it was fucking working. He was now pissed. Pissed that he was actually thinking about her, pissed that he had spent…what…now five minutes about contemplating giving her something that would help him. That would make him pleased. She made him not care about himself. She made him think that what he was doing was wrong. That bitch. That whore. She would pay for what she was doing to him.

He would get what he wanted, whether she ended up in the hospital wing for a month, because of it. He would get what he wanted; because he was a Malfoy and only he mattered!

She didn’t understand what had happened over the next couple of days. For hours she would sit alone in her bed wondering what in the world could have happened and why things were going so badly. She knew that this was something she couldn’t mope about and that it wasn’t something that she could worry too much about. Things were out of her power and there was little she could do about it. She knew that Draco had something to do with the “mole” and who ever they were. She knew he knew “something”. He had to. His father was a death eater for heaven’s sake. She had little doubts that he was clueless. If anything was going to happen to Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy would know about it.

She had tried to keep her distance from the twerp for a couple of days. Keep her distance. It was funny when she basically saw him in every single one of her classes, something she could have done without. She was too stressed these days to get wrapped up in another one of his “let rape Hermione day” games. She didn’t have the ability to put up with him. She tried to keep her eyes to herself and not worry about the mole until Harry, Ron and her found out at least something. Lupin hadn’t been in contact with Harry since Monday and it was now Friday. She wondered how the Order had found out about a possible leak. Were they investigating someone now? Did the Order have someone on the inside getting the scoop? Or was that her, Harry and Ron. She hated to think it was them. She didn’t like thinking that her decisions would be the fate of the whole Hogwarts class. But, if this was the case, then she needed to be positive, she needed to stay on task; to always have the mission on her mind. The mission; to always fight evil and to always keep focused. Punish the culprits who worked against her and to always, always fight against evil.

This was what she needed to keep her mind on, not Draco. She knew that he more than likely knew about what was going and was happening, but she didn’t want to get wrapped up with him again. That was the last thing that she wanted to happen. She couldn’t help find the Mole in the Hospital wing, and she was positive that’s where she would land, if she got involved with Malfoy again. She had a plan to get the information from him, but she knew that doing what she had planned was more dangerous than she had ever imagined. She was going to walk right into the serpent’s mouth. She knew there were other ways at getting the truth from Malfoy. Polyjuice potion had worked in their second year, but since then things had changed at Hogwarts. There were spells now, making it clear to others if you were under that spell.

If this was what she was going to do, then she needed to just do it.; to stop stalling, because people’s lives were actually at stake here. She would just have to risk hers to help save them. She knew that what she had planned would be risky and dangerous, but someone had to do it right? And she knew at least this way would get her at something. She decided that she wouldn’t tell Harry or Ron about her plans, they would go ballistic. This would be her secret. Because there was only one way to get what you wanted from a Malfoy, unfortunately that was sex. If that were what Draco wanted, she would give it to him, for a price. She would find out who the mole was and she would find out quickly, because she could hardly bare to think how awful sex would be with a Malfoy.

~~

There was a cold bitterness that stung the air. A frightening feeling that pierced the sky with the anger that preceded it. A chill breeze that wondered around a cloaked man that stood near an oak tree, a man that worshiped the air. He knew that danger was coming, for he could sense the threat among the wind. He waited for his destiny. He waited for the man who would help lead him into the path of his destiny. There would be only seconds before, he would tell the one man about what he had discovered. What he had been brought to this world to do-to destroy and conquer. He was the bringer of power, and his guide would set him free.

The man who stood by the oak tree was a man who wanted power and wealth. This was a man who could see his future by what actions he took-the actions that would lead him into a journey of a new age. He would succeed in this journey. He would conquer and destroy those few who were set out to stop and ruin him. That would not happen. For he was the bringer, he was the new light.

The man who promised himself that he was the Bringer waited. Waited for the one person who would give him his “light”. He waited, until another dark cloaked figure came into view from a clearing above the terrain. The cloaked man looked down at his “bringer” and smiled. This was a wicked and deadly smile. He was the death, the hell of human beings and a person who was the end to all things. Because, this was a man who worshiped havoc and bereavement. He watched as the Bringer noticed him, he waited above the terrain, and watched as his servant swept up to him.

When the Bringer had reached his guide, the guide causally looked away, ignoring his Bringers grin. The Bringer, noticing this action, decided that he give the information, for which he was sent to do.

“Sire, I have the information you have requested.”

“I do not appreciate being called for.”

“I…I am sorry sire, but this information is much needed knowing.”

“What is it then…get on with it.”

The master’s patience wasn’t something to be tolled with. He had very low patience for doddering fools.

“Yes, sire,” repeated the Bringer, who was becoming very annoyed with himself. He knew that upsetting his guide would be far worse than anything he could well imagine. “I discovered that Draco Malfoy is very interested in the muggle borne; Hermione Granger. He follows her around and makes sure he knows everything about her behalf.”

“I see…and what of the mudblood, does she know of his so called “feelings”?”

“From what I can tell, she is not responding quite well. She is refusing to bend to him.”
A small smirk creased the master’s cheeks. “This is very good news. Very good news indeed.” He said as he laughed. “This means that Lucius’ plans to capture the girl have not been effective. I am very pleased to have seen him fail in this. We must get her attention another way. I want you to go back there. I want to keep watch, do not reveal yourself yet. I want to know just exactly how things are progressing with the two. In order for the Plan to work, I must have complete surveillance on the mudblooded bitch. Is that clear!”

Y…yes, your sire. I will do my best,” screeched the Bringer.

“No! Your best isn’t good enough. Your best will get you to a place you don’t want to be. Is that clear!”

“Yes…sire. I understand.” The Bringer shook nervously. He knew what he had to do, and being nervous around his Master wouldn’t cut it. He would be strong and get all the information his master needed to show him to the light. The Bringer looked up and could see the malice in his guide’s eyes. He shook his head to respond softly.

“Report back to me when you have found out anything new and worthy of my knowledge.”

The Bringer shook his head one last time, while bringing his head to the ground. When the Bringer heard a “pop” he brought his head back up to find himself alone above the clearing, in the shadows of the terrain.

~~

Hermione Granger knew what she had to do. In order to find out whom the Mole was she had to figure out if Malfoy knew anything. She had to get close to him to find out. While her friends found out as much as they could by their own ways, she would investigate the only way she thought to be successful; by seducing Malfoy.

The idea was ridicules and completely horrid. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a situation with Malfoy. Especially since she knew that she would be giving something away to him that she couldn’t take back. She wanted to talk herself out of the situation. Tell herself that the cause wasn’t worth it. But, she knew that she cared for the people around her, more than she did for herself. She was trapped in a world that was not her own. Chained to the earth where she was the enemy of so many foes.

She had planned to talk to him tonight after dinner. She was avoiding what she had planned, but knew that she had little time. Whenever she was putting something off (which was hardly ever) she tended to take forever to solve the problem. So, she collected all of her strength and decided that she would watch and wait for him to finish dinner and then approach him.

She still had no clue what she was going to say to him, she knew what she ought to say, but felt completely ludicrous when she had practiced in front of the mirror the previous morning.

“I will have sex with you for something in return…”

The idea was completely absurd. The mirror had basically laughed in front of her face and told her that she looked ridicules. Throughout the day she had watched him. She tried to think that maybe he had nothing to do with the mole or that he might not know anything about who might be involved. But again, in the end, she had came to the resolution, that he probably knew exactly what was going on and not using this opportunity to gain this information was simply foolish.

By dinnertime she had saved her courage and left it in her pocket. She would use that courage when she confronted him that night. Dinner wasn’t tasty. She hardly felt like eating and anything she ate was dissatisfying. Her nerves were giving her a headache and she knew that when she was going to confront Malfoy, that she needed to stay focused and on top of things. Knowing Malfoy he would mess her concentration and end up being the ruler of their bargain that was something that she would not have. The deal she had organized would be according to her. Her game. Her rules.

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He could tell she had something planned. The look in her eyes told him that she wasn’t just ignoring his presence, but that by the end of the night, he would know what she was up to. He had tried to keep his eyes off her throughout the day, but the growing sickness was driving him insane. For six years, he could deal with not looking at her. To not smell the passing scent of her. To not watch her walk with or talk with her friends. This was something he dreaded. He hated scheduling his day so that he could watch her. He had to have her and if she didn’t, then he would take what he wanted anyway.

“What are you thinking about bubbly head?”

It was Pansy.

Draco turned to see her pug face smiling back at him. She looked quite gitty and relaxed from what looked like a long nights sleep. This was strange as to the time of day being night and the fact that she was smiling.

This was disturbing.

“What?” Draco asked feeling annoyed.

“I have some great news about us.”

“About us…” Draco asked questionably while watching her sit next to him with gleam in her eyes. He hated talking to the bitch and her referring to them as an “us” was disturbing.

“Yes us. I have good word from mother. She has found the place where our wedding will be held. It a great place, with flowers, wonderful views and waterfalls. Its all happening Dracky. It’s going to be a wonderful wedding.”

He felt sick.

The world was turning and there was no way out. He was going to end up trapped in a relationship that he couldn’t get out of. He would be married to Pansy in less than ten months and time was no longer standing still on that relationship. He looked completely bewildered.

“What’s wrong Dracky-poo? Aren’t you excited?”

Her voice was just as annoying as the information she had brought him.

“No…I’m not excited. I don’t care about the damn wedding. I don’t even want to marry your skanky ass.” His words were harsh, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want his future planned for him. He didn’t want to put up with things or her for that matter. Since he was already angry at what he was hearing and had already finished his dinner. He swung his feet out of his chair and left the great hall, not knowing that someone was following him.

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When she tapped on his shoulder, he wasn’t taken aback from her presence. He had heard her following him since he had left the Great Hall, and he wasn’t at all surprised by this confrontation she obviously was about to start with him. When he annoyingly turned around he saw that she was wearing her Gryffindor uniform along with the short skirt most of the girls had chosen to wear on special occasions. Draco loved these special occasions, for this was when he would test his infamous two finger disco, something he was proud of. This amused him but didn’t show that this was what he was thinking about when he looked up at her face. A face that wasn’t quite pleased from the way he had looked at her.

“Don’t look at me up and down like a piece of meat!” she reprimanded, even though she would occasionally let other boys do the same thing. But Malfoy was a different story. He wasn’t allowed to look at her that way, at least without her getting something in return.

“I may look as I please.” He simply said smoothly, not noticing the temper in her voice. What was she doing here anyway? He thought that she was going to curse him into oblivion about what he had done to her, but she had yet to raise a wa“Was“Was there something you wanted to say? If not, I have other things I could be doing. And she is somewhere in the Slytherin common room waiting, if you please.”

He disgusted her.

“You are the most….sickening, wretched…piece of...”

“Yes, and you are a know it all bitch, these things aren’t new.” He said, while slowly turning around as if unharmed in the slightest.

She hated him, but she knew that she had no choice. She knew what information she had to uncover and knew that Draco Malfoy was the only source to this information. She had to find out whatever she could about the mole and she knew that a Slytherin such as Malfoy would know something about it, he always did or so she assumed.

“I need to talk to you.” She yelled back at him, before he was out of earshot.

Intrigued, he turned around slowly, and eyed her carefully. He stood still where he was, licked his lips, and parted them.

“About?”

“Can we talk somewhere private?”

This certainly wasn’t something he was expecting. Granger wanted to talk to him in privacy, the last thing they had done that, she had ended up in a coma. This certainly spiked his interest. Granger obviously had something up her sleeve, because never in the whole time he had known her, had she willingly gone somewhere secluded with him.

“I suppose, follow me.” He smiled crudely and walked in the same direction he was heading previously. He didn’t wait for her, but could hear the sound of her hurriedly little feet behind him.

When she had caught up to him, she kept close attention to where exactly they headed. She didn’t want to get lost in a place that Draco Malfoy was taking her, and this was definitely something she would need to pay attention to. She knew him to be conniving, especially from experience and she would hold him to that reputation.

He turned left and then right and then down a large hallway that seemed to be going down instead of forward. He stopped to open several doors before he came to a large set of stairs that led downward. When they reached the bottom of the stairway, there was a golden colored door with a brass knob. She watched him open this door with a spell connotation and watched as the door swung forward. He stepped through it and turned around and waited for her.

When she crossed the threshold, the room was filled with multiple amounts of candles and tables. The room rathrather large considering how far they had walked down, which was surprising. Hermione had never heard of any classrooms being down this far. At least not in “Hogwarts, A History”.

She heard him grab a chair and sit down. She turned to face him, his eyes twinkling in the light. All she would have to do would be to gather all her bravery and explain to him what her deal would be. But the way he was sitting in the chair, was making her feet quiver and her knees weak.

“So what is this big news Granger?” He asked defiantly.

She continued to look at him, unwilling to break her silence.

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Her silence was beginning to get annoying and he wished that she would just spill whatever she had to say or was going to do to him, because frankly, he was getting bored. He knew that by brining her here to of all places would be a clean sweep, but he never expected the Granger girl to become a mute. He hader eer experienced her to be the quiet, silent type. She was always screaming, kicking- oh wait…that was in his dreams. That image brought a smile to his face. But beside the fact, she was always the one to be talking and slapping him across the face. Not the other way around, where he was the one that was waiting for her to finally use her vocal chords.

“Would you get on with it, I have places to go.” He yelled, trying to move the meeting or whatever this was along. He wasn’t going to wait along for her to get the bated courage to speak. He was better than that and wasn’t going to force her any longer. At least not at this.

He sat there for another minute and when she still failed to break a tune, he stopped leaning on the table that was securely holding his buttocks and walked swiftly by her. But before, he could make it to the door, he realized that she had grabbed for his arm and was pulling him back to his original location. This was quite odd, he speculated. Her facial expressions showed humiliation and oddly enough her body language was inviting.

“I need to talk to you,” she pleaded. She never thought that in her whole existence would she be pleading to Malfoy of all people. Her attitude disgusted her.

“Yeah, I can see that, but nothing is going to get accomplished if your salmon shaped mouth doesn’t open up. I mean that’s all what we want anyway right?” He asked her, with a grin on his face. He continued to speak, ignoring the shocked expression on her face. “I mean, just keep it open baby…just move it down here.” He said, while pointing to his crotch.

He knew the comment would get her going.

“You are horrid Malfoy, if you think that I would ever place my mouth on all places, you obviously are sadly mistaken.” She couldn’t believe the git, the lowest possible comment. She hated the bastard.

“Ah…you know it’s true. Who would resist such a treat?” He said in an audacious manner, throwing his hands out into the hair and giving his body and open to all signal, while his grin preceded the laughter that followed it.

“Keep dreaming Malfoy, I’m sure you can get that from someone else, some tramp I assume, but it won’t be from me and it won’t be today.” She said, now laughing to herself. If he thought she would do anything of that nature, he was out of his mind. But then why was she here? They were supposed to be bargaining at the moment. And she knew that her instincts to not have sex with Malfoy had to change.

“So what was this all about then, if it wasn’t for the obvious head that you will be giving me at a later date.”

“Just listen up and stop talking, because we all know you love to hear the sound of your own voice.”

“Oh Granger” he said, while grabbing his heart, “you hit me hard”

She ignored his sarcasm. “The thing is, I wanted to strike a deal with you.”

This sparked his interest.

“A deal?”

“Yes, I am looking for some information that I think you might know or might be able to get. And for that information, I am willing…” she paused, how she would put this into perspective. She continued, wording her meaning slowly, hoping he would catch her drift. “to do whatever you want.” She cringed at the thought.

Whoa…wait just a minute, he thought to himself. The only words he had picked out were deal, information, and “willing to whatever you want” well that was some deal. The lovely Hermione Granger, offering herself to him? This certainly was turning into some hell of a day.

His shocked expression didn’t leave his face, “so you are willing to give me your um…services, for some wee…little information. Well, get your ass over here and we’ll start this deal.

He said this in a way that could only be represented in a sexual manner and the casual way he presented himself, was just gross.

“This is serious Malfoy and this isn’t just some information.” Hermione tried to tell him, as he moved in closer to him. She tried to step away, but she could sense his lower half moving in closer.

“Then what kind of information are we talking about then? Is Potter a git? Well yes, that is an obvious one. Am I good in the sack? Well yeah, that one is also an obvious one too. Come on Granger; give me something hard to work with. Wait…yeah, that’s hard too.” He said, grabbing his junk.

“Oh give me a break,” she said exasperatedly. “Can you be fuller of yourself? The information I’m looking for has to do with Death Eaters.”

This stopped the act he was pulling.

“What about them.” He said now, with an expression that showed anger.

“Now, that I have your attention…something is happening and that’s why I need your help.”

“My help? Why don’t you go ask Potty and Weasel, why ask for my help?” He said, now crossing his arms around his upper chest, his stance foreboding.

“Because, whether you would like to admit it or not, I have a feeling that you know something about being a death eater.”

“Fucking Mudblood,” yelled Malfoy.

“Well its true, and you can either work with me, or work against me. It is your choice.” She said forcefully, while her finger directed at him.

He was getting angrier by the minute and her demanding demeanor was not going to be tolerated, especially by a Malfoy. This was going to end.

“Now, you listen here fucker. You will not tell me what I am or what I do with my life. You will not demand information from me and you will not bargain or put rash ideas into my head….” He said, now grabbing her from the forearms. “I am in control here and I will not be made into one of your lap dogs…one of your spy buddies. What I say goes, and what I take, I take.” He said, grabbing her harder so that she flinched in pain.

He wasn’t going to put up with her bitch ass attitude anymore and he was tired of the waiting and bargaining deals, he wasn’t going to put up with this shit anymore. He threw her to the ground as hard as she could; he watched her fall over a table and hit her head on a chair that was near by it. She yelled in pain, but he didn’t care. He climbed over the table that she had fell onto and straddled her mangled body. He could see that her hair was now covering her face and that there was a small cut on her left leg. He bent down closer so he could see her wounds and the tears that seemed to be coming from her eyes.
“Like that bitch? Like to be handled?” She didn’t answer, but he wasn’t looking for one. “I’ll show you how to be handled” he said angrily, then grabbed the tops of her scalp and hair and pulled her head up so that her eyes were now locked onto his. She tried to look away, but with his other hand, he grabbed her chin and turned it towards him. He pressed harder into her skin and bone and then forced her face into his, giving her a hard kiss. A kiss that wasn’t passionate, that wasn’t full of caring or love, but what was filled with bitterness and control.

She ached and moaned in protest, she tried to force herself off of him, but he was too strong for her, he was in control now and there was no way she was getting out of this one. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her now. Her head filled with thousands of thoughts, painful thoughts and she didn’t know which one he would use on her, she couldn’t bare to think how evil he could be.

He was wanted her, but not in a way you wanted a lover. He wanted to dominate and take her when and where he wanted; he wanted to be with full power over her. He was the one who would beat her at her own little game.

He slowly lifted up her knees to his, lifted her hips to his hips. He still held on to her skull, still having her watch him; he was beginning to like her in pain. With his other hand he threw up her skirt and grabbed her panties that kept him from his need, and tore them off with his strength. When he heard her scream in pain from the red marks that were now on her lower abdomen, he then plunged his hands into her wet spot and pumped in his fingers as hard as he could, because he didn’t want this to be forgotten, she would remember this for the rest of her life.

Ready to go himself, he unzipped his trousers and let free his throbbing member. He raised her hips to his one more time and impaled her into him, so that his passion would be completed. He heard her scream and heard her moan in agony one more time, and when it was time for him to come to complete satisfaction, he poured himself into her. When he had no more left to give, he ejected himself out of her being, stood up and pleased with himself, left her on the floor, crying in pain.


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Author\'s Notes: I felt that Draco would have to have some power over Hermione and that is why I added the rape scene. I thought it would add more to his character and keep to the feeling of who he actually is and that he\'s really not a nice guy. The next chapter will show the relationship that Draco and Hermione have and why things are not always how they seem.

Hope you liked!