Tainted White

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CHAPTER SIX


Hermione woke up early...the sun wasn\'t fully up yet.

She woke up wrapped up in an embrace, his embrace.

‘Malfoy.’

Her skin hurt...wherever it touched his.

She had to move...had to move away. She had to run.

Hermione didn\'t want to wake him. She didn\'t want to face him. Ever. So she got up slowly...fighting the nausea...When her bare feet touched the floor, it wasn\'t soft carpet that welcomed them. She stood on the papers...She looked down and saw Harry and Ron\'s picture.....and the letters she was not able to connect...Ron was gone....for good. Harry…probably him too...She knew it. They didn\'t want to make it official in fear of the panic...but she knew.

Her stomach contracted. She was about to throw up. They were looking at her...now, after she...after she...her throat tightened, her mouth filled with water...and she thought she wouldn\'t make it to the bathroom....


Martha quietly entered Hermione\'s room, as she did every morning, to check on her...The sight of her master sleeping in Hermione’s bed startled her. She stopped. She was about to get out when she heard sounds from the bathroom...muffled sobs. Martha hurried to the bathroom and found her there, on the floor. Looking worse than ever. Exhausted. Spent.

She closed the door and got down on her knees in front of Hermione. The girl was sitting on the floor, with her cheek pressed to the cold marble wall. Strands of her rich hair around her face were wet from sweat, tears...water. She was breathing fast.

Martha didn\'t want to believe he would do that,...but she had to ask.
\'\' Ms, what ...what happened?\'\'

Hermione just looked at her, slowly...with her eyelids so heavy.

\'\'Did he ...hurt you?\'\'

‘Go on, Hermione...tell her he didn\'t hurt you as much as you needed him to.
Tell her ...you wanted it.’
Hermione just shook her head lightly, with her temple still touching the wall

\'\'But, what...\'\'

‘Tell her, Hermione...say it.’ \'\'I let him.\'\'
‘Tell her he was gentle. Tell her you loved it.’

If she could only get inside that, wall and stay there.

Martha couldn\'t understand...what it was between them. She just couldn\'t...she didn\'t know whether he loved her or hated her. The nights he would come to her room, with one intention only, and then leave after fighting the desire inside him...leaving her intact.... If he loved her...why did he do all this...why hurt her? Hermione was an even greater mystery...she tried to kill him, she promised she would...and then somehow, this...why?

Martha helped her up and guided her to the tub...She let the water run and Hermione started to shiver...She reached for the pipe and adjusted it.…It wasn\'t hot enough. It will never be hot enough to wash him off her. He was on the inside now.

What have you done Hermione? What have you done...what were you thinking…’

Her head that was resting on the edge of the tub fell to her right...like last night...She closed her eyes to block the memory, but it only made it look more real. His left arm on the pillows next to her head. And the mark. The dark mark on his flawless skin. And the pain.
\'\'Is there someplace I can go?\'\'

\'\'What do you mean?\'\'

\'\' Somewhere at the manor....anywhere but here.\'\' \'I can\'t see him.\'

\'\'If he wants to see you, Ms, he will.\'\'

\'\'Please...\'\'

Martha helped her out and dried her skin with a warmed towel Nothing was soft enough. Nothing, after she’d felt the texture of his skin.

\'\'I\'ll take you to my room...you can rest there until he asks for you.\'\'


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Draco opened his eyes slowly. He remembered everything that had happened in that same second. He will remember it till the day he died. How could he forget?
It was like she trapped all of his senses...he remembered how weak he felt in the moment that he joined their bodies....and the deeper he got, the more the weakness grew stronger...he couldn\'t deny her anything. He remembered her lips.....perfect filthy lips....her tears...so sweet...He remembered her… everything about her. And he was ...taken.

Draco placed his hands into his hair...\'Is this what you wanted? Is it really? Didn\'t you want to hurt her, Malfoy? I thought you wanted to hurt her...destroy her. And last night, last night was the gentlest night in your life...you never cared before....about the one underneath you...You never cared, except for last night......Why was that Malfoy? She was there for you to crush her. Why didn\'t you?\'

He shook his head and looked around.

She was not in the room.

He smiled. \'\'....stupid girl… You can\'t run away from me. You will never run away...\'\'


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He entered the library... \'\' Hiding? You are avoiding me...Why, Granger? You can\'t face me? What are you ashamed of? Hmm What? \'\'

The only answer he got was silence and not wanting to be ignored he pressed on.
\'\' You don\'t know the answer? Hermione Granger does not know the answer. Do you want me to say it for you?\'\'

She turned to face him. She couldn\'t....how could she ignore him? \'\'Stay away from me....I don\'t want you near.\'\'

\'\' Why? You think you would slip again if I got any closer to you?\'\'
He said walking towards her. Slowly, watching her...she was even more beautiful now that she was his.

\'\' It was a mistake.\'\' And she took a step back.

But he followed her.
\'\' You think? Did it really feel wrong, Granger?\'\' he asked...now only inches away. \'\' When I touched you?\'\'
And he looked down her body...remembering.

‘You know it didn\'t, Hermione.’

\'\' It did.\'\' She responded.

\'\' And if I touched you again\'\' with that he traced the side of her right arm up with the knuckle of his index finger...his eyes locked on hers...\'\'...would you let me do it all over?\'\'

\'\'No! \'\' She tried to move away but his body kept her pressed to the wall.

He only had his pajama bottoms on. She could feel his muscles tightening and the heat radiating off of him; and the scent of last night they had created together was all over him.

Her breathing got shallow as he whispered the words into the side of her neck.
\'\'Would you let me fuck you again?\'\'

Hermione kept silent terrified of what her answer would be.

\'\' I think you would....because you need me. You need me to fill the emptiness you feel...And since you have let me be your first...you will most certainly let me do it again……” His words were stabbing her heart...each of them went deeper...Because he was telling the truth...the truth she knew. He was reading her mind when he said \'\'You let Draco Malfoy, the notorious Death Eater take your innocence away. What would he say if he knew it, Granger? What would Harry Potter say....?\'\' And then he ripped her soul by saying \'\' Even if he is alive, you lost him. And you didn\'t even get me in return. You only let me fuck you. And I did. \'\'

With that he backed away from her and turned to leave.

Her voice stopped him
\'\'I hate you....I hate you so much…So much that it\'s eating me up. So much that it makes me feel sorry for you. Pity you. I despise you...\'\'

He turned around and looked at her. Then laughed....\'\' No you don\'t. You wish you could....but you don\'t.\'\'

He started to walk back to her. \'\'Wouldn\'t it be easier that way....if you could hate me? If you could say I forced you? \'\'

She pushed him away and tried to run....but she slipped on the polished wooden floor...and started falling, when he caught her and pulled her forcefully to his body. He grabbed the back of her head, and made her look at him. \'\'I didn\'t even have to try.....\'\'

She closed her eyes. \'Stop it...please...stop\'

\'\' I killed some of your friends, Granger. I destroyed so many lives you cared about. Maybe I even killed Weasley.\'\'

Her eyes snapped open. \'God, no....god.....please...He\'s playing with my mind\'

The horror in her eyes amused him. It felt good. So good....\' cry Mudblood....let the tears run...so foolish, so weak.\'

\'\' And you kissed me, last night...you undressed me...you invited me. You let me fuck you and you loved it....that\'s why you cried. Won\'t you cry again? \'\' and kissed her roughly...

She felt like throwing up again. But fought against it...Hermione wanted to hurt him...as much as he hurt her.
More.
She had to hurt him more.

He felt her teeth sinking into his bottom lip...So hard...brutal, savage...and he tasted blood his blood.
She didn\'t know what she was doing. If she knew, she would have stopped.

She made him want her more; slamming her body to the wall...He touched the wound and looked at his fingers covered in blood then looked at her....with an expression of pure anger on his face. He read hate off of hers. He read pain. He read joy.

When he stepped closer she surprised him again...in a blink of an eye her fingernails scratched down his throat and chest until he managed to capture her arms....and then he saw blood on her lip...his pure red blood on her filthy lip. It was the most erotic sight. He kissed her again...willing to risk another bite. He had to. She was making him do it...

Hermione fought in his arms...trying to push him away...she was too weak. But she managed to break the kiss to say

\'\'What about you Malfoy? I could take your miserable life without a blink of my eye. You proved that you could not do the same...because you have the power to kill me and yet, I\'m still alive. You know why? Do you know why you come to my room every night and leave without hurting me? Because you can\'t make yourself do it....because it scares you....because you desire me...a mudblood. And you don\'t know how to handle it....

Out of all the others...you are thirsty for me. \'\' She spat out...\'\'It\'s sickening...isn\'t it…lusting after a low creature like me...for so long. How long, Malfoy?\'\'

Draco actually admired her. At that moment....she had nerve.

She continued
\'\'I was pure before you touched me. Now because of you I\'m the filth you always considered me to be…… And even if Harry is alive...I will never show my face in front of him...because I don\'t deserve him anymore. I don\'t deserve to love him anymore....but he will always...ALWAYS be the greatest love of my life…alive or dead. \'\'

He didn\'t recognize the feeling that suddenly wrapped around his heart.

How strong it had to be. Her love...her respect, and her admiration...for Harry Potter…“Pity he won\'t love you back.\'\' And he pushed her from him.

She laughed at his face…a sad, bitter laugh...\'\' He will...only he won\'t be able to look at me...but even I am not able to look at myself. He will love me back...because that\'s who he is. I wish he wouldn\'t ...because that way...it wouldn\'t hurt him....\'\' Her head fell to her chest.

Draco couldn\'t tell, he couldn\'t tell how he felt...So he turned and walked away...he wanted to run away...away from her, because she ...she made him lose control...in so many ways and so little time that it was...frightening.