Unravel

AN- Well while I had to fix my disclaimer...so sry about updates. My laptop broke and the story is on there! Sooo working on trying to get it off so I can update. Sorry!


Ron was the first person she saw flailing about, passing off that jerky thing he did with his hips as a dance move. It would have almost made Hermione crack a smile to see Lavender try to dance as graceful as possible with him while also being on guard from his waving limbs, except her current situation was more concerning.


Hermione made a quick move to the front past all the questioning stares to Professor McGonagall who sat warily watching her wild students. Her eyes lit up with hope as Hermione came into view.


“Ah Miss Granger finally,” She said while standing with haste. “Where have you been?” Her question was lost to her wisping Hermione away towards a glowing D.J. booth where Seamus Finnegan kept busy rotating discs and talking to his vivacious crowd. “Merlin’s pants these students really did need this,” she grumbled with almost pursed lips. “You have to talk to them, explain them the rules of our…little…” even McGonagall was at a loss for words to speak of when it came to this, “sock-hop,” she finished while eyeing all the purple glowing socks.


What about Draco though? He wasn’t up here being pushed against his will to speak to these kids. Hermione was annoyed with the whole student body and staff of Hogwarts at that moment. No one ever assumed that it would be anyone else but her to do this duty. Fuck, she was not an oozing brain on display! The Great Hall wasn’t living up to it’s name right then, it seemed to be trying to capture Hermione and close her in tightly. A sigh left her lips. She was not angry with the students, the teachers, or even the Great Hall. It was her who she felt disgusted with. Cheating? Really...what has become of her?


It was her who was so excited about this thing, she had spent every spare moment in the last two weeks advising people this way and that, making wonderful plans. It just wasn’t exciting anymore.


The spazzing students realized their Head girl had taken root in front of them and decided to calm down so she could have their attention. Her eyes began to water up involuntarily at the sight of Cormac in the far corner with a scowling Harry beside him. What did that mean? Cormac probably ran as fast as he could to tell them what his slut girlfriend had been doing alone with a fucked Slytherin. What lies did he plant in her best friend’s head? Why were they festering on his stale grim face?


Swirls of dizziness started to haze Hermione’s brain and the constant throbbing was ebbing at her sanity. The lights were too hot, the faces were too piercing. Ron was clueless though, if he knew he would be right beside Harry instead of whispering nonsense into Hannah’s ear.


It was all too much for her to handle right then. What damn lies was Cormac saying that were already spider-webbing out to the mass right in front of her face? What were they thinking of her now?


She looked frightened, lost; someone should grab the wenches’ hand before she breaks down in tears. Draco had finally decided to rip away from her whirl pooling emotions. It took all the fucking will he could muster to drag himself into the booming room. All that would be there was chaos and unraveling, on second thought, how could it not be a good show?


Except Draco knew that he had somehow evolved as a person and realized he could become just as attached to a gentle warm body as he could to evil relentless power. She had changed him without even trying to, she had changed him into someone who thought he might be in some warped fucked up love, into something he hated.


After speaking Hermione wanted to vomit. The words were shaky and everyone noticed how stiff she was. It was just watching face after face move from one to the other holding evil rumors that were passed through fast talking lips concealed with excited hands into eager ears. The Head Girl, prim, proper, prude and exuberantly beautiful has been fucking the Slytherin bastard Prince, cocky, pure, and stone fucking cold. Another random slut was probably what most of the males in the green house were thinking of Hermione, but that didn’t mean every one of them was jealous. She couldn’t take the scrutiny.


It was over though and her hands were so slippery they could barely grasp her wand. The female professor took hold of her shoulders and steered her away from the booth with a look a concern splattered all over her face. “Are you sick dear? Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?” Hermione’s glazed eyes searched for the soldier in her to tell the professor she was alright and only needed to sit down. The whispers immediately felt like roars all around her. There were accusations of Draco poisoning her…and surprisingly as she sat there she also heard the most unforeseen news of the day. News that confused her more than Draco could.


Her head snapped in the direction of a Ravenclaw boy, just ten feet away. "I heard that McClaggen was just having at go at her to win fifty galleons."


"No!" The red headed girl gasped that stood across from him.


"Yes, between him and Smith."


She made eye contact with the boy who said it across the room. His eyes bulged warily.


It was practically a minute she got to sit down before the two dim witted wankers swarmed around her angrily. Draco could see from their gestures that there was definitely fury piloting them. She sunk lower into her seat, another part of her soul slicing open. Draco felt a quick jab to his chest. It was sharp, almost like a tiny dagger had found it’s way through his ribs to stab his black heart. He never really had any true friends, but he assumed if he ever did they would not yell at him and humiliate him where the whole school could watch with twisted fascination as he cried silently. Not like he would ever take that shit, or ever cry either, but the point was that those assholes needed to lay off and give her some space to fucking breath.


Then there was poor fucking Cormac in the other far corner already surrounded by swooning girls obsessing with the fact they might get a chance to date the guy that Hermione Granger dated. It was almost as if he could give a shit that his girlfriend had been caught with the sexiest guy in school. In his mind Hermione was replaceable. There were so many of them around with their tits bursting from their tight dresses, just aching to be touched.


In the back of Cormac’s mind he felt just a slight pang for the girl who fell for his poetry act.


***


“You let him touch you.” It was a grinded out statement of hatred. Ron was raging with burning ferocity for the boy he fucking hated and the quivering girl in front of him he thought that he knew. The thought of that slimy fucking git running his hands along Hermione was breaking his heart into shards.


Harry was cold, in the face and to the touch. Maybe Cormac was mistaken in what he heard, what he smelled? Hermione disliked the prick as much, or even more than he and Ron did. It was her knuckles that crushed into Malfoy’s face in third year. He decided that she at least deserved a chance to explain something, at least try to explain what the fuck was going on. He wanted to ask her questions, ones that were scolding his brain and blinding his sight. “Tell us.” He said calmly. “Tell us what is going on.”


She looked up at both of them. The truth had to be brought to the surface and it wasn’t looking easy. Every path looked thorned and angry, ready to attack her. This was going to hurt…her and them. Her heart began to bleed at the thought of it, “I-I,” it was hard to pass words through a constricted throat. She took a breath and tried again. “I want- I want to tell you guys everything.” She glanced around at the students who were trying not to listen and watch the scene of the separating Golden Trio. “But in private please, whe-where we can really talk.”


Ron’s face was still as bright as his long locks and his face was still sour, but he seemed to agree. Harry straightened up at the proposition. It was only right to give her this. Let her explain the things Cormac said and why her speech lacked it’s normal Hermione liveliness’.


***


The three of them left the room single file, Hermione looking like a prisoner being led somewhere between her two towering friends. Everyone at the dance saw them leave, but tried not to notice. Draco saw her hair lying limp around her face with one strap of her pale pink dress falling off her shoulder; she didn’t bother to move it. How could someone who barely twenty minutes ago was absolutely glowing with sexual beauty now walk as if a smile never graced her lips? Did he ruin her reputation so badly? No. He felt he knew her just a little better than that. It was the shame her friends were pouring over her in thick suffocating sheets that made her dull. The piercing eyes around her, judging her, probably made the situation worse. There was no god damn way Cormac meant as much to her as to make her cripple. There were other things, deeper things that were running rampant in her head.


Her heel crumpled over and her ankle buckled weakly. A moan of slight pain was let out as Hermione straightened her foot again and began her decent down the copious sets of steps and seven floors below her. By the fourth floor her feet had had enough and she was forced to sit and take them off. A beautiful rosy smell wafted through the air at that moment and tickled under her nose. Who the hell is working at this time? Her curiosity hooked her in and she set down the adjacent corridor to see who it was.


“I should have figured it would be you Malfoy, what are you up to?”


He sat mixing a light pink potion (a perfect match to her dress) that’s contents seemed to be vaporizing off the magnificent smell. Draco looked up at her through the cloud and smiled mischievously.


“It’s not a love potion if that’s what you’re thinking,” he told her matter-o-factly. “It’s just something I had to tweak for N.E.W.T.S.” She peered over the rim of the cauldron and thought it odd she couldn’t place what the potion was exactly. She then remembered it wasn’t uncommon for some potions to appear or smell unusual to different people.


“It smells beautiful.” Hermione blushed after she said it, not realizing it came out as a dreamy sigh.


He smiled genuinely. That girl was supposed to belong to him. She spoke again to cover up her bluster. “We should both be down there helping the professors you know.” Her tone was back to business.


“You mean you,” he replied back with a smirk. “No one expects me to be down there hosting a fun party greeting all my rambunctious guests with smiles and hand shakes.” He could tell he won the argument by the way she bit her lip and stopped talking. A few moments of silence passed comfortably between them.


Hermione just couldn’t leave the room. She was bolted in place just by his presence.


“You look beautiful Hermione.” Her eyes shot open in shock and bewilderment. He was still smiling, still stirring; he meant what he just said.


Her eyes narrowed, “Tell me more lies so you can go crazy and push me away in some crazed outburst.” There was an air of amusement in her voice, as she rolled her eyes and waved her hand randomly.

Damn. What would it take to get her to see that he was sorry for that? He wouldn’t say it, he would never say it, but if there were a way he could show her than he would definitely do it. By just standing there he could tell that she cared for him and that she was worth knowing about his fucked up knotted world.


“I’m not lying.” She never noticed that he stopped stirring. It was only when the electric jolt of energy passed through her body as his lips took over her own that she noticed he was even standing. He held her small frame closely to him. His grasp was firm as if he were scared to let go.


Scared, frightened, absolutely terrified out of his mind that she would never be in that place again, whatever he felt he knew it was a heavy weight. He gripped her tighter, but gentle enough she could be a glass doll.


Hermione felt warmth begin to flow through her, fuzzy, numbing warmth. Her breath was taking backseat to the acts her mouth was performing. The skin on his body, stretched over sculpted muscles tasted sweet as nectar. She felt like biting into him and dragging her nails over his scorching body. His lips were traveling over her throat, to her collar bones and slender shoulders. Resistance was not an option, she belonged here. It was finally as if a gap had been filled in where a gaping hole had once taken occupancy in her chest.


He turned her around to roam his hands along her sides while his mouth took tender nips at her exposed skin. Draco couldn’t hold back his hard member from growing into her back. She felt it and pushed herself against it. The growl that left his mouth reverberated over her skin. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to resist such a sweet man that spoke with such flirtatious words. He thought it up in his head to be an act that she would eat up, but it ended up he really acted natural. She wasn’t a fucking slut that needed her hair to be pulled to get off. She deserved the romance aspect of this whole thing.


It was amazing that his brain even thought of that, that it even cared. Merlin she was pushing his limits.


Hermione opened her eyes to see if she could get the chance to turn and catch his lips, the sight made her take a sharp breath. A full length mirror was in front of them reflecting back an image of herself in her most primal state of need. His eyes saw this and decided that if she was going to watch she was at least going to see something amazingly sexy. His hand grazed her skin along her inner thigh and boldly reached out to kiss the moist spot on her panties. Teeth quickly bit down on Hermione’s lip as she watched him find the core of her pleasure and swirl lazily. Ecstasy was overflowing the room and filling their lungs to the point of panting.


***


It all spilled out of her so easily like a knife had been taken from between her legs to her throat. It came out rushed and ugly with all the heinous details Hermione felt appropriate. Including her stirring deep feelings she harbored for the guy they all thought she despised. She explained how she thought that this was what love would feel like if love had been born with a psychosis problem.


Neither could believe what she was saying but she kept on saying it. She was saying it in earnest and with compassion and as her two best friends they could see that fucking yes, she was being brutally honest. It doesn’t mean they accepted it with open arms.


“But he’s still a Death Eater!” Ron shouted.


Hermione was quick to respond, she knew that was coming. “But I don’t think he wants to be! I know he’s fight-“


“Think? Hermione?” Harry cut in with a look pure of curiosity.


“No!” She said urgently hoping for just a second that they might believe her. “Lucius has some weird control over him! It’s some twisted pure blood Death Eater thing! I know it!”


Harry’s lips were pursed, he was worried. “You can’t save him if that’s what you’re thinking. Remember the house elves Hermione? Things have nature to them. It was the house elves nature to be loyal and serve for their master and it is Malfoy’s nature to be a cold blooded fucking Death Eater!”


Hermione was almost crying again. They were not right about this. Draco was going to be saved even if he doesn’t know it, even if she had to go through damn hell. They were looking at her sadly and Ron whispered, “Why him Hermione? Why did you have to fall in love with Malfoy?”


All three brains understood what was going on and what was being said of Ron’s statement, but they didn’t want to address something that nothing would come of. Harry decided to change the subject slightly, “So what of Cormac?”


It was an attentive question as if he felt like he was walking on eggshells. She didn’t mind though, she already knew of the fool he made her. “He was just playing me like a fiddle the whole time from very start to very finish. All he wanted was what all perverted guys want-” she looked up at them, her face cracking with the first signs of amusement since they arrived, “not you guys, other guys. He never cared for me like I thought. When he angrily dueled with Draco it was only because he was going to lose a hefty bet to Zacharias Smith.”


“What bet?” Ron demanded.


“Fifty galleons he could sleep with me by the end of term.” Words couldn’t even escape through the confused features of two very raging men. She continued on though in the same monotone voice. “I overheard it while I was sitting down after my speech.” She paused a moment. “It’s alright though, I love someone else anyway.”


The two best friends didn’t know what to say to that. Be happy that she’s not mourning over Cormac or pissed off that her feelings lie strongly with the one they hate. Her words were so blunt, but so strong. Her friends sat down shocked on either side of her. Even as they sat, more emotions still swarmed with confusion began to bubble in them. They were ready to face what they had to, just like they always did.


“So what now,” Harry asked.


***


Draco knew they had gone to talk over all their precious little problems with hugs and kisses. That’s what fucking friends do. He was NOT jealous!


He sulked a while longer contemplating on how Granger was just poison in his life when he overheard Zacharius Smith almost whooping with glee.


“I knew you couldn’t do it McClaggen! I knew your lump of a brain would not be able to fuck the Head Girl! Now pay up, fifty galleons sir.”


Blood was traveling in a lava rage out of his ears and down his body. That fucking shit piece of wizard tried to sleep with Hermione over a bet? And she shed tears for that fucking bastard.


“You know McClaggen it’s better for you this way.” Draco had turned around to face the two guys that now resembled statues of stone. “Because this way…” Draco trailed off looking up into the deep blue dotted sky with serious calculation, “Ok wait.” He looked into Cormac’s eyes with a curious expression, “What do you think is worse? Extreme pain and suffering or death?”


Cormac, as a hulking man of over six feet with shoulder’s as wide as a professional quidditch beater, knew that he should not be scared of this pale faced piece of shit. It was just that the color wouldn’t return to his face and the feeling wouldn’t return to his legs. Draco Malfoy may be smaller that Cormac, but he was the one in control.


“You can’t decide? That’s alright, I’ve already chosen for you. You see, if you would have succeeded in this 2ed year attempt at a bet than…I would have had to kill you. But you didn’t succeed did you Cormac?”


Draco loomed in closer to Cormac, Zacharias was now reduced to a quivering pile of pathetic, no concern of Draco’s for the moment. Still no words were coming from their mouths as they stared wide eyed at the Slytherin.


DAMN! Cormac was screaming in his head. Before when he faced Malfoy, fury of losing fifty galleons was fueling his fire, now everything was lost and the intimidation that the blonde was hurling at them was already starting to bruise. When he started this thing with the Head Girl he never would have dreamed she had such dangerous baggage.


Draco’s playful remarks were no longer around, now he was practically spitting out his words like a venomous snake. “No! You didn’t!” He roared making the two cowering boys step back a foot or so. “So feel just a little bit lucky because today you will not die!”


A crunch so loud and sickening echoed throughout the room that every one within thirty feet of the three boys’ head’s jerked with a uneasy feeling running down their spines. Draco’s fist had collided with McClaggen’s jaw and unhinged it. McClaggen stumbled backwards holding his face in bewilderment, fear flooding into him like a dam had been broke.


Draco was quick to strike again giving Cormac no chance to find his bearings. This time Draco’s knee connected with Cormac’s gut and a whoosh of air in his lungs was forced out painfully. He fell to the ground then in agony, wondering if there was any way of escape. Malfoy was an animal at the moment and Cormac was well aware of Malfoy’s dark inner workings. Another fist landed between in his eyes and his vision was intact no more, just swirling motions of dots and streaks.


Words were trying to sputter from McClaggen’s bleeding mouth but Draco’s eyes were on Smith trying to scramble away. No fucking chance. That bastard had a hand in on Hermione’s misery.


***


A loud commotion shattered the peace that had settled over the dusty study the three best friends sat in. It was getting louder with shouts and screaming. They ran to the Great Hall, something bad was happening.
Hermione rushed through the Great doors because something in her gut didn’t feel right, whatever was going on in the mass of people was horrific. Screams were bouncing in all directions, some were out of terror for a scene Hermione had yet to see, others were encouraging.


She tried her hardest to make her way through the throng of people but with so much commotion and movement to see what was happening, it was hard to navigate. She finally reached the center of all the uproar and didn’t arrive a second too late to see Draco binded by the wand of Dumbledore himself and countless teachers helping up two masses of unrecognizable blood, consciousness barely able to grasp them for much longer.


Hermione looked at them, the two bodies beaten by hands with no remorse, then to the boy who was tearing apart with rage. His eyes were something Hermione could not understand. They glowed like the eyes of a possessed monster as he stared at the bodies that he had put in their current state. He had to have found out about the bet also, it couldn’t be coincidence that the two people he decided to pulverize were the same two people that just played with her heart.


She barely had time to scream out the words that were dying for release before Draco was drug away to some where unknown. “Draco!” Tears had begun to form, and she didn’t even comprehend that they were cascading down her face.


He looked up, realizing in astonishment the sensation of her voice and the sheer passion that powered it. He was only there long enough to give her back a look that proved that it was all for her, he cared this much or her.