All her Fault

Draco lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. Where was she going? He wondered. Only one way to find out. He picked himself up off the bed, grabbed his wand and exited the common room.

He seen a light up ahead and he figured it was her. So he kept is wand tight in his hand and followed. It was her. He turned down the passage that led him to a wooden door. He thought twice about going in but did anyway. The door creaked open.

A blast of light beamed on his face, “It’s just me!” he cried, covering his eyes.

Hermione lowered her wand to the ground, “Are you following me?” she asked.

“To be honest, yes.” He answered.

“Wow, didn’t expect you to tell the truth.” She retorted.

“Malfoy’s don’t lie. Besides, I thought being out with you would be better than be in bed.” He whispered huskily.

“Uh huh…” she drawled, turning back the room.

He walked up behind and, “What is this place?” he asked, looking around.

“I don’t know…Fireus!” she pointed at an old fireplace.

The fire illuminated the room. It looked a lot like the shrieking shack, apart from all the tilting and noises. There was busted furniture, broken vases and torn table cloths. There was a shelf above the fireplace that had dusted over photo frames and little ornaments that didn’t look too friendly. They began to move.

Hermione walked over and picked up one of the moving ornaments. It was tiny little ornament of a Manticore. Weird, she thought.

“What is it?” Draco asked, walking over to her.

“A Manticore…looks a lot like Osiris.” She replied, putting it back up on the shelf; it sneezed.

Draco chuckled at the sound of the sneeze, “Right. Who are these people?” he said, picking up a frame and wiping his sleeve over it.

Draco stared at the moving photo in shock, “what is it?” she asked, looking over at it.

She couldn’t believe her eyes. Was it really… “Father?” Draco muttered.

Lucius Malfoy, was standing just as smugly as he does now, with… “Mum?” Hermione mumbled.

Okay, this was weird! Lucius Malfoy and Jane Granger…standing…together…hugging…kissing. Hermione and Draco placed the frame back up and moved onto the next. Another one of Lucius and Hermione mother. And another. And another! Dancing, kissing, talking, smiling. Hermione and Draco sat down on the floor in front of the fire, too scared to sit on the couch that looked a little dangerous.

“Was your father Head Boy when he was here?” she asked.

“Yes…im gonna take a stab in the dark and say that your mother was Head Girl.” He answered, turning to her.

“This must have been…their room.” She mumbled.

“What’s that?” he asked curiously.

“I remember my mother telling me about her room that she shared with another…the head boy. She never told me who he was. Apparently, she had dated him since second year. He married a witch that had been chosen by his parents, and she was destroyed…so to get revenge on him for going through with the marriage, she married a muggle.” Hermione explained, it all coming back to her.

“Merlin…father never tells me anything, so I wouldn’t know. Apart from one thing…” she said, leaning closer to her.

“What?” she asked, also leaning in.

“I asked him why he had a problem with you and he said…because of your mother.” He finished.

Draco looked her deep in the eyes. Hermione felt his stare penetrate her; she quickly looked away. Draco looked down at the ground and sighed. She felt close to him; a little too close perhaps. Maybe it was the room? Her mother and her father obviously created this room for their own little fun. Maybe she could…no. that’s just wrong. It goes against the laws in her mind.

“Draco…” she whispered, glaring at the flame once again.

He slowly turned his head to her, “Yes?” he answered softly.

“Maybe…” think before you speak Hermione! “Why don’t we go back to the common room…or we could, stay here for a little while…” she said, looking into him again.

He didn’t answer right away, but the look on his face let Hermione know that he didn’t want to leave. Slowly, she moved her hand onto his. He looked up at her, with a curious expression. She tangled her fingers in his and moved closer to him, where she laid her head on his shoulder.

He could smell the essence of apple, waft through his nostrils as his nose touched her fine hair. He closed his eyes and slowly reopened them, to find a pair of swirling, brown orbs, level with his own. He was about to say something, when she silenced him with her index finger as she ran it along his top, then bottom lip.

Her soft touch sent a slur of shivers down his spine. She traced her finger up his jaw line, around his ear then to the back of his neck, where she lingered on stray hairs. All of a sudden, Hermione blanked. From where she was, she was looking down on herself and Draco.

Draco was on his back while Hermione straddled him. He was looking up at her lustfully. She sent her lips crashing down on tops of his, like it was a battle of who was more rough. Draco ran his hands all of her body as she grinded herself into him, making him moan into her mouth. Hermione watched herself and Draco cautiously. All of a sudden, Hermione ripped away from Draco and plunged her fingers, deep in his chest.

Blood covered her hands as she twirled and played with his insides. She jolted and tore at his skin as he out coughed blood. It trickled down the side of his mouth as she pulled her hands out slowly and licked her fingers. Draco’s voice tore her away from this vivid image. Beads of sweat trickled down her face as she sat up.

“Are you alright?” he asked, with a look of utter terror.

Her eyes darted around the room and up at him. She jumped to her feet and ran out the room and back to the common room. “Hermione!” he called.

Draco looked into the fire and fell back to the floor. What the fuck just happened? He thought sadly.

A/N so there is chapter eight. don't worry, don't worry there will be more gruesome chapters i promis you that! i have a knack for writing those kind of things...i'll having you throwing up all over your keyboard! mwah ha ha! nah just gamin! but nah, you might gag a little. thank you for my first review on this story and i hope that stephanie and cristie don't hate me...