Family Curses

The world of Harry Potter is property of JK R. No gain is created from the publication of this story.

Chapter 8: Show me your most intense desires.

"There are several good protections against temptation, but the surest is cowardice." - -- Mark Twain

Have you ever felt that your life is meaningless? That everything you've done has not given you any kind of reward? I feel it every day. Every single day.

Mother has spending more time with Granger that I like her to. She is also spending more time with me too but it doesn´t change the fact that she has yet to tell me what they are doing on weekends when they go out. Pansy really tried to get the truth from them but she came back with only a stupid smile telling me I should not worry they are just discovering the Muggle world.

Alright back to the meaningless life I have...I´ve have to say the two good things I´ve done are not killing the Head Master and talking to Granger to help Mother. If it weren´t for those two things you can say the life of one Draco Malfoy is really and even absurdly pointless.

The new home is ready and we are moving today. I can see the house elves working happily; moving things away… only what we value the most. I´m only taking a few books, clothes and some inheritance items. Mother is only taking her clothes and the pictures on which we look happier. So in reality talking to Granger was the best thing I´ve done so far.
Only because Mother looks happy and very sure Granger with her presentation is going to keep her out of Azkaban for good. Well until the day she dies of the awful curse eating her inside.

Mother assures me Hermione, pretty Hermione is going to win and I will have my magic all of it in a matter of weeks. I hope so, I really do. She is as Mother stated my best shot at getting my privileges back.

Granger is not really taking anything; she only has her personal stuff and it´s all on a stupid Muggle bag. She only has two books with her. One she had whit her when she first came to the Manor and one Mother gave to her yesterday. And I don´t completely understand why Mother gave Granger a book about international wizarding laws.

Maybe she did murder someone and she is trying to get away with it. Or maybe she is somehow breaking a law and is trying to avoid getting into Azkaban. Because to be honest she is not using it for the hearing. She´s not in need of international laws to get her way with the Minister or so I found out.

And just three days ago we went shopping to Muggle London and Granger spent most of her time of the Pelethon...Telephone. And when she finally returned to the table at the very Muggle restaurant Mother wanted to eat (don´t ask me why she is liking Muggles more now) she looked everything but happy. Mother and Granger passed a look and started talking about moving day. That only told me they are hiding some things from me, and I still don´t like it. I know everything they shop, everywhere they go, all they eat but they left what they do when they finished and don´t go back to the Manor.
Lest take yesterday for example.

They left the house at 11:00 a.m. went to the Muggle spa had tea and bought candles. That can take what 3 hours and they came back at 5:00 p.m. Mother looking like a new born vampire who just eat a whole classroom full with first years. Granger looking like she had just fought Voldemort. Bizarre!
I have to know. International Wizarding Laws and Muggle spas don´t really mix well in my opinion.


********************************************************************************

“Mother, tell me you are bloody joking.” I cannot believe what my eyes are seeing at the moment.

“Draco please is beautiful.”

“Come on Draco is not so bad.”

“You´re the one to talk Hermione. It clearly screams Granger.”

“Mother this is...”

“It´s what?”

“It´s very...”

“Muggle”

That one was Granger her mocking tone of voice tells me she is enjoying herself too much.

“Well yes. We are going to live like Muggles.”

I´m almost screaming is despair. Don´t get me wrong I have nothing against Muggles; well not anymore but I do not wish to live like one.
I storm outside. Mother knows me too well to try to try to talk to me right now.

But not Granger, I see her walking towards me and I can tell the conversation to come is not a pleasant one.

“Draco you are over reacting. Your mother is happy and you should be too. I remember you told me once not so long ago you want her to be happy. This house is helping her in that. She was on and on about all she wants to do here with you. Don´t pass the chance to do it just because the house looks a bit Muggle-ish.”

“Look Granger I´m not in the mood to talk to you now. You really think I don´t know she was simply doing what you wanted her to do. This is not her...this house is not Narcissa Malfoy at all.”

“And pray to tell me why?”

This bitch is getting on my very last nerve. I am going to hex her to the next century. Shit I just remembered I can´t do it.
“
I have reasons a lot if you must know.”
Granger is doing something she clearly doesn´t know she shouldn´t right now. She is nibbling her lips in a very sexy way.

“So... tell me your reasons. I can´t see a valid one.” Her eyes I want to see her like this all the time. It seems that now the only time her eyes are on fire is when talking to me.


I can´t really voice one at the moment can I? I´m lost in her looking at her is making me go crazier. And I found that very odd. I had reasons but now I can´t seem to find one. Stupid Hermione Grander and her cinnamon eyes.

“Because Draco, all I see in this home is beauty. And your mother is that. A beautiful soul, an extraordinary beautiful and powerful woman. She is that you are looking. But...”

She stop talking not because she doesn´t have the words. What make her stop was me, walking, invading her personal space.

“You are right Hermione. Mother is exactly what you are saying.” I can see Granger becoming scare, she is intimidated by me.
I am approaching her like a predator. I can´t lie any more I want her. Mudblood or not Hermione Granger has gotten into my very core and I don´t see a way of letting her out.

“Well, so you agree with me.” She is not backing out I knew she wouldn´t. She is playing too.

“I do. But the house is not only hers... you had your part in it. So you are beautiful as well.”

I think I was not really thinking when I kissed her. I let my weak side to take control of the situation. I let the evil in me win and desire to overcome the logical part of my idiotic brain. I wasn´t thinking.

And I wasn´t the only one. Granger is kissing me back. Her lips taste like coffee. Her hair smells like strawberries and her skin is so soft. I can get lost in her. I can feel her little hands on my chest. I´m at my breaking point if she doesn´t stop kissing me I know I won´t.
She is not stopping, she is not stopping. I can´t take this anymore. Her hands are traveling to my hair and my neck and she is feeling and pulling and touching.

For Salazar´s evil soul she just moaned. I have to stop. Even if I have to take a really cold shower. And I do, I stop before is late.

“Hermione you are...” My sentence died when I looked at her. My lord her eyes are beautiful and her face has the most amazing blush.

“No Draco you are...” I guess I´m blushing as well I can feel it.

“I´m what Hermione?” My forehead is just a little above hers resting from the heated kiss we shared.

“Playing a game I can assure you will...”

“I will what?” I´m whispering now afraid I will say it so loud it will break this incredible moment between us.

“Will lose.”

The bitch! I can´t believe she is walking away from me. I will make you pay for this one Granger. You´ll see.
**********************************************************************************
My new home is not so bad. Dinner is as always a big event. And the elves are wearing an extremely funny apron whit a silver M. I see more flowers everywhere I go.

My room is exquisite, deep royal blue covering the walls. My bed is as big as the one at had at the Manor dark cedar now. The carpet is a light tone of gray. The bookshelf is dark wooden too. And it has a matching desk and chair. The large window is something to look at. The garden is my view and I can bet all my money is enchanted. All in all the room it´s me. Mother did a fantastic job. I can´t wait to tell her so I can see her face lighting like it used too. My bathroom is covered mostly in white. White walls with details of black and silver.

“Mother, Hermione.”

I greet them politely taking my sit at the table. Ribbon is very anxious and waiting for me to make my feeling about the house. Just in case she needs to change something for me.

“Draco dear I´m glad you are calm now. So tell me in all honesty if you like our new home.”

And even if I didn´t I don´t have the heart to tell her that; not again.

“I do like it. I have to apologize for my behavior back then. I love my new room

Mother is simple yet elegant. It´s clean and at the same time formal. I really love it.”
Mother looks happy and when she throws at me the exacting details she is beaming with joy.


“I´m happy to hear that. Hermione was in charge to decorate you room my dear.”

I didn´t see that one coming. So Granger has good taste...well if she likes me she clearly has very good taste. I´m not looking at Mother when I speak next.

“She did a fantastic job. Care to explain the detail for me Hermione once we are done with dinner?”

She cannot refuse now; mother will know something happened if she does.

“I´ll be more than happy to do it Draco.”

“Excellent kids. I will leave you to it. I´m really tired it´s been an exciting day.”

Mother leaves us alone and I can almost feel the tension and energy coming from Hermione. She is also looking forward for the detail explanation.

********************************************************************************

Please R&R!!! As always tell me if you like it or hate it OK??