Abused Massacre

It was the beginning of December and they were to have an outing to Hogsmead. Draco was never totally enthused about these trips, but went just to get out of the castle. Throwing on a heavy black coat, he sauntered out to the common room. Hermione was sitting on one of the plush chairs in front of the roaring fire. She was wearing sandy colored jeans that rested just below her hip bones and a black off the shoulder sweater with worn out black converse. Her black pea coat and red and gold scarf lay thrown on the back of the over stuffed couch. The girl likes black he thought to himself. He himself was wearing dark washed jeans with a red long sleeved collared shirt. He walked over to where she sat curled in the large chair reading.
“Aren’t you going?” he asked.
“Yeah, but I’m waiting for Harry and Ron.” Looking up from her book. “I swear, they take longer than I do to get ready sometimes.”
“Alright, well I’ll see you there.”
“Later.” She said looking back down at her book. “Oh, wait!” she said. Turning back around to look at her, she put her book down and stood up. Her long brownie colored hair tumbled down her lower back. “I wanted to get my hair cut and colored while we’re in Hogsmead. What do you think about the layered look?”
“Umm… I don’t know?” he said questioningly. Why is she asking me this as if I care? “Honestly Granger, I have no idea. Why don’t you ask the little Weasly?”
“Oh, I already did. She’s coming with me. But I wanted to hear a guy’s opinion. I forgot to ask Harry and Ron last night. So, what do you think?”
“Well I like your hair long…I guess. What color do you want?”
“I’m not sure yet, but you like it long?” she said. “Yeah, I’ve heard guys usually like long hair.” She said more to herself than to him. “Okay, well thanks.” He grunted and walked out.
What was all that about? Since when has she ever cared about what I think? I hope she doesn’t do anything stupid and ugly. Girls, he thought as he met up with Crabbe and Goyle. The snow was falling heavily as they exited the entrance hall.
They briskly walked out of the castle to the small village.
“What are we going to do here?” Crabbe asked.
“Yeah, Draco, what are we going to do?” Goyle repeated. God, these guys can’t think for themselves.
“I don’t know. I guess we could go to Honeydukes then get something to drink at the Three Broomsticks. Lets go.” He said annoyed. Once in the warm candy store he browsed around. Should I get her something for Christmas? Malfoy, what are you thinking? She’s a filthy mudblood he thought, but still found himself looking at the girly looking sweets. Motioning to the two buffoons, he left the store empty handed.
As the exited the store he caught a glimpse of Hermione as she walked into the hair salon with the little Weasel. I wonder what she’s going to have done?
“Are you guys done here? Why don’t we just cut back to the castle.” They obediently followed. After seven years, the small town had become boring and repetitive to just about everyone.
Back at the castle he left the two meatheads to lumber back to their common room while he set off for his own. Sitting in the warm circular room, he was beginning to regret not getting her something.
“Why are you still thinking about it, you dolt? She doesn’t deserve anything. Plus you’ve never bought a girl something and you’re not going to start with her.” he said to himself. Staring into the fire, he stood up and headed back out the door.

“Prior” he said as he entered the room. Hermione was back at her place on the chair. He stopped dead in his tracks. She looked up and smiled at him.
“So? What do you think?” she asked bubbly. He couldn’t say anything and just stared. “So…you don’t like it?” she asked with a hurt look.
“No! I mean Yes! No! Oh… I’m confused.” He heard himself say. You are a git just like she says. Since when have you not known what to say to a girl?
Her straight hair fell just below her back in long layers. The chocolate brown was littered with small wisps of a soft blonde. She had cut in long angled bangs that fell femininely across her forehead.
“You look… nice.” He managed. Dumb ass.
“Thanks. Harry and Ron liked it too.” She said as she looked back down at her book. You are the biggest idiot ever. Walking to his room he flung himself on his bed. What’s come over me? ‘You’re falling like a brick’ said a voice in his head.

The next two weeks whizzed by for him and Hermione. All the preparations for the ball had built up a lot of stress resulting in the completion of the Jack Daniels bottle. The night of the ball had finally arrived and he was to escort her to the ball under the orders of Dumbledore. He watched amusedly as Granger was running around like a mad woman trying to get ready. They had agreed that they would wear the same colors to the ball. She had chosen all black which didn’t come as a surprise to him.
“Jesus, slow down woman.”
“Don’t you ever call me that again.” she snapped as she put on her make up. He had just come out of the shower. “The ball starts in 20 minutes and you’re just getting out of the shower!”
“Calm down.” He said as he walked to his room. Taking the all black suit out of his armoire, he proceeded in put it on. He had chosen a tasteful three piece suite with a black tie. Fixing his hair with a small amount of gel, he was ready. Walking out to the common room he sat at the large table and waited for Granger to come out of her room. After another 10 minutes her door finally opened.
“It’s about…whoa.” he said with his eyebrows shooting up. She had come out wearing a form fitting strapless black satin dress that hung just barely off the floor. It clung to her ample bust line and slid sleekly around her small waist show off her every curve. There was a long slit running up the side of her dress revealing a lacy black garter on her upper thigh. Her hair was thrown up in a sloppy bun with smoky eyes to match the dress. She had a light gloss on her lips that made him want to attack them with his own. As she rushed over to him, her two inch black stilettos clicked on the hard wood floor. In her hand she held her wand, two masks, and a small black clutch.
“Here” she said as she handed him a plain white mask to cover only his eyes. Pulling the elastic bands off the back of both she held it up to his face and said “atisar” and the mask magically attached itself to his face. Preparing to do the same to herself he quickly grabbed her chin. Surveying her face and gave her a small wicked smile.
“What?”
“Congratulations.”
“Huh?” she said, confused.
“You’re beautiful.” He said as he leaned in and gave her a long kiss. “Mmm… strawberry.” He said as he broke the kiss. She smiled.
“Now, you’ve messed up my gloss.” Opening the silver snap on her clutch, she pulled out a small tube of strawberry lip gloss. Before applying she leant in and gave him one last enticing kiss. “Okay, we have to hurry” she said through staggered breaths. Putting the white mask to her own face she quickly attached it. “It won’t fit in my purse.” She said as she moved the soft fabric of her dress and slipped her wand on to the inside of her thigh with the garter. Moaning at the site of her creamy skin he seize her and began ravaging her mouth. His tongue hungrily stroked hers as his hands grabbed her backside. He heard a soft moan come from the back of her throat as she slipped her hands on the inside of his jacket. “We. Have. To. Go.” She said through the kisses. “Draco…” he had moved to her neck. She called me Draco. Biting her lightly, she let out a soft sigh of contentment. She smelled good. Like strawberries. She moved her hand and pulled his head up as to continue kissing him. Sucking on his bottom lip she gave him a soft nip and pulled away. “Really, we’re late now. We have to go.” She breathed applying more gloss to her swollen lips. Straightening his jacket he offered her his arm as the departed the circular room.

Following the large crowd that was moving towards the great hall. Entering the large room, it looked magnificent. Fake snow lay around the edges and long thick strips of silver fabric draped the walls in multiple scalloped shapes. Hundreds of small fairies flew around the ceiling emitting a small stream of golden sparkles behind them.
Once everyone was settled at the numerous round tables around the room Dumbledore stood up.
“You can thank your Head boy and girl for these wonderful decorations.” He was interrupted by a loud applause. “And now, will the two Heads start off our ball?” he asked with a gesturing hand. He didn’t know that they were supposed to dance in front of everyone. Standing, he offered his hand to Hermione who nervously took it. Walking to the center of the dance floor the music began and they started to move. He placed his hand around her slender waist and took her hand in the other. Putting her hand on his shoulder she looked up at him.
“Did you know we were supposed to dance in front of everyone?” she whispered.
“Had no idea.” He responded pulling her closer. She rested her cheek on his shoulder and he bent his neck down and leaned his head against hers. Other couples had slowly filtered out to the dance floor making them less conspicuous. “You really are beautiful.” He whispered in her ear. He felt her smile.
“Thank you.” She said softly. “You look very handsome yourself.” Once the song ended they parted and went their separate ways, he to a group of Slytherins and her to her usual group of scallywags. Sitting, he watched everyone dance when all of a sudden he felt something hit his lap. Shocked, he looked at Pansy who was wearing the skimpiest red dress he’d ever seen. She wrapped her arms around him and cracked an amazingly clown like smile.
“Hi Drakey poo. Do you want to dance?” He was transfixed by her red lips. They looked like two overly large chili peppers that moved.
“Not with you thanks.” As he tried to push her off his lap. He looked over her shoulder and saw Hermione watching them. He shook his head slightly, but she had turned back around. “Get off you little witch.” He said angrily.
“Oh you’re so cute Drakey. Am I your little witch?”
“NO! Now get off!” he said as he stood. She slid of his lap and barely caught herself before she fell. He fought hard to suppress a fit of laughter.
“Oh! Well I never!” she huffed. “What’s with you! Are you not attracted to me?”
“Frankly, no I’m not.” She gaped at him and stomped away. She was supposedly the hottest Slytherin there was, but he still didn’t want the little skank. Looking back to where Hermione had been chattering with Harry he only found that she was gone. Scanning the room, he immediately spotted her dancing with Dean Thomas. Sitting back down he watched them. She was smiling an awful lot. When the song ended she laughed and Thomas leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. She stopped with a shocked look on her face then proceeded to smile. He could see her beautiful eyes twinkle even from beneath the mask. She said something to him with a pat on the shoulder and then headed back to Potter and the two Weasly’s. He felt his temper rising and his fists had balled themselves up to fists.
Getting up he headed over to her table.
“Maybe I speak to you Hermione?” he said in the calmest voice he could muster. She looked up at him and stood.
“I’ll be right back” she said to her friends. He put his hand on the small of her back and lead her out to the balcony. Concealed behind a large pine, he rounded on her.
“What was that?” he snapped.
“What was what?” she said with a shocked look.
“Thomas. He kissed you!”
“So…it was only on the cheek.” She said. Her voice becoming defensive. “And why do you care so much Draco Malfoy?” He checked himself.
“I don’t.”
“Oh you don’t, do you? Then why may I ask are we out here?”
“Well I don’t want to see you going around just letting any guy kiss you.”
“Oh. Like you weren’t just any guy?” her eyes narrowed as she cocked her head to one side. “Are you jealous?” a small smile playing on her full lips.
“No!” he said a little too quickly. “I just don’t want to be kissing someone who lets anyone kiss her.” She reached to the inside of her leg and pulled out her wand
“Resitar” she said and he felt his mask come lose and fall to the floor. “I want to see your full face when you lie to me.” She snapped. Grabbing her wand from her hand, he removed her mask and let it fall to the floor where his had been dropped.
“You shouldn’t have let him.” He spat.
“Ugh! It was a peck on the cheek. And if you don’t like it, then don’t kiss me!” she practically yelled.
“Fine I won’t.” Giving him a look that could kill she turned on her heal and began to storm away. Grabbing her by the waist he pulled her back and pushed her to the wall. Taking her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers his hips pinning her in place. Taking her lips over and over again he felt something wet on his hand. Lifting his face he looked into her eyes.
“Don’t cry.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you Malfoy.” He leaned back down and kissed her more tenderly. Kissing her tears away from her soft cheeks he wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face into his jacket. The fairies in the pine next to them had all clustered to watch.
“Oh how romantic.” He heard one tiny voice say. Stroking her neck he let her go. Pulling out a small box from his pocket he handed it to her.
“Merry Christmas” he said. Teary eyed, she looked up at him questioningly as she took the box. Opening the box, she gasped and her hand flew up to her mouth as her eyes flew back up to his. Inside was a tiny band made of white gold. Pulling it out, she looked at it. He had engraved ‘I can still feel the butterflies’ on the inside. He watched as new tears spilled over the brims of her eyes. Taking the box and ring, he stuffed the box back in his pocket. Reaching for her right hand, he slipped the ring over her ring finger and handed her a napkin. She blotted vigorously at her wet cheeks then threw her arms around his neck.
“Thank you.” She whispered. He nodded.
“Hermione,” he said in the same hushed tone.
“Uh huh?”
“I love you.” She was quiet. He felt her wet tears on his cheek and held her tighter.
“I love you too.” She managed to whisper back.
“Aww.” Said numerous tiny voices and they both laughed.