Fic: She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 08
Title: She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 08
Author: Carol Rodrick ( carollinali or Carol on FF.net )
Category: Harry Potter
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Summary: After the war, Hermione decides to live in the muggle world. She never expected to find Draco in there as well...
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance/Slice of Life
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Harry Potter universe. They are property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I make no money from the writing of this story.
WARNING: Prostitution. DH spoilers. Ignores epilogue.
She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 08
Draco can't help but to feel a bit nauseous. At himself, at the past, at that fucking nutcase Voldermort was, at his father and aunt... But mainly at himself. He always wonders what his life would be like if he had done things differently. He could have fought back. He could have abandoned his beliefs... Who is he kidding; - his father’s beliefs, but nevertheless, he could have done it all differently...
But no. He had to do things like that.
You are such a fucking coward.
He glances at Hermione, who is walking all over her library, getting things ready for the spell. She has given him a bottle of firewhiskey, and said for him to take a seat and start drinking, for the procedures are “as painful as the time you were marked.” She looks nervous to be doing this, but he, surprisingly, finds himself trusting her completely. He can't quite place why, but he does. He has poured half of the bottle down his throat already by the time she is ready.
“It's time.” She looks at him. She bites her lower lip, insecure. Draco is feeling so well and relaxed because of the alcohol that he didn't care at all about what he said next.
He grabs her hand. He caresses the back of her hand with his thumb, and says, his voice secure but somewhat blurry: “I trust you, Hermione. Just do it, already...”
She looks at him. Giving his hand a bit of a squeeze, she checks her preparations a third time. She then gets close to him, and gives him a flask. “It’s a numbing potion; it will help. Drink up.” He does. He doesn't take his eyes off of her. He takes another sip on the drink and places the bottle aside. She holds the arm that bears the Dark Mark and places it on the desk that faces him. “Now I'm going to bind you, okay?” He simply nods. He still looks at her, but she can tell he is totally drunk. That's good, because then he won't remember this too much. She casts a body bind spell on him, and then she does a silencing spell over that. She doesn't want to scare the neighbors...
She looks at him. And says, her voice deep and low: “I'm sorry, but it will hurt...” He seems to take a minute or two to comprehend her words.
He smiles, sheepishly. “I deserve it.”
Hermione opens her mouth to argue, but shuts up. It’s no use talking to him now. He is drunk. He called her by her name, for Merlin's sake. She takes a deep breath, and concentrates. She points her wand at the mark, and mutters the words.
Draco begins to scream at the moment she finishes the saying the oral part of the spell, but she doesn't stop the connection. Otherwise, she will have to start all over again. She doesn't dare to take her eyes off the dammed mark. She continues concentrating. Her ears hurt because of his screams, but at some point it didn't matter anymore.
He begs. He curses. He calls for his mother...
She cries. But she does not fail him.
Two hours later, the spell lifts on its own. It's done. Hermione feels so weak that she drops on the floor. Panting, she glances at Draco. He is breathing hard, really pale, but he seems fine. She casts off the binding spell. He falls from the chair he was sitting in, right next to her.
Grey eyes meet brown ones. He uses his last strength to raise his arm, and looks at it. There is nothing on it, only his skin. He smiles. And mutters, before falling into blessed sleep...
“Thank you...”
Hermione keeps looking at him. She knows he won't admit it when he wakes up that he said her name. She knows he won't remember. But it doesn't matter.
Her fingers caress his pale cheeks, taking his fair blond hair out of his face. Everything Harry told her about what he saw on the night Dumbledore died comes to her mind. And she also remembers the few encounters she had with Draco during the seventh year. The torture. The way he looked.
She finally lets a deep sob well up from her. She begins to tremble, but pulls him to her, without caring that he doesn't know. She just wants to feel another human being's warmth. She hugs him hard, and begins to rock herself and him back and forth. Crying, she whispers...
“We were so young... Oh, Merlin, we were so young...”
After some time, when she feels calmer, she levitates him to her own room, and tucks him into bed gently. She lies beside him, facing the ceiling, and barely remembers to cover them with a blanket before she sinks into sleep.
Continues...
Chapter 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13
Author: Carol Rodrick ( carollinali or Carol on FF.net )
Category: Harry Potter
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Summary: After the war, Hermione decides to live in the muggle world. She never expected to find Draco in there as well...
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance/Slice of Life
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Harry Potter universe. They are property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I make no money from the writing of this story.
WARNING: Prostitution. DH spoilers. Ignores epilogue.
She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 08
Draco can't help but to feel a bit nauseous. At himself, at the past, at that fucking nutcase Voldermort was, at his father and aunt... But mainly at himself. He always wonders what his life would be like if he had done things differently. He could have fought back. He could have abandoned his beliefs... Who is he kidding; - his father’s beliefs, but nevertheless, he could have done it all differently...
But no. He had to do things like that.
You are such a fucking coward.
He glances at Hermione, who is walking all over her library, getting things ready for the spell. She has given him a bottle of firewhiskey, and said for him to take a seat and start drinking, for the procedures are “as painful as the time you were marked.” She looks nervous to be doing this, but he, surprisingly, finds himself trusting her completely. He can't quite place why, but he does. He has poured half of the bottle down his throat already by the time she is ready.
“It's time.” She looks at him. She bites her lower lip, insecure. Draco is feeling so well and relaxed because of the alcohol that he didn't care at all about what he said next.
He grabs her hand. He caresses the back of her hand with his thumb, and says, his voice secure but somewhat blurry: “I trust you, Hermione. Just do it, already...”
She looks at him. Giving his hand a bit of a squeeze, she checks her preparations a third time. She then gets close to him, and gives him a flask. “It’s a numbing potion; it will help. Drink up.” He does. He doesn't take his eyes off of her. He takes another sip on the drink and places the bottle aside. She holds the arm that bears the Dark Mark and places it on the desk that faces him. “Now I'm going to bind you, okay?” He simply nods. He still looks at her, but she can tell he is totally drunk. That's good, because then he won't remember this too much. She casts a body bind spell on him, and then she does a silencing spell over that. She doesn't want to scare the neighbors...
She looks at him. And says, her voice deep and low: “I'm sorry, but it will hurt...” He seems to take a minute or two to comprehend her words.
He smiles, sheepishly. “I deserve it.”
Hermione opens her mouth to argue, but shuts up. It’s no use talking to him now. He is drunk. He called her by her name, for Merlin's sake. She takes a deep breath, and concentrates. She points her wand at the mark, and mutters the words.
Draco begins to scream at the moment she finishes the saying the oral part of the spell, but she doesn't stop the connection. Otherwise, she will have to start all over again. She doesn't dare to take her eyes off the dammed mark. She continues concentrating. Her ears hurt because of his screams, but at some point it didn't matter anymore.
He begs. He curses. He calls for his mother...
She cries. But she does not fail him.
Two hours later, the spell lifts on its own. It's done. Hermione feels so weak that she drops on the floor. Panting, she glances at Draco. He is breathing hard, really pale, but he seems fine. She casts off the binding spell. He falls from the chair he was sitting in, right next to her.
Grey eyes meet brown ones. He uses his last strength to raise his arm, and looks at it. There is nothing on it, only his skin. He smiles. And mutters, before falling into blessed sleep...
“Thank you...”
Hermione keeps looking at him. She knows he won't admit it when he wakes up that he said her name. She knows he won't remember. But it doesn't matter.
Her fingers caress his pale cheeks, taking his fair blond hair out of his face. Everything Harry told her about what he saw on the night Dumbledore died comes to her mind. And she also remembers the few encounters she had with Draco during the seventh year. The torture. The way he looked.
She finally lets a deep sob well up from her. She begins to tremble, but pulls him to her, without caring that he doesn't know. She just wants to feel another human being's warmth. She hugs him hard, and begins to rock herself and him back and forth. Crying, she whispers...
“We were so young... Oh, Merlin, we were so young...”
After some time, when she feels calmer, she levitates him to her own room, and tucks him into bed gently. She lies beside him, facing the ceiling, and barely remembers to cover them with a blanket before she sinks into sleep.
Continues...
Chapter 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13