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Sarah, as in my sister, do not read this. I’m begging you… just don’t. K? This is so not my normal line of writing. But you seem to always get on here when I do write this kind of stuff… and in turn, READ IT. So don’t. Just scroll down and forget all about this.
Author: Irisri
Title: This is My Nightmare (1/2)
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-HBP - Hermione is on a mission, but she’s captured by none other than Draco Malfoy.
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Words: 874
Warnings: Dark (read part 2’s warnings)
Prompt: Fear
Prompts Complete: 23/100 (dhr100)
Disclaimer: Hermione, Draco, and any other HP characters, objects, places aren’t mine… however, you see someone that you know or a fact is not in any HP book… that character IS mine… thank you very much :P
Everything makes her jump, for she can’t be too careful. She knows someone is following her, but she doesn’t know who.
It could be Harry, Ron, or someone else from the Order, to make sure she’s all right.
But it could be a Death Eater, or it could be more than one.
A twig cracks in the air and she jumps a mile high, only to realize it was she who made it do so. She lets out a sigh of relief and hurries through the Forbidden Forest. She hasn’t been here since Hagrid had showed the students the Thestral, or told them about it.
She hears the wind blow softly through the leafless branches of the huge trees.
She’s scared. If anyone asked, she would never admit it.
And then, her mouth is covered, and she lets out a muffled scream, as she feels hot breath against her ear and cheek. She carefully moves her wand to face the stranger behind her, but she doesn’t get a chance to so much as think of a spell before she hears the person growl, “Stupefy.”
She awakes, feeling sore, and she has a headache.
“Hello, Mudblood,” she hears a snarl that she knows all too well.
Her head shoots up and she whispers, “Malfoy.”
He repeats her mockingly, and comes inside the cell in which she’s imprisoned.
“Where is the Order’s whereabouts, Granger?” he asks in a voice that is not at all like the one she is used to.
She’s used to the mean, mocking voice. But she is not used to the cold, hateful, feeling-less voice that rumbles from his throat.
“I’ll never tell you,” she says defiantly. It’s so cliché, she thinks as he comes closer, unbuttoning his robes, that she should say that. It’s like out of a bad spy movie she saw once with her parents.
“You’ll die without pain if you tell me, Granger,” he says, leaving his robes on, but unbuttoned, revealing a lean body that’s clad in trousers and a pearl-button shirt.
“Can’t even go capture someone without getting dressed up, Malfoy?” she asks.
He snarls at her, but doesn’t move.
She hates the way he is looking at her, like she is property, something to be used for his liking.
But he doesn’t look strong enough to hold her down.
“Where is the Order’s whereabouts?” he repeats, and she stares at him through her almost-hazel eyes with contempt, saying without words that she’d die before she’d reveal as much.
He unbuttons his shirt, carefully slipping the pearls through the small holes. Once he gets down to his waist, he tugs the shirt out of his trousers.
“Where?”
She refuses to answer. She will, she swears to herself. Get out of this place alive, unharmed, except for a few likely bumps and bruises.
She notices for the first time, her wand is missing, and her head turns wildly looking for it.
“Granger,” he says in a hard voice.
Her eyes shoot up and see him twirling the wand in his fingers. It’s hers, she knows without actually looking closely at it.
Suddenly, she feels helpless, but she refuses to let out the whimper that’s threatening to escape her throat when she sees him snap her wand in half
“Not wanting a fair fight, Malfoy?” she asks as coolly as she can.
“It is a fair fight, Granger. I won’t be using my wand on you.”
She looks down, but only for a second when she sees that his trousers are tented, just ever so slightly.
She bites her lip, not because she’s tempted to tell him where Harry and everyone else is, but because she’s scared, and thinking as hard as she’s ever thought before.
“Where are they?” he asks idly.
She stalks up to him and looks him right in the eyes, and gathering all the courage that she has, she slaps him as hard as she can.
Her hand stings, and she knows what’s going to happen now. He’s going to lose control, and he’s going to kill her. She knows it.
But that isn’t what’s in his eyes when he looks back at her. She sees anger, hatred, yes, but she doesn’t see the promise of death in the depths.
Not yet at least. She knows she is going to die, because she’s wandless, she’s in a cell with Draco Malfoy, and there’s probably Death Eaters throughout the building.
He’s still staring at her, but when she comes back into reality, he lifts his hand and slaps her. She sprawls out on the floor. She picks herself up on one hand while holding her cheek with the other.
She’s knocked down again when he kicks her harshly in the stomach.
“Tell me!” He yells.
She gasps, and coughs, but shakes her head.
She hears the sound of a zipper being lowered. She keeps her head down until he lifts her chin with his wand and stares at her hard.
“Tell me,” he whispers in a deathly whisper.
She shakes her head and he pulls away, wiping his wand on his trousers before taking them off. He’s in nothing but boxers now, and he looks at her one more time before pulling off the boxers too.
End of Part One
Part Two
Author: Irisri
Title: This is My Nightmare (1/2)
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-HBP - Hermione is on a mission, but she’s captured by none other than Draco Malfoy.
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Words: 874
Warnings: Dark (read part 2’s warnings)
Prompt: Fear
Prompts Complete: 23/100 (dhr100)
Disclaimer: Hermione, Draco, and any other HP characters, objects, places aren’t mine… however, you see someone that you know or a fact is not in any HP book… that character IS mine… thank you very much :P
Everything makes her jump, for she can’t be too careful. She knows someone is following her, but she doesn’t know who.
It could be Harry, Ron, or someone else from the Order, to make sure she’s all right.
But it could be a Death Eater, or it could be more than one.
A twig cracks in the air and she jumps a mile high, only to realize it was she who made it do so. She lets out a sigh of relief and hurries through the Forbidden Forest. She hasn’t been here since Hagrid had showed the students the Thestral, or told them about it.
She hears the wind blow softly through the leafless branches of the huge trees.
She’s scared. If anyone asked, she would never admit it.
And then, her mouth is covered, and she lets out a muffled scream, as she feels hot breath against her ear and cheek. She carefully moves her wand to face the stranger behind her, but she doesn’t get a chance to so much as think of a spell before she hears the person growl, “Stupefy.”
She awakes, feeling sore, and she has a headache.
“Hello, Mudblood,” she hears a snarl that she knows all too well.
Her head shoots up and she whispers, “Malfoy.”
He repeats her mockingly, and comes inside the cell in which she’s imprisoned.
“Where is the Order’s whereabouts, Granger?” he asks in a voice that is not at all like the one she is used to.
She’s used to the mean, mocking voice. But she is not used to the cold, hateful, feeling-less voice that rumbles from his throat.
“I’ll never tell you,” she says defiantly. It’s so cliché, she thinks as he comes closer, unbuttoning his robes, that she should say that. It’s like out of a bad spy movie she saw once with her parents.
“You’ll die without pain if you tell me, Granger,” he says, leaving his robes on, but unbuttoned, revealing a lean body that’s clad in trousers and a pearl-button shirt.
“Can’t even go capture someone without getting dressed up, Malfoy?” she asks.
He snarls at her, but doesn’t move.
She hates the way he is looking at her, like she is property, something to be used for his liking.
But he doesn’t look strong enough to hold her down.
“Where is the Order’s whereabouts?” he repeats, and she stares at him through her almost-hazel eyes with contempt, saying without words that she’d die before she’d reveal as much.
He unbuttons his shirt, carefully slipping the pearls through the small holes. Once he gets down to his waist, he tugs the shirt out of his trousers.
“Where?”
She refuses to answer. She will, she swears to herself. Get out of this place alive, unharmed, except for a few likely bumps and bruises.
She notices for the first time, her wand is missing, and her head turns wildly looking for it.
“Granger,” he says in a hard voice.
Her eyes shoot up and see him twirling the wand in his fingers. It’s hers, she knows without actually looking closely at it.
Suddenly, she feels helpless, but she refuses to let out the whimper that’s threatening to escape her throat when she sees him snap her wand in half
“Not wanting a fair fight, Malfoy?” she asks as coolly as she can.
“It is a fair fight, Granger. I won’t be using my wand on you.”
She looks down, but only for a second when she sees that his trousers are tented, just ever so slightly.
She bites her lip, not because she’s tempted to tell him where Harry and everyone else is, but because she’s scared, and thinking as hard as she’s ever thought before.
“Where are they?” he asks idly.
She stalks up to him and looks him right in the eyes, and gathering all the courage that she has, she slaps him as hard as she can.
Her hand stings, and she knows what’s going to happen now. He’s going to lose control, and he’s going to kill her. She knows it.
But that isn’t what’s in his eyes when he looks back at her. She sees anger, hatred, yes, but she doesn’t see the promise of death in the depths.
Not yet at least. She knows she is going to die, because she’s wandless, she’s in a cell with Draco Malfoy, and there’s probably Death Eaters throughout the building.
He’s still staring at her, but when she comes back into reality, he lifts his hand and slaps her. She sprawls out on the floor. She picks herself up on one hand while holding her cheek with the other.
She’s knocked down again when he kicks her harshly in the stomach.
“Tell me!” He yells.
She gasps, and coughs, but shakes her head.
She hears the sound of a zipper being lowered. She keeps her head down until he lifts her chin with his wand and stares at her hard.
“Tell me,” he whispers in a deathly whisper.
She shakes her head and he pulls away, wiping his wand on his trousers before taking them off. He’s in nothing but boxers now, and he looks at her one more time before pulling off the boxers too.
End of Part One
Part Two