Hermione lay on the couch, curled up in Draco’s arms, reading a book. They had been in this position for two hours now, Draco having fallen asleep about an hour and a half ago after realizing that Hermione was really “just going to read”.
A tired sigh escaped her lips, and she closed the book, placing it in her lap, before closing her eyes and resting her head on Draco’s shoulder. She felt his arms tighten around her waist.
“I thought you’d never stop reading.” He yawned.
“I thought you were sleeping.” She retaliated.
“I was, you woke me up.”
“How did I wake you up?”
“By slamming your book shut. You really need to learn to control your temper.”
Hermione laughed and repositioned herself so that she was sitting on her knees, facing Draco.
“Well, I guess I could always just go upstairs and leave you to take your oh-so-important nap.” She joked.
“I don’t think so” he said quickly, pulling Hermione back down onto himself with such force that Hermione screamed.
She raised herself back up and placed a soft kiss on his soft pink lips before readjusting herself. She was about to lay back down when Draco pulled her into another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. Smiling to herself, she rested herself again in Draco’s arms and attempted to get some sleep.
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Hermione awoke a few hours later, still on the couch with Draco. Her favorite part of falling asleep in Draco’s arms, was being able to wake up to his smell. She took a deep whiff of his cologne and smiled. Everything was finally perfect.
She heard someone knock at the door (well . . . portrait) and groaned loudly.
“I was comfortable” she grumbled on her way to the door.
She opened it and saw a small package sitting at her feet. She stared at it blankly for a few moments before reaching down and picking it up. The label read:
TO HERMIONE GRANGER
HEAD’S COMMON ROOM
HEAD’S COMMON ROOM
“Who would send me a package?” she wondered aloud.
“Open it and find out”
Hermione jumped at the voice and turned to see Draco standing by the couch with a smile on his face.
“You scared me” she said, clutching her chest.
She slowly walked over to where Draco was standing, all the while slowly opening the package.
Inside was a picture of Draco and Hermione in middle of a very romantic kiss, and another one of them asleep in Draco’s bed. Hermione pulled out picture after picture, all of them including her and Draco together. Under all of the pictures was a note:
If you’re filthy hands ever come near my son again, you will have hell to pay, mudblood.
Hermione screamed and dropped the entire package on the ground. Draco bent down and looked at the pictures slowly, a scowl forming on his face. Finally, he saw a corner of the letter peaking out from under a picture and he pulled it out. After scanning the letter quickly, he chucked it on the ground and let out an enraged growl.
He looked at Hermione, trying to show concern, even though the fire blazing in his eyes told otherwise, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.”
He moved forward, bringing Hermione into a comforting hug, only to have her pull out of it and look up at him with frightened eyes. He looked at her in shock, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say.
“I don’t think it would be smart to-“ Hermione started.
“You aren’t actually scared, are you?” he yelled accusingly.
“Aren’t you?” Hermione yelled.
“I told you I would take care of it.” He stated, toning down the anger he felt.
“No. I don’t think it’s smart if we spend too much time together.”
“It’s just one thing after another with you, isn’t it?” he yelled, “First you say we can’t be together because of Ron. When he finally comes around and you and I can be together, this happens, and we suddenly can’t be together anymore! I’m starting to think you just don’t want to be with me!”
Hermione could feel tears forming in her eyes, “Of course I want to be with you!”
“You’re doing a great job of showing it!” He screamed, turning and walking out of the door.
Hermione dropped to the floor, a fit of tears overtaking her. The hairs on her neck suddenly stood on end and she silenced, turning her head slowly, finding cold grey eyes staring into hers. These eyes may have looked just like Draco’s, but they weren’t even close. The anger held in these eyes made Hermione shuffle backwards, sniffing her tears away as her sadness was replaced with utter fear.
“So I see you took my advice. That was smart of you, mudblood.” The voice snarled.
Hermione gulped and nodded in agreement. She tried to stand to her feet, but was quickly forced back to the ground. She let out a scream as she felt her ankle snap against the force.
“Ah ah ah. Now we can’t have you attracting any attention, can we?” he snarled.
She saw him wave his wand, and glared into the harsh eyes of Lucius Malfoy. He smiled down at her wickedly.
“I wouldn’t get so snooty if I were you,” he growled, “your life is in my hands.”
She panicked inwardly while desperately trying to look strong on the outside.
After giving him another glare, he snarled at her and yelled, “Crucio!”
Hermione felt an immense pain fill her entire body and tried to scream, only to hear nothing but air leave her mouth. She cringed and squirmed under the force of the spell for what seemed like hours before it was finally lifted.
He grinned down at her wickedly, kicking her in the face and then the stomach before disapperating out of the room.
Hermione screamed, finding that her voice was back, “Help me! Somebody please help me! Help!”
She screamed until the blood flowing from her nose began to choke her, screamed until she could no longer breathe and was choking, screamed until everything went black and the world was silenced. The last thing she heard was the portrait door slamming open and someone shouting her name.
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