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in the same boat…………..

A Dragon's Feast

by spiffytiffi
 
 

Chapter 3
 

Hermione accidentally spilled her goblet of pumpkin juice. <Damn, he’s doing it again!
What’s wrong with him?!> Flustered and annoyed, she waved her wand, muttered a spell,
and the mess was cleaned up.

For the past week, she has felt Draco Malfoy’s eyes on her, watching everything she does.
At first, she tried to ignore it, but lately his stares have gotten more intense.

“Arrgh! I can’t work like this!” she muttered to herself and marched straight to the Slytherin
table. She was confident he wouldn’t try anything – not in the Great Hall with all these students.
She was Head Girl and any sort of disruption would not go unnoticed.

“Malfoy, could I talk to you for a minute?” she said with forced politeness. He set down his
fork with appeared boredness and looked her lazily in the eye.

<What the-….. I don’t like this…….> her instincts told her. She gripped her wand in her
pocket a little tighter.

“What is it Granger?” he replied coolly.

“Erm, well, I think you should really…….uh,” she started, but soon realized she couldn’t
say it. What was she supposed to say? Stop staring at me? She knew he would instantly turn
the tables on her. It seemed pretentious, actually, to demand someone to stop staring at you.
Even if it is true.

“You should really listen to yourself. You sound as stupid as Longbottom,” Draco said, as
the table erupted in snorts of amusement.

Her eyes narrowed. “You have no right to make fun of Neville! He beat your score in
Herbology, you ferret, so you should talk!” Her house pride overcame her. Neville was her
friend – how dare this, this Death Eater talk about him like that!

Malfoy’s eyes darkened at that. Hermione gulped, but bravely went on. “A- And what he
lacks in skill, he makes up in heart! He’s twice the man you are Malfoy!”

At this he stood up sharply, banging the tabletop. The table grew quiet, his chair clattering
to the ground. He exhaled with a hiss.

“You think he’s better than me? It sounds like you like the little fool.” He stepped closer
with cat-like grace. She instinctively stepped back, stumbling a little.

“Compared to you….,” she started, not being able to control herself. “I like him ten
thousand times more than you!!” With that breathless exclamation, she sprinted back to
her own table.

Still standing, Malfoy stared at her direction, disbelief distinctly in his eyes. Then with a
curse, he knocked his goblet and plate off the table. He marched out of the Great Hall,
purposely stepping on the glass and porcelain, breaking them in the process. He looked
angry enough to kill.

Breathing harshly, Hermione placed a hand at her heart, to make sure it was still there. She
hated how she was now frightened of him. Somehow she couldn’t connect the annoying little
boy with the dangerous young man.

“Um, Hermione?” a soft voice from behind. She turned to see Neville.

“Oh, hi Neville,” she said quietly, smiling a little.

“I-I overheard what you said over there. Thanks a lot,” he said sincerely. Her smile widened.

“Don’t thank me, I was only speaking the truth. It would be like…..like thanking me for
saying your robe was black.”

He chuckled at that. His face then turned to that of concern. “Will you be okay? Malfoy
looked pretty angry.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that stupid prat! I’m Head Girl after all, I can take care of myself,”
she said, not feeling as confident as she sounded. Remembering the time on the train, she
remembered how physically strong Malfoy could be. Unconsciously, her hand brushed her
shoulders.

<The only advantage I have is magic. Lose my wand and I’m dead. >

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Cursing under his breath, it took all his strength not to lash out at all the idiots that surround
him. He briskly walked down the corridors, ignoring everybody.

The nerve of her, sticking up for someone as insignificant as Longbottom. The thought of
that made his blood boil. He would make her pay, oh he would–

He bumped into none other than Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Backstepping a bit, he muttered an apology, of some sorts. Dumbledore gave him a tight
smile and looked to see if anyone else was in the hallway. No one was.

Speaking quietly, Dumbledore inquired, “And how was the rest of your holiday, Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco, equally cautious, scanned the halls. “Fine, Professor.”

“Well, that’s good to hear! A good vacation bleeds out all of life problems! At least, that’s
what I always say,” he said, a bit louder and with considerably more cheer. “Well, off you go,
young student!”

With that, he walked past him, but not before discreetly patting Draco’s left forearm. Draco
said nothing, only looked blankly ahead. He waited until he could no longer heard the
Headmaster’s footsteps before resuming his pace.

Draco stopped at a nearby window and looked impassively at the fourth years trying to coax
a hippogriff to their side of the field. Massaging his left forearm, he gritted his teeth.

<Damn you Lucius……>

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Neville was having a bad day. Correction, a terrible day. Since yesterday’s incident, nothing
was going right for Neville. First, all his things were either missing or misplaced. For some
strange reason, he kept on tripping at the strangest times. Right now he was getting the yelling
of a lifetime by Snape. It seems Neville had cracked his cauldron and some of the potion was
leaking out.

Sympathetic, Hermione shook her head. Suddenly aware that someone was chuckling, she
turned to see Malfoy looking extremely pleased with himself. He turned to look at her and
pushed his bangs up off his forehead. His smirk deepened. His smile seemed to imply, Yeah,
it was me. What’re you going to do about it?

She growled, hands tightening into fists. The nerve of him! Poor Neville, he didn’t even
have anything to do with this feud. She was tempted to wipe that stupid grin off his face
with her book.

Neville’s day continued horribly, and by the end of the day he was practically in tears. All
the Griffandors, even some of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff members patted him on the
back in sympathy.

At dinner, an owl flew down and dropped a rather plain and sparse looking note to Hermione.
She looked up and saw that it was a Hogwart’s owl, not a personal one. She opened it, only
to find these words:
 

Neville will get the beating of his life tomorrow. Come to the empty dungeon room left of
Snape’s potion class tonight at 12 to plan how to protect him. Come alone, and don’t tell
anybody. We don’t know exactly who’s out to get him. – A worried friend
 

Her hand flew to her mouth. <Oh no, poor Neville!! It’s weird though, I _should_ tell Ron
or Harry. I mean, there’s no way they’d be part of the gang that beats up Neville. Hmmmm. >

However, she decided she could tell them after the meeting if she really wanted to. She
wondered who it was that sent the note to her. Malfoy couldn’t be that petty to beat Neville
up, could he?

<It’ll be entirely my fault if he does. Oh, if only I kept my big mouth shut! >

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So in accordance to the note, she came alone down to the dungeon at midnight. Holding
out her wand, she lighted her way to the indicated meeting area.

She opened the heavy wooden door and stepped in to find no one was there. Were they
late?

“H-Hello?” she ventured. Abruptly, the door closed with a slam and the lock clicked into
place.

“Silentisvatri,” a harsh whisper. Her eyes widened, but she forced herself to calm down.
She knew that spell. It made the confines of the area completely soundproof. No one could
eavesdrop or hear anything that went on in the room now.

<Don’t worry, they’re just trying to make sure no one overhears our conversation. A-A
precaution, that’s all…> she told herself frantically. She quickly moved her wand around
the room, trying to find the source of the voice.

Finally, she saw a silhouette, a very tall silhouette. Her eyes finally got used to the poor
light and saw that it was none other than Draco Malfoy.

She gasped in surprise, quickly backstepping into the door. She fumbled clumsily for the
door handle, only to find there was none.

Malfoy was tossing something in the air. He caught it with amused ease. “Looking for this?”
It was the doorknob. She looked at the door; true to his words, there was no way to get out.

“I already hexed the door you know, only I can make it open now.” He had a semi-crazed
gleam in his eye. Like a cat stalking its prey.

“What’s going on Malfoy?” she spat out, tired of his games.

“Think it through, Granger.” He paused, then sighed. “Shall I have to explain it to you?”

“Oh please do, because I’m dying to know,” she snapped moodily. <Stall him, stall him…..>

“Obviously I sent you that note. I wanted to have a real conversation with you, that’s all. I’m
just making precautions so that you’ll stay to hear me out.” His falsely saccharine tones chilled
her.

“Since when do you want to talk to the likes of me?” she shot out, her mind racing. Her
grip on her wand tightened.

He grinned evilly, and suddenly he slammed his body into hers. He gripped her tiny,
swanlike neck with his callused hand. She gasped, tears of pain spilling out of her eyes.
His grip tightened so that she could barely breathe, much less talk.

Towering over her, he placed his right forearm on the door, while his left hand was pressing
her harder against the door. Her hoarse cries were beautiful.

Leaning down, he whispered silkily in her ear, “Drop the wand.”

Using her free hand, she tried to claw his hand off her throat, to no avail. He grinned deeper
and he tightened his grip even more, making her struggles more frantic.

“Drop it.” His lips tickled her ear and he couldn’t resist giving it a naughty lick. He had
waited for so long……..

Almost out of oxygen, she dropped her wand with a clack. Without even looking down,
he kicked it far into the opposite corner. She was completely defenseless now. He finally
let go, and she sank to the ground, coughing. As she fought for air, she gingerly touched
her throat. She was positive there would be more bruises.

Even on the other side of the room, her wand illuminated the room eerily, and he could see
the bruises developing. He chuckled and stepped back a few paces.

Getting her voice back, she whispered hoarsely, “Get….away from me….”

Utterly amused at the thought that he is charge now, he merely sneered. “I don’t think
you’re in any sort of position to tell me what to do, Hermione.” He twisted her name
sensuously, almost perversely.

Her head shot up at the sound of her name. What was he playing at? She coughed a bit
more. So much for talking.

His demeanor suddenly changed from amused to irritated. “I constantly told you to stay
away from Potter and his lover, but you kept on disobeying me. Worse yet, you stood up
for that buffoon Longbottom. I won’t tolerate that – especially not from you.”

Despite the peril she was in, she could not hold back a snort of contempt. “Disobey?
Disobey?! Who are you to say I can’t disobey you, Malfoy?! I don’t have to listen to you!”

He growled, leaning forward and grasped the collar of her robe. He hoisted her up to her
feet and slammed her into the door again.

“You WILL listen to me, you stupid fool!” he hissed, giving off a powerful, dangerous aura.

Thinking back on the reason he wants her to stay away from Harry and Ron, it suddenly
hit her. “Since when do you care who I’m friends with?! So what if the Dark Lord is rising
and he’s after Harry? Why would you care what happens to me? Don’t you want all
Mudbloods to die, you dirty Death Eater?!!” she screamed, utterly confused, frustrated,
and terrified.

He blinked, temporarily forgetting his violent mood. Suddenly he gave a low laugh. She
thought he was a Death Eater? Oh, this was going to be even more fun than he thought.

“I’m not exactly a Death Eater yet, you know. But I’m sure my father would just love for
me to go to the Dark side,” he said softly, running a lazy hand down her side. “Maybe you
could convince me to stay with the Light?”

She flinched, wondering what the hell he was doing. She tried to struggle out of his grip.
The way he ran his hand down her side – she may not have much experience with men,
but she knew a sexual innuendo when she saw it.

<Why would he…..with me? Wait!>

“Hold on!” she suddenly yelled. She still tried to free herself. The way he was acting was
making her very, very uncomfortable.

“What the hell are you doing? Never in a million years would I think you’d–”

“Do what?” he whispered, his lips centimeters from hers. She quickly turned her head.
She was treading on thin ice. She’d have to be careful.

“Have you gone mad?! Since when has a Malfoy willingly touched a-a mudblood?
Couldn’t we just get back to hating each other? I’d almost believe you’re interested in
me!” Her hypothesis was, that if she pretended to be totally in control, maybe he’d let
her go.

<Oh gods, please please please let this work! Why didn’t I bring Harry and Ron? Or at
least tell them?! No one knows I’m here!>

She wished with all her might she could retrieve her wand. Then she’d blast him to oblivion
and back. She continued to turn away from him.

He ran his hand through her thick, wavy hair. She gasped, and tried to jerk away. He
gripped her scalp roughly. She couldn’t help but let out a squeal.

“Malfoy!”

His eyes narrowed. He dived towards the area between her neck and shoulders. He bit
her hard, enough to draw blood. She shrieked in pain, making him even more aroused. He
sucked hard, swallowing every drop of sweet blood. It was intoxicating.

He finally looked up at her, utter ecstasy on his face and gave her a smirk that would freeze
her blood. He looked at his love bite; satisfied that it would be there to stay. He thumbed it
and was pleased at how red it looked.

“I want you Granger,” he said huskily. He turned her head so that he could have access to
the other side of her neck. He placed several butterfly kisses up and down her neck.

Totally unused to these touches, Hermione stood helpless. Draco’s weight was preventing
her from sinking to the ground. She whimpered, utterly at a loss at what to do. She was
burning up and she hated it.

Draco sighed, it was getting late. He’d have to continue at another time. He pressed his
arousal against her.

“Do you feel that Granger?” he whispered in her ear, his voice harsh with desire. “This is
because of you. This is what you fucking do to me!”

She let out a gasp. Regaining her senses now that his assault has ended, she once again
tried to escape. He growled and grabbed both of her upper arms, holding her in place.

“I’ve marked you, Hermione,” he said menacingly. “That makes you mine.”

“You will tell no one of this. If you so utter a sound about this, I will go after everyone
around you. What you saw today was only a taste of my power. I could have kill
Longbottom any damn time I wanted. Do you understand?” He tightened his grip on
her arms.

Wincing in pain, she frantically nodded.

“Cross me, and I will NOT hold back. If you don’t return here tomorrow night, I will
NOT hesitate to strike. Lucius and other Death Eaters are just itching to get at your friends
and their families. You wouldn’t want to…….kill them, would you?”

Furious, she couldn’t believe the guilt-trip he was putting her in. Come back tomorrow?
As if she’d ever return.

But one look at his eyes was all that convinced her – she could tell he was utterly serious.
She started to tremble. Why? Why her of all people?

“So what are you going to do?” he asked slyly.

<Damn you! You want me to recite to you like a little schoolgirl? >

“I-I’m not going to tell,” she said reluctantly, baring her teeth to show how much she
hated the idea.

“And?”

“I…………I’m bloody coming back tomorrow,” she finally spat out.

“Good girl. I’ll just take this, as tomorrow’s Saturday. You won’t be needing it,” he walked
away with a chuckle and pocketed her wand. “You can have it back when I say so.”

She sputtered in disbelief. No wand? How the hell was she going to kill him now? He
walked past her and tapped the door, muttering a spell she never heard of before. The
door creakily opened.

She didn’t hesitate to dash out, but Malfoy caught her at the crook of her arm and spun
her back to him. Her inertia made her slam hard into him.

He kissed her harshly on the mouth, biting her lower lip. She gave a muffled cry, which
made him deepen the kiss. It was bruising and harsh – a kiss to remind her of her position.

After what seemed like an eternity, he released her lips, panting. Gods, just looking at her
red, swollen lips made Malfoy want her even more.

He sensuously placed his thumb in his mouth and removed it. He streaked it across her
cheek, leaving a trail of saliva. With a satisfied grin, he then pushed her out of the room.
Stumbling, she managed to fall on her butt to see the doors slamming shut.

Breathing hard, she ran as fast as she could to her own dormitory.

He cursed himself for not taking her then and there. He could have ripped off her robes
and had his way with her. Easily. Why the hell did he not?

<Anticipation……… It’s all about the anticipation…. > he thought to himself, trying to
ease his erection. Trying to distract himself, he lifted up his sleeve to inspect his arm.

Covering the majority of his arm was a silver metal plate, completely melded with his flesh.
 
 
 

AHHHH!!! Sorry sorry sorry!! I said there’d be raunchy stuff here, but……there’s really
not. I’m really sorry. I just wanted to slow the pace a little! (try to avoid tin cans of disapproval)
I’ll try to add the sex scenes later, I PROMISE!!! I never wrote a NC-17 story before, so I’m
a little…….er, unsure of how to write it without sounding lame. Please forgive me!!
 

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