True Slytherin Intentions

Chapter 7| Slytherins Have More Fun

From the moment they had broken free from the hectic scene they left behind and the wind gushed across their faces, Hermione hadn’t stopped her panicked barrage of discipline raining down on Malfoy. He had slowed his pace behind her as they lurked through the darkened empty halls, his face falling into an annoyed scrawl.

“Are you quite done?” He snapped, holding back the low growl that wanted to tare free from his throat. “I could have left you both alone but I choose to sa-“

“Don’t you dare say save! You Draco Malfoy have never lifted a single finger to save me and-“

“Apart from today.” He cut her off, his eyes narrowing at her as they both came to a halt. “Yet here I am being told off like I failed to submit my homework from a girl who was petrified only moments ago. Am I missing something? Should I have left you alone back there? Did I do something I shouldn’t have?! Please tell me! Because right now I’m failing to see the reason why you are so bloody angry at me!”

A part of Hermione knew she was wrong but another part couldn’t accept what had just happened. A part of her drowning in the realisation that she had almost found herself in a position she hadn’t much thought of before Greyback. She was angry at herself that she had frozen, that she had failed to fight back and the only person that had stumbled to her rescue was the ferret that had turned his gaze away a year ago when the same danger presented itself. Her hero wasn’t her ginger shining knight or the lightning scared warrior of her best friend but the bleach blonde abomination that had made her feel so small only hours ago. There was so much that Hermione couldn’t accept, so much that threw her mind into a turmoil that only anger pointed at him could realise the smallest amount of pressure burning in her mind to keep her from collapsing into a victim of her feelings and memories.

She has over a million reasons to be angry at him but none would make their way past her tongue. She wouldn’t show that weakness again.

“Thank you,” she finally grunted after a few moments of silence. “Thank you for doing the decent thing for once in your little pathetic semblance of a life. But I didn’t need your help.”

Malfoys scowl grew larger as he took a step towards her trying to quell his anger before he took his own punishment.

“The little lion that thinks she needs to one. How has that played out for you so far? Always needing to be saved by Potter and that loser canary? It must poison your little pride that you needed a snake-“

“I didn’t need anything from you!” She snapped again, feeling tears grind behind her eyes from the growing frustration.

That comment alone had the scowl falling clean off Malfoys face. “Not yet maybe. But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll need me deep inside you just to breathe Granger.”

The words left Hermione stuck, her mouth wide open as her lungs battled with her mind to take a mouthful of air as Malfoy turned to leave deciding this moment in time wasn’t the right one to gain the reaction he wanted.

“Oh Merlin!” Hermione suddenly gasped causing Malloy to roll his eyes and glance back at her over his shoulder.

“A bit sooner than I thought Granger but I have no obje-“

“My bag! I left it back at the library and if someone finds it they’ll. . . They’ll know I was there! I’d have to explain everything and that’s if Goyle doesn’t-“ he saw the way her face had drained of colour and whilst her reaction at people finding out didn’t make the most sense he also knew it were her decision. She shouldn’t have to deal with the whole school finding out what almost had happened. She deserved her privacy. And whilst a part of him wanted to snicker and walk away leaving her to clean up the mess, another part couldn’t. Besides, it could prove to be far more fun for him in the long run.

“Leave it to me.”

“What?” She asked caught off guard.

“I will get your bag and I will deal with Goyle.” Not that there was much to deal with. Malfoy highly doubted Goyle would utter a word of what had happened at least not the truth but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to ensure his own dealings in their situation was well hidden from anyone’s ears.

“But-“

“Do you want to go back and do it Granger?!” He snapped watching as her mouth quickly shut closed. “Good. Now go.”

“I can’t, if I show up to slughorns class without my books he’ll-“

“Give you detention where you can make it up to me.”

Before he could allow Hermione a response to his words Malfoy sped off back towards the library leaving a very confused and anxious Hermione to make her way to her first class of the day.

~

When Malfoy first walked back through the library he couldn’t help the smirk pulling at his lips at the havoc. Teachers sped about the ground, books floating in the air as towering bookshelves levelled back up from the ground with Goyle no where to be seen. More than likely he sat in the infirmary, his wounds already being treated by Professor Pomfery.

But it was when his eyes landed on the scared second and third years huddled to the sides whispering among themselves that, that smile died down into something far more bitter. The look of pure pale trauma that played in their widened glazed over eyes brought Malfoy back with them, a second later and he was standing in that courtyard amongst the rubble and peers that had fought for their lives as he stood for a moment trying to force himself to make the right decision as his parents called for him. He remembered the pain that soared in his chest, the battle that tore at his mind which he failed miserably to win as he cowardly walked away from the final battle thinking Potter had died, thinking it was all over and his life had descended into a pit of pure darkness forever.

Not that much changed after.

Yet he shook his head refusing to allow himself to drown in his thoughts, not when his escape was so close at hand.

Moving forwards in almost unnoticeable slither, Malfoy knew exactly where he was going. He’d spotted Granger sat there year after year always claiming the same spot and just as he assumed, he was right. Her satchel was tucked into a dimly light corner, the towering shelves unharmed by his attacks as he snatched the bag muttering a concealing spell under his breath so no one would notice the extra bag thrown over his shoulder as he quietly made his way back out and straight to the infirmary knowing it would be a very quick visit.

Goyle had laid in the steel bed moaning in pain only to quickly silence himself as Malfoy appeared beside his bed. The conversation one sided as Malfoy uttered his threats if he refused to stay silent on all accounts and Goyle, the coward he was nodded with a whimper.

~

“Well I did not expect this from you Miss Granger, what a disappointment. I suppose there really isn’t much to do but have you catch up on the missing chapters after classes. Meet me back here after dinner for detention.” Those words alone had sent not only Hermione into a silent state of shock but the rest of the class as a low sigh in union filled the musty smelling classroom.

“He’s got to be having a laugh, you’re the top of the class! It’s your first slip up, he can’t give you detention!” Ron whispered to Hermione outraged as Harry’s sat on his stool shaking his head.

“Apparently he can Ron,” he mumbled letting his arm drop from Ginny.

The only great thing about repeating the year was spending most classes with Ginny, for once Harry felt as though he were making up for all the time he spent on the run away from his fiery redhead.

Hermione didn’t say anything as she looked down miserably knowing exactly what this detention would mean for her, especially when that bleach blond head popped up in the classroom doorway. But the lack of her bag had sent her wide eyes into a dark narrowed furry.

Why had she trusted Malfoy?

“Ah, Mr. Malfoy, what an honour to have you join us. What can we thank for this honour?” Slughorn asked turning his small beady eyes on the Slytherin.

“Sorry Professor, I was caught up helping in the Library after Goyle was attacked.”

“Ah, I see.” The Professor muttered straightening out his robes and nodding towards the back of the class, “Go take your seat then, we will continue assuming you remembered to bring the correct books from the assigned reading list?”

“Of course.” Malfoy replied walking to his seat and taking the stool closest to Blaise who immediately began bombarding him with whispered questions regarding Goyle.

“Oh yeah, but Malfoy doesn’t get-“ Ron’s annoyed words fell on death ears as Hermione sat livid, all the colour from her face draining completely until she was too weak to even hold her pencil. He’d tricked her! Made her look like a fool and already chipped away at her reputation! But she would be damned if she allowed him to take anymore from her!

She could barley focus on Slughorn as he began lecturing them about the rare ingredients for a sleep dwelling potion. In fact, the could barley focus on anything including Rons hand gently squeezing her knee under the table. The anger she was feeling spiralling up and down her spine fuelled by the pressure of Malfoy’s eyes daring her to turn and give him a single second of her attention, begging her to allow him to drink in even a little bit of her furry in.

“Don’t worry, you can copy my notes. You might only have to spend half an hour in detention that way-“

“Please like you wrote anything of use down. You Ron, only passed your O.W.Ls because of Hermione. I doubt you have anything she could use. When was the last time you even opened a textbook?” Ginny said laughing as she took a sip of her Pumkin juice.

“Um how many horcruxes have you destroyed again?”

The rest of the day had passed far quicker than Hermione had thought. She sat in her classes completely flabbergasted at her own stupidity that even getting her bag back was on the bottom of her list. Malfoy could keep it, it was pointless now. She would just go back tonight after detention and take out the books again, her other Professors were far more forgiving of her mistake but Hermione continue to torture herself for hers.

Never trust a Malfoy. It wasn’t rocket science and yet she failed to follow that one rule.

In fact she failed to follow most of her own rules when it came to Malfoy these past couple of days and the disappointment she felt within herself was almost too overwhelming.

Yet throughout most the day she could feel those silver fire eyes burning holes into her but she refused to glance back at them, refused to acknowledge his existence. As far as Hermione Granger was aware, Malfoy was nothing but a seething ant trying to crawl under her skin and she would cut him out.

“Hey, you okay ‘Mione?” Ginny mumbled, nudging her best friend.

“Yes I just . . . I haven’t had a detention in-“

“Ever!” Ron yelled cutting her off. “It’s bloody outrageous if you ask me.”

“I might as well get it over and done with.” She sighed pushing her plate away.

“But you barley ate anything!” Ron exclaimed only for Ginny to take the opportunity to bite back at her brother.

“I’m sure you’ll eat it for her.” Hermione, ignoring their bickering stood and gathered Ginnys borrowed books heading off to her detention after a quick wave goodbye completely ignoring the look of worry etched on Harrys face at his distant best friend.

She just wanted to get this detention over and done with and finally be back to her old self. There was nothing but disappointment and shame in the life she had missed out on and at this point, Hermione was done with it.

She hurried down towards the dungeons clutching her army of books against her chest as she shivered at the cold breeze that always seemed to hit pass through this part of the castle. The few slytherins that happened to be passing by didn’t help with the constant scowl glued in place and she couldn’t help but wondering if perhaps the constant cold was responsible for the frozen moods they always seemed to hold in place.

Turning the corner, Hermione’s=` legs moved swiftly at the lack of human presence as the hallways seemed to darken a little more leaving most of her shadow to be swallowed by the darkened corners narrowing in around her. Even the scent of pumpkin melted away leaving the biter scent of cement dust and musk to waft through her nostrils.

Almost instantly her back tensed as her speed slowed. The last time she had walked these halls was to help Nurse Pomfery gather and identify the victims. She could barley remember if she was standing on the middle of the dungeons or at the start, all she knew was that there was more bodies than she could count all caught under the bricks that had once made up the ceilings-

Her thoughts were forced to a abrupt stop as her blood suddenly pumped hot through her ears, every nerve in her body on high alert as a hand clamped shut around her mouth muffling her scream while another arm wrapped around her stomach pressing her tightly against their chest as they lifted her feet from the floor letting her books crash to the ground in a loud echo and pulled her into an empty classroom that Hermione couldn’t remember ever using in her seven years at Hogwarts.

She kicked her legs at the dust covered ground trying to reach one of the chairs to use it as momentum to push back at her attacker, her arms unable to reach the wand in her robes.

She yanked at her attackers arm using her nails to scratch at their flesh until she heard a pain filled groan against her ear. “Calm down Granger!”

Hermione instantly went numb in his arms as his voice registered in her mind but as always it did nothing to quell the nerves that raced through her.

She was never truly safe around Malfoy, especially not alone.

Mumbling against his palm she slapped at his hand until he finally let her go. Jumping forwards, Hermione spun around to see Malfoy’s silver grey eyes narrowed in at her, his pale skin almost illuminating the dark classroom as a frown etched itself across his forehead.

“If you stopped with the sudden jumping out of nowhere and the g-grabbing then maybe i would be far calmer!” She yelled, frazzled as her heart bashed against her chest, her brown locks framing her enraged face but her eyes were wide exposing the shock and fear all wrapped into one that she felt only seconds ago.

“If I did that you would never have even looked at me, you’ve been ignoring me the whole day.”

“With good reason! You got me in detention because I trusted you to get my bag which I happened to never see again.” Malfoy took a step forwards his lips parting ready to answer her back but Hermione was suddenly shaking her head throwing her hands up in the air. “No. No! I’m going.”

Moving forwards she tried to reach around Malfoy for the door only to have his shoulder push her back. “Going where exactly?”

“To the detention you got me into!” She snapped but as she attempted to leaven again, Malfoy’s hand shot out curling around her arm and yanking her a few steps back until the back of her legs were pressed up against the chair.

“No you are not.”

“Yes I am.”

“No.You.Are.Not.” He muttered, his hard eyes holding her hesitant ones. The air swept from her lungs as she struggled to swallow, his words low and tight triggering something inside her. “I haven’t been carting this about all day for you to spend the night with Slughorn.”

Malfoy reached his free hand towards his shoulder letting her invisible bag drop to the ground and grabbing his wand letting the enchantment fade away to reveal her bags stuffed with her books. “That wasn’t the plan.”

“You had it all along . . .why didn’t you-“

“Because I need you to make the choice.”

“What choice?” She replied, her words wavering as she noticed how close he was to her now.

“You can take your bag knowing full well I kept my word and go to your detention like the good little mud blood you are or you can spend your detention with me. But if you do go Granger . . . You will face the consequences.” The stubborn part of Hermione wanted to knee him right in between his legs, grab her bag and call quits to everything but the other part of her, the part of her that let the other night race across her eyes wanted to cling to the feelings her had somehow brought out of her. She wanted to embrace the part of herself she kept locked away for so long.

“A-and if I don’t?” She whispered as if her rage a mere few minutes ago bubbled down to nothing.

A smirk wiped across Malfoy’s face, his tongue dashing out to wet his lips as his eyes darkened slightly. “The consequences for that would be a lot more favourable for you.”

Do not trust him!

That voice in Hermione’s head was becoming quieter and quieter as through it were battling the feeling that was slowly burning its way up from inside her.

Remember what happened!

But it was becoming a distant echo against the roar of excitement he seemed to be promising her.

He stepped away from her and held out his hand, the ring on his finger glistening against the moonlight spilling in behind Hermione. “Scared are you? Slytherin fun a little too much for this lion to handle is it?”

Her eyes narrowed at his words, the annoyance eating her up as her hand shot out and took his almost too quickly. “There’s no going back Granger.”

“Just shut up and get it over with Malfoy.”

He yanked her forwards suddenly causing her body to crash against his with a soft Yelp escaping her lips as he tensed his jaw refusing to let the satisfied grunt hit her ears but he couldn’t deny the wave of pleasure that warmed his cold skin at the way her body moulded against his.

His other hand wound her hair around his knuckles in a fist, tightening until her head tilted back and her chocolate brown eyes were peering lost up into his.

“Oh no Granger, I’m going to take my sweet time with you. By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to breathe without me deep inside you.”