Epilogue
Hermione spent a whole weekend in bed. She couldn't wait for Christmas to come so she could go home for a few precious weeks and forget all that had happened. Ron refused to go near her-wouldn't even sit near her at the dinner table. Harry, of course, was torn between two friends and had to split his time between the two of them.
As she wasn't speaking to Parvati either (no matter how many times the other girl apologized), she had taken to spending a lot of time with Ginny Weasley, who traded between bad mouthing her brother and Malfoy. Hermione didn't have the heart to tell her that it didn't help.
As for Malfoy, he refused to look at her in the halls, didn't speak to her, not even to insult or abuse her. She felt so empty and alone. She didn't love him, but there had been more than 'just sex' like she had told herself. They had.been friends, even if only for a little while. That was what she was really going to miss.
He had started the year wanting to possess her, to keep her as his. She was frightened at how close he had gotten to actually doing so.
On the train home she sat alone with her schoolbooks. There was no one else. She and Malfoy had made plans for a private box for the whole train ride back to King's Cross, but now he was off with his Slytherin friends, probably telling horrible stories about her. The second term would most likely be unbearable.
Alone, she cried.
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Draco was silent on the way home. The initiation ceremony was to take place on New Years. He, Crabbe, and Goyle would be joining the Death Eater ranks. Nothing pleased him more than to know that he would be fighting in the army against Mudbloods and Muggles. His father had high hopes for him, hoping he would lead the next generation of Death Eaters, and he probably would.
She had made him strong. His hate for her, for others like her, had placed a power in his black heart that he would use to his full advantage. It would be easy to torture Muggle women. All he would have to do was put Hermione Granger's face over theirs.
And eventually, eventually she would get hers as well. It would be a slow, painful torture that he would enjoy immensely. He would make her pay for what she had done to him. He would not admit that she had broken his heart, but she would know.
Draco hadn't quite decided what he would do to her yet. Maybe he would just keep her forever, just as planned. Granted, she wouldn't be nearly as comfortable as originally planned.
The memory of her tight little cunt around him was still fresh in his mind. He still hadn't had enough of her. He didn't think he ever would ever get over her, and why did he have to? He could keep her against her will for forever.
Yes. That would make him happy.
Hermione spent a whole weekend in bed. She couldn't wait for Christmas to come so she could go home for a few precious weeks and forget all that had happened. Ron refused to go near her-wouldn't even sit near her at the dinner table. Harry, of course, was torn between two friends and had to split his time between the two of them.
As she wasn't speaking to Parvati either (no matter how many times the other girl apologized), she had taken to spending a lot of time with Ginny Weasley, who traded between bad mouthing her brother and Malfoy. Hermione didn't have the heart to tell her that it didn't help.
As for Malfoy, he refused to look at her in the halls, didn't speak to her, not even to insult or abuse her. She felt so empty and alone. She didn't love him, but there had been more than 'just sex' like she had told herself. They had.been friends, even if only for a little while. That was what she was really going to miss.
He had started the year wanting to possess her, to keep her as his. She was frightened at how close he had gotten to actually doing so.
On the train home she sat alone with her schoolbooks. There was no one else. She and Malfoy had made plans for a private box for the whole train ride back to King's Cross, but now he was off with his Slytherin friends, probably telling horrible stories about her. The second term would most likely be unbearable.
Alone, she cried.
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Draco was silent on the way home. The initiation ceremony was to take place on New Years. He, Crabbe, and Goyle would be joining the Death Eater ranks. Nothing pleased him more than to know that he would be fighting in the army against Mudbloods and Muggles. His father had high hopes for him, hoping he would lead the next generation of Death Eaters, and he probably would.
She had made him strong. His hate for her, for others like her, had placed a power in his black heart that he would use to his full advantage. It would be easy to torture Muggle women. All he would have to do was put Hermione Granger's face over theirs.
And eventually, eventually she would get hers as well. It would be a slow, painful torture that he would enjoy immensely. He would make her pay for what she had done to him. He would not admit that she had broken his heart, but she would know.
Draco hadn't quite decided what he would do to her yet. Maybe he would just keep her forever, just as planned. Granted, she wouldn't be nearly as comfortable as originally planned.
The memory of her tight little cunt around him was still fresh in his mind. He still hadn't had enough of her. He didn't think he ever would ever get over her, and why did he have to? He could keep her against her will for forever.
Yes. That would make him happy.