Evil Never Looked so Good
By: Rosa Nicole
Disclaimer: This is J.K.'s stuff. Also, I got the title off the box for the movie Wicked.
A/N: I have never attempted this kind of story so..............I hope it turns out ok. It takes place in the gang's 7th year.
Chapter 1: When a Dragon Comes Out to Play.....................
Draco Malfoy roughly pushed his pale blonde hair out of his eyes, and tried to concentrate on the spell he'd
been trying to master for days. He had to be able to learn it in order to be eligible for the advanced charms class, which he desperately needed to be in. Lack of food and sleep made him irritable, so most of the Slytherins tried to steer clear of him. The test was in a short week, and Draco feared that he wouldn't have time to properly learn the spell. He had never been so exasperated in his life. He cursed his stupid wand and flung it at the wall. "The hell with it!" he hissed loudly.
Draco decided to stop bother trying, and go for a late night walk to calm his nerves. He stormed out of his room in a fury of emotion. As he quickly walked through the common room, most of the Slytherins exchanged surprised looks, seeing as it had been so long since Draco last emerged. The first to go up to him was Pansy. She jogged behind him and grasped the back of his arm. Draco, not bothering to turn around, flung his arm out with just enough force to knock Pansy to the ground, and kept on walking. A few students let out shocked gasps, but when Draco turned his head and snarled at them, they all jumped back a mile. No one dared mess with the dragon.
Once he was out the portrait hole, Draco felt a little more relaxed. He was somewhat deprived of human life, and wanted to see other humans, but no one was around. All the students were safely tucked inside their common rooms, sipping hot tea by a crackling fire. He decided to go to the tower where his astronomy class was held. There was an amazing view, and it was a peaceful place for someone to gather their thoughts.
Draco quickened his pace and began to run when he got to the stairs. He was about to shove them door open, but stopped when he heard noises. Who was in there?
Draco slowly and expertly opened the door. The person inside didn't hear, and still had their back to the door. As Draco slid into the room, he saw that the figure was a petite, brown haired girl, wearing a sleek white nightgown. One hand was outstretched to the open window, as if she was trying to catch a star.
Draco, however, didn't care who she was or what she was doing. He wanted her out. Now.
Draco made a low growling sound, and the girl gasped and whirled around. It was none other than Hermione Granger, that mudblood that Pansy loved to make fun of.
Draco expected her to run in fear, as most people did upon seeing him, but as soon as Hermione got over the initial shock, her features returned to normal.
"What are you doing here?" she asked forcefully. Draco's eyes widened. What am I doing here, he thought. What is she doing here? She shouldn't be questioning me. He hissed loudly, hoping that Hermione would get the message and leave.
"What?" Hermione said loudly. "Have you turned into such an animal that you can't even speak anymore? All you can do is make noises?"
If Draco had his wand then, he would have killed her. He could have disposed of her without the wand, but that would be too much trouble. No one should talk to him like this, question his genius. Don't bother with her, Draco told himself. She's just a stupid mudblood.
Hermione was staring at him curiously. She hadn't seen him in a while, and he looked very dangerous. His hair hung limply over his eyes, his robe wasn't buttoned, revealing the better part of his chest, and his face was streaked with dirt and sweat. Wait a second, Hermione thought to herself. This is Draco Malfoy we are talking about here. He could never be dangerous. Could he? Hermione felt like laughing, but the look in Malfoy's eyes was starting to make her uncomfortable. Maybe I just better go, she thought. I don't want any trouble............
"Fine, Malfoy, I'll go," Hermione said, gathering her things. She seriously thought that he was going to let her go without saying one word. However, when she reached the door, he blocked the way and shot his
hand out, catching her small arm in an iron grip. "Hey! Ouch---that hurts! Let go." Draco gave her a sick and twisted grin. "I don't think so," he whispered. Draco forced Hermione's arm upwards and slammed her into the wall. He brought his face close to hers, and Hermione winced when she felt his hot breath on her cheek.
Hermione had heard talk of how dangerous Draco had gotten lately, but she never really experienced it first hand. "Please let me go Malfoy," she said, quiet but firm. He started to laugh, and ran an icy finger down her side. "You know Voldemort?" Draco began, "And all the........terrible..........things he has done?" Hermione nodded slowly. "It's mere child's play, compared to what I could do to you."
She cleared to throat and said, "What are you going to do to me?"
"You're lucky your so pretty. If you weren't you'd be dead already. I can kill just as easily as you can pass you exams."
"What does my being pretty have to do anything?" Hermione asked, her voice shaking a little.
"Let's just say I will have more of a use for you."
"Malfoy............What are you talking about? Are you a death eater? Is Voldemort rising again?"
Draco gave her a small smile, and took something out of his pocket. Hermione saw silver gleaming against the moonlight, and tried to scream when she figured out it was a knife. Draco forced his hand over her mouth and whispered, "Relax.......relax little girl." Hermione tried to ease up, but she couldn't help being tense against him.
"I don't like this dress............" Draco said testily, fingering one of the white shoulder straps.
"It's not a dress..............it's a nightgown," Hermione said shakily. Draco's cheeks began to flush a little, and he slashed one of the straps away. "Are you questioning me?" he hissed. Hermione quickly shook her head.
"Good girl. Now what is it?"
"A dress that you don't like."
"I asked you what it was bitch. You didn't need to add your own comment."
"I know," Hermione said, "I threw that in just for you." Draco narrowed his eyes , grabbed a fistful of her hair, and hacked a large chunk of it off. Hermione looked at him with horror. To her relief, he smiled and put the knife away. Then he bent his head, and started to kiss the crevice in her neck. She stiffened a little at his touch, but was soon able to relax as his cold body warmed up. "Why do you not protest Hermione?" Draco asked her innocently.
Hermione didn't know how to answer. //Just give him what he wants. Maybe he'll stop.//
"Do you want me to protest?"
"I don't care what you do," Draco answered lazily. "I'll get what I want no matter what."
He noted that the look of fear in her carmel eyes had decreased, and now she almost looked..............bored.
Draco hated that look. He wanted her to be afraid of him. Everyone should be afraid of him. He pushed his mouth up against hers and kissed her forcefully, causing her to squirm beneath him.
"You know Hermione," he said icily, "You and your friends haven't been seeing very much of me lately............but I think that is all going to change very soon.
He back a little, giving her room to breathe. "When you look at me Hermione, what do you think?"
She cocked her head to the side a little and said, "A person who desperatley needs help."
Draco's gray eyes flashed, cruel and deadly, as he hissed, "Wrong answer." The knife was out again, and this time he slashed her right shoulder, the one without the strap. Hermione cried out in pain, but Draco silenced her with his own mouth. He forced his tongue in this time, working the small spaces of her mouth, and exploring every available area. Hermione thought she could taste wine. It was sweet and sugary. Hermione was surprised. It seemed as if Draco would favor a more bitter drink.
When he finally pulled away, she was panting, and begging him to let her go. He leaned in closer, and whispered harshly in her ear, "Every time you see me, every time you hear my name, I want you to think of your deepest desires, and your innermost fears. Upon hearing Draco, you will shudder in the bright sun. You will go insane with fear, and crazy with want. You will be at my mercy Hermione. I promise you that."
A tear was now trickling down her cheek, and Draco grinned with satisfaction.
"What are you?" she whispered, her voice tainted with fear.
"No, I think the question is, what are you? What were you doing here Hermione? What's your secret?"
Hermione just looked at the ground and Draco said, "That's what I thought." Then, to her surprise, he gave her a little shove and said, "You can go now."
Hermione started to run, but he reached out an arm and grabbed the back of her nightgown. She felt like screaming. He must have loved giving her a ray of hope, and then taking it away.
"One more thing, little angel," Draco said sweetly. He pulled her around, and put his hand on her waist, drawing her close. "When I call for you, you will come to me in the night. Understand?" Hermione nodded.
//Please let me go. I'll do whatever you want. Just leave me alone.//
"I think your lying," Draco said, his voice teasing. "Here, I want to give you something." He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a silver ring. The base was a snake, and it twisted around a remarkably large, and shining emerald. He slipped it over her delicate finger, and Hermione
admired it for a moment, and then looked up with a confused look on her face. Why would he give her such an expensive gift?
"What is this?" she asked quietly."
"Oh, just a little something to remember our time spent together," Draco answered nastily. "Wear it always. Understand?"
"Sure Malfoy," she said, and started to walk out. Draco grabbed her arm and twisted, making her turn around meet his chest with her face. "Did I say you could leave?" he sneered. "I-I............" she mumbled, breathing into his chest. He turned her head to the side so that her cheek was now up against his skin. His pale flesh was burning, while Hermione's was as cold as ice. "Do you want to leave now?" he asked.
Hermione didn't know what to say. Hell yeah she wanted to leave! But is that what he wanted to hear?
"Do you want me to stay?" she asked uncertainly.
Draco pushed her head away from him, and licked the side of her face sensually. "I don't have time for you tonight little Gryffindor," he said, looking at her longingly. "I think it best not to speak of our meeting," Draco ordered. Hermione nodded, her breathe ragged. "Oh, and one more thing. Call me Draco. All the time. Can you do that?" Again she nodded. "Let's hear it then," he commanded.
"Draco," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes."
"Louder."
"Draco."
"Purr it," he ordered.
"What?"
"Like a cat. Say it like you long for me."
"D-Draco," Hermione said, trying her best."
"You are a terribly bad actress my dear."
"I'm sorry."
"Work on it for the next time I see you," Draco said. "Which will be very soon," he added with a sly smile.
Then he opened the door and said, "Be my guest angel." Hermione didn't have to be told twice. She picked up the hem of her nightgown and ran down stairs, unaware that he was still watching her, his eyes cold and peircing.
Draco laughed to himself, picked up the chunk of hair he'd cut off, and rubbed it against his face.
The Dragon had come out to play............................
To be continued :::::::::::::::::::suspenseful music can be heard::::::::::::::::::::::::
By: Rosa Nicole
Disclaimer: This is J.K.'s stuff. Also, I got the title off the box for the movie Wicked.
A/N: I have never attempted this kind of story so..............I hope it turns out ok. It takes place in the gang's 7th year.
Chapter 1: When a Dragon Comes Out to Play.....................
Draco Malfoy roughly pushed his pale blonde hair out of his eyes, and tried to concentrate on the spell he'd
been trying to master for days. He had to be able to learn it in order to be eligible for the advanced charms class, which he desperately needed to be in. Lack of food and sleep made him irritable, so most of the Slytherins tried to steer clear of him. The test was in a short week, and Draco feared that he wouldn't have time to properly learn the spell. He had never been so exasperated in his life. He cursed his stupid wand and flung it at the wall. "The hell with it!" he hissed loudly.
Draco decided to stop bother trying, and go for a late night walk to calm his nerves. He stormed out of his room in a fury of emotion. As he quickly walked through the common room, most of the Slytherins exchanged surprised looks, seeing as it had been so long since Draco last emerged. The first to go up to him was Pansy. She jogged behind him and grasped the back of his arm. Draco, not bothering to turn around, flung his arm out with just enough force to knock Pansy to the ground, and kept on walking. A few students let out shocked gasps, but when Draco turned his head and snarled at them, they all jumped back a mile. No one dared mess with the dragon.
Once he was out the portrait hole, Draco felt a little more relaxed. He was somewhat deprived of human life, and wanted to see other humans, but no one was around. All the students were safely tucked inside their common rooms, sipping hot tea by a crackling fire. He decided to go to the tower where his astronomy class was held. There was an amazing view, and it was a peaceful place for someone to gather their thoughts.
Draco quickened his pace and began to run when he got to the stairs. He was about to shove them door open, but stopped when he heard noises. Who was in there?
Draco slowly and expertly opened the door. The person inside didn't hear, and still had their back to the door. As Draco slid into the room, he saw that the figure was a petite, brown haired girl, wearing a sleek white nightgown. One hand was outstretched to the open window, as if she was trying to catch a star.
Draco, however, didn't care who she was or what she was doing. He wanted her out. Now.
Draco made a low growling sound, and the girl gasped and whirled around. It was none other than Hermione Granger, that mudblood that Pansy loved to make fun of.
Draco expected her to run in fear, as most people did upon seeing him, but as soon as Hermione got over the initial shock, her features returned to normal.
"What are you doing here?" she asked forcefully. Draco's eyes widened. What am I doing here, he thought. What is she doing here? She shouldn't be questioning me. He hissed loudly, hoping that Hermione would get the message and leave.
"What?" Hermione said loudly. "Have you turned into such an animal that you can't even speak anymore? All you can do is make noises?"
If Draco had his wand then, he would have killed her. He could have disposed of her without the wand, but that would be too much trouble. No one should talk to him like this, question his genius. Don't bother with her, Draco told himself. She's just a stupid mudblood.
Hermione was staring at him curiously. She hadn't seen him in a while, and he looked very dangerous. His hair hung limply over his eyes, his robe wasn't buttoned, revealing the better part of his chest, and his face was streaked with dirt and sweat. Wait a second, Hermione thought to herself. This is Draco Malfoy we are talking about here. He could never be dangerous. Could he? Hermione felt like laughing, but the look in Malfoy's eyes was starting to make her uncomfortable. Maybe I just better go, she thought. I don't want any trouble............
"Fine, Malfoy, I'll go," Hermione said, gathering her things. She seriously thought that he was going to let her go without saying one word. However, when she reached the door, he blocked the way and shot his
hand out, catching her small arm in an iron grip. "Hey! Ouch---that hurts! Let go." Draco gave her a sick and twisted grin. "I don't think so," he whispered. Draco forced Hermione's arm upwards and slammed her into the wall. He brought his face close to hers, and Hermione winced when she felt his hot breath on her cheek.
Hermione had heard talk of how dangerous Draco had gotten lately, but she never really experienced it first hand. "Please let me go Malfoy," she said, quiet but firm. He started to laugh, and ran an icy finger down her side. "You know Voldemort?" Draco began, "And all the........terrible..........things he has done?" Hermione nodded slowly. "It's mere child's play, compared to what I could do to you."
She cleared to throat and said, "What are you going to do to me?"
"You're lucky your so pretty. If you weren't you'd be dead already. I can kill just as easily as you can pass you exams."
"What does my being pretty have to do anything?" Hermione asked, her voice shaking a little.
"Let's just say I will have more of a use for you."
"Malfoy............What are you talking about? Are you a death eater? Is Voldemort rising again?"
Draco gave her a small smile, and took something out of his pocket. Hermione saw silver gleaming against the moonlight, and tried to scream when she figured out it was a knife. Draco forced his hand over her mouth and whispered, "Relax.......relax little girl." Hermione tried to ease up, but she couldn't help being tense against him.
"I don't like this dress............" Draco said testily, fingering one of the white shoulder straps.
"It's not a dress..............it's a nightgown," Hermione said shakily. Draco's cheeks began to flush a little, and he slashed one of the straps away. "Are you questioning me?" he hissed. Hermione quickly shook her head.
"Good girl. Now what is it?"
"A dress that you don't like."
"I asked you what it was bitch. You didn't need to add your own comment."
"I know," Hermione said, "I threw that in just for you." Draco narrowed his eyes , grabbed a fistful of her hair, and hacked a large chunk of it off. Hermione looked at him with horror. To her relief, he smiled and put the knife away. Then he bent his head, and started to kiss the crevice in her neck. She stiffened a little at his touch, but was soon able to relax as his cold body warmed up. "Why do you not protest Hermione?" Draco asked her innocently.
Hermione didn't know how to answer. //Just give him what he wants. Maybe he'll stop.//
"Do you want me to protest?"
"I don't care what you do," Draco answered lazily. "I'll get what I want no matter what."
He noted that the look of fear in her carmel eyes had decreased, and now she almost looked..............bored.
Draco hated that look. He wanted her to be afraid of him. Everyone should be afraid of him. He pushed his mouth up against hers and kissed her forcefully, causing her to squirm beneath him.
"You know Hermione," he said icily, "You and your friends haven't been seeing very much of me lately............but I think that is all going to change very soon.
He back a little, giving her room to breathe. "When you look at me Hermione, what do you think?"
She cocked her head to the side a little and said, "A person who desperatley needs help."
Draco's gray eyes flashed, cruel and deadly, as he hissed, "Wrong answer." The knife was out again, and this time he slashed her right shoulder, the one without the strap. Hermione cried out in pain, but Draco silenced her with his own mouth. He forced his tongue in this time, working the small spaces of her mouth, and exploring every available area. Hermione thought she could taste wine. It was sweet and sugary. Hermione was surprised. It seemed as if Draco would favor a more bitter drink.
When he finally pulled away, she was panting, and begging him to let her go. He leaned in closer, and whispered harshly in her ear, "Every time you see me, every time you hear my name, I want you to think of your deepest desires, and your innermost fears. Upon hearing Draco, you will shudder in the bright sun. You will go insane with fear, and crazy with want. You will be at my mercy Hermione. I promise you that."
A tear was now trickling down her cheek, and Draco grinned with satisfaction.
"What are you?" she whispered, her voice tainted with fear.
"No, I think the question is, what are you? What were you doing here Hermione? What's your secret?"
Hermione just looked at the ground and Draco said, "That's what I thought." Then, to her surprise, he gave her a little shove and said, "You can go now."
Hermione started to run, but he reached out an arm and grabbed the back of her nightgown. She felt like screaming. He must have loved giving her a ray of hope, and then taking it away.
"One more thing, little angel," Draco said sweetly. He pulled her around, and put his hand on her waist, drawing her close. "When I call for you, you will come to me in the night. Understand?" Hermione nodded.
//Please let me go. I'll do whatever you want. Just leave me alone.//
"I think your lying," Draco said, his voice teasing. "Here, I want to give you something." He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a silver ring. The base was a snake, and it twisted around a remarkably large, and shining emerald. He slipped it over her delicate finger, and Hermione
admired it for a moment, and then looked up with a confused look on her face. Why would he give her such an expensive gift?
"What is this?" she asked quietly."
"Oh, just a little something to remember our time spent together," Draco answered nastily. "Wear it always. Understand?"
"Sure Malfoy," she said, and started to walk out. Draco grabbed her arm and twisted, making her turn around meet his chest with her face. "Did I say you could leave?" he sneered. "I-I............" she mumbled, breathing into his chest. He turned her head to the side so that her cheek was now up against his skin. His pale flesh was burning, while Hermione's was as cold as ice. "Do you want to leave now?" he asked.
Hermione didn't know what to say. Hell yeah she wanted to leave! But is that what he wanted to hear?
"Do you want me to stay?" she asked uncertainly.
Draco pushed her head away from him, and licked the side of her face sensually. "I don't have time for you tonight little Gryffindor," he said, looking at her longingly. "I think it best not to speak of our meeting," Draco ordered. Hermione nodded, her breathe ragged. "Oh, and one more thing. Call me Draco. All the time. Can you do that?" Again she nodded. "Let's hear it then," he commanded.
"Draco," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes."
"Louder."
"Draco."
"Purr it," he ordered.
"What?"
"Like a cat. Say it like you long for me."
"D-Draco," Hermione said, trying her best."
"You are a terribly bad actress my dear."
"I'm sorry."
"Work on it for the next time I see you," Draco said. "Which will be very soon," he added with a sly smile.
Then he opened the door and said, "Be my guest angel." Hermione didn't have to be told twice. She picked up the hem of her nightgown and ran down stairs, unaware that he was still watching her, his eyes cold and peircing.
Draco laughed to himself, picked up the chunk of hair he'd cut off, and rubbed it against his face.
The Dragon had come out to play............................
To be continued :::::::::::::::::::suspenseful music can be heard::::::::::::::::::::::::