Obliviate
He wanted her, and now. Draco spied on Hermione as she walked out of Muggle Studies alone. As she marched past the broom cupboard he was hiding in, he grabbed her arm, pulling her inside.
Before she had an opportunity to scream, Draco clamped a hand over her mouth and shut the door behind him. “Be quiet, Mudblood, or else.”
As Draco was considerably stronger than she, Hermione soon grew weary and stopped struggling. She tried to think of possible ways to escape from this treachery.
Or was it treachery?
He was very good-looking, after all. One couldn’t say he was anything less than desirable…
What am I thinking? She shrieked inside. He was a git through and through.
She could hear her rapid breathing and Draco moving closer to her. Then she could feel something soft and lukewarm on her mouth.
He was enjoying kissing her immeasurably. He didn’t know himself why he was so attracted to this Mudblood, of all things. Hermione didn’t even realize that she wasn’t resisting.
Draco released her, whispering, “No one’s going to know about this…not even you.” He drew out his wand. “Don’t worry, I won’t erase anything but this little episode. Obliviate.”
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood.    We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |