Imperio
Being a death eater had its advantages. Draco was licensed to use the unforgivables. He didn’t understand the full weight of their use; that’s why he tried it on Hermione.
The thought was just so tempting—what would she do? His mouth drooled at the power he could have over her.
“Imperio!” He commanded.
Come to me. Come right now. A cruel voice filled Hermione’s head. She had the strongest desire to do so. Come.
She felt herself moving towards…Draco?!? It couldn’t be. He couldn’t use the imperious curse; it was against the rules!
Draco wrapped his arms around her waist. C’mon, kiss me, Granger, he thought tantalizingly.
No, I can’t, Hermione thought frantically, trying to push him away. It seemed, though, that all the strength in her body had left her. Despite her musings, her lips found Draco’s and she was kissing him; disgust filled her body.
This isn’t genuine, Draco thought to himself. Hermione felt limp and robotic in his arms. Her lips didn’t feel appealing when they touched his. Repulsed at his own behavior, he released her from the curse.
She regained control of her body. Wiping her lips, she gave him a look of pure loathing.
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