Obsession

Draco furiously ransacked his room. He knocked down his most of his furniture, broke his possessions and just crazily screamed until his lungs could take no more. He gave up after a while and lay limply on his bed. He heard Hermione's conversation with Harry this afternoon. Naturally, they didn't know he was there. He was good at hiding, his secrecy his best asset.

He clenched at every word that was said. He chose to ignore Hermione's words. He didn't want to believe what was said. She DID have feelings for him. This is what he made himself hear. It worked. It was Weasley that made him snap. He wanted to rip Ron's red hair out and make him feed on it with his limbs ripped off in a meat shop. He wanted to do this because he was angry that Ron made Hermione yell. Hermione shouldn't have to raise her precious voice in that tone. He hurts her too much.

He likes her .....

But Hermione was Draco's. He's going to make sure that it stays that way. He gets a chance to today because Hermione owled him after her row with Ron and asked if they could talk. He responded saying for her to come by his house in about an hour. He realized that hour was almost up and Hermione would almost be here.

He took a clean shirt from his closet. He inhaled the scent that came from inside. There was barely any of his ward robe inside. It was more of a shrine that added to his walls of pictures. Candles were lit on each side of a large photo of Hermione.

It was a muggle photo and it was his ultimate favourite. It was a still picture of her looking up at the sky with the wind blowing into her hair. She looked angelic. This picture always excited him, feeling it in his loins.

Surrounding her picture were little pieces of Hermione paraphernalia. There was a hair clip he took from her, a scarf that she wore and lost. There were strands of her hair in a jar that he takes out once in a while to smell the preserved fragrance. There were enough little things in there to make anyone scared to the pits of their stomachs if anyone saw what was in his closet. There was even a popsicle stick that that she ate 3 months ago that he kept for himself. There wasn't one thing that he didn't keep that belonged to her. He wanted to feel like she was there with him, everyday, every minute, locked up in his closet.

The shrine was only for him and no one else, he kept it well hidden and it was okay since no one has ever entered his room before. He stared at the picture eagerly. He was getting so turned on by the sight of her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her like a dog to a bone.
His impure thoughts were interrupted by a voice. A girl's voice.

"Draco? Are you here? Sorry to come in like this. The door was open," he could hear Hermione say. He quickly shut the closet door and ran out of his room forgetting to lock it.

**

Hermione tried to hide her shaking hands as Draco came in to greet her. Her feelings towards him have completely changed since she last saw him at her office. She no longer felt that warm gentleman vibe, now instead, a cold creepy feelings that ran down her back.

His house seemed really nice. Beautiful works of art hung on his walls; his walls were pure marble white that accented his elegant style. It really was beautiful. Draco could see her admiration.

"Come in Hermione. I hadn't realized the time. Sorry," he said holding her hand immediately, gripping it tightly. He lead her to his living room which consisted of more lovely art, exquisite antiques and a black leather couch, and a warm fireplace.

"Go ahead. Sit down, make yourself comfortable," he said pleadingly. She did what he said abruptly. She was hoping she didn't look obviously uncomfortable. She still had to talk to him though. It was mandatory. She needed to break up with him. She's not comfortable with him anymore. She didn't know what but there was something about him that scared her deeply. Even though they only spent time with each other for a short time, it's better to know now that there's no chemistry than to waste part of her life figuring out there wasn't any in the first place. Do it now or never. She took a deep breath.

"Draco, we need to talk ... our date last night, it was -"

"Perfect," Draco interrupted.

"It was actually," Hermione continued, "but - "

Draco interrupted her again. He sat next to her and caressed her cheek with his finger. He started playing with her hair. Hermione tried not to shiver in fear.

"But ... I'm sorry. I only see us as nothing more than friends," Hermione said avoiding any possible eye contact with him. He didn't let go of her hand. He gripped it tighter in fact. So tight that it hurt.

"Draco," she said hurtfully, "you're hurting me!" She tried pulling her hand away but his grip was like a clamp. Her hand started cramping. She could feel her bones colliding with one another. "STOP IT! LET GO!"

"If this is the only way to make you love me then so be it," he said coldly.

"By hurting me?" Hermione shoved him with her other hand and he gripped that hand too. She was stuck to him now and couldn't get loose. He stood up and pulled her into him. He held her tight around her waist and the arm slapped hard on her back. She cried out in pain and she tried hard to get loose. She stared pounding his chest but he wouldn't budge.

"LET GO OF ME DRACO!" she yelled, trying not to burst in tears, "Please let me go."

"I can't let you go Hermione. I love you. I want to prove you to you that I'm worthy. I want to prove to Potter and Weasel that I'm perfect for you," he said cooly. Hermione cried. She realized that he heard their conversations, she realized that he was mental.

He started smelling the sweet scent of her hair. That cold shiver ran continuously down her spine. Tears started to flow. She was terrified now. He's hurting her. She could feel her rib cage closing in.

Soooo tight, she thought. She couldn't breathe. She started kicking now. She tried a couple of attempts to knee him and she succeeded with the second blow. His grip loosened and she ran.

She didn't know where she was going and by accident ran into a room. She screamed as she entered. More tears flowed down her face as she saw hundreds of pictures of her all over the walls of the room. She saw a picture of her undressing and another picture of her in the shower. She started sobbing. She heard the door shut behind her.

She nervously looked around for a way to get out. The first door she saw she opened it. She gave out another scream. There she saw the shrine that Draco had in his closet. Her whole body started to tremble on the site of her lost scarf, the strands of her hair in a jar. Her knees gave him. She broke down on the floor, still trembling. Her mind was going blank, she didn't know what to think ... do ...

She was trapped.

"Nowhere to go Hermione," Draco said drawing an evil smile on his face, "See how much I love you Hermione? This whole room is just for you. Every inch of my walls is just for you. I can't let you go now. This is fate. Why won't you understand that?"

"Noo ... noo ... n-" Hermione stammered. She found it hard to speak at all now. She didn't know if it was because of her fear or shock. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her arm.

Draco clenched her arm so tightly that it felt like she was loosing blood circulation. He picked her up and slammed her against the wall. Her head slammed hard too and it started to ache. She started screaming hoping someone could hear her but Draco's hand covered her mouth. All there was were muffled sounds and this made Draco's evil smile grow wider. He clamped her wrists on her sides and he pressed his body on hers. She couldn't move.

"You bastard! How could you do this to me?!" She cried.

"Because I love you," he said trying to sound sincere.

"You're sick Malfoy. You never changed. You need help," she cried even longer. Her struggle was driving him stronger. He loved the feel of her body thrusting trying to get loose. His face turned grim. He kissed her fiercely hurting her mouth. Hermione moaned in pain. Her tears were flowing down and Draco licked them off her face. He took his tongue to her neck. He ripped off her shirt that excited that so much and continued his lick down to her breasts. Hermione's body started to tremble. She couldn't take anymore. She started to feel useless.

She tried hard to move but he kept slamming her against the wall. She could feel the walls bruise the bones of her back and she could feel something trickle down neck. Her vision started to go blind. The pain was too much. He cries got louder. Her body was going limp, her energy running low. All she could do was cry.

"Please stop," she kept crying till her cries turned to desperate whispers. He undid her pants and got lower on her. She felt disgusted and dirty as he lowered her underwear and kissed her thighs. Her wrists were stinging as he clamped her wrists hard against the wall. She was feeling weak. Her body was still trembling.

He let go of her hand and Hermione felt like falling flat on the floor. She tried hard to hold herself up. She moaned and pretended to like his kisses on her forbidden places. His mouth moved up to her stomach. He kissed her stomach hard and little sharp pains filled her body. With whatever strength she had left, she moved her hands around to find something to hit him with.

He started biting her breasts and Hermione wanted to cry some more. Her hand reached a table and felt a heavy metal object. She fought hard with herself to lift it and managed to do it. She picked it up and slammed it on Malfoy's head. He fell on the floor with a hard thud and she ran out of the room. She grabbed her ripped shirt and pulled up her pants.

Withougt a backward glance she found the front door and ran outside like there was no tomorrow. She kept running till her legs couldn't take anymore.

She realized she was in the middle of the street in the pouring rain. She grabbed her shirt that hung loosely on her and cried. She broke down on the ground and sobbed with the rain. She lied down on the street clutching her shirt and hugging herself, whatever was left of herself that wasn't violated. She lied there feeling sick and gross.

There was no place she could go. She felt so alone.