Obsession

Obsession

His obsession began with a kiss.

That’s not right. That’s not true. He thought of them before that kiss. But he never thought of them together until he saw their lips meet and saw them breathe as one. Once that happened though, that thought took over his mind and became his obsession.

But the fact remains that he thought of them before that.

He thought of her many a day and night. He thought of her, looking at him, her brown eyes full of a hate so personal and sweet. He thought of her, full of anger, slapping him before demanding a kiss. She featured in many a dream and nightmare – and he was hard press to tell the difference between the two. He did his best to stop lusting for her. She was so plain, so brown, so dirty and full of mud that she was beneath him. Yet that last thought only made him want to feel her beneath him in the most wicked of ways.

He thought of him, as well, though that came later. It took him awhile to figure out he always lost because he enjoyed chasing the other’s fine arse all about the Quidditch pitch.Surely he could have caught the Snitch once before the other – if he wasn’t too caught up in the view. Now that their school days were over, he found himself missing those intense moments during Quidditch games when he was the other saw him and only him.

Oddly enough, he never saw a hint of the black-haired boy in his dreams at night. The other was only seen in his most secret thoughts when he was alone during the day, when he was hidden in a shower or relaxing behind the curtains on his bed, when he was as hard as stone and needed to get off.

He never saw them in the flesh and that suited him just fine. There was no point in chasing after what you could not have. There was no sense in trying to possess something that would only bring you down. He used them in his mind – her in his most vivid dreams during the night, him in his hard moments of the day. They were such entertaining little puppets in his mind and he was satisfied with them.

Then he saw them kiss and that life was over. Now, they were always with him. Now, he always saw them, every day and every night, kissing each other before turning to him. She would taste so sweet, but not so sugary sweet that he would need to rinse his mouth. He would taste like salt and he would never get his fill.

And when they kissed him, they’d be kissing sin.

He liked them, loved them, wanted to touch them. He longed to touch them, suck them, and ultimately fuck them. And in his mind, they were with him all the time – in his house, in his room, and in his bed. All three of them were always together, in every way he could imagine.

Then he wasn’t invited to the wedding.

His world shattered.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Surrounded by her friends, Hermione inexplicably felt cold. She felt as if someone was staring at her, and she wished that Harry were here beside her.

“Is anything wrong, Hermione?” Ginny asked, interrupting Hermione’s train of thought.

Hermione quickly pasted a grin over her face before she responded. “No, nothing’s wrong,” she said. “I was just missing Harry a little bit.”

“Can’t get enough of him?” the younger girl responded with a smirk. “Even after having in him your bed, night after night?”

Hermione felt herself flush. Even after being with Harry for several years and having that fact known to all, she was still a bit embarrassed when her private life got aired in public. This was the product of her upbringing. She had been brought up to believe that her private life would be her own and not the subject of public inquiry. Unfortunately, that was not the case when one was engaged to Harry Potter.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” she said tersely.

Ginny held up her hands in front of her, smiling apologetically. “Sorry about that. I was just teasing, you know. I didn’t really expect an answer. And besides, that wasn’t the reason I invited you to lunch with us.”

“And what was?”

“To discuss more important things. The color of the bridesmaids’ dresses, for one. And to see your ring again, for another.”

Hermione held out her hand so Ginny could inspect her ring again. She was rather fond of the ring that Harry had gave her. He had asked her what her favorite color was and she had responded that she loved the color of his eyes. When she repeated to her friends that story, they would grin over her reciting such a corny and clichéd line. Yet it was true; her favorite color was the green of his eyes and she liked that her ring contained an emerald in place of the more traditional diamond. Looking at her ring and remembering his proposal, helped her to lose that feeling that someone was watching her. She was able to focus on planning the wedding again.

“Don’t you trust my taste in dresses?” she asked Ginny.

Ginny looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Yes, Hermione, in general I do trust you to pick out the dresses, although I would still like to be there when you choose them. But I didn’t say anything about what style they should be. I just wanted to talk about what colors would be good.”

“Do you have any specific color in mind?”

“Not. Pink.”

“I like pink.”

“So do I, Hermione.” Ginny let out a sigh. “It’s a pretty color but trust me, pink just will not do.”

“I don’t see why not. It matches with the decorations we’ve picked out.”

Ginny buried her face in her hands and silently contemplated what she should say next. Finally, she took a strand of her hair between two of her fingers and asked, “What color is my hair?”

“Red,” Hermione promptly answered. “Not coppery red, more like reddish brown – or almost auburn . . . and it would not exactly match with a pink dress, would it?”

“It doesn’t go with pink at all, now does it?”

“I think I understand.” Hermione grinned at her friend as they got up to leave the restaurant. She was rather glad that they were going to Madam Malkin’s next to see how her wedding robes fit on her for she should be able to shake that odd feeling of being watched constantly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

He wasn’t invited to the wedding.

It was all over the papers when the Boy-Who-Lived proposed to Hermione Granger. Invitations to the wedding were sought after by all. He knew they would invite him. They couldn’t ignore him though they might pretend they didn't want him. Not only for his family name but for who he was as well. No matter what lies they might believe in the light, nothing could stop the truth from sinking in that they belonged to him in the end.

The invitation never came.

He made excuses each and every day but before too long he had to admit – that they didn’t care.

He screamed into the air.

He hated it hated them hated it hated them hated it hated them them them them them them. He wanted to hurt them, hex them, and ultimately curse them. He longed to curse them, fuck them and—

He wanted to fuck them, bleed them – and make them circle him on a string. Fuck them for a lark for not caring – fuck them into the ground until they screamed. Fuck them until they were his his his

HIS

like they already were.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“I feel cold.”

Harry didn’t have to look at Hermione to know where she was. He reached an arm out and drew her close to him. “Is this any better?” he whispered.

She nodded her head, then stopped. “It is . . . but it isn’t.”

“What’s wrong love?”

“I don’t know. I just . . . I think I’m going crazy, Harry. It feels like someone is always watching me these day but when I turn around and look . . . there’s no one there.”

“Just because you can’t . . .” Harry frowned. “I don’t like it . . . someone could be after you because of me. Maybe you shouldn’t go anywhere alone?”

“No . . . I don’t like that. I’m not helpless—”

“I worry, you know. All the time. About you and what I’d do if I ever lost you . . . so please.”

“I’ll think about it.” She went up on her tiptoes to kiss his forehead. “I’m sorry to have—”

“Mentioned it? I’m glad you did. I can’t do anything if I don’t know that something’s wrong.”

“The thing is I don’t know if anything is wrong. It’s just this feeling I get . . . like now . .. and it’s . . .” She shuddered and pulled closer to him. “It feels like someone is watching me who . . . wants to really hurt me . . . and I’m starting to get very scared.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

He could hear her speak from his place in the crowd and he grinned. At least she cared for him now.

His darlings were starting to feel him and that’s how it was supposed to be. His darlings knew he was out there and he was coming for them and that was what they should think about. They should be consumed with thoughts of him, thinking only of him, longing to be with him, needing to be with him, lusting to be with him all together as one just like they should be just like they were meant to be just like they were going to be just like they were going to be just like they were going to be—

he stepped forward to greet them.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Potter. Granger,” a smooth voice called from behind them. Harry whipped his head around to see who was approaching them.

“Malfoy.” He didn’t bother with any further greeting though Hermione nodded at the git.

“Congratulations on your engagement,” the blond Slytherin went on urbanely. “And I hear your wedding will be quite the fete.”

“It will be, I hope.” Hermione crossed her fingers. “And thank you for your well wishes—”

“Really? I don’t recall ever wishing you well.”

“If you don’t have anything—”

“I do hope you two will have a . . . smashing good time, I do believe the phrase is. Now if you excuse me. I have matters to attend to.” With a tip of his hat, he was on his way.

As he felt Hermione shivering in his embrace, Harry swore that he would get Malfoy checked out. He never trusted him, not even when they were in school. Malfoy might, for once in his life, intend no harm to either him or Hermione but Harry would be damned if he wouldn’t make certain of that before the wedding.

~*~*~*~*~*~

He made his darling shiver, made her quiver, made her shake with fear. Soon enough she’ll know him and she’ll want him and she’ll suck him and she’ll fuck him again and again and again and again.

He made his darling glare, made him wonder, made him worry through and through. Soon enough he’ll lose her and he’ll be alone and he’ll need him and he’ll come crawling crawling crawling crawling along begging for a taste. He’d make his darling beg before allowing him to join them in bed.

He’d made his plans; he’d made his beds. He’d been planning for a month and was poised to strike. He’d have her first, again and again. He’d take her, again and again. He’d fuck her, pound her, possess her limb by limb. He’d fuck her, drive into her, make her scream his name make her call his name make her say she’s his make her suck his cock make her bleed for him make her bare her soul bare her throat spread her legs open herself up mouth open wide make her his doll and obey only him.

And then – and then – the other would come chasing after.

It would be cruel to let the other see her. It would be cruel to make her ride him shag him fuck him drive him pound him bleed him all all all all all all all all for him. He couldn’t hurt her and it would be so delicious to smell his fear as he was possessed by his doll by his darling by his lover by his sin – and then and then he’d fuck him senseless, bloodless, wordless, voiceless until he was curled up in the palm of his hand.

He was going to have his darlings, yes he was his plan was set they wouldn’t be able to resist he was going to have them possess them they’d be his just like they always were just like they were meant to be just like they were going to be and he’d laughing laughing laughing laughing all the way to hell with them by his side, crawling behind him, licking his arse, doing as he told them just like they should have long before.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Ron? Can I ask for a favor?” Harry suddenly asked while they were eating lunch.

Ron raised an eyebrow at him. “That depends on what it is. If you’re worried about having strippers at the stag night, then it’s out of my hands, mate. Not that I think that I’d want to do anything about it . . . ”

“No, it’s not that . . . Look, is there anything you have on Malfoy? Any way at all that you can check up on him?”

“He’s a Malfoy. That’s reason enough to search his place. Anything specific I ought to be looking for?”

“No . . . not specifically . . . it’s just that Hermione’s been having this bad feeling lately . . .” Harry struggled with what to say. It sounded silly . . . but it felt terrifying.

“Pre-wedding jitters? It doesn’t sound like her.”

“No, not that. She’s . . .well, she’s been feeling like someone’s always watching her, like—”

“Like she’s being stalked?” Ron asked sagely.

“I wouldn’t put it that way but . . . ”

“Don’t have to. Why Malfoy?”

“We saw him the other day . . . and it wasn’t a good meeting . . .”

“Since when have our meetings with Malfoy ever been? But say no more . . . I ought to have him checked out before your wedding anyway . . . just to be safe.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

he was going to have them have her have her have her in the
palm of his hand in the middle of his bed yelling screaming crying his
name and begging for more, needing more, saying she wants more, lying for
more, crying for more and he’d give it to her again and again and again
and he was going to have the other too just like he was going to have
her only worse

  he was going to hurt him more because he deserved to be hurt
he was going to
    fuck him harder like he deserved to be fuck he was going to get everything
    he deserved and nothing less and all he deserved was him him and
     him again and again and again and again until there was
       nothing left of him except his voice his voice crying
   for him

    and he was going to have them both in his bed just
where they belonged just like they should have been long before and he’d
get his kiss his kiss so sweet  so sweet  so sweet  and
he’d get his other kiss  so  salty
and full of longing and full of sweat and they’d get their sin they’d take their sin he’d run his nails down their backs marking them
possessing them  making them     his just like they were supposed to be  just like they were going to be

  after he waited all this time just like just like in his dreams his dreams of them where they cared where they loved him where they didn’t
ignore him where they were always one with him he wanted to be one he was
tired of being one he was scared of being alone he needed them wanted them
longed for them was them needed them them them going to take them
had to take them just like they wanted him just like they wanted him to because they needed him they longed for him they lied when they refused him when they rejected him reality was they were one and they
  were him and they were going to be together
    like Draco wanted
    like Harry wanted
    like Hermione wanted
  all this time though they were apart and finally they were going to be together like they always should have been

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ron could only shake his head sadly as he examined the mess that was Malfoy’s flat. He hadn’t thought much of Malfoy while they were at Hogwarts together . . . but he never thought that Malfoy would turn out to be this disturbed. It was positively sickening to come across the photographs that he had made, of Harry and Hermione being twisted into his toys. Malfoy’s notes and journals had been even worse. Ron’s stomach turned at the thought of them.

“Sir?” Ron’s aide said quietly. “Your friend . . . Mr Potter’s here and trying to get in the flat . . .”

“I’ll take care of it,” he replied shortly. He strode out the door and looked around for his best friend. He caught sight of Harry out of the corner of his eye, trying to get past the barricade the Aurors had set up. He walked quickly towards his friend, getting there before Harry could push his way past the junior auror guarding the scene.

“Ron! So Malfoy was up to something?” was the first words out of Harry’s mouth.

“Nice to see you too. But it would be nicer to see you go home to Hermione.”

“What was he planning?” Harry’s jaw set, foretelling that he intended to be stubborn about the issue.

Ron held back a sigh. “The long and short of it was that he was planning to kidnap Hermione before the wedding.” Technically, that wasn’t a lie though it wasn’t the complete truth.

Harry’s jaw dropped. “He was what?”

“You heard me. Don’t make me say it again . . . this isn’t an easy case for me either, Harry. But for now – just go home to Hermione. Hold her and thank the world that you have her.”

“I want to see what he was up to.”

“No you don’t. Trust me on that.” Seeing that Harry still wasn’t convinced, Ron decided to change tactics. “Look, we’re friends, right?”

“Right.” Harry nodded sharply in emphasis.

“Then do me this favor as a friend. Go home back to Hermione and leave me here to do my job.”

“What will happen to Malfoy?”

“Malfoy? At least a trip to St Mungo’s . . . but if I have my way, he’ll be locked up in Azkaban, being a danger to society and all that. Trust me. I’ll do my best to make sure he’ll never see the light of day again.”

Harry sighed. “So I should just go back to Hermione?”

“Yeah. And say hi for me will you?”

“Will do. And Ron?”

“What?”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” After waving good-bye at Harry, Ron turned back to continue cleaning up the mess that Malfoy had left behind.