You Have All of Me
Hermione: An Auror chasing after
Draco: A Deatheater on the run
When placed together, they do not mix. Of course "My only love sprung from
my only hate."
Hello everyone. I hate to interrupt you when you could possibly be in
story reading mode, but I thought I would say hi and I appreciate you
reading this fic more than I'm sure I could say. I've really never done
anything Harry Potter before so bare with me. I'll also admit I haven't
read the 5th book (only because I can't find a way to get it without buying
it which I'm cheap). Um . . . I'm not good at summaries so I apologize for
the extremely crappy one lol.
If you didn't get it, basically Draco is a Deatheater on the run as I said
and Hermione is the Auror who just happens to always be chasing after him.
Hermione is still with Viktor Krum (I heard they broke up or something but
in this story they didn't). It's been three years. Well, the story
basically explains itself. And yes. . . Draco and Hermione will get
together after they get over themselves.
I could hear his footsteps behind mine, destroying the fall leaves on
the ground. I maneuvered between the trees and for a moment an image of a
doe flashed before my eyes. 'Be like a doe,' I thought wearily. The
opening was just ahead I could sense it.
I never thought he would have me on the run, but here we were playing
duck and goose. I felt emotionless. After the first wave of nauseatingly
strong hatred disappeared, I was left with no emotion towards him at all.
I would kill him. Just let me get to the opening. That was all I needed.
My blood was pounding in my ears, and I vaguely wondered why his
footsteps were in tune with my heartbeat. I pushed through the trees and
began my run up the steep plateau of rock in front of me. He was right
behind me, but he was still in the trees. I reached the top before I
realized I had. There was full moon next to me, but dark clouds moved to
cover it. When they moved past the moon, I saw him running after me, out
of the trees.
I drew my sword, and my heart beat faster in anticipation. The
magical marks engraved in the sword seemed to light up. I closed my eyes
for a moment before raising the sword above my head and diving straight at
him. With once swift movement, he cast a spell at me that pushed me
backwards into the rocks behind me. They cut into my back. I threw myself
at him once again, and this time he moved out of the way and struck me from
behind. This whole sword thing really wasn't working for me. 'Damn it
Dumbledore!' I cursed in my mind.
I turned as quickly as I could on my heel to find his face was not an
inch away from mine. I was stunned. His grey eyes were clouded over with
exhaustion, but he bore a whole in me; his silver blond hair fell into his
eyes; his lips were open as he forced oxygen and carbon dioxide in and out
of his lungs. Then he smirked, and I remembered where we were and what was
I raised the sword, but not quickly enough. He pinned me roughly to
the ground, one hand holding the wrist my sword was in, and the other
aiding his weight in holding me down. I tried to writhe underneath him and
not let go of the sword, but he pushed against the tendons in my wrist; and
I felt my hand open without my consent. "Malfoy," I growled, trying to
find the hilt of my sword, draw my wand, and strangle him all at the same
Draco smirked. "Granger." Then he did something I hadn't expected.
He leaned down and forced his lips on mine in a kiss that burned through
ever nerve in my body. He parted my lips with his tongue and forced it
inside to massage against my own. I let out a moan into his mouth. Why
wasn't I able to control my body?! He pulled back with a grin. "Thanks
mudblood," and he disapperated.
"What?!" I sat up quickly and noticed 1. Dumbledore's phoenix sword
was gone, 2. My wand was missing from my pocket, and 3. My skin was still
on fire from the kiss. I screamed out and fell back with a thud on the
grass. He kissed me. I scrunched my face up. I liked it. I relaxed my
face and counted to 10 before disapperating in front my home.
I had to be the worst bloody Auror there possibly was. 'I should
quit,' I thought miserably as I trudged inside. 'Dumbledore doesn't need
an Auror can't even control her own body.' I sighed heavily and walked
into the living room where Viktor was lounging on the couch, reading some
book. He saw the look my face and frowned.
"Is something vrong, Hermione?" He asked carefully.
I glared daggers at him. "Everything is just FINE! Bloody wonderful! I
can't bloody do my bloody job because I can't bloody control my bloody
body!" Here I was throwing a temper tantrum like Ron used to.
Viktor smiled. "Vhat is dis about?"
"Nothing," I pouted. "Everything." I sighed and drug my feet over
to him, sitting myself in his lap. "I just-I don't think I'm made for this
Auror stuff. I just don't seem to be controlling certain situations that
was I should, and I'm . . ." I trailed off as Viktor massaged my
shoulders. I closed my eyes and smiled. "Thanks," I whispered. He kissed
my neck gently as his hands moved down to my lower back. I don't know why,
but I felt myself tensing up and feeling uncomfortable. I felt bad for
Viktor. Sweet lad, really. It had been three years of us dating, and I
still felt uncomfortable with the prospect of sex between us. God, I
hadn't even let him touch me or see me naked or even in my bra and
"Viktor, don't," I said when I felt his calloused hands moving under
my shirt. He pulled them away and laid back on the couch. I climbed off
him and went to my room. 'Great. I'm the worst bloody Auror, my boyfriend
is annoyed with our no-sex relationship, and I-this burning hasn't left
My lips felt numb in a good way. I bit my lower lip and leaned
against the wall, remembering that good feeling of his weight on top of me;
and that good feeling of his lips on my mine; and that good feeling of his
tongue rubbing against mine. Viktor had never kissed me like that. Draco
had kissed me like he meant it.
I frowned. 'Meant what?'
Draco strolled down the long corridor to his room, idly fingering her
wand in his one hand and the leather hilt of her sword in the other. 'My-
my Miss Granger, how you've grown,' He thought with a smile. He had left
school when Voldermort came into power again. His father had pressed him
to join (apparently Voldermort's supporters were far and few). The last
time he had seen Granger was frizzy hair, buck teeth, and geeky, goodie-two
shoes personality. His nose wrinkled at the three year old memory.
Now look at her. 'She was sexy.' She had been in that in all black,
and her hair had been pulled away from her face into a bun. Those eyes had
looked so beautiful in the moonlight. And her body. He smiled as her moan
echoed through his brain. Was she still with that stupid excuse for a
Quidditch player? He chuckled to himself. If he could get her to moan
with one lousy kiss, that didn't say much for Krum. Of course he was
always talented in the ways of the woman. Both a curse and a blessing.
Draco sighed and turned left into his room at the very end of the
hall. He laid the wand on his desk and turned on his lights with a murmur
of 'Lumos'. He then turned his attention to the sword in his hand.
'Nicely made, light-weight.' He fingered the tip of the sword as he
thought. Unfortunately, his thoughts returned to that woman. He swung the
sword in front of him as though to cut the thought of her in half. He
jabbed forward and then examined the sword once more as he paced. He swung
it idly as his side.
Maybe he would let her live a little longer than their next
encounter. Some aspects seemed promising about her. He smirked.
Ahh. Isn't Draco such an arrogant bastard? Don't you love him? Lol. Um .
. . well. Read and review please. Reviews are like oober cool so feel
free to try hittin up the review button, right! Anyways . . . I really
need to sleep cause there's a long day at the beach tomorrow (and the 'zoo'
aka craziest place on the planet). I know this chapter is boring but ya
have to have a beginning before we get to the mushy love 'I'd die for you'
stuff. And my beginnings just happen to suck. Sorry guys. 3