Mione

Hermione shifted in her bed, it became impossible for her to sleep. She kept replaying the events of tonight in her head, including the part where Draco ruthlessly kicked her out of his room after he had declared her as his “toy”.

The memory played in her mind like a movie. The way Draco had looked at her with that fiery intensity sent shivers down her spine. She had never seen that side of him before, and it both excited and scared her. She had this weird pull towards Draco that she couldn't explain. It was like he had cast a spell on her heart. Even though he had treated her coldly, she still found herself wanting more of his attention, even obsessing over it.

As the moonlight lit up her room, Hermione felt a mix of emotions. She swung her legs out of bed and sat down at her desk. She lit a lamp and picked up her journal. Writing was her way of figuring things out, and she needed to make sense of what she was feeling.

She began writing in her journal,

Tonight was... different. Draco's words, his commanding tone – they left me all mixed up. I can't deny that something about him draws me in. It's like I'm under his spell. But why? He's not exactly kind to me, and yet, I can't stop thinking about him.

I know it's crazy, but there's this part of me that wants to be his, to belong to him in some strange way. I feel like I'm obsessing over his every word and action. Is this what they call a crush? Or is it something deeper?

I can't pretend that I understand any of this. Part of me is scared of getting hurt, of giving so much of myself to someone who might not care. But there's another part that craves his attention, that wants to unravel the mystery that is Draco Malfoy.

I'll be honest with myself. I'm obsessed with him, with the way he makes me feel. It's like he's ignited something within me, and I can't put out the flames, even if I tried.

I don't know where this is going, but I have to find out. I have to know if there's more to Draco than meets the eye, or if I'm just another game to him.

With a sigh, Hermione closed her journal and blew out the lamp. She slipped back into bed, her mind still racing with thoughts of Draco. As she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but hope that her obsession would lead to something more, even if it was a risky path to take.

The next morning, Hermione stood by her front door, her backpack slung over her shoulder. The honk of a car pulled her attention to the curb, where Ginny's familiar vehicle awaited. Ginny's grin was infectious as she leaned across the passenger seat to open the door.

The car ride had been awkwardly silent. She had a feeling Ginny wanted to say something to her but couldn’t quite get any words out. Finally after many minutes going by, her best friend turned to her with a worried look on her face.

"So, how was your visit with Draco?"

Hermione's heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. "It was... interesting."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Interesting? That's a new one. Care to share?"

Hermione hesitated, her gaze fixed on the passing buildings. She was well aware of the change that had taken hold of her since that encounter. "He's different, Ginny. I can't quite explain it, but there's something about him that's drawing me in."

Ginny's grip on the steering wheel tightened, her expression concerned. "Hermione, be careful. Draco Malfoy is not someone you want to get involved with. He's known for using people and discarding them when he's done."

Hermione's fingers traced the edge of her backpack strap, a conflicted expression on her face. "I know what you're saying. But there's a side of him that no one else seems to see. I think by now you should be aware of how much I want him."

Ginny sighed, her worry evident. "Hermione, sometimes people like him are good at putting on masks. Don't let your empathy blind you to the reality of his actions."

The school's imposing gates came into view as the car approached Primrose Prep. Hermione glanced at Ginny, her gratitude evident in her eyes. "I hear you, Ginny. I'll be cautious, I promise."

She gave her a reassuring smile before pulling up to the school's entrance. As Hermione stepped out of the car, she felt a mixture of determination and trepidation. The allure of Draco’s enigmatic presence had its hold on her, but Ginny's warning echoed in her mind like a cautionary refrain.

The grand entrance of Primrose Prep stretched before Hermione as she walked alongside Ginny. The polished marble floors and towering columns felt like a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. She had hoped the day would bring some semblance of normalcy, but fate had different plans.

Today would be a good day, it had to be. 

But as they navigated the corridors, Hermione's gaze caught a scene that stole her breath and ignited a storm of emotions within her. There, a few yards away, stood Draco Malfoy, his lips locked with Pansy Parkinson's. The same Pansy who had shared his bed the night before, right before he had declared Hermione his "toy."

Hermione's heart clenched, a mixture of jealousy, anger, and sadness overwhelming her. She watched, her eyes locked onto the scene before her. Draco's piercing gaze met hers as he continued to kiss Pansy, a malicious smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was as if he relished the sight of Hermione's pain.

A sickening feeling churned in her stomach, and she clenched her fists to suppress the surge of emotions. Ginny, standing beside her, seemed to sense the change in Hermione's demeanor.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ginny's voice cut through the haze of emotions. Her concern was genuine, a lifeline for Hermione amidst the storm.

She tore her eyes away from Draco and Pansy, her chest heaving with the effort to hold back tears. She forced a smile, her voice tight. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... caught off guard."

Ginny's brows furrowed, her gaze following Hermione's line of sight before returning to her friend. "It's him, isn't it? Draco. I warned you, Hermione."

Her jaw tightened, her fingers trembling slightly. "I know, Ginny. But seeing it... it's different."

Ginny's expression softened, her hand resting gently on Hermione's arm. "You deserve better than this. Don't let him toy with your feelings."

Hermione's gaze lingered on Draco for a moment longer, his cold silver eyes cutting her like a knife, the amusement was clear in them and she finally tore away.

“I’ll see you later at lunch, I gotta go.” She whispered and ran away.

Ginny's words echoed in Hermione's mind as she hurried to her first class, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. The image of Draco and Pansy’s kiss was seared into her memory, a painful reminder of the fact that he’d let her kiss him and not Hermione. The bell rang, signaling the start of the lesson, but Hermione found it hard to focus on anything other than the tumultuous thoughts swirling within her.

The class passed in a blur, and as the final bell rang, Hermione gathered her belongings and made her way through the bustling halls. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, a sensation that intensified as she turned a corner and came face to face with Draco. It was as if he knew she would be there, ready to fall into his trap.

Hermione's steps faltered, and she felt a knot form in her stomach as he closed in, his presence overwhelming. Draco's eyes bore into hers, a mixture of cold amusement and something darker that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Well, well, if it isn’t my little toy," Draco sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Did you enjoy the show earlier?"

Hermione's heart raced, her throat tightening as she tried to find her voice. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco's lips curled into a malicious grin, his tone dripping with condescension. "Oh, I think you do. My lips on Pansy's. Quite the spectacle, wasn't it?"

His words struck her like a blow, and she could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She refused to let him see her vulnerability, but he seemed to relish in her discomfort.

Without warning, Draco's hand shot out, gripping her forearm in a bruising hold. Panic surged through Hermione, and before she could react, he was pushing her into the same supply closet where he had given her his number just days before. The small space closed in around her, the air thick with tension.

"Aw, don't cry.” Draco taunted, his voice low and menacing. "It's not like you're the first one to fall for me."

Hermione's breath hitched, and she fought to hold back her tears, her fists clenched at her sides. The closet felt suffocating, a symbol of the trap she had willingly walked into. She wasn’t the first one to fall for him, but he called it had been an understatement. She was so in love with him that it was suffocating her, and he had no idea of the extent of her love- or what she was willing to do.

Suddenly, Draco's demeanor shifted, and his foot connected with Hermione's side, sending her crashing to the ground. Pain shot through her as she fell onto her hands and knees, her breath catching in her throat. She found herself kneeling before him, her body trembling.

Draco stood above her, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her. Her tears glistened in the dim light, her vulnerability exposed for him to see.

"What have I done?" Hermione's voice wavered, a mix of frustration and hurt lacing her words. “I told you I’d do anything for you!”

Draco's laughter echoed in the confined space, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, toy, it's not about what you've done. It's about what you can do for me."

The weight of his words pressed down on her, and she felt her resolve crumbling. It was as if he held all the power, and she was nothing but a pawn in his game. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes, her vision blurring as she finally let them fall. She had hoped to stay strong, to defy his hold over her, but in that moment, the reality of her situation hit her with full force.

Draco's taunting smile remained, his gaze locking onto Hermione's tear-stained face. He bent down slightly, his voice dripping with a sickening mixture of amusement and cruelty. "You know, that kiss you saw earlier? You'd have to earn something like that. And I'm not so sure you're worthy of it yet."

Hermione's heart clenched at his words, a mixture of anger and longing bubbling up within her. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, her inner struggle evident in the flicker of emotions in her eyes. The desire to prove herself to him warred with the realization that he was manipulating her, using her feelings against her.

Draco's fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch both maddeningly gentle and condescending. "You see, Mione, I have standards. And you've got a long way to go before you even come close to meeting them."

Every fiber of her being yearned for his approval, for the chance to be close to him, but a small voice deep inside reminded her that she was worth more than his twisted games. She had once been strong and independent, but Draco's presence had ignited a dangerous obsession that threatened to consume her.

His lips curled into a wicked grin, as if he could read the war waging within her. "Are you going to cry some more, toy? Is that your way of trying to get my attention?"

Hermione bit her lip, her pride warring with her desperation. The tears were a testament to her vulnerability, a vulnerability he was exploiting for his own amusement. She couldn't let him see her weakness any longer.

As if sensing her shift in demeanor, Draco straightened up, his fingers releasing her cheek. He stepped back, leaving her on her knees in the confined space. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before interrupting my private moments."

With that, he turned and walked out of the supply closet, leaving Hermione alone with her jumbled thoughts and shattered heart. She remained on the cold floor for a moment, her tears still fresh, her breath ragged.

Ginny's words echoed in her mind once again, a lifeline amidst the chaos. She had to find a way to break free from Draco's grasp, to regain her sense of self and put an end to this sick obsession. But even as she told herself this, the image of his smirk and the taste of her unrequited desires lingered, chaining her to him in ways she feared she might never escape.

As the afternoon classes began, Hermione found herself in a familiar seat, her eyes drifting to Draco once more. He sat a few rows away, his blonde hair catching the light as he leaned back in his chair, a self-assured smile playing on his lips. Her heart raced at the sight of him, and she struggled to focus on the lecture.

Draco's eyes met hers briefly, and her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and longing. The knowing smirk that curved his lips only deepened her internal turmoil. He was aware of the effect he had on her, and he seemed to relish in her vulnerability.

The class eventually came to an end, and Hermione gathered her belongings, her mind still ensnared by Draco's presence. The transition to lunch provided a temporary relief from this long day and she followed the flow of students into the bustling cafeteria.

The aroma of food filled the air as students chatted and laughter echoed throughout the space. Hermione's thoughts, however, remained fixated on the enigma that was Draco Malfoy. She joined Ginny at their usual table, her friend's concerned gaze not escaping her notice.

"Hermione, you've been distant all day," Ginny observed, her brow furrowing with worry.

Hermione managed a weak smile, not wanting to burden Ginny with the complex whirlwind of emotions that had been consuming her. "Just lost in my thoughts, you know how it is."

Ginny's eyes held a mix of understanding and determination. "Is it Draco? I've seen the way you've been looking at him."

Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It's complicated, Ginny. I can't really explain."

Ginny's gaze softened, and she reached out to place a reassuring hand on Hermione's. "I know it's not easy, but promise me you won't let him control your feelings. You deserve better."

Hermione nodded, she felt guilty knowing she was lying to her friend. "I'll do my best."

As they enjoyed their lunch, Hermione found herself occasionally stealing glances at Draco across the cafeteria. His presence was magnetic, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. She admired the way he interacted effortlessly with his friends, his laughter ringing out like a melody. His blonde hair caught the light, his icy gray eyes sparkling with a mischievous charm. Each time his gaze met hers, a slow, taunting smile would curve his lips, a silent reminder of how aware he was of his effect on her.

Ginny's voice broke through her thoughts, her concerned tone reaching her ears. "Hermione, are you listening? You seem really lost today."

Hermione shook her head, a wistful smile gracing her lips. "Sorry. I guess I'm just lost in my own world."

She studied her for a moment before sighing. "Just remember. You're worth more than chasing after someone who treats you like a game."

Her gaze met Ginny's, a mixture of determination and conflicted desire in her eyes. "I hear you, Ginny. I'll keep that in mind."

"I've got to head to the library to finish some homework. You okay here, Hermione?"

Hermione offered her friend a distracted smile, her mind still entangled in her thoughts. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Go ahead."

Ginny nodded and gathered her belongings before departing, leaving Hermione alone at their table. The lunchroom seemed to close in on her, the noise and chatter becoming a distant backdrop to her racing thoughts.

Unbeknownst to her, Draco had seized the opportunity. He and his friends, Vincent and Greg, sauntered over with a calculated swagger. As they neared her, Hermione felt a knot form in her stomach, her heart racing in anticipation.

"What do we have here?" Draco's voice oozed with false sweetness, drawing the attention of nearby students. His icy gray eyes bore into her, a predatory gleam dancing within them.

Hermione's pulse quickened as anxiety clawed at her chest. She wished for an escape, for the ground to swallow her whole. But Draco's presence held her captive, his power over her undeniable.

Vincent and Greg snickered, their laughter mingling with the hushed whispers of the students around them. Draco's grin widened, his lips curling with malicious intent. "Seems like we've got a lonely little toy all by herself."

Hermione's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She refused to let him see how much his words affected her, even as her heart hammered in her chest.

Draco's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, meant only for her ears. "Let's see how much you really love me."

As Draco's chilling whisper echoed in Hermione's ears, a sense of grim understanding settled over her. The realization hit her like a cold wave—the twisted path she had willingly chosen was about to become even darker, even more painful. Her heart raced as she comprehended the depth of his manipulation, the lengths she was willing to go to in order to prove herself to him.

With calculated cruelty, Draco's voice rang out, a command that sent a shiver down Hermione's spine. "Listen up, everyone. Let's introduce you to my newest plaything."

The lunchroom's attention shifted, a hushed anticipation filling the air as students turned their gaze toward Draco. He relished in the power he held, the puppeteer orchestrating a twisted performance.

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of dread and resignation welling up within her. The truth was stark and undeniable: she was Draco's chosen target, his new victim in a cruel game of power and control.

Draco's icy gaze fixed on her, a predator locking onto its prey. "Allow me to present to you my latest source of amusement—Hermione Granger."

Whispers rippled through the crowd as eyes bore into her, judgment and curiosity mingling in their gazes. The weight of their scrutiny pressed down on her, but it was Draco's words that held her captive, his grip on her psyche unyielding.

He stepped closer, his smirk twisted and triumphant. "You see, Hermione here wants to prove just how devoted she is to me."

Hermione's cheeks burned with embarrassment, the intensity of his words a painful reminder of the lengths she was willing to go for his approval. The lunchroom seemed to close in on her, a suffocating bubble of judgment and expectation. 

"I'm giving her the honor of being my sole focus," Draco announced, his words laced with sadistic delight. "The rest of you scholarship students are off-limits for now. Consider yourselves lucky."

His proclamation cut through the air, drawing a mixture of reactions from the onlookers. Some exchanged relieved glances, grateful that they were spared from Draco's torment. Others exchanged uneasy looks, realizing the price Hermione was paying for his favor.

Amid the whispers and hushed conversations, Hermione's gaze remained fixed on Draco. His silver eyes held a chilling promise, a cruel glint that sent shivers down her spine. She felt like prey ensnared in a spider's web, unable to escape the intricate threads he had woven around her.

Draco's lips curled into a taunting smile as he met her gaze. "Congratulations, Mione. You're about to become the center of everyone's attention. Just as you always wanted, isn't it?"

His words were a twisted reflection of her own desires, a reminder of the obsession that had led her down this treacherous path. Her heart ached with conflicting emotions—a yearning for his affection, a desperation to prove herself, and a growing sense of dread.

As the lunchroom buzzed with a mix of excitement and curiosity, Hermione found herself breathing heavily with fear and anticipation. People were recording this, people were listening. Everyone knew she was devoted to Draco now, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.  

Before she could even register what was happening, the sound of a lunch tray hitting her face echoed in her ears. The impact was sudden and jarring, the weight of it causing her to stumble backward. The cold, gooey sensation of nachos smeared across her skin and clothes sent shivers down her spine.

Hermione's heart raced, her vision blurred with a mix of food and tears. She could feel the eyes of the lunchroom on her, their laughter and jeers echoing in her ears. But it was Draco's mocking laughter that hurt her the most, cutting through the chaos, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction.

"Look at you, Mione," Draco sneered, his eyes alight with malicious glee. "Isn't this where you belong? Covered in filth, just like the trash you are."

Hermione's cheeks burned with shame, her fists clenched at her sides. 

Let's see how much you really love me, she remembered his soft whisper. Was this another test? Either way she will endure it. She’ll allow him to humiliate her like this if it meant it would prove something to him.

As Draco's laughter continued to ring in her ears, his words served as a reminder of the harsh reality she had willingly embraced. Her deep attachment to him had led her to this moment, a time of reckoning where she had to face the truth about her actions.

Once his friends left and the lunchroom began to clear out, the mood became more serious. Draco's shadow cast over her, his presence a constant reminder of the power he held over her. He bent down, his fingers curling into her hair, yanking her head upward so she was forced to meet his cold, calculating gaze.

“Come to my house again,” he whispered with a smirk, his voice dripping with a dangerous allure.

She couldn’t hide her smile at his words. “O-Okay-”

“Same time as yesterday,” he carelessly interrupted, his words a reminder of the routine he was establishing. “Don’t be late.”

As he straightened up and walked away, Hermione's heart raced. Tonight was a precipice—a choice that would shape the course of her life. The path she had chosen was one of twisted affection and obsession, but in this moment, she found herself at a crossroads. She could continue down this treacherous path, allowing herself to be manipulated and degraded, or she could find the strength to break free.

But the problem was, she didn't want to break free. 

The allure of Draco was too powerful, the magnetic pull too intoxicating. Her heart yearned for him, ached for his approval, and she was willing to endure whatever else he was going to do to her, so she could have even a fraction of his attention.

Now in the bathroom, Hermione stared at her reflection, her gaze unwavering. The mess of food on her clothes and face was a stark reminder of what he will continue to do to her, but it also ignited a fire inside. Her determination grew stronger, fueled by a dangerous mix of obsession and desperation.

I want him all for myself, she thought as she wiped her messy face. Her clothes were still stained despite her constant rubbing. She looked in the mirror determinedly, eyes clear and unblinking.

“And I will have him, no matter what it takes.” She whispered to her reflection, the words a solemn oath that revealed the depth of her dark obsession and the lengths she was willing to go to in order to have Draco, no matter the consequences.