Devil's Spawn [Romance]

The story so far from the old site:

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It was overcast. Hermione sat on the Entrance Hall steps, a text on Ancient Runes, her focal. She was unconscious to her environment and all living beings within it, especially Draco, who was standing two steps to her south, peering over her shoulder at the book she was reading.

"Can I have a seat, Granger?"

Hermione vaguely heard the tone of his voice, recognized it, and pretended that she had never heard him. Yet Draco was persistent as usual.

"Granger? May I sit with you?" He sneered in a vain demeanor, trying to take control of the situation.

Once again she sat speechless, but she was no longer reading her text, she was only glaring at the wilted pages and calligraphic words, thinking about him. Thinking about her hidden passion for him and every aspect of his existence. Her pupils dilated as she felt cold arms wrap around her abdomen from behind. She refused to look towards her embrace, instead she tried to continue her study, failing miserably. She shuddered sweetly as she felt the warm mist of exhale pour from Draco's lips and coat her left cheek, remaining slightly moist.

"Draco, I am trying to study." She turned her head away from his, avoiding eye contact with his arms nested around her waist.

"Do you honestly mind?"

Hermione shuddered again, she hated this feeling, but at the same time she secretly desired it. Draco had never made her feel this way before they decided to date.

~ Earlier that Week ~

It had only been a week ago when she first noticed what color his eyes were. A silver color, cold and harsh, but liquid and emotional. She noticed that if you looked closely, they betrayed his every emotion. With anger, they'd flash dangerously, looking closer to steel than soft silver. When he was hurt, they'd soften to outrageous vulnerability, making her think of mercury. With affection, they sparked and shined, looking like a polish diamond, beautiful and perfect in every way, but still harsh, like he didn't want to betray himself. She didn't know how she hadn't noticed before; perhaps it was because he'd never looked her in the eyes.

Later that night, after she had discovered the secret world reflected in his eyes, she approached him during prefect's rounds. They had been paired off that night, though the Headmaster had done it hesitantly. He knew that putting a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, especially a pureblood and a muggleborn, together would mean certain injury and disrupted rounds. it was the first time they had been together, though, out of necessity. Nothing else could have prompted it.

She cleared her throat loudly; averting her eyes shyly, "You like me, don't you Draco?"

He stared at her, wide-eyed and defenseless. His eyes were sparkling again, and she knew she was right. "W-what? I don't know what you mean, Granger..."

"Sure. Then why are you nervous?"

He pulled a face, turning his head away from her so he wouldn't have to look into those delicate brown eyes that always had him weak in the knees, with his heart throwing itself against his ribcage. "I would never like a mudblood." She flinched at the word, and he had this dreadful itch to apologize. "Well, maybe not never..."

"What if I told you I liked you too?" she interrupted, her voice high and frightened.

"L-like me?" She nodded, turning to face him with the faintest of smiles. "R-r-really?" Again, she nodded, her bushy hair swaying back and forth. The affect on him was oddly seductive, and he took a shaky breath. "Yes, I think I l-like you, too."

"Good!" she grinning, reaching up to kiss his cheek softly.

~

Draco made a face at her apparent lack of attention. When a Malfoy wants attention, he was going to get it and he was positive that he knew just the way to keep the Gryffindor Know-It-All's attention on him. With a quick but gentle motion, Draco turned her around and pulled her into his arms.

Bringing her attention back to her current situation, Hermione found the blond kissing her gently on her cheeks, forehead, nose, and neck. She was addicted to the feelings she was experiencing. She relished the fact that his eyes were on her and on her only and no longer on Parkinson. Nevertheless, she still had to study. She gently pushed Draco away.

"Malfoy," she said softly. His eyes had turned into a dark grey color, the only telltale sign on his face of the passions he was holding inside of him for her.

"Granger," he replied softly as ever as his right hand went up and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. "Granger, don't tell me you mind. I'm sure that studying could wait."

Hermione glared at him.

"I have a paper due on Monday," she whispered as her arms betrayed her mind and snaked around his waist.

"Well then, the paper would have to wait," he smirked.

"Draco," Hermione began, fixated on his now icy, hypnotic eyes, "I honestly need t-" Before she could continue the debate her lips were seized. In unison, the pair kissed. Matching every breath, matching every movement. Hermione pulled away as she felt Draco's strong tongue exit his mouth and enter hers.

"Anything wrong?"

"No, Mr. Malfoy" Snape had now appeared in front if the couple, a few steps below, "Except your shenanigans and slurred behaviour towards Miss. Granger."

Draco studied Snape for a short moment, then directed his sights towards Hermione, "I apologise."

"Draco, what has encouraged this change? Tell me now." Snape commented, closing his robe and folding his arms under it.

"Professor, are you... trembling?" Hermione noted sceptically.

"No," Snape hissed coldly, his dark eyes as hard as ice. His greasy hair fell into them, however, and sheilded his true feelings from Hermione.

She gave him a stubborn look, which did not go unnoticed by the Professor, and escaped out the door. The situation had become far too akward, and she was nearly positive Snapes strange behaivior coincided with Draco's. He had never attempted to show his affection for her openly before, in a place where so many people went so often.

As soon as her footsteps faded into the distance, Snape turned towards Draco, his demeanor still icy. "So," he snapped, "You've fallen for the one person you could never have, have you?"

Draco appraised him, but soon gave in. "Yes sir, but it seems she isn't so impossible." Indeed, he did fall for her, a mudblood, the one thing he had sworn never to love with an ounce of his being. And here he was, selling his heart, his mine, his soul to her. Or, whatever was left of it.

With a heavy sigh, Snape sat on the rough stone ledge protruding from the wall. It was cold from the night air, but he didn't mind one bit. It was cold, to match his heavy heart.

"Mister Malfoy, it isn't as good as you think," he sighed, his crooked nose sniffing a bit. The place smelled of birds. "I fell in love once, and it all turned out to be a lie." He snarled a bit at the thought of Potter holding his Lily-Flower in his arms. Of him Kissing her. Of him marrying her, and even more. He never wanted to think of such things, but when he saw mini-Potter's mother's eyes, it was hard not to.

Draco almost snorted at the thought of Snape falling in love. It was an idea so absurd. Yet, by looking at his professor, Draco knew that he was telling the truth.

"I don't care what lies in the future," Draco answered, sitting on the stone ledge opposite of the one Snape was sitting on. "All I care about is..." his voice trailed off as he looked toward the direction Hermione had ran off in.

Snape scrutinized the young man sitting in front of him. Draco reminded him of how he was when he was young, and so much in love with Lily.

"She would never betray me," Draco continued softly, a faint smile lingering at his lips. If someone had told him when he was younger that he would fall in love with a Mudblood, he would have scoffed at them. Now, he could not think of a day without seeing her.

"Had you thought about the reactions of Potter and Weasley?" Snape questioned. Draco sneered.

"Who'd care about what Potty and Weasel will say? They may be her friends but they don't own her."

Snape sighed inside his head. It was pretty obvious that Draco was very much in love with Hermione Granger.

"If I'm not very much mistaken, she would care. They are, after all, her friends - and have been such for nigh onto seven years."

Draco frowned at his professor. "But—"

Snape held up a hand, stilling the younger man's protests. "You claim not to care for the future, Draco, but to make such a claim is foolish. A time is coming when..." he trailed off, unwilling or unable to finish the sentence.

Draco puzzled over the meaning behind these words for a moment before giving up. "What are you implying?" he asked.

The man's eyes turned away, glancing towards the overcast sky. "A storm is looming, Mister Malfoy. I suggest you get inside before it begins to pour."

Draco watched through narrowed eyes as the Potions Master started to walk inside the castle.

"Professor!" Draco called out as he ran up to Snape. "Professor Snape." Snape looked down at the blond. "What did you mean by that?" He looked at Draco for a moment before he gave Draco an answer.

"Mister Malfoy, some things are not meant to be said," Snape replied softly. He looked towards the ceiling. "We've all claimed that we don't care for the future at a point in time of our lives. However, we still do because no matter what we do, the future will still come. You mustn't let your feelings override your better judgment."

Draco stared at him, not knowing what to say back to Snape while the latter immersed himself in memories.

The memories of when he and Lily were still young...the memories of when they sat on the Hogwarts Express...the memories of when he learned about Lily...and him...

~ Flashback ~
Snape waited in his usual compartment the one Lily always came to at the beginning of the year. He heard her giggling in the hallway and hopped out of his seat to go great her. He opened the door and walked out into the hallway just in time to see Potter kissing Lilly his Lilly on the cheek and her blushing. He couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true she wouldn't sure he'd been gone all summer and hadn't talked to her much but that didn't mean that she would leave him especially not for him, seriously Potter it couldn't be it just couldn't be. Snape turned around and returned to his compartment figuring that Lilly would be there soon but she never came.

~

"Professor?" Draco called out, as he looked worriedly at Snape. The Potions Master snapped out of his reverie and looked at the young man.

"Some things seem as if they would never come but they will, Mister Malfoy," Snape said. "Just remember I've told you that." He turned around and walked swiftly towards the dungeons, leaving Draco behind him.

Lily...

~

Hermione rushed back to the Gryffindor tower, all the while blushing. Out of all people, why did it have to be Snape who had seen her and Draco kissing. She waved a hand at her face, hoping it was not as red as she thought it was.

When she entered the Gryffindor tower, she saw Harry and Ron playing Exploding Snaps by the fireplace.

As she approached them, her friends turned to greet her. Harry gave her a strange look.

"Why is your face so red?" he questioned. A thought dawned on him and his eyes narrowed. "Malferret didn't do anything, did he?"

Hermione gaped at him for a good ten seconds, then snapped her mouth shut with a glare. "Now why on Earth would you think that?" she demanded. "Don't you think it could be possible that running up God knows how many flights of stairs just to see my friends before I go on patrol?"

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Ron frowned. "I thought you said you didn't have to patrol tonight."

"Well it seems you're mistaken, Ronald!" She lied then made a swift pirouette, about faced to the duo, "I thought I would just see my wonderful friends, but it seems they don't really care about me, only about Draco."

"Hermione," Ron began, "He's a no-good-dirty rat. Harry agrees."

Harry flinched, he wanted Hermione to know that he disapproved, but he wouldn't have selected the same words as Ron to do so. He then casted a grim look towards Ron, who soon noticed that Hermione was not acting herself. She would have immediately retaliated with some witty response, but she merely stood there, lifeless.

Hermione took a deep breath, wiped her eyes of any tears that may have formed, and began a noble strut out of the common room. Soon realizing that she needed something to do whilst pretending to be on patrol.

Hermione waved that thought from her mind, however, and kept walking. She wouldn't go back to the Gryffindor Tower unless she had to. As she was walking, she let her mind drift.

~ Flashback ~

'Hey, Ginny?' Hermione whispered into the darkness.

'Mmm...? 'Mione? What? It's past midnight...'

'Sorry... It's just... I need to tell you something.'

'What...?' Ginny sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

'I'm... Uh... Going out with Malfoy.'

Ginny didn't reply.

'Gin..?'

'Malfoy.'

'Yes.'

Ginny flicked her hair from her face. 'This is you're choice. However, if that slimy git does anything...' She trailed off.

'Oh, Ginny! Thank you! I thought you'd hate me!' Hermione scrambled over and hugged the smaller girl, who only gave a tired laugh and closed her eyes. Hermione returned to her own bed, smiling.

~

Before Hermione knew it, she was in the Dungeons. It was dark and cold, so she lit her wand.

'Miss Granger,' A cold voice echoed around the hallway. 'I did not think that you were patroling tonight. Whatever are you doing in my Dungeons?'

Hermione froze in her tracks, raising her wand ever so slightly so she could see the face of the voice. She grimaced, as soon as her fears were confirmed. It was Severus Snape. Quickly she lowered her wand back down, she honestly didn't want to see The Potion Master's face as he yelled at her. Neither did she want him to see hers. She was a horrid liar.

"Professor Snape," She began quickly, taking a deep breath to settle her nerves which still wouldn't calm. They hadn't been the least bit 'settled' ever since Draco and her kiss before.. Quickly, before the thought could progress and stop any other ideas from forming she stopped the thought in it's tracks. "I--Er-- Thought that I was patrolling tonight. Even if I'm not, it's always good to keep an eye out on the students." Hermione's voice was slightly higher, but fought to settle it, hoping that the professor didn't catch her slip.

"Mm.." He began, Stroking his chin with his pointer finger and thumb, and stayed quiet for a few moments before speaking again. Hermione shifted her weight awkwardly, she was honestly hoping she could talk to Draco again. She wanted to be with him.. His touch was like her drug. She couldn't live with out it and neither did she want to try. "I do believe, that's why I am out patrolling tonight. To.. As you say, 'Keep an eye out on the students,' Miss Granger. Now, You will tell me the exact reason why you were in My Dungeons tonight, or I will subtract thirty points from Gryffindor." He grinned, and even in the pitch-black corridor, you could still see it.

Hermione stared up at him for a moment, before looking back down.

'I couldn't sleep.'

Which was sort of the truth. She didn't think she'd be able to go to sleep after what happened...

'And why was that, Miss Granger...?' Snape leant forward, his face inches from hers. She blanched, her eyes wide.

'I... I... Drank coffee before I went to bed...?' Damnit. Her voice was high again.

'Thirty points from Gryffindor for lying to a teacher. You are a horrid lier, Miss Granger.' Snape smiled coldly at her before whisking away. However, he did shout over his shoulder, 'And don't let me catch you in my dungeons again!'

Hermione took his advice to heart and hurried out, gulping down air in relief when she emerged from the dungeons. However, she had only taken five steps when another cold voice echoed around the hallway.

'Granger, I wasn't aware it was you're night for patrol. And I am a Slytherin... The dungeons should have been my job.'

Oh shit. She knew that voice. Slowly, Hermione turned, catching sight of a certain blonde leaning against the wall in a casual manner and grinning at her.

'Malfoy.'