Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ I'm Bad ❯ bad ( Chapter 1 )

I’m A Bad Man
A Draco Malfoy songfic.
Warnings and disclaimer: I don’t own anything that J.K. Rowling created. I also do not own the song, “House of Wolves” by My Chemical Romance.
This fic has a Hermione- Draco pairing. It features lots of violence. There is some cursing and implies sex between Granger and Malfoy. There is some ooc-ness, and it is set in a future where Harry dies after HBP. Thnx and hope you like. <3

I know a thing about contrition, because I’ve got enough to spare.
And I’ll be granting you’re permission ‘cause you haven’t got a prayer

“Regret’s a funny thing, Hermione. Why aren’t you killing me as we speak?”
Draco Malfoy sits on the edge of the bed. His hair is slicked back in it’s usual style.
All the lights in the room are out, except for the flickering glow of one candle.
A hand meets his on the flawless sheets. The skin is so warm, so soft; he can’t help but to look back.
Hermione’s face gazes back at him. Her curly chestnut hair surrounds her face like the halo of some earthbound angel. Her deep brown eyes gaze into his. Searching, seeing through him.

‘an I said hey hey hallelujah; I’m gonna come on sing the praise. So let the spirit run on through ya, we got innocence for days.

“What’s wrong, Draco?” she acts as though she doesn’t remember.
He pulls his hand away. “Don’t touch me. I…I’m sorry”. He stares at the floor to escape those searching eyes.
She wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him onto the bed more.
Her gentle voice coos, “It’s alright.”
“No, it’s not. I can’t hurt you anymore. I never wanted to be like that. Why do you let me? Why don’t you fight me? I want you to hurt me back. Make me pay for every fowl thing that I did to you, to Potter. I can’t stand this false care. I can’t keep living this perfect fake little life.”

Well I think I’m gonna burn in hell, everybody burn the house right down.
‘an say, what I wanna say. Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave.
Tell me I’m a bad man, kick me like a stray.
Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave.

“Your life isn’t perfect…” that voice like honey starts, but cannot finish.
“Close enough.” He replies coldly.
“Draco…” her arms move up to his chest. She buries her face in his back, inhaling the perfume of his shampoo. One side of her face has a horrible bruise.
“Stop treating me so kindly. I want the old Granger back. I want the one who wasn’t afraid to hit me when I wronged her. The one who could still think for herself.”
“I can’t treat you like that. I promised him before he died…” she sighs. “I promised him that I would be good to you, since you aren’t a bad person.”
“If I hadn’t stopped, you would be dead now. Don’t you know that?” the slight tone of anger is back in his voice, mixed with something else. There is a faint presence of sorrow, of guilt or even of innocence mixed in.
“You did stop, though. And your father, Draco. You killed him to help me.”

You play ring around the ambulance well like you never gave a care.
So get the choirboys around you. It’s a complement I swear

“That was a long time ago. I don’t know why I even bothered. Now, I’m as bad as he was. Why do you let me?”
“You really want me to fight you, to hurt you?”
“You let me hit you. I’m a fucking woman beater! You let me have you so many times. You let me make you my whore! I’m sure Potter didn’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re right. He didn’t”

‘an I said ashes to ashes we all fall down. I wanna hear you sing the praise.
‘an I said ashes to ashes we all fall down. We got innocence for days

She pushes him backwards as she rises from the bed. Her nails dig just a little into his shoulders.
“What do you want from me, Draco?”
“I want you to stop being such a pathetic mud blood and to stop serving a dead fool.”

Well I think I’m gonna burn in hell. Everybody burn the house right down.
‘an say, what I wanna say. Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave.
Tell me I’m a bad man kick me like a stray.
Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave.

She hesitates for an instant, staring at her wand.

You better run like the devil ‘cause they’re never gonna leave you alone.

She holds it a few centimeters from Draco’s chest. With a sigh she frees that one small word.
“Crucio.”

You better hide up in the alley ‘cause they’re never gonna find you a home.

She stops as the first scream breaks the silence.

‘an as the blood runs down the walls, you see me creepin’ up these halls.

“Just what I thought!” he gasps for breath and tries to hide his surprise. He gives a soft whimper, but quickly replaces it. “You can’t do it, you pathetic cunt!”

I’ve been a bad motherfucker; tell your sister I’m another.
She hits him again, tears welling in the deep brown eyes.

‘an I said say, what I wanna say. Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave.
Tell me I’m a bad man kick me like a stray.
Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave.

Over and over again the spell strikes him. A smirk makes it’s way to his features despite the agony.

Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man!

Ever inch burns, then tingles as Draco lay motionless on the mattress. Hermione goes to the bed, climbing on beside him. Her face is streaked red from the tears that succeeded in their escape.
“Please don’t make me do this anymore. Tell me that you’re happy now. Please, say that I can end this.”
She sobs into his chest.
“It’s alright, Hermione…”
“Are you done letting me hurt you?
He holds her close as his lips meet hers.

Yes I am, yes I am.


Please review! Oh, and I might continue or redo with other songs and turn it into a story? Would that be an okay idea?
…maybe tbc? I don’t know anymore….