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At Wits End	By : soahmazing Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 20542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Harry Potter, I don't make any money off it. All the credit goes to JK Rowling, I am simply borrowing her characters.

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- 1-At Wits End
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It was midnight and the library was deserted. Hermione bent over her paper scribbling frantically. She had at least another three pages to write. Hermione needed to finish today’s research on Defense Wards and Counter-Jinxes that she’d been preparing for Harry. In the past few months, Hermione had been more stressed than usual. Finals were coming in two weeks, but that was not what was on her mind. Whispers of Death Eaters and Dark Forces and Voldemort creeped through the atmosphere at Hogwarts. She was constantly on edge.

Suddenly the library door swung open and in came Draco Malfoy, the last person Hermione expected to see in the library at midnight. He walked unsteadily in a crooked line, his hands stretched out to keep his balance. He didn’t seem to notice Hermione and stumbled over to the Restricted Section. Hermione mentally growled and decided to pick up her things. It angered her to have to abandon her research that night, but a drunken Malfoy was the last thing she wanted to deal with.

She quietly packed away her books, swung her bag over her shoulder and turned to leave.

“Well, if it isn’t Granger,” came Malfoy’s slurred voice from behind her. Hermione wheeled around, cursing everything.

“Sod off, Malfoy,” Hermione said, dismissing him.

“I wouldn’t go so quickly, if I were you. Why don’t we stay and have a chat,” Malfoy said, a smirk on his face.

Malfoy must be very drunk to suggest that, Hermione thought. She kept walking. Whatever reason Malfoy had for wanting to talk to her, nothing good could come of it. She made it a few strides before a flash of light and a hard shove made her fall onto her back, knocking the wind out of her.

Hermione coughed and sat up, livid. “What on earth is your problem?!” She shrieked. She pointed her wand at him, with the intent of sending the same spell back at him, but Malfoy was quicker. He disarmed her. She watched in wonder as her wand flew away from her. The anger drained from her and was replaced by confusion, which was quickly replaced by panic. She was wandless before a drunk Malfoy. She decided to stand up and run.

“Mobilicorpus!” Malfoy said almost lazily, and ropes weaved around Hermione, causing her to lose her balance and fall over. Hermione screamed as loud as she could, hoping that someone would hear her. Malfoy’s hand came out of nowhere and covered her mouth. She tried to bite him, but he quickly silenced her with a charm and removed his hand. Fear coursed through Hermione. She wriggled against the bindings but knew there was no use.

Malfoy stood over her, the dim lighting of the library illuminating a sloppy grin on his face. “Come on, Granger,” he taunted. “A filthy low-born like yourself isn’t honored at the prospect of spending time with me?” Malfoy sat down in a nearby chair. He crossed his arms and leaned back, as though he was enjoying himself immensely.

“You know,” he sneered, “The Dark Lord has many ways of dealing with filthy Mudbloods like you. There’s a dungeon he uses specifically for low-borns and blood traitors.” Hermione felt another wave of panic run through her. She scanned her surroundings, trying to think logically. With her wand gone and her hands tied, her options seemed few.

Malfoy continued. “The Death Eaters like to have fun with the Mudbloods. I’ve seen girls tied up and screaming while they have the shit fucked out of them.” Hermione’s eyes widened. Malfoy seemed pleased at her reaction, and continued. “Other times it’s fun to let them loose so they can struggle.” He paused and smirked again. “They’d all have a party over you Granger. They’d pass you around like a dish.” Malfoy’s face got closer to hers. “You’d like that, huh?”

Hermione spit in his face. Malfoy kicked her, but his anger dissolved quickly, and he regarded her. He suddenly burst out in laughter.

“Let me give you some practice, Granger. I’m sure you’ll thank me soon enough for the preparation. Let’s see how good of a fight you put up.” He stood over her and pointed his wand. Hermione’s heart raced. She mentally prepared herself to run as fast as she could to the Gryffindor tower. He lifted the Locking Curse, but before Hermione could even stand up he was on top of her, one leg on either side of her. The smell of alcohol was overpowering.

Malfoy punched her hard in the stomach, again knocking the wind out of her. Hermione curled up in pain, and Malfoy took advantage of her stillness to shove his hand up her skirt.

Hermione fought against the Silencing Charm and tried to yell for help. She could not believe what was happening. Was Malfoy going to rape her? How could he get away with this? She found some strength and slapped him hard in the face. But he hardly seemed phased. In fact, he smiled. “Fight me all you like, Granger. I want you to.” Hermione squirmed under his weight, trying to free her legs. She hit him again, this time in the stomach.

Malfoy laughed and put his hand back under her skirt. His fingers snaked up to her panties. He pulled them aside and roughly inserted a dry finger into her. Hermione felt so sick at his touch hat she stopped moving for a moment. Her stomach lurched and her head spun in disbelief. Finally she remembered herself, and reached up to grab a chunk of his perfect blond hair. Malfoy screamed and slapped her across the face.

He pinned her with forearm bent under her chin so she could not stand, the other arm roughly fondled a breast through her shirt. His weight was crushing. Hermione felt dizzy. She beat at Malfoy’s back with her hands. He was grinning widely like a child enjoying a new toy. Hermione did the only thing she could think of. She pinched her fingers tightly around his left nipple and twisted as hard as she could. Malfoy yelled in shock and jumped off of her, cupping his chest tightly.

Hermione took the chance to stand up and kick him in the groin. Malfoy bent over moaning in pain.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!” Came a shrill voice from the entryway.

Professor McGonagall and Snape looked out of breath. Their wands were drawn. Hermione thanked Merlin that someone had heard her. McGonagall surveyed the scene. Hermione’s hair was disheveled and Malfoy was rolling around on the ground, but besides that, nothing could be said to be out of the ordinary.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Miss Granger, but I would have thought much more highly of you! Get to bed! I shall talk to you tomorrow.” Hermione did not need to be told twice. She picked up her fallen bag and fought the urge to run out the door. She heard McGonagall rounding on Malfoy in the distance.

When Hermione collapsed on her bed ten minutes later, she finally broke down and began to sob. She hated Malfoy.

What bothered her the most was Malfoy’s blatant openness about Voldemort. The Death Eaters were becoming more bold. As Hermione had feared, it might only be a matter of time before it came to a full-scale attack.

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