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Chapter 10
Walking through that doorway onto the roof of the Astronomy tower was difficult for Hermione. She was hurried along by the pupils behind her waiting to go through to class. Once on the roof, she looked hesitantly over toward the spot where she had first met with Malfoy that dark night. The night she had endured his touch. The night she had submitted to his threats at the cost of her virginity. It seemed so long ago now, although in reality it wasn't.
Hermione shuddered. There was no sign of anything abnormal there in that spot. That place where she felt she had lost herself and her soul. She didn't know what she expected. Some great flashing advertisement of her shame and humiliation? The gray stone was unmarked and unremarkable. Only she and Malfoy knew what had happened there. The fact that he was probably gloating over it while she mourned her loss made her feel physically ill. She stared at that spot a long time, trying unsuccessfully to reconcile all that had gone before.
She turned to catch Ron studying her with a curious look, his face reddening when he saw her returning his gaze. At least he isn't still fuming at me, Hermione thought to herself, although part of her wanted Ron to be angry with her. He had been and deserved to be. If he were angry then he'd leave her alone to do what she had to do. She wouldn't have to fear for his safety from Malfoy's threats. She wouldn't feel the need to explain herself. It might be easier if Ron was mad at her. Earlier today, however, his anger had been nearly out of control and for a brief moment Hermione had been afraid he would rape her. Her faith in Ron had paid off, however, and he had done no more than frighten both of them. She felt great guilt for Ron's pain but she had to protect both of them, even if it cost of their friendship.
Hermione caught herself tuning out Professor Sinistra's lecture, thinking about her situation, her eyes drawn back to that spot on the dull flagstones. She tried to will herself not to look. She tried not to remember that awful time with Malfoy but her mind flashed back to that night. She remembered how Malfoy had pushed her down hard on a rough blanket in the dark... How his hands had roved her body groping and pawing at her flesh... How he had looked into her eyes and threatened her parents if she refused him... How he had yanked off her jumper and forced her skirt up... How he had panted and grunted on top of her while she tried to tune her mind from the pain and shame she felt... How she had looked up at the stars and tried to pretend that it wasn't happening. Hermione looked at the stars now. They were as cold and aloof as they had been that awful night when they had stared down at her, mute witnesses to her agony.
Hermione didn't notice when the door opened and someone walked out onto the roof. An outraged sound coming from Ron made her realize with shock that it was Draco Malfoy. She watched, her fear growing, as the blond boy spoke to Professor Sinistra.
Hermione's nerves were on edge. What was Malfoy up to now, she wondered, fear twisting her stomach painfully. He'd already made his latest demands known to her. She was to meet him tomorrow night in the Prefect's bath. So why was he here now? Was he here to pour salt in her wounds? She backed up nervously as Malfoy approached her.
"Hello, Mudblood," Malfoy said in a low voice that reeked of self-satisfaction.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" She asked in a low voice, noticing that Ron and Harry were staring at them, Ron's mouth agape and Harry's expression curious. She hoped Ron and Harry couldn't hear from where they were standing.
Malfoy's grating voice was louder and unconcerned. "Extra credit. Don't look so suspicious. You're not the only person who can do extra credit, you know, Granger. Professor Sinistra said I could share your telescope. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't believe you," Hermione hissed under her breath, hoping that the rest of the Gryffindor's were too busy with their lesson to notice Malfoy's presence. "You're just here to cause trouble and drive me crazy. To drive Ron crazy."
"Oh," Malfoy laughed in his smug manner, is the pathetic weasel here? I had no idea. Thought he'd be off killing himself or something." He paused for a moment and then rolled his eyes. "Well, one can dream, can't one?"
"You're the most hateful, arrogant, slimy git, Malfoy," Hermione said. "I'll bet you make your father so proud." Hermione's voice dripped with sarcasm. It made a nice cover for her fear.
With a sudden movement, Malfoy grabbed her arm tightly. She could feel bruises start as his fingers dug in. He leaned in close, his voice angry and menacing. "Shut up about my father, you filthy Mudblood."
Suddenly with a look around, he released her arm, stepped back a bit and his sneering speech returned. "Watch what you say, Granger, or people will think you don't like me." Malfoy's sarcasm was not to be matched, Hermione noticed. "Of course, I know that isn't true. Don't I? I recall a very pleasant evening we spent right here not so long ago. Do you remember?"
Hermione said nothing. She fiddled with the telescope for something to do with her hands and hoped that nobody was watching. She stole small glances around her. Neville was busy at a telescope along with Dean and Seamus. Harry and Ron were trying to look busy, although she could tell they were watching her.
Malfoy continued, "Of course you do. I'm certain even a Mudblood whore like yourself remembers her first time. And such a pleasant place, too. Out amongst the stars. You really do owe me. I could have fucked you anywhere - a broom closet or something would have done just as well. Instead I brought you here. Quite thoughtful don't you agree?"
Hermione noticed Ron edging closer to them. "Shut up, Malfoy," she hissed. "Ron's listening."
"Oh, is poor, pathetic Weasley trying to eavesdrop?" Malfoy said in a slightly louder tone, Hermione looking around nervously. "We could, of course, give him something better to hear. Or maybe he heard enough in the Prefect's bath. The look on his face when you told him the truth - that you were fucking me voluntarily - that was perfect."
Malfoy left her and strode over to Ron. Hermione didn't know what to do. Should she try to intercede? She didn't want Ron to get hurt, but her presence might do more harm than good. She watched, trying to hear. She could tell Malfoy was being his usual self from his arrogant stance. She could tell Ron was upset. He kept making fists of his hands - clenching and unclenching. It looked like he wanted to rip Malfoy's throat out.
She could tell the boys were talking in low voices but she couldn't make out their words. She saw Harry starting over toward the two, but he stopped when Ron signaled him.
Curiosity got the better of her and Hermione stepped closer to the pair. She could make out Malfoy's bragging voice. "...really a shame, Weasley. She is quite a hot little number. Of course you know that, don't you. You know, I was so shocked to find that she's actually somewhat attractive. Not her face, naturally, but that body. I'm preaching to the choir, I'm sure." Hermione could only imagine what Ron was thinking. She knew that Ron was very sensitive to being laughed at or being played the fool. Malfoy was doing his best on both fronts. She tried to will Ron to ignore Malfoy. It wasn't likely to work, she knew, but what else could she do?
Malfoy's sneering voice continued to drone. "We're both men of the world, aren't we. Both of us enjoying miss Granger's obvious charms? No reason we can't get along regarding this matter. There's plenty to go around, isn't there? I don't mind if she's fucking you as well as me."
Hermione felt suddenly ill. She could hardly stand to listen but she was frozen in her tracks. Ron's face was red but otherwise impassive. Hermione hoped that meant he was going to walk away. Malfoy continued his horrible diatribe. "She's quite the hot little bint, isn't she? For a Mudblood, I mean. Those tits - very nice. And her legs and arse are quite acceptable. But you know, her cunt. That's got to be Miss Granger's most obvious asset. Well, I'm not telling you anything you don't know, certainly, Weasley. So hot and tight..."
That was enough for Ron, Hermione saw. Suddenly Malfoy was knocked to the ground, Ron on top of him. The two were rolling about, struggling, Ron trying to punch Malfoy and Malfoy holding onto Ron's arms to avoid being struck. The class was scrambling madly in an effort to get out of the way. Neville was bowled over in the commotion. Hermione shrunk back, not knowing what to do. Professor Sinistra's voice rang out. "Stop it! Both of you!"
It had no effect on Ron or Malfoy, and the other Gryffindors were yelling and cheering. Harry stood back, looking as if he was debating with himself. He kept near Ron and Malfoy but he did not join in. Seamus and Dean Thomas made their way to stand beside Harry and cheered Ron on.
Suddenly the gloom of night exploded in brightness. A deep voice rang out, "Petrificus Totalis!" and the tangle of arms and legs that was Ron and Malfoy froze solid. Snape stood in the open doorway. He held up his wand, pointing it menacingly at the others. The torches blazed with bright fire, illuminating the tower in light. Nobody moved. The Gryffindor's were silent, all eyes on their potion master.
Snape glared at them all menacingly, his eyes lingering on the entwined Ron and Malfoy and then finding Hermione. He finally lowered his wand and the torches, which had been amplified a hundredfold, dimmed. The usual gloom of the Astronomy tower once again enveloped them.
Snape was whispering to Sinistra. Hermione couldn't hear them. Next, with a wave of his wand, Snape released the Ron and Malfoy. The two boys rolled away from each other quickly and got to their feet, dusting off their robes and glaring at each other. Neither one of them looked hurt, Hermione was glad to see, if only for Ron's sake. If he'd hurt Malfoy, she thought, there might be ramifications. Even so, Hermione was sure that with both Sinistra and Snape being Slytherins that Ron would bear the brunt of responsibility for this episode.
"I think that class is dismissed early this evening," Professor Sinistra said. "You will all return to your dormitories." The class started to file out quietly. Their voices returned once they passed into the castle, and Hermione could hear excited chatter echoing through the stairwell.
As Ron approached the door, Snape motioned to him. "Not you, Weasley. Nor you, Potter. Also Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger will remain. I'll handle this, Professor." Snape waved her off and Professor Sinistra followed her pupils.
"I want to know what is going on." Snape stated, his eyes roving suspiciously over them. With a quick jerk of his head, he turned, "Mr. Malfoy?"
"Sir, I was just here doing some extra credit for Astronomy when Weasley attacked me. It was totally unprovoked. He's a menace." Malfoy's usual arrogant sneer was tempered with a toadying quality that made Hermione cringe.
"Is that so? What do you have to say for yourself Mr. Weasley?" Snape's eyes glared out at Ron.
"That isn't true. He provoked the whole thing. He said..." Ron's voice suddenly cut off. His mouth shut with an audible click. He looked at Hermione and then at Harry. "Er, he said... some really rude stuff."
"Really, how interesting." Snape's voice indicated no interest whatsoever. "You attacked him physically for something he said?"
"Yeah. He deserved it." Hermione thought she could hear Ron add under his breath, "Bloody arse."
"Is that so? What did he say that was so terrible that it brought about this attack?" Snape prodded. His voice reflected an increased interest. Hermione was sure the potions master could tell that Ron didn't want to repeat Malfoy's words and trying to make him was something of an entertainment to Snape.
"Just... Just..." Ron looked uncomfortable. He was flushed as red as Hermione had ever seen him. He couldn't bring himself to say the words, she saw. Why not, she wondered. He should hate her. Why shouldn't he cheerfully announce her sluttish behavior to the whole world? Was it only his fear of being laughed at? She wondered.
Finally Ron sighed, "Oh, just give me a detention and be done with it. You're going to, anyway."
"Silence!" Snape called out hotly. His voice changed to quiet menace. "Well, Mr. Weasley, if you insist." Snape looked like he was thinking. "Mr. Weasley, you have detention tomorrow at eight. I believe you know where the trophy room is?"
Ron groaned and Hermione recalled the long night he'd spent polishing trophies in his second year. Snape continued, "And the night after, you will serve a detention with me. I believe I will be able to find something for you to do."
Ron's face looked resigned. He said nothing but glared at Snape and Malfoy.
"You may go. I expect you to report to Mr. Filch tomorrow night at eight. Don't be late, Mr. Weasley."
Ron looked back at Snape. It was clear that he didn't want to leave without Harry. Snape sighed. "Mr. Potter, since you are not directly involved in this altercation, much to my surprise I may add, you may go as well."
Harry looked at Snape, his expression one of astonishment. He waited, momentarily confused.
"Go!" Snape's voice rang out harshly and the two boys scurried out.
Snape's eyes turned to Hermione. She couldn't read their intent but she cringed a bit under their scrutiny. "Miss Granger." Snape's voice was smooth and sinister. He spoke her name slowly as if he was thinking.
"Miss Granger" Why do I suspect that you are somehow in the middle of all this?" He spoke almost as if to himself, musing over the words. Suddenly his voice grew firm and quiet. "You may go."
"Sir?" Hermione asked.
"Go! Now!" Hermione ran from the tower.
On the stairs, she was surprised to feel her heart pounding hotly in her chest. Snape was Snape. He'd always frightened her a little bit. Only a few days ago he had seemingly offered to help her. Still, he had taken Malfoy's part yet again, and something in the way he looked at her made her afraid of him. Hermione headed back through the darkened hallways toward Gryffindor tower and her dormitories. She hadn't gone very far when she realized she'd forgotten her book bag. Groaning, she realized she must have left it up in the Astronomy tower. She turned around and headed back.
As Hermione prepared to open the door to the roof, she heard voices. It surprised her. Were Malfoy and Snape still there? She had been certain that Malfoy would get off without punishment as he usually did. Why were they still on the roof? What was Snape up to?
Hermione leaned close to the door, straining to hear. She could make out their voices.
"You would make your father proud, Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you, Professor. He has a lot of things on his mind, recently. I'm doing my best to help out, although it's a challenge from school." Malfoy's voice was a little less arrogant than usual, Hermione thought. Could be the lack of an audience.
"Yes." Snape's low voice intoned. "I'm sure it is. I suppose he's told you if you need anything that you may come to me."
"Well, thank you, Professor. I know he would be very pleased that you might be there in his stead. Have you seen him recently?"
"I have seen him, yes. We've been attending some of the same... meetings and events," Snape said distractedly then his voice grew stronger. "Am I correct in assuming that incidents such as we had today will not repeat themselves? Will you make that clear to Miss Granger as well?" Hermione blanched. Did Snape know? Was he aware of what Malfoy was doing? Of what she was doing?
"Oh, and Malfoy? If you require assistance in any capacity, do let me know." Hermione flung herself backward as Snape's voice grew suddenly louder. She could tell he was approaching the door, which flung open suddenly. She felt the door slam backward over her body, which was pressed up against the stone wall tightly. If Snape didn't sense her - If he didn't turn... She waited for him to notice her but was relieved when he breezed past, dark cloak flowing behind him, Malfoy hurrying after.
Hermione couldn't move for a long moment. What did Snape know? She went over and over what she had heard. Snape spoke of Malfoy's activities. He mentioned her name in the same breath. Hermione cringed as she recalled that he'd offered to assist Malfoy. What did that mean? Her normally logical mind was in shock and disorder. She knew that Snape had been a Death Eater. She knew Malfoy's father was a Death Eater. Was Snape in league with Voldemort even here at the school? Were those the meetings and events he had referred to?
Hermione knew that Snape had been redeemed by playing spy for Dumbledore but perhaps he was a double agent. Was he back in league with the Dark Lord? She, Ron and Harry had suspected Snape in the past only to be proven wrong. But now that Voldemort had risen would alliances change? She didn't know what to think.
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