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Chapter 12
In her dormitory, Hermione collapsed into bed, exhausted and in pain. She hurt principally from Malfoy's brutal use of her body, although the frantic scrubbing she had just given herself was the pain she preferred to feel. In the shower, she'd attempted to eradicate every trace of Malfoy from her body, desperate to remove her very skin if that was what it would take to cleanse her.
Her utter exhaustion was more than just physical. It was emotional as well, a direct result of what she'd done to Ron earlier - what she'd forced herself to do. She couldn't help replaying the events in her mind, as she wished desperately for the sweet release that sleep would bring.
Hermione had stumbled through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room a little while ago. Wanting to be left alone, she was irritated to see two figures silhouetted against the firelight. It was Ron and Harry. They'd stayed up waiting for her. Ignoring them, she hurried on.
Ron followed. She groaned to herself, hearing his long footsteps across the Common Room floor and heard him padding up the stairs behind her, two steps at a time. Her legs slow from fatigue and pain, Ron caught up with her on the first landing, calling out, "Hermione, stop."
She ignored him, the tantalizing knowledge that her dormitory lay only another flight up driving her onward.
A hand grabbed her elbow. She shuddered at the contact. The last thing she wanted was to be touched - especially in her sullied state. "Let me go!" she whispered loudly, pulling hard against the invading hand.
Ron retained his strong grip on her arm. "Hermione, we need to talk. I don't believe you care about Malfoy. I want to know why you're sneaking out at night."
She pulled back, trying to get away. "Ron, we've been through this. You're just going to have to get over it." He was looking at her strangely. She realized that her robe was riding up on her arm from Ron's hold, fresh bruises showing plainly even in the dim torchlight.
"Look at yourself, Hermione. This isn't normal. You're hair is a birds nest. You've got circles under your eyes. You look as if you've been crying. And look at your wrist! Someone's hurting you, and I'll bet its Malfoy." Hermione shook her head desperately, starting to feel fear and just wishing that Ron would go away and leave her alone.
"Well then, where did you get those bruises? It's not right. Look, I know we're not together anymore, I understand that, but I do care. You look miserable all the time, Hermione." He took a breath. She noticed his face was flushed. "I hardly see you anymore. You're not at meals. Lavender says you aren't sleeping. This thing with Malfoy... it's poisoning you. He's no good and you know it." Ron's eyes flashed as he looked into hers.
"Worst of all, Hermione, you aren't doing well in your classes. You hardly pay attention! And you never raise your hand. You just aren't you anymore." Ron's demanding voice grew louder. Hermione hoped they wouldn't wake the first and second year girls, who were sleeping in the dormitories on this floor.
Hermione shushed Ron. She couldn't think of anything else to say. Ron was quite right, of course. But what did it matter? She looked around her, hoping that there were not witnesses to this little display. At a sharp intake of breath from Ron, she looked at him. His expression was one of shock, his eyes wide.
In her haste to depart the Potion's classroom earlier, Hermione hadn't properly fastened the top of her robes. They now gaped open, she noticed, displaying a good portion of her upper chest and neck, complete with newly formed bruises and bite marks. Ron, still holding her arm, reached out slowly toward her chest and gently eased her robes and blouse open wider, looking down. He could see most of her chest now, she realized, including her breasts, bare due to her undergarments being crumpled up in her pocket. "My God, Hermione. What is he doing to you?"
Her thoughts in turmoil, her legs shaky and tired, she knew that she had to sever herself from Ron. He was too involved. He wanted to save her like some damsel in distress when he should hate her. Ron didn't need to be involved in this. He'd only be in danger. It would be easy to give in to temptation and spill everything to Ron, hoping he'd save her like some gallant knight. Hermione was too much a realist to believe in fairy tales, even though she lived in the magic world.
Summoning her strength she pulled again, this time freeing her arm from Ron's grip. She clasped her robes closed tightly around her neck, holding them shut with her hand. "This is none of your business, Ron. Please let it be." She could see that Ron wasn't buying it. Fairy tale thoughts ran through her mind. She squashed them with blunt reality, her decision made. She had to do it, didn't she? The harsher the better, she decided. She blinked back her tears quickly so Ron wouldn't see.
Her heart breaking invisibly, she made her expression smug and tried not to flinch as she said in a cold voice, "I don't have time for your petty, little boy jealousy, Ron. Grow up."
Ron looked as though he had been slapped. He stepped back two paces, staring at her, his expression of incredulity swiftly giving way to rage. Hermione took the opportunity to hurry on to her dormitory without looking back. She hated what she had done to Ron but it had to be. There had been no other way.
In her bed, replaying these events in her mind, Hermione cried quietly. She lie there hating Malfoy more than she'd ever hated anyone in her life. It came as a surprise to her that she could hate so much. Thoughts of maiming or killing her tormentor ran through her mind deliciously. Huddled in bed, trying to ignore the pain of her body and mind, she sought sleep and the respite from her thoughts.
In the potions classroom, Hermione lay on the floor, unclothed and shivering in the cold dungeon air. Malfoy, his naked, pale flesh on top of her, held a wand in his hand. He whispered the curse softly, a grin of anticipation on his face. The pain was incredible. She tried not to scream but it was impossible. Bucking and groaning, she fought against the curse, unable to throw it off, the pain penetrating every part of her. The blond boy finally lifted the curse, laughing. "That was good, Granger. If you'd do that all the time when I'm fucking you, we wouldn't have to go through all this." He leveled the wand again.
Suddenly everything shifted in a gray fog and Hermione found herself stumbling around the classroom, painfully retrieving her clothing while Malfoy watched from the doorway, a running commentary of rude remarks spilling from his mouth. As she passed him, her tired legs faltered, causing her to lurch heavily against the door jam. Malfoy grabbed her around the waist from behind and leaned close, his lips touching her skin, his hot breath in her ear as he whispered, "Well, well, didn't I tell you that I'd shag you until you were unable to stand?"
In a cold sweat, Hermione woke, shaking from her the memories that had surfaced in her dream. It took her a few moments to realize that she was safe in her dormitory - that the night of hell in the potions classroom was over. With a sigh of relief, she turned over, hugging her pillow tightly against her tearstained face. She tried to remove the awful scenes from her mind. Going through it once was certainly enough.
The next day she was tired and every part of her ached. She'd done the best healing charms she could do - she didn't dare go to the infirmary - but even so she was still bruised and sore. She'd made it through the rest of her classes and was relieved this was the final one. She worried about what it would feel like to enter that room today, merely hours after her terrible experiences with Malfoy. Her apprehension grew as she approached the dungeons. Not only would she have to enter that room, but Malfoy would be in there. And Snape.
Hermione was more convinced than ever that Snape was at least looking the other way, and very probably was complicit in what his Slytherin pupil was doing. Why else would he be so conveniently absent last night? Why would he allow anyone to use his classroom? Why had he said those things to Malfoy up in the Astronomy tower?
Hermione tried not to look around as she entered the classroom, not wanting to be further reminded of last night. "Hello, Neville." she said, sitting down next to him at a table. She unpacked her cauldron to try to focus herself and started to set up today's potion. Ron was right when he said she wasn't paying much attention in classes lately. She'd have to try to remedy that despite everything else. She wasn't going to let Malfoy destroy everything in her life if she could help it.
With a flurry of swirling black cloak, Snape burst from his office and strode to the front of the class. She watched him warily as he gave the lecture. It seemed to her that he kept glancing at her throughout. She couldn't tell anything from his face, as he wore his usual sarcastic expression. She was grateful when he finally set the class to potion brewing. Their stern potions teacher sat at his desk, barking out orders. After a while, he strode about the room, glowering and sniping at the Gryffindors and showering praise on the Slytherins.
When he passed her he said nothing but eyed her coldly, a knowing expression on his face. Her stomach lurched and somehow her fingers slipped, dropping an entire jar of pixie dust that she had been measuring out. It smashed to the floor, raising a plume of sparkling fog that immersed half the class. Once the dust settled and the commotion died down, she watched Snape nervously for his reaction.
Snape brushed the silvery dust from his robes with disdain. He stepped toward her, his tall figure menacing and his voice stern. Hermione held her breath, wondering what was coming. "Clean that up, Miss Granger, and fetch another bottle from the store room. Fortunately, I have an ample supply, so your clumsiness has not cost the class this lesson."
She exhaled in relief, but Snape was still looking at her. His voice loud and arrogant, he announced, "Detention. For inattention and general ineptitude. Report here this evening at eight." The rest of the class looked at each other and the whispering started. Little miss perfect getting detention was just too good of an opportunity to gossip, Hermione guessed.
"Silence!" Snape roared and the class fell quiet.
After the lesson, Malfoy caught up with Hermione in the hallway. "Well now. Poor Granger. Detention for you. And in Snape's classroom. You can relive your fondest memories of last night."
"Shut up and leave me alone."
"Of course, its inconvenient for me as I might have enjoyed your company again this evening." His arrogant smile made her want to hex him into next week.
"Despite our fun last night," Malfoy intoned, his voice a warning sneer, "I admit to getting a bit bored with you, Mudblood. I may have to turn you over to Crabbe and Goyle if you don't keep me properly entertained. Bear this in mind during our next appointment, won't you?"
Hermione pushed past him, feeling for her wand in her pocket. Just thinking about cursing Malfoy made her feel somewhat better. The Slytherin's comment about his two lumbering cronies made her feel real fear. She tried to reassure herself that even someone as despicable as Malfoy wouldn't do that. It wasn't working. She had no reason to expect Malfoy to do or not do anything. What would change if Malfoy's demands became even more revolting? Yesterday, she wouldn't have thought that was possible, but after last night she knew she had been wrong - very wrong.
At eight in the evening, Hermione entered the potions classroom for her detention. She felt extremely unnerved, the dark dungeon corridors reminding her unpleasantly of the previous evening. Snape sat in his chair - the chair - at the front. She sat down at her table, trying not to look at Snape or the desk or the chair. She could feel Snape's eyes staring at her intently. He didn't flinch as she met his gaze momentarily. He had a strange expression on his face but said nothing. She grew more nervous. Why wasn't he assigning work? Why was he just sitting there staring at her?
A few minutes later, Ron came in. Hermione was surprised, having forgotten that he had been given a detention for his fight with Malfoy the other day. She groaned inwardly. That was all she needed, to be stuck with Ron and Snape all night.
"Mr. Weasley. May I entreat upon you to be on time in future?" Snape spat out harshly. Ron's face flushed slightly and he mumbled an apology, standing in front of the potions master. Snape stood up.
"Mr. Weasley, are you familiar with the plant Tanice?" As Ron shook his head in answer, Snape sneered sarcastically, "Of course you aren't. No reason to actually complete the assigned reading, is there?"
Snape held out a bit of greenery. "This is the plant, Mr. Weasley. Professor Sprout has some growing in the gardens behind Greenhouse 3. You will go and pick some for me. It must be picked carefully - only the leaves. No stems. Be careful not to break the berries." He eyed Ron with a look of disdain. "If you do break the berries, do not pick any of the leaves that are contaminated."
Snape shoved a glass container at Ron. "Place the leaves in this container. Do not crush them. Come back when the container is full or when two hours have passed." Ron looked at the glass container and then at Snape, who barked, "Well, why are you still here?" As Ron hurried through the door, Snape called out, "Oh, and Mr. Weasley, if I am unsatisfied with your efforts, you will be repeating them tomorrow night. Bear that in mind."
Hermione got up to follow. "Where are you going, Miss Granger?"
She realized that her detention was not going to be picking Tanice leaves with Ron. She sat back down. "Sorry."
Snape walked to the classroom door and shut it. She watched him closely, wondering. When her teacher pulled out his wand and set a locking charm on the door, Hermione became alarmed. The silencing charm he next set on the room filled her with fear. Her nerves were on edge as she wondered what he could be up to. Snape walked toward her slowly. His next words froze her soul.
"Miss Granger. I am aware of your and Mr. Malfoy's activities here last night."
Her pulse pounded hotly in her ears. She took in this horrifying bit of information, her mind racing in incredulity and fear. She tried to say something but all she could get out, in a squeaky, nervous voice was, "Sir?"
"Are you hard of hearing, Miss Granger? I said that I know what the two of you were doing in here. Did you think I wouldn't? I wouldn't have thought you were that stupid."
Hermione sat frozen in silent horror of Snape's words. Her face plainly showed her shock and fear, of that she was certain.
Snape smiled at her smugly and stepped closer. His next words shocked her further, sending her mind reeling. "As part of your detention, Miss Granger, the two of us are going to recreate the events in which you participated last night."
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