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Resolution	By : chrmisha Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Resolution : Chapter 3 of 13

With a combination of anticipation and trepidation, Hermione returned to Gladwick University in the fall. Much to her dismay, her roommate, Lidia was the type of person she could never become friends with. Although the witch may have been blessed with brains, she lacked in all the other areas that Hermione respected. Listening to her roommate�s comments regarding the articles she read in Witch Weekly, as if it were the utmost authority, Hermione shook her head. She had thought it inevitable that Lidia would know who she, Hermione Granger, was, just by her name, but it seemed that her Muggleborn roommate didn�t bother to follow the news of the Wizarding world. Hermione wasn�t sure if she was grateful for this or not. Sooner or later, Lidia would find out who she was. Hermione was ready to deal with it now, not days or weeks from now, when surely Lidia would spring it on her when she was least prepared. Hermione sighed deeply as her roommate enchanted her finger and toenails to a bright pink and talked at great length about her beauty and all of the wizards she hoped to attract this year, adding to the long list of those she had managed to bed the year before. Hermione wondered if Lidia was trying to set a new record. Hermione gathered her books and headed to the library. Classes started the next day and she wanted to be ready. It seemed that studying in her room would not be an option this semester. Idly, she wondered what had happened to Judy, her roommate from her first year. She and Judy and had gotten along well, but because Hermione signed up for the fall semester so late, she�d had to accept a random room assignment.

The first week of classes went better than she expected. Molly had given her the potions that Professor Snape had left and she planned to ration them carefully, although she had used up all of the anti-anxiety potions just to get through the first week. She had thought about owling Professor Snape for more, but she knew she couldn�t depend on potions forever; sooner or later she would have to make it on her own.

Some people remembered her from her first semester. Those that knew her mostly acted like nothing had happened. Others stared and whispered behind her back. But by the end of the first week, even that seemed to be passing. Soon, she was just another student in the crowd. A particularly charming wizard by the name of Rowland was in all of her classes except for Magical Plants and Their Uses. She had to laugh as all the first years chased after the handsome man. She remembered him from her first semester, but they had never talked as far as she could recall.

At first she didn�t pay much attention when Rowland started sitting next to her in class. Hermione was always early and sat in front. Rowland barely made it to class on time, and often the only seats left were the ones in the front, so it didn�t seem all that strange to her. He always smile at her, as if he was happy to see her. He started asking how her day was, telling her that her hair looked nice. She found him slightly overbearing at times, but overall he seemed like a nice guy. Curiously enough, she started seeing him in the dining hall at lunch and dinner time. Mere coincidence, she thought. But soon, he joined her dining table and made small talk with her. He listened intently to her academic interests, sharing few of his own. After one particularly intense conversation on politics and the Ministry, he reached over and stroked her hand. She instantly recoiled from his touch and he pulled back, looking wounded by her reaction. She ended up apologizing. Some inner part of her was sending up red flags around the attention he was giving her and how he was acting, but her more logical side rationalized that she had little experience with dating and, due to what had happened to her, she was bound to be a little shy around men. After all, he seemed like a decent wizard and, more importantly, he seemed interested in her when most people busied themselves avoiding her.

She also ran into Judy and the two of them hit it off right away. Judy�s boyfriend was having a party that weekend and, against Hermione�s better judgment, she agreed to go. She couldn�t hide in the library forever, Judy reasoned. Plus, Judy assured her it would be small. When Hermione arrived that Friday night, the party was anything but small. She would have snuck right back out the door if Judy hadn�t grabbed her by the arm and dragged her in, introducing Hermione to her boyfriend and any other people that happened to be in the immediate vicinity. In a matter of moments, though, Judy had been pulled away and Hermione was left standing in the center of a room, milling with witches and wizards she didn�t know.

Then, as if out of nowhere, Rowland was at her side. A wave of relief swept over her. Always the perfect gentleman, he offered Hermione his arm and led her to a quiet corner, secluded from the music and the crowds. Hermione noticed he was a bit hesitant to let go, but she assumed he was just being overprotective. She was definitely used to that as of late. Picking up on her nervousness, he offered to get her a drink.

�I don�t drink,� she laughed, shaking her head.

�How about some sparkling pumpkin juice, then?�

She agreed to that and when he left, she felt exposed again. She never should have let Judy talk her into coming. She wished she had some of her anti-anxiety potion left; she definitely needed it now.

Rowland returned a little while later, handing her a drink while he took a sip of his own drink, presumably spiked punch of some sort.

�You look particularly beautiful tonight, Hermione.�

Hermione practically choked on her drink at his words. Blushing, she managed a thank-you before turning away.

�You�re not used to compliments.�

�No, I�m not,� she admitted.

�But I�m sure you get plenty of them,� he said, his voice seductive, his eyes trained on hers.

�Actually, no, but thank you,� she said, shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze.

Hoping to change the subject, she said, �So, how are your classes going?�

�Hermione,� he said, putting his arm around her shoulder, �must we always talk about classes? Don�t you ever have fun?�

She tried to move away from him, but he pulled her closer.

�Relax honey, you�re always so tense. Have I ever hurt you?�

Her heart was racing as she tried to decipher what was happening. Was she overreacting? Was he just a wizard hitting on a witch he liked? Was she just being a prude, as her roommate constantly accused her?

Taking a deep breath, she pushed his arm away. �I appreciate your kindness, Rowland, but I�m not ready for a relationship.�

�Who said anything about a relationship?�

Confusion spread over her. What was he getting at? Feeling more uncomfortable by the minute, she looked towards the door. She didn�t know if something was wrong with him or her, but something definitely felt wrong. �I�m sorry, but I really must be going.�

Something changed in his eyes then. �You could finish the drink I went to all that trouble getting for you.�

Yes, that would be the polite thing to do. She finished it in a few more sips while he watched her carefully. She felt her skin crawling under his gaze. Perhaps he�d had too much to drink. Whatever the case may be, he wasn�t acting like the perfect gentleman anymore. It wasn�t so much anything he�d said or done, but rather the vibes he was giving off.

As she made her way to stand, her legs suddenly felt wobbly and her head began to spin. The room swam in and out of focus.

�Feeling a little dizzy, are you?� Rowland said, pushing her back onto the couch and hovering over her, blocking her from the rest of the party with his back.

The horror set in as she realized he had put something in her drink.

She felt one hand pinning her down while the other groped at her through her shirt. She tried to struggle but the effects of the drug were draining her of her strength. �Stop,� she whimpered, unable to muster anything more. �Stop!� But even her yell came out as little more than a vehemently whispered command. As uncooperative as her body was being, her brain was still working, albeit more slowly than normal. She realized that even if she could scream at the top of her lungs, no one would hear her over the music.

She inhaled sharply as he leaned into her, pressing his erection against her leg.

�I�ve been waiting for this since I set eyes on you the first day of class.�

Suddenly she realized that all those red flags had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the mixed signals he had been sending all along.

She gasped as he jammed his hand down the front of her jeans, roughly seeking his pleasure against her limp body.

�I know you want me, Mudblood,� he said, his voice malicious. �Just like you wanted them.�

She tried to push him away, but he slammed her into the couch harder, her head hitting the wall behind her.

�Did you fight them, Hermione, like you�re fighting me? I bet you enjoyed every minute of it. I bet you begged for it. I�m going to make you beg for me, you little witch.�

Shock traveled through her body in waves. He couldn�t mean� what else could he mean? Her eyes met his then. Even through her blurred vision she could see the look in his eyes. It was the same sadistic look that Lucius had always given her before he raped her. A look of contempt mixed with the power associated with dominating someone so totally.

�There are advantages to shagging the Malfoy whore and I plan to experience every one of them.�

Malfoy whore. Malfoy whore. That�s what people call me behind my back. The Malfoy whore.

Her scream was muffled as he slapped his hand over her mouth and drove his fingers inside of her.

Malfoy whore. Suddenly, a wave of anger coursed through her veins. She was NOT a whore, and she did NOT enjoy what had been done to her or was being done to her now. She felt the wave of adrenaline rush over her. She bit his hand, causing him to recoil momentarily before pulling his arm back to hit her. But the adrenaline heightened her senses and she already had her wand out before he could strike her. Without thinking, she uttered the curse she had longed to throw at Lucius all those months. Knowing her time was limited, she Apparated back to her room where she collapsed to the floor.

In the morning, she felt sick to her stomach. She wasn�t sure what Rowland had put in her drink but it had been potent whatever it was. She barely made it to the trash bin in her room in time to empty the contents of her stomach. Her head ached. Her body ached. She closed her eyes; the night before was a blur. The words, Malfoy whore, still echoed in her head. The thought of it still made her angry. The thought of Rowland made her skin crawl.

Lidia came in and started chastising Hermione for not being able to hold her alcohol. Lidia informed Hermione that her sudden appearance and collapse had put an end to the �relations� she was having with the captain of the Quidditch team. Hermione shook her head, too sick and weak to argue. If the situation had been reversed, Hermione would have at least dragged her roommate�s limp form into bed instead of leaving her passed out on the cold, hard floor.
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