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Evil Never Looked So Good By: Rosa Nicole

Chapter 2: Far Too Pale

A/N: It took forever didn't it? I was almost going to abandon this story because I was like, awww, it's stupid. But, well, I don't know what came over me. Here's the next chapter. I promise there will be better!

Hermione hurried to the girls bathroom to survey the damage to her poor body. The gash on her shoulder was deep and bleeding, there was a few bruises along her wrists and arms, and her hair looked at if someone cut it with a chain saw. Hopefully this is all fixable, Hermione thought, shakily. What did Draco think he was doing anyway, violating her like that? She shivered as she looked at her torn nightgown, and remembered his words: "You will come to me in the night." Hermione had to admit, he looked very attractive in the moonlight. //Wait a second! Look at what he did to me. He could never be attractive. I hate him!//

Hermione needed to go through the common room to retrieve her wand, but she didn't want anyone to see her. Praying that everyone was asleep, she mumbled the password, and stepped into the fire lit room. Harry and Ron were the only ones up, and they looked deep in conversation. She tried to sneak past them, but Ron saw her and called, "Hey Hermione! Come Join---" but he stopped suddenly when he saw her ripped nightgown, and injured shoulder. "Oh my God!" Harry screamed, and they both ran to her. "What happened Hermione?" Ron questioned, a concerned look on his face. "Nothing Ron," she said hastily, forcing a laugh. "I'm fine."

Harry widened his eyes and shook his head. "You are not fine Hermione. We're you best friends, and we deserve an explanation," he said softly, searching for an answer in her eyes. Hermione felt like crying, and her lower lip started to tremble, but she stood firm. "It was the stupidest thing really. I went up to the astronomy tower to look at the stars, and when I was leaving, I tripped and fell down the stairs. I cut my shoulder on a jagged piece of wood, and it ripped my nightgown." "What happened to your hair though?" Harry persisted. "Um... " Hermione stalled, thinking of an explanation. The way they were staring at her she didn't know what to say. "Oh, I---uh, I was doing a spell to lighten my hair, and I'm afraid it went terribly wrong."

Harry still wasn't sure he believed her, but then he thought, why would Hermione lie to us? He gave her a small smile, and held out his arms for a hug. Hermione allowed him to put his arms around her, comforted that he cared about her. Then she gave Ron a hug. "You smell strange Hermione," Ron said as he pulled away. "What do you mean?" she asked nervously. "I mean........different. Not like you usually do." "Yeah, I noticed it too," Harry added. //I smell like him.// "I just switched to a different perfume, that's all," Hermione said unconvincingly. "Well, I'm really tired, so I'm going up to bed. See you two at breakfast."

After she had gone, Ron whispered to Harry, "Do you think there's something she's not telling us?" "Yeah," Harry answered, "And I'm going to find out what. Whe When Hermione got to her room, she flung herself on the bed and started crying like she never had before. "Evil sadistic basterd," she murmured into into her pillow. Then she remembered the ring, and tried to pull it off. "Hey, it won't come off!" she said, frustrated. She pulled, and yanked, and spit on it, but it wouldn't budge, so she started crying again. Hermione fell asleep like that, her face buried in a pillow, and tears running down her face.

The next morning she woke up late, and hurried down to the girls bathroom. She looked in the mirror and muttered, "God, I look terrible." She used her wand to change her hair. It wasn't possible to make it grow back, so she tried a shorter style. It now fell a little past her shoulders. Hermione was pleased with the results, but she'd have preferred her beautiful long hair. This would have to do though. She magically cleaned her shoulder, but a long scar still remained. She put on a dark red turtle neck and short black skirt. She braided her hair with a gold ribbon, and applied a little blush and lip gloss. Hermione tried to again get the ring off, but it was no avail. She just gave up and decided to go to breakfast.
Draco grinned to himself as he pulled a dark green robe over his head. He gave his hair a slight brush, and then sat down at his desk. He took out Hermione's hair and rubbed it through his fingers tenderly. Then he proceeded to take out her nightgown strap. He tied the strap around the hair, making a bow. Then he put it in an envelope addressed to Harry. Draco didn't send his own owl, he went down and used one of the schools, a tawny, very unlike his own. Then he went to breakfast, smiling.

When Harry saw Hermione walking into the Great Hall, he nudged Ron, and then stood up to meet her. "Hermione! You cut your hair!" was the first thing he said. "Yeah, you like it?" she asked, spinning around shyly. "Well, I can't really tell, because it's up in a braid, but I'm sure it looks great," he said, smiling. Ron also commented on her hair, and the three sat down to breakfast. When Hermione was reaching for some pumpkin juice, Harry noticed the ring. "Hey, where'd you get that?" he inquired, lifting her hand to better look at it. She quickly snatched her hand away and said nervously, "Oh, I found this in potions one day and brought it to Dumbledore, but when no one claimed it, he said I could have it. I thought it was kinda neat so.............." she trailed off. "Yeah, but it's Slytherin colors right?" Ron asked. Hermione shrugged her shoulders as if saying she didn't really care.

Hundreds of owls then swooped in, delivering the morning mail. A small white letter was dropped in front of Harry, and while he was reading it, Hermione stole a quick glance at Draco. He was looking right at her, a smirk on his face, and an evil gleam in his eye. She looked away. Harry was now head to head with Ron, whispering furiously about the envelope he held in his hands. They looked up when they noticed her watching them, and both of their faces were chalk white. "Harry? Ron? What's wrong?" Hermione questioned, her voice high and concerned. Ron mumbled something about needing to go to the library, and they both walked off without another word.

Hermione sat alone, confused, and angry. //What's going on? What is he up to? Oh, Lord, help me. Somebody help me.//

Harry pulled Ron behind a bookshelf in the library, to discuss the strange mail. "Who do you think sent this?" Harry whispered, holding the hair limply in his hand. Ron shook his head in puzzlement, and turned the envelope over in his hand. "It's got a green S on it. It must have been sent by a Slytherin," Ron said. "Yeah, but Hermione doesn't hang out with any Slytherins." "Maybe one of them found this stuff lying on the ground............" "But why would they send it to us?" Again Ron shook his head. "Do you think that story she told us last night was bullshit?" he asked quietly. "Yeah," Harry answered, his voice confident. "I do."

"Hey, there she is!" Ron hissed, pointing through the shelf. "Don't let her see you!" Harry warned. "See if she does anything weird." Hermione was turning her head from side to side. "It seems like she's just looking for us," Ron whispered, and Harry put his finger up and said, "Shhhh." They saw Malfoy strut in and...............OH MY GOD!..............He was putting his arms around Hermione!

Draco came up behind Hermione, and grasped her waist tightly. She stiffened and tried to turn around, but his grip on her was too tight. "Relax," he said, breathing in her ear. "It's only me." Hermione would have known that voice anywhere. //Don't worry. He can't hurt me in the library. People are around.// "What do you want?" she hissed, trying to sound confident. "You." She didn't respond, and Draco turned her around. "I see you cut your hair," he said, teasingly pulling on the end of her braid. She looked down at the floor, and he took her hand to pull her behind a shelf. They were now just a few feet away from Harry and Ron, who had an excellent view.

Draco picked up Hermione's ring finger, and sucked on it a little. "Beautiful ring," he murmured, shoving his mouth against hers, forcing it to open. Harry and Ron stared at each other in horror. Malfoy and Hermione? No.............. When Draco's hands started to creep up under Hermione's turtleneck, Harry and Ron drew the line. "Get your dirty hands off her, you bastard!" Harry shouted. Hermione's eyes widened and she started to blushHow How much did you two see........." "Shut up bitch," Draco spat at her. "Hermione? Are you going to let him talk to you like that?" Ron gasped. She didn't say anything, and Harry screamed, "Stop touching her right now Malfoy!" Draco smirked, and tightened his grip on Hermione, who was now facing them. "Well boys, I don't think Hermione wants me to stop. Do you Hermione?"

Hermione looked from Draco, to Ron and Harry, and then back to Draco. //Stop. Yes. Stopping would be good. I don't want your hands on me. Ever.// "I-I, " she stammered. "It's okay," Ron encouraged softly. "Just say what you want." Hermione could feel Draco's fingernail's digging into her sides, tearing away little pieces of flesh. "I don't want Draco to stop," she said, in a barely audible whisper. "There you have it," Draco sneered, loving the shocked faces of Harry and Ron. "You two can go now. We'd like to be alone." "Hermione, are you sure you want us to leave?" Harry pressed, still not believing that she was liking all this. A tear slipped down Hermione's cheek, and she nodded her head a little. Harry started to sadly walk away, but Ron stayed. "C'mon Ron," Harry said softly, tugging on his arm. "No!" Ron said forcefully, glaring at Draco with venomous eyes. "If you hurt her, I swear to God................." "Ron......." Harry warned. "Let's go." Ron started to walk away, then turned around and threw something at Hermione's feet. "I think this belongs to you." Then he walked away.

Hermione glanced downward, and her eyes fell upon a chunk of silky brown hair. An overwhelming sense of foreboding began to creep it's way into her heart.

"Oh, sweet little Hermione," Draco began, after her friends had left. "I hate to see you in so much pain......." "Liar," Hermione whispered. "What did you just call me?" Draco hissed. "I called you a liar!" she said, her voice a little to loud for Draco's comfort. "Don't say another word," Draco said coldly, shoving his hand against her mouth. It was so tight and forced, Hermione could barely breath. "Now, I am going to take my hand off, if you promise to be a good girl, and talk nicely........and quietly. Are you going to be good?" Hermione gave a painful nod, and he released her. She began to gasp for air, and flailed her arms around wildly, trying to grab hold of the bookshelf. The only thing she managed to do was knock off a few books and make a considerable amount of noise.

"Here," Draco said calmly. "You want to grab something. Grab me." "Where?" she coughed. "Anywhere you want." //I'm not playing your games. You won't get the best of me.// Much to Draco's dismay, she clutched a fistful of his robe to catch her breath. "Are you finished?" he asked, after a small momentum of time had passed. She nodded. "Lord knows why I'm being so nice to you," he murmured. //This is nice?// "Why are you?" "Don't speak," he ordered, and Hermione fell silent. He roughly pulled out the ponytail holder keeping Hermione's braid in place. Her short hair fell loosely around her shoulders. "I don't like your new style." Hermione gaped at him. "But you were the one who--," she started to protest, but stopped when Draco started narrowing his eyes. "You are much more attractive when you're not talking."

Draco started moving his hands up Hermione's shirt again, and her face tinged pink. "You'd look much better in green," he said, running his hand over the outside of her bra, and kissing her harshly. "One day you'll kiss me back," he whispered against her lips. "I beg to differ......." she said, very quietly. "What was that?" "Nothing." Draco grabbed a fistful of her hair, and Hermione screeched in protest. "Don't ever lie to me!" he said, his voice full of rage. "Tell me what you said! Now bitch!" Hermione looked him in the eyes, and despite her overwhelming fear, she managed to get out, "I said that I will never, ever, willingly kiss your disgusting, smirking, sneering mouth." "When I'm through with you, you will," he said dangerously. //Oh no. I shouldn't have said anything. I provoked him. Shit.//

Draco lifted Hermione off the ground with one hand, and put the other over her mouth, to muffle her screams of protest. He took a back way out of the library, and set her down when they reached the stairs to the astronomy tower. "Can I trust you to walk, and not to scream?" A nod from Hermione. As soon as he removed his hand though, she started yelling, and tried to run. Draco grabbed her hair and began to drag her up the stairs, slapping her every time a scream escaped her lips. Hermione wouldn't stop though, because she knew his intentions. As soon as they were alone in the tower..............

After Draco reached the tower, and locked the door with his wand, he roughly shoved Hermione, who fell limply to the ground, sobbing. Draco was now standing over her, grinning so broadly that it hurt. He bent to her level, and touched a shaking shoulder. "Please......" she gasped. "I'll do anything if you........just let me go. Please." Ahh, it was wonderful to hear her beg. "Kiss me Hermione." "Will you let me go?" "Do what I say and I might." She pressed an ice cold hand against his face, and brushed her lips against his cheek. Then looked at him expectantly. He wasn't satisfied. "Who's playing games now Hermy? You know that's not what I meant. Be a good girl and do what Draco wants." He cupped her neck with one hand, and put the other around her waist. They both leaned in, and Draco started to kiss her hungrily. After a little, she joined in, and even let her tongue come into play. //Make it good. He might let me go// Draco swirled his tongue around Hermione's, and then shoved it deeper into her mouth. It was then that Hermione realized she couldn't breath. His tongue was gagging her.

She pushed against his chest, and clawed at his face, but he didn't stop. Hermione could barely see anymore, so she bit his raging tongue, hard, and he finally pulled away. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" he growled. "I--couldn't breath----wouldn't stop----," she gasped. "I don't caf yof you couldn't breathe. You only stop when I say so............" Draco started to roughly pull her shirt off, tearing some of the material. He gazed at the thin layer of lace covering her pale breasts. He saw the healed scar across her shoulder, and smiled to himself. He wanted to see that beautiful combination of red against white..................again. He licked the outside of her mouth, and trailed it down her neck, and over her flat stomach, leaving a trail of saliva, that Hermione thought was disgusting. She did her best to try and hide her revulsion

Draco gave her a short, bruising kiss, smiled sadistically, and took the knife out of his pocket. Hermione began to shriek and plead. "Don't hurt me again! I'll do anything please! Please, Draco!" He just shook his head and started to bring the knife lower. Hermione started to close her eyes, but gasped when she saw Draco holding out the handle to her. //Is this a trick? Is this my chance for escape?// Her eyes widened as she whispered, "W-What are you doing?" "Take it," he crowned. "Go ahead and kill me. Stab me. Then you can leave." She shook her head. "I'm no murderer." //Don't be stupid. Just stab him in the arm or something. Then I can run away!// "I-I Don't want to," Hermione stuttered. Draco smirked, put the knife in her hand, and guided it up towards his shoulder. The silver blade slashed his robe and skin, leaving a sticky line of blood. Draco drew in a heavy breath, and licked a stray tear off Hermione's face. Then he ripped the knife out of her hand, leaving her defenseless once again.

"Don't be afraid angel," Draco said, his voice low and rough. "It's only me.................." "That's what I'm afraid of," she answered. "Oh, I'm flattered that you find me so..............superior, but really kitten, it's much more fun when you fight." //Do something fast.// A drop of blood fell onto Hermione's face, and she let out a soft whimper. "Listen Draco," she began, her voice small and unsure. "I know why your doing this. You love power. You want that feeling of total control........but you don't have to do this. I'll do whatever you want me to.....................Just, please................" Draco stared into her frightened eyes, and started to yell, his voice filled with icy rage, very uncharacteristic of his usual calm self. "Listen here bitch? You don't know what the fuck you're talking about....................Yes, I will control you, and yes, I will do this to you, but I do not NEED to do this. You're just a little amusement. You mean nothing to me."

Draco then lifted slowly and seductively slid his hand under Hermione's bra, holding her wrists down so that she would stop trying to cover herself. "You must learn little mudblood, that things are not always the way you want them to be, people don't always act human, and a Malfoy always gets what he wants." She gasped at the complete look of evil on his face. "You are nothing anymore. The minute I decided to play with you, you became nothing. Get used to it."
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