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Chapter 3
Hermione got up early the next morning, hoping to find Dumbledore before breakfast. She stopped suddenly in the corridor when she saw the slim blond figure approaching her. She turned to walk the other direction, but Crabbe and Goyle appeared behind her. Fingers clutching her wand, she turned and tried to keep her chin up. She walked toward Malfoy, hoping her fear was not showing through her confident demeanor. Hoping frantically that a teacher would appear while she strode toward Malfoy, she could hear the heavy footfalls of Crabbe and Goyle following her.
Before she could get past him, Malfoy spoke to her. His words made her wonder if he could read her mind. She'd always put down Divination as rubbish but perhaps Malfoy was a seer. That or he could read her like a book.
"I expect you're off to the Headmaster." He blocked her path and Crabbe and Goyle stood menacingly behind her.
"So what if I am?" Don't show your fear, she told herself. Don't give the stupid git the satisfaction.
"I wouldn't recommend it. In fact, it would be extremely detrimental."
"What do you mean by that?" she spat, unable to contain herself.
Draco ran his fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "Well, detrimental in the sense that that if you tell anyone about this - and I mean anyone - your parents will be killed. There will be nothing that you or anyone can do to stop it. Of course, if you don't care about your Muggle parents, and who would, really, then I'll leave you to your present course."
"I don't believe you. Dumbledore will stop you."
He laughed. "Well, you didn't believe me before, did you. And look what happened. If you would have taken me seriously, the Irish half-blood would still have his precious "Da.'" Malfoy aped Seamus' accent. "Doubt me now," he smiled that sickening smile, "to your peril."
Hermione did believe him. The coiled serpent of dread and fear that had been waiting struck her repeatedly. It was a feeling like being punched in the stomach. She felt powerless and afraid.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione sighed, looking suspiciously at the sneering boy.
"Like I said, you will perform some services for me. If you do so your parents will be safe from the Death Eater attacks. If you refuse, your parents will be killed. If you tell anyone, your parents will be killed. If you get Potter and Weasley involved their families will be targets just as soon as yours are dead." His blue eyes were cold and malicious.
Hermione didn't want to, but she had to ask. "What 'services' did you have in mind?"
Malfoy grinned and gave a signal to Crabbe and Goyle, who left.
"Well, I have a number of things in mind." He reached out and stroked her arm, his fingers grazing her breast lightly through her clothing. "Tonight you will meet me in the astronomy tower. Midnight. Tell no one. At that time I'll be pleased to elaborate on the services I expect to be rendered." He lurched toward her suddenly and pulled her against his chest, his hand grasping her bottom. His breath smelled sour as his face was inches away from hers.
Hermione pushed away, whispering loudly, "You are sick, Malfoy. I'm not doing anything with you!"
Malfoy didn't move. He stood perfectly still, looking at her. "Oh, but I think you will. I'm going to be waiting tomorrow at midnight. If you do not show up, you won't have a chance to say goodbye to your parents. If you go to Dumbledore I will know about it and it will be too late. I will be expecting you." He turned away and strode back down the corridor, leaving her alone. He turned back after a few steps as an afterthought. "Don't be tardy."
Hermione leaned up against the wall and processed this. She started to cry softly to herself and slid down the wall, her knees bending to her chin. After a few minutes she realized she was in the corridor and anyone could come along at any moment. She started back to her dormitory. Once inside the empty room, she collapsed on her bed and cried. After she ran out of tears she thought through the horrendous mess she was in. She debated going to Dumbledore but it was a risk she didn't want to take. She couldn't risk her parents' lives after what had happened to Seamus. There seemed to be no way out. The best path was probably to go along with Malfoy.
She decided she would meet Malfoy. He wanted to sleep with her, she thought. Draco had been very clear of his intention. It would be disgusting and awful, but if it would buy her parents' lives, it was a small price to pay. It was a choice she could live with. If she refused and her parents suffered for it, she didn't think she could live with that.
She couldn't go to Ron or Harry either. Harry would be his usual noble self but the risk was too great. Her parents would be first, Malfoy said. And even though Harry didn't like his Aunt and Uncle, Hermione wouldn't be responsible for him to lose what little family he had left.
Ron's parents were like her second family. She wouldn't put them in danger either. If Ron knew what Malfoy was up to he'd probably do something stupid. There didn't seem to be many viable options. Her analytical mind weighed the consequences and could come to only one conclusion.
So she would give herself to Malfoy. A few minutes of humiliation and it would be over. Not such a big price to pay, she thought analytically. She was firm in her decision. She didn't want to do it and felt vaguely nauseous at the thought of Malfoy touching her. Hermione was a virgin. She and Ron had dated for a year but she'd never felt ready to sleep with him. Despite this, in her mind she'd always imagined that her first time, when it would happen, would be with Ron. He was a virgin, as well, she was almost certain. She'd hoped they would share their first time together when they were ready. It was a dream that wouldn't come to fruition, she despaired as she thought of her decision to accommodate Malfoy's demands.
What was the loss of a dream she thought. A small price when compared to innocent people's lives.
There was a knock at the door. Hermione got up from her bed. When she opened the door she saw Ron standing there, a concerned expression on his face. "Hermione, you missed class! Both charms and transfiguration. Nobody'd seen you anyplace." He stared at her. "Are you OK? You look like you've been crying."
Hermione was suddenly frightened. She didn't know if she would be able to lie convincingly to Ron. "I ... I just needed some time alone, Ron."
"Hermione, I'm worried about you. Can I come in?" He gestured at the deserted dormitory.
Hermione stepped back from the door. Boys were not allowed in the girls dormitory, but she didn't care much about the rules right now. She sat down on her bed and Ron sat down next to her, looking around him taking in the messy room strewn with Lavender's clothing and fashion magazines.
"Harry's at lunch," he said. "I was worried about you. He said you probably just needed to be alone, but I had to come see you. What's going on? I know that what happened to Seamus is worrying you. What can I do?"
Hermione sighed. "I'm fine, Ron. There's nothing anyone can do. There's nothing to do."
Ron wasn't buying it. He took her hand in his and looked into her eyes. His usual fun-loving bravado was not there. He looked concerned. "I want to help you, Hermione, but I don't know what to do. Please talk to me." His brown eyes were pleading.
A sudden thought came to Hermione. She suddenly realized that despite her decision she didn't have to give Malfoy her virginity. She could have her dream of her first time with Ron, right here and right now. It was appealing. She latched onto the idea frantically and thoughts rushed through her brain. She formulated a plan quickly.
"I'm OK, Ron. I'm glad you're here though. I'm sorry I've been so crazy lately. You've been a dear to put up with me." She put her hand on Ron's knee. "You know, I've really missed you." Her hand rubbed his knee gently with a circular motion.
"Oh... But we saw each other last night, Hermione."
"I know but I missed breakfast and classes. So I missed you, too, didn't I?" Her hand traveled up from Ron's knee slightly.
Ron looked surprised, Hermione could tell it from the expression on his face. "Well, it's been a hard time," he said, "what with Seamus and all. I wish I knew how to make you feel better."
"Do you know what I love the most about you, Ron?" Ron's eyebrows shot up. Hermione had never used the "love" word with him before, nor he with her. Her hand crept quietly further up his thigh until it was very close to his crotch. She noticed through his robes that Ron was physically reacting to her endeavors and he squirmed a little bit and tugged on his robe to make it less noticeable.
"Um. What?" His voice was strained like he was trying to sound nonchalant. Her hand traveled a little further. She could hardly believe what she was doing.
"Hermione!" Ron said, grabbing her hand. "What are you doing?"
"Just showing you how much I care for you, Ron. Kiss me?" She leaned toward him. Ron kissed her. She returned his kiss fervently, her tongue exploring his mouth. It was a very passionate kiss. Ron was breathing hard when he pulled away.
"Hermione, what is going on with you?"
Hermione smiled, her hand moving back to Ron's leg. "Don't you like it, Ron? I know you do. You've kissed me like that before."
Ron sputtered. "Well, sure. But something doesn't seem right. Were you crying before? Why? What's going on?"
Hermione stood up and unbuttoned her robe slowly. She pulled it off, underneath she was wearing a skirt and blouse. "Ron. I know before I said I wasn't ready, but now I am." She sat back down on the bed. Her voice was calm. "I want us to have sex. Today. Now." She reached for Ron's robe and started unfastening it. Ron was breathing hard as his robe hit the floor. With a wave of her wand Hermione locked the dormitory door.
Hermione started unbuttoning her blouse. Ron sat still, watching with a look of shocked fascination on his face as the blouse came off. Hermione was wearing a white lacy bra underneath. She had never been this undressed in front of any boy. She took Ron's hand and placed it on her breast. The same breast that Malfoy had soiled earlier. Ron's touch felt nice, unlike that Slytherin prat's. From Ron's sharp intake of breath and his incredulous expression she could tell he was enjoying himself.
Ron caressed her breast and bent down to kiss it, taking the white lace in his teeth for a moment. He slowly pushed the bra straps down from her shoulders so the lace eased from her round breasts and her nipples showed. Hermione took his hand lad lay down on the bed, pulling Ron toward her. He started to kiss her, his hands roaming her body, pushing her skirt up toward her hips, his tongue exploring her mouth. It was the first time she had let him touch her under her clothes. She was enjoying the sensations although she was so bent on her mission she didn't give herself over fully to the pleasure she was experiencing.
"Oh, Ron. I want you so much." Hermione sighed as Ron sucked her left nipple. His fingers reached between her legs. She gasped in shock and pleasure as he touched her where no boy had ever touched her. His breathing was growing more heavy and ragged. She ran her fingers over his back, pulling at his shirt. He sat up quickly and pulled his shirt off over his head. Then he was back kissing her and she was able to run her fingers over his naked skin. Ron was surprisingly muscular for his tall frame, she noticed. Must be all that Quidditch.
Ron was on top of her now, straddling her. She was nervous and a bit afraid oat wat was going to happen but desperate to continue. Anything to preserve her dream and prevent Malfoy from taking it from her.
She reached for Ron's trousers as he kissed her neck and ran his hands up her legs, stroking her hips. She caressed him through the cloth. "Take them off, Ron," she whispered huskily.
"Are you sure, Hermione?" Ron said through his panting breaths. He was obviously ready, willing, and able to accommodate Hermione's demands.
"Oh, yes." She reached out again, her fingers grasping and stroking Ron through his trousers and pants. It wasn't a good idea, she realized too late. Ron groaned suddenly, his eyes closing tightly, his whole body shaking. His expression quickly changed from wonder and excitement to disgust. He rolled off her quickly, his face reddening.
"What is it? I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" Hermione sat up behind Ron and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her breasts against the skin of his back. Even his ears and neck were flushed, she could see from behind him.
"No. Oh God no. You didn't do anything wrong, Hermione. I just, well, you're so beautiful and I got so turned on that I just... I couldn't help myself. It just happened." He couldn't say the words but Hermione suddenly understood what happened.
"It's OK, Ron." She tried to pull him back down on the bed. "Lay here with me a while. Everything will be all right. We'll start again in a little while when you're ready." Hermione reached around into his lap again to help the process along but he grabbed her hand.
He held her hand for a few moments quietly, not looking at her. Finally he spoke, his voice calm and reasonable, "Hermione, as disgusted as I am with myself, and as embarrassed as I am about this, I'm actually glad." He sighed, paused a moment and then continued with an exasperated tone. "This just doesn't feel right. We were getting too carried away. I don't know why you're doing this. Last time we talked about it, you said you weren't ready. You said you didn't think you wanted to be having sex at school. We agreed to wait."
Hermione sighed. Ron never pressured her for sex, but he'd definitely made his preference clear in the past. Now he was the one saying no. What did that mean? Why didn't he want her? "Ron. I love you. I want you. Don't you want me?"
Ron shook his head. She still sat behind him and couldn't read his expression. "I'm sorry, Hermione. Of course I want you. I want you more than anything. You have to know that. But you've been through a lot lately with all these attacks going on, the Daily Prophet articles, and now with what happened to Seamus." He sighed and patted her hand. "Something's going on with you. I feel like if I made love to you now that I'd be taking advantage. I don't think you really want this right now. You're just reacting to something. You'd regret it later and resent me for it."
Trust Ron to choose the most inappropriate times to be logical, she thought. Perhaps she just had to get him back in the mood. He was almost seventeen, hormones should do the trick. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and hugged him close, caressing his chest and nipples. She whispered breathily in his ear, tickling with her tongue. "I do want you, Ron. I'm thinking quite clearly and I know what I want. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me." She paused a moment and then brave in her need and desperation, quietly breathed into his ear. "Please Ron, fuck me."
It was the wrong thing to do, Hermione soon realized. Ron stood up from the bed quickly, pushing her arms away. He pulled his shirt back on and picked up his robe. He grabbed her robe from the floor and without looking at her, draped it over her nearly naked body on the bed. Then he looked at her, his face serious. "Who are you? You aren't yourself, Hermione. I wish you'd tell me what's going on. When you're ready to, come and find me. I love you and I want to be there for you. Please trust me. Talk to me."
Hermione was angry and she could feel her face growing red. He was actually rejecting her. Turning her down. She couldn't believe it. It was heartbreaking.
"Then get out and leave me alone." Hermione commanded dully, laying back on the bed, rolling over on her side so she was turned away from Ron. He said nothing. She listened to him quietly as he walked to the door, unlocked it, and closed it behind him. Then the tears came to her. Tears of anger and humiliation and most of all frustration. Why was this happening to her?
Hermione didn't know it, but for a long moment Ron stood on the other side of the door, his forehead pressed against it, listening to her tears, shaking his head in confusion, before racing to his dormitory to change his underwear before afternoon classes started.
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