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Chapter 7


Hermione
had locked herself in her bathroom and was sitting on her toilet with her face
buried in her hands. Her whole body
was shaking as she sobbed. Her mind
was desperately trying to classify her previous actions as something she had
dreamt or just imagined, but the throbbing pain in her vagina was a constant
reminder of the reality.


She felt like a raging vessel of twirling emotions that didn�t know which
one she should live out. Part of
her wanted to scream and shout at Malfoy, curse him into oblivion for giving her
that stupid potion which had resulted into the disaster that transpired just
now.

Yet
she also felt incredibly guilty.

She
had forced herself on him.
She could still hear his desperate plea �Granger,
no!� ringing
in her ears, painfully reminding her that she did not have consent even though
there was nothing that could stop her.


Merlin, did she rape Malfoy?


Fresh tears streamed down Hermione�s cheeks as she sobbed over that
thought.


She wasn�t as stupid as to think that her first time would have been this
magical event that would have rocked her world. She was well aware that when a girl lost
her virginity, it might hurt.

But
she still had expected it to be somewhat special.

A
bit of pain and discomfort didn�t exclude the fact that her first time could
have been a beautiful and intimate experience; something it hadn�t been at
all.

As
the tears were still violently streaming down her cheeks, she got up from the
toilet lid and moved to stand in front of the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy from her
crying, but apart from that she still looked the same. She knew it was stupid, but somehow she
had imagined that losing her virginity would make her look a bit different.

Instead,
her reflection looked the same as it did yesterday.

The
only evidence that something had indeed changed, were the tears of sorrow
streaming down her cheeks.


Is this what she had been waiting for all this time?


She had wanted to experience passion and pleasures of the flesh� not
this. This incredible
feeling of pain, guilt and loss.

If
this was it, then she�d gladly give it back.

And
the knowledge that she couldn�t, made Hermione cry some
more.

*

As
Draco was sweeping the potions classroom, one of his many, many,
punishments for poisoning Granger, he couldn�t help but want to kick
himself.


When he had gone to breakfast that morning his eyes had automatically
gone in search for Granger. A pang
of worry had erupted from his belly when he had noticed that she wasn�t
there. For the rest of the meal,
this constant nauseating feeling had lodged itself in his gut, undoubtedly the
result of that morning�s debacle.

For
some reason, he felt guilty about it.

Draco
could still remember seeing the pain reflecting on her face when she tore her
virginity and the sight of the tears in her eyes when she backed away from him
afterwards, realising what had happened.

Draco
grunted in annoyance.

Why
did he even care so much?

Why
should he feel guilty?

Guilt
is for the weak, so he was the last who should be feeling it.

So
she had lost her virginity to him... big deal! It�s just a little patch of skin. Some
women don�t even have a hymen, so why should it mean anything?

Though
it clearly meant something to Granger.

So
what? He didn�t care about her. She was just like any other woman who
Draco had shagged; nothing more, nothing less. The only reason for why he had grown
somewhat attached to her was because of the potion-thing. It had been exciting and new and it had
taken Draco out of his life of boringness.

If
any other girl had taken the potion, he would have reacted the
same!

...

Or
would he?

Draco�s
brow wrinkled itself in contemplation.
Would he have lusted as much after Pansy, or Millicent, or Pavarti Patil,
or the Weaselette if they had taken the potion?

Would
he have cared as much about any of them as he did about Granger? Were any of them able to get under his
skin the way she could? Were any of
them as effortless in disregarding his wealth, his bloodline, his good-looks or
his possible wrath the way she could?

Didn�t
that day in the hospital wing shake his belief system and had made him see that
the bushy haired bookworm also was a girl underneath and somehow he hadn�t
noticed?

Didn�t
that day in McGonagall�s office make him fall in lust for her?

After
he had given her oral pleasure, hadn�t he realised that he was actually going to
miss her when it all would be over?

And
when she had given him her virginity, hadn�t he realised that above all that he
actually cared?

...

FUCK!

�Don�t
stop sweeping, Mister Malfoy� Snape drawled. �I do believe neither of us wants
to be here all day.

Draco
swiftly started sweeping again, almost kicking over his water bucket as he was
in urgent deliberation again.

Good
lord, did he *fancy* Granger?

Since
when did Draco fancy anyone?
It made sense that he did, since
he been the one to initiate their kiss yesterday. He had never let himself get carried
away like that before since usually he liked to tease girls and make them come
to him. But in that moment with Granger his mind just didn�t seem to have room
reserved for teasing, since it had been too busy shouting at him: �KISS HER, YOU
PONCE!�

Usually,
Draco would move on from one girl to another when he became bored with her. The thing was that he really wasn�t
bored with Granger yet. She
appeared to have a whole range of layers to her personality and for some reason
he wanted to explore them all.

She
was an enigma ready to be unraveled.

Draco
had already come to the conclusion that there was something about her other
girls just didn�t have. As he
soaked his mop in the dirty water of the bucket beside him, Draco pondered on
the idea that perhaps the �thing� was the knowledge that she didn�t want him in
return. She was someone who he�d
have to make an effort to attain, while all other girls virtually hopped into
his bed at the mere snap of his fingers.

With
Granger, Draco felt as if he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure everyone else
had been blind enough to miss.
Granger was feisty, passionate and looked absolutely ravishing underneath
those shapeless robes. The fact
that this treasure had been his, and only his, made Draco feel quite
possessive all of the sudden.

Still,
it didn�t make much sense to him.

He
had never felt attracted to a girl for any other reason than her looks. Granger was pretty, but he definitely
knew girls far more fetching than her.
She had an enticing natural sort of beauty, but she wasn�t really Draco�s
regular cup of tea. The fact that
she seemed self-assured enough not to bother with enhancing her physical
appearance actually intimidated him a bit.
Draco himself always made sure that before he left his room his nails
were flawlessly buffed, his hair looked faultless and his eyebrows were tweezed
to perfection.

Then
why on earth would he be fancying Granger of all people?

...

As
Draco kept on sweeping the floor, the idea popped into mind that perhaps those
sayings of �looks aren�t everything� and �It�s the inside that counts�
weren�t just a figure of speech.

*


Hermione was sitting in a remote section of the library, hiding away from
everything and everyone. She had
luckily stopped crying a few hours ago, since there really were no more tears to
be spent.

She had cried
out her sorrows, and now she figured that she had to move on.

There was no
use in dwelling in the past.

She should
have known better that to feel comforted by the idea that someone else had made
a choice for her so she wouldn�t have to make it herself. She had innocently thought that Malfoy
had given her a �Free Pass into the Restricted Section of Sex�.

Yes, a free pass only to discover that
she would be fined 100 galleons as a price to pay for her snooping!

Still,
Hermione supposed that she could learn from her mistakes. Now that she had fallen face first into
reality, she knew better than to hope for a white knight to show up and to
rescue her from it.

In a way,
Malfoy had probably saved her from much future grief.

She was just
thankful that she was at the end of her menstrual cycle. At the time neither of them had had
enough wits to perform a contraceptive charm, so she had been fortunate to not
have to worry about any unwanted �side-effects�. Good lord, she didn�t even want to
imagine the idea of accidentally getting pregnant by Draco Malfoy!

How would she
be able to explain that to anyone?

Honestly, she
really wasn�t going to let anyone know she had slept with him.

Earlier that
day she had innocently absorbed the antidote Professor Snape had given her while
trying to act relieved for the intervention, as useless as it might have been in
reality. Later on, McGonagall had
required her presence, obviously enquiring after the extent in which the potion
taken its course. Hermione had
hastily denied the insinuation that it might have taken its full effect, which
had made McGonagall release a sigh of relief.


After that, McGonagall had asked her if Malfoy had been a gentleman
during the whole ordeal and Hermione had quickly affirmed that he had.

Honestly,
that had been the truth.

Whatever
his motivations, Malfoy had been as gallant as he she could have hoped for. He
hadn�t made fun of her, he hadn�t gone blabbing and he even seemed to have done
everything he could to make it a pleasurable experience for her.

She
dreaded the knowledge that soon she would have to speak to him again, something
that was inevitable due to their positions as Head Students. In truth, she honestly didn�t know what
to say or how to act.

Right
now she actually wished that he hadn�t been so gallant to her, that he hadn�t
been trying to please her and that he had been rude and obnoxious. She wished she could hate him, which all
of the sudden seemed like something she didn�t feel for him anymore.   She didn�t know what emotion came
to play when thinking of Malfoy, but �hate� wasn�t it.


In an act of despair, Hermione banged her head against the table. The entire universe had gone upside-down
in the span of only a few days.
Hermione Granger had gotten laid and had also stopped hating Draco
Malfoy.


She propped her elbows on the table, let her head rest on her hands and
let out a deep tormented sigh.


She had known that her final year was going to be different, but she
definitely hadn�t expected it to be like this.

*


When later that night Draco went back to his room after doing his rounds,
he found Granger retrieving some of her books, which she had left in the common
room. Part of him felt relieved to
see that she was still alive, since he hadn�t seen her all day. Yet part of him dreaded an encounter
with her since this was obviously going to be awkward.


When she noticed his presence, Draco for a moment saw her eyes widen in
dread before she collected herself.


�I... er, I don�t know if you realise this, but we urgently should start
making arrangements for the Yule Ball,� she said. �Does tomorrow suit
you?�


Draco frowned in confusion.
He had expected her to start yelling, cursing, or even crying, not
to start scheduling their duties as Head Students.


�Sure,� he said with a shrug, not really knowing what else to say.


�Okay,� Granger said with a nod.


A moment of uncomfortable
silence passed between them, until Granger didn�t seem to be able to take it
anymore and hurriedly toddled off to her room.


Draco sighed.


Tomorrow was going to be awkward.

**********

End
of Chapter 7

A/N:
This is not me being a bit greedy (okay, maybe it is), but tomorrow I�m crossing
the bridge of 21 (Though I don�t really think it�s a �bridge. Although turning 21 on 21/12 does seems
like it is some sort of cosmic number-thingy) and it just occurred to me how
nice it would be to wake up with a big stack of reviews waiting for me. Hint hint hint!

Thanks
for reviewing: ?, lala,
lilil, Hanna Delacour, Andrea Malofy, Mercika, moi,

Li:
Here�s
the link:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/qo_ficexchange/

Queen
of Serpents:
I suppose she just didn�t expect it to happen again so quickly. The other 3 times had at least a one-day
interval. If she drank the potion
in time, she and Draco would most likely be going their separate ways and never
speak of it again. If she didn�t
get the potion in time, but Draco managed to give her she
sweet-hugsy-cuddly-first-time-sex she had always dreamed of, she most likely
would get a bit of a puppy-love crush on Draco that in the end would never live
up to her expectations. I think she
needed to get snapped out of her little fantasy before she got too caught up
into it. Hm, I honestly didn�t know I had spent this much thought into it.

write_or_wrong:
I know, I�m a total cow for not giving Hermione the first time she deserved.
But, you know, now there�s a �wrong� that has a chance to be �righted�.

Artemis: Hun,
haven�t you noticed a certain pattern in my stories by now? *Grins* (I only
noticed it this week, so don�t feel bad if you didn�t)

Semperputus:
ROFL! Sorry, I just had a visual of
Draco giving this haughty and superior look while he has this enormous, shiny,
red bow tied around his head.

Jay: It was
written on beforehand. I just can�t
bring myself to start posting a story before it�s at least almost
done.

Vixen
Malfoy:
I noticed the reviews. Thanks a lot.
About �Trials of Affliction...�: I think that was about the most
frustrating story to post.
Reviewers were constantly asking what pairing it was, Slashers went �Ew,
is this Het?� and Hetters went �Ew, is this Slash?�. I had sort of assumed that readers would
�get� that it truly was a Draco/Hermione story since I only wrote the fic from
their perspective. Lol, I suppose this is somewhat funny now, but at the time it
was quite frustrating.

Elektra
Malfoy:
Didn�t see the film, but I can imagine it.
I don�t imagine Draco to be a good singer/dancer though. I think his talents are limited to
ballroom dancing. :-)

Betty: And
we�re sticking to the fact that she practically raped him. The request for this fic stated that
rape wasn�t allowed (something I sort of forgot while writing this.
*cough*). But in my point of view
this doesn�t count, since they both sort of feel like they victimised each
other.

NightSiren:
That�s nice. Thank you.

Amber: *Hugs
Amber* Don�t worry, hun. Things
will probably work out in the end.
In my universe, it always does.

Piepiekoh:
I understand what you mean, but I�m still sticking with the way I wrote
her. The way she�s acting is
totally separate from her personality; it�s her body that�s reacting on it�s own
accord. What she�s going through is
not some natural bout of �tingly feelings�, it�s blatant physical agony. Half her brain isn�t functioning anymore
when the potion kicks in. I can
understand why you don�t like her that way, but as you said yourself; it�s not
her, it�s the potion.

Nicky:
yeah well, I tend to let my characters ramble like you�re following a train of
thought. I know it might be
confusing at times, but I don�t think I can write any differently. And in chapter two I sort of wanted to
show her confusion by going back and forth a bit.

Liz:
Hm, stories of the length of my last three took me something of 3 to 4 weeks to
write I think. And it might be a
clich�, but the ideas come out of my head.
Several people have mentioned that I�m sort of making spoofs of existing
topics. I suppose that�s true, not
that it�s intentional. I just
notice certain patterns in fanfiction and think �Hey, wouldn�t it be fun if
someone wrote it from that (another) angle?�. *shrugs* I guess I�m just trying to be
original. :-)

Tamea:
Did I say 13? It�s 11. Sorry, but it�s going to be over on
Christmas day. :-)
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