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Chapter 8
In the prefects bath, Malfoy wasted no time stripping Hermione naked and at his command she lay down on the towel he had placed on the floor. She wished she could fight him as she had in her dream. But seeing Seamus had reinforced her decision. She felt numb and guilty. If she had only believed Malfoy the first time Seamus would still have his father.
Malfoy knelt over her and groped her body. His rough touch hurt and made tears form in her eyes but she said nothing. Holding back her tears she quietly submitted to Malfoy's nasty hands. His touch grew more gentle, something that hadn't happened before. He stroked her body. He sucked and nibbled her nipples and even kissed her throat and collarbone. It felt strange. She didn't think she liked this any better than Malfoy's rougher treatments. It made her feel more guilty somehow, like she was getting pleasure from this. Like it wasn't a horrible assault on her body and soul.
Malfoy kissed the skin of her belly and moved lower. She gasped in shock as she felt his lips and tongue in that most sensitive place between her legs. Besides feeling completely new to her, there was something else. A feeling that she had never experienced before. Was it pleasure? She didn't like it. Didn't like feeling this. It wasn't right. She shouldn't be feeling this with Malfoy. It would almost have been better if he had thrown her down and raped her, she thought. At least she wouldn't feel this way. Was it guilt? She wondered.
With a sharp thrust, Malfoy was inside her. It didn't hurt much this time but it was just as horrible to her shocked mind. She wondered what this would be like with someone she loved - someone she had made a her own choice with. Would she ever know? Would she ever be able to live a normal life after this? It was hard to imagine.
Malfoy was groaning and grunting on top of her, his eyes open, staring fixedly into her face. They were soulless eyes, she saw. She knew that he wanted to watch her pain and humiliation. He wanted to see the torment he was causing her. She wondered if this sadistic pleasure was even greater for him than the sexual release.
Hermione looked at the ceiling so she didn't have to see those eyes. She found herself in her usual position of trying to ignore what was happening to her and waiting for it to be over.
With a tremendous bang the door to the prefects bath sprang open and two figures exploded into the room. With horror, Hermione realized that it was Ron and Harry. Malfoy was seized roughly by the hair and pulled off her. She scrambled for her robes. A struggle ensued between the three boys. Hermione shrank back against the wall, trying to cover herself with the tangle of cloth that was her school robes.
"You bastard!" Ron's voice called out and she heard sounds like someone being struck. She saw that Malfoy was on the tile floor, Ron standing over him, fists at the ready. Harry was standing behind him, holding his elbow to prevent him from striking the Slytherin boy.
"Weasley, you'll pay for that!" Malfoy was holding his nose and bright red blood shone against the pale skin of his face and hand.
"What do you mean I'll pay for that? You were raping Hermione. You'll be the one who pays. If you live to, that is." Ron yanked his elbow from Harry's grasp and landed a strong blow to the Slytherin boy's face. Malfoy fell back on the tiles and groaned in pain, hands covering his face. Ron kicked him hard in the stomach and the Slytherin boy curled up, moaning.
Harry pulled Ron back, yelling, "That's enough!"
"You... you..." Malfoy was trying to catch his breath, obviously in pain - a fact for which Hermione was silently glad. "You are such a fool, Weasley."
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, stepping in front of Ron who looked about ready to kill.
Malfoy reached out for his school robes which lay in a crumpled pile nearby. Snatching them up, Harry searched through the cloth until he found Malfoy's wand. Then he cast the bundle of robes at Malfoy's naked body.
Malfoy pulled the robes on over his head and, gasping a little in pain, pushed himself to his feet, leaning heavily against the wall, clutching his stomach in one hand, his nose and lip bloody. "You are such a stupid git, Weasley. I'm not raping your little Mudblood tramp. She's been fucking me all week!"
Oh my God, Hermione thought. What is he saying? Could this be the end, finally? Her relief washed over her but was immediately replaced by fear for her parents. What would Malfoy do now that it was out?
"Liar!" Ron yelled and Harry had to hold him back again. "You are such a liar. She wouldn't touch you with a ten foot wand!"
Malfoy laughed a bit and shook his head. "Oh, I'm lying am I? Just ask your little tramp then. Granger, was I raping you? Have I forced you to do anything?" He looked at her. His eyes were cold and warning. She knew what he was up to. The game was not yet over. She knew what her answer must be. Her shocked mind barely comprehended this horror. Ron and Harry were looking at her with expressions of disbelief. She looked from them to Malfoy and back again. Her throat seemed to close and she couldn't speak.
"What's wrong, Granger? Can't own up to your own actions in front of your boyfriend? I know you don't want to hurt him. Or his family. I know you don't want to hurt anybody," his voice said these words slowly and with murderous emphasis. Hermione read his intent loud and clear. If she didn't say what he expected he'd take it out on her parents and possibly even Ron's parents.
It took a great effort - greater than anything she'd ever done before. She stood up, clasping her disheveled robes tightly to her chest to cover her naked body. She could barely get the words out. They finally emerged as a cross between a squeak and a whisper, but even so they seemed to reverberate loudly through the tiled room. "He... He... Malfoy didn't rape me, Ron."
Ron's face changed from disbelief to revulsion. He looked at her with such an expression she felt her soul was being torn from her body. "But... But..." Ron stammered.
Harry stepped forward. "Hermione, I can't believe this. Don't be afraid to tell the truth. Tell us, please."
Hermione turned her eyes to the floor and sighed. She was so tired. She could hardly look at Harry - wouldn't meet his eyes. She couldn't look at Ron at all. The expression in his eyes had been so painful. She cleared her throat and her voice grew firmer. She was surprised to hear her words, coming out calmly and clearly. "It is the truth. Malfoy didn't rape me."
Ron gave a strangled cry that Hermione had never heard the like of before and raced from the room. Malfoy, still holding his stomach and leaning against the wall, started to laugh. That horrible laugh that beat against her brain.
Harry looked shocked and embarrassed. "Well... I'll leave you then." He turned to go but turned back suddenly. "Hermione, I don't know what's going on with you—" She could see confusion in his eyes. "Malfoy? Why Malfoy? You have to know that you couldn't hurt Ron any more if you'd stabbed him through the heart."
Hermione didn't know what to say. There was nothing more for it. Harry shook his head, looking at her closely. "We've been friends a long time, Hermione. I wish this hadn't happened. I wish..." With that Harry dropped Draco's wand on the floor. It clattered hollowly against the tile floor. The dark haired boy, her one time best friend, turned and left, closing the door behind him with a hollow click.
Hermione was alone with Malfoy once again. She didn't care anymore, she sank down to the floor and cried. It was the first time she'd cried in front of Malfoy. She rocked herself, tears running down her face, her chest heaving like she couldn't get enough air. She sobbed so loud that Malfoy hurriedly stumbled over to his wand and cast a silencing spell. Malfoy didn't approach her. Didn't move to touch her. He just watched quietly, easing himself down to the floor to sit leaning against the wall, a strange expression on his face.
Her tears finally slowed and stopped and Hermione was able to stand up and pull her robes on properly. Draco said nothing as she left the bathroom without looking back.
She couldn't bring herself to go back to Gryffindor yet. She might see Harry and Ron and she wasn't ready for that. Hermione went to the library, to that one place where she had felt so comfortable and safe. The library was dark but she knew her way through the dark shelves and tables. She quietly found her favorite table - the one by the charms section - and sat down in her usual chair. She sat numbly in the quiet and the dark, her brain refusing to process the disturbing events of the evening.
She didn't know how long she sat there. A noise drew her attention and a black-cloaked figure entered the library in the darkness. She watched dully as whoever it was roved the stacks. It was Snape, she saw. She didn't care. The possibility of hiding never entered her mind. He could give her detention. He could take points off. It didn't matter. The figure emerged from the stacks behind her, a book clutched in his hand. His face registered a moment of shock at seeing someone in the darkness. Then it resolved itself into his usual stern sneer.
"Well, well. If it isn't Miss Granger out of bed again. I warned you not to play on my sympathies. You have detention and I'm taking 50 points from your house."
She looked up at him dully, saying nothing. It didn't matter.
"Miss Granger, I'm not going to have to take you to the infirmary again am I?"
She shook her head slightly, staring straight ahead.
"Well then, get back to your dormitory!" His voice was oddly loud in the dark and silent library.
Hermione didn't move.
Snape's voice grew incredulous. "That's another ten points. I suggest you move, Miss Granger, before you succeed in losing any chance of the House Cup for Gryffindor."
Hermione looked up calmly at his severe expression. She wasn't frightened or nervous. She didn't care one fig about winning the House Cup or losing points for Gryffindor. She just wanted to sit here and be alone. Why couldn't everyone just leave her alone? Was she destined to be everybody's pawn? Did she not have one iota of control over her life? She remained sitting silently, her glazed expression telling Snape what he could do with his House Cup. Telling him that this one time she was not afraid of him.
Snape sat down across the table from her, sighing loudly and nasally in exasperation. He was quiet for a few moments and she felt his eyes studying her. She didn't look at him but stared ahead into the dark library stacks, longing for some inner peace.
The quiet was finally getting to Snape. His stern voice was back. "Miss Granger, your performance in classes has been atrocious of late and I have twice found you wandering the school at night. This cannot continue. Your other teachers have indicated that mine is not the only class you are doing poorly in. You are normally an excellent pupil." Hermione looked at him in surprise. She knew that she was top in cher class, of course, but to hear Snape say it was something she'd never expected.
The dark haired man cleared his throat and his voice softened a little. "I hate to say this... I really hate to say this... but if I can assist you in some manner with whatever..." His voice trailed off like it was painful for him to say the words. "Uh, whatever... teenage problem... you are experiencing, then you may," his expression now looked extremely pained, "use me as a sounding board."
Hermione's brain dully processed this incredible offer from her potions teacher. She'd never have imagined he would actually want to help her. Hermione stood up. "Nobody can help me." She walked out of the dark library leaving Snape looking after her, a confused expression on his face.
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