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In the land of Gods and Monsters	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione slammed her door shut, pushing against it as if he would somehow break it down. Her heart pounded so loudly it hurt, and she breathed heavily, as if she had run a marathon.
Minutes passed.
Who knew how long she stood there.
But he made no attempt to enter.
Her hands were sore by the time she stood, and it was only then that she realized how badly she was shaking.
She looked down at her hands. And then around her room, not sure what came next.
But in her head, she kept reliving what had happened to her.
She could see his face, and that smile, clear as day. Laughing. He had laughed at her. Laughed at her while shot his cum all over her. Laughed at her while she struggled to get away.
Laughed at her humiliation and pain.
Hermione herself felt like laughing. But not because she found it funny.
If anything it was just a nervous reaction.
Turning, she headed for the bathroom, but another wave of fear washed over her.
She turned and grabbed the first thing she saw—a chair—and propped it beneath the door. At least if he somehow broke the lock, he would have to bust the door down.
She shivered, and then made for the shower. She made it scalding hot, pulling her clothes off. Whatever he had shot on her had long since dried, making it more annoying to clean. But she took her wash cloth and rubbed her skin raw. Every inch of herself was scrubbed clean.
And she washed her hair three times.
When she finally left the shower, she was dizzy and upset and just tired.
No one should have to experience what he did to her, not against their will.
But what could she do? She was afraid to say anything. She didn’t want everyone to panic and freak out. She wanted this new program to work.
But she didn’t want to suffer.
But there was no one she could talk to.
Miserable, Hermione crawled into bed. She lay awake, trying to find a meaningful solution to her problem. But there didn’t seem to be one.
She could make Malfoy stop—which wasn’t even an idea it was more like a dream—or she could tell someone.
She spent the entire night tossing and turning. She didn’t sleep at all, and she looked a mess. While Malfoy looked immaculate. Of course he would.
He probably did stuff like that all the time, and didn’t think twice.
Hermione was afraid.
But she didn’t want to be a victim. She had to at least try.
So she approached the nurse at the school.
Over and over she rehearsed how she would present her problem. She wanted to say Malfoy is molesting me. I am afraid he will rape me. Can I have a room change?
But Hermione wanted to avoid panic. Or making a big deal. She just wanted to be away from him. Far away from him. And since she couldn’t transfer schools or live in Siberia, she would just try to move to another room.
Today’s nurse, unfortunately, was a substitute. Madame Pomfrey was not feeling well, and Hermione did not recognize who this man was. He looked like one of the many new faculty brought in to replace teachers who had unfortunately..died.
Hermione would have preferred talking to a woman. She shifted uncomfortably.
‘Um, exscuse me—‘
‘Yes, what is it?’ He said in a bored, irritated voice.
Hermione shifted, feeling all the more uncomfortable.
‘Um, well—‘
The professor snapped his fingers at her, and so she blurted it all out: ‘The person in the room next to me masturbated on me last night and I said no.’
She paused. ‘I want a change of rooms.’
The professor looked at her for a moment, and shook his head, ‘Girls these days,’ he said under his breath, and she felt her cheeks flush bright red, ‘Listen, I’m sorry but most of the castle is being remodeled. We can’t put you in a different room. If it’s something you don’t like…’ he looked her up and down, ‘…try to think about how you are acting. Maybe reconsider what you are wearing. Kids these days are so shameless. '
Her jaw dropped. Did he just...?
Seeing this, he quickly amended himself, 'Not that you are, of course.' But his tone clearly said, you are absolutely shameless. This is your fault.' But maybe you might have done something to provoke him. If it is that big of a deal, then tell the head mistress, but there is nothing I can do.’
Hermione felt her shoulders sag, and it was awful, because she felt humiliated all over again. As she left, she began to think her actions over again. From the beginning. And she hated herself.
Because he was right. She shouldn't have gone in his room. What did she expect? From Draco Malfoy no less?
And then she began to panic.
Oh god oh god oh god.
Her heart was pounding again and she looked around nervously but no one seemed to notice how anxious she was. In fact, they all smiled.
It made her feel worse, because she had never before felt so cut off from everyone. If things were bad before, what would happen next?
Now what was she going to do?
There was no place for her to go, and short of raising the alarm and getting her parents involved, she was stuck. She didn't want it to go there. She didn't want to leave school, because her parents would pull her out, regardless of what she wanted.
Why?
Why was this happening to her?
And for a moment something dark and bitter emerged from inside.
Was she cursed? To be ignored and abused? Did god hate her that much that he had to make these things happen to her? Why? Why?
Hermione clenched her hands into fists, and as hard as she tried to keep them in, she felt tears begin to blur her vision.
She felt helpless.
And afraid.
But most of all, she felt alone.
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Thank you so much for your continued support.
Some have said this story makes thim uncomfortable it is so dark. Then I am doing my job. I would greatly appreciate reviews-Valkyrie
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