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The Secret of the Dragon	By : GrangerDanger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione so wished that she could take the day off, or, at the very least, take the time for a hot bath this morning. She felt dirty, though she could not quite understand why. Truth be told, she probably would take the time to do so, if not for needing to meet with McGonagall to discuss her new assigned area. Now that she knew how to correct the more complex problems of the castle reparation, her job would go much more quickly and smoothly; however, it was time for Head Girl duties to begin, which meant she would have to start spending a significant amount of time with Malfoy. She groaned inwardly at the thought, as she downed the liquid sitting on the table and hobbled to her room to change clothes and tidy up a bit.

She quickly made her way for the door, and, as an afterthought, grabbed one of the pastries to eat on her way through the corridors. Malfoy leaving the small potion wouldn't have caused her any major discomfort, but the accompanyment of the pastries crossed the line. Nice gestures were not something Malfoy did -- ever. She was sure that he was up to something, and she intended to discover what his game was.

When she finally arrived at McGonagall's office, Hermione felt a sense of relief at not being alone in the corridors. She was often on edge, ever since the war, but today her nerves were exceptional.

"Headmistress, I have completed my section of the castle and am here for the assignment of the next."

"Miss Granger.", McGonagall politely greeted, "I will need the notes you kept from your repairs. Are they complete?"

"Yes, Headmistress", Hermione replied, producing the notes from her robes.

"Very good. You need simply move to the corridor to your right and begin work, and continue to move in that direction until repairs are finished. Remember to bring me your notes on occasion so that I am up to date. Mr. Malfoy has also finished his section, and will be moving in the same direction."

Hermione could not quite put her finger on it, but something was off about McGonagall, and, being the nosy witch she was, she felt compelled to ask.

"Forgive me, but you don't seem yourself today. Is something wrong?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest, Miss Granger, it seems as though Professor Leefick has vanished."

"Vanished?". Hermione repeated confused. "How is that possible?"

"We aren't sure. I have issued a search of the castle, but so far, there has not been any information as to his whereabouts. It is possible that he simply left without notifying me, but such behavior isn't normal, nor does it go unpunished. And, of course, there are very few comings and goings that I am unaware of. Things being as they are, I will have to teach his classes until he returns or until we find a replacement for him. Good luck with your repairs, Miss Granger."

Taking the hint, Hermione made her way to her new section. She was secretly grateful that the professor would not be assisting her today, though his disappearance left her even more perplexed about her dream than before. It seemed like too much of a coincidence.

It just doesn't make sense. I got drunk, yes, but was it possible that I had such a long and vivid dream?

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Hermione. She kicked herself for not thinking of it before, but she supposed her mind was quite muddled and she had been rushed this morning.

The date. What is the bloody date?

Hermione conjured a small calendar, charmed to reveal the correct date, and nearly fainted. A day was missing, except it wasn't. She remembered events from that day. Events that she had assumed were a dream. Albeit, a very vivid dream.

It was all real..."It was all real", she wheezed quietly.

She attempted to gather herself, sitting on the cold stone and leaning against the wall. Hermione began taking deep and slow breaths --something she had learned to do when her frantic emotions got out of hand.

What did he do to me?, she thought as her eyes began to sting, a tear slipping down her cheek. Did he think that he could simply defile me and slip into the shadows?

Hermione thought briefly of going to McGonagall, but felt so ashamed. Ashamed of what may have happened, and ashamed of humoring the professor by going to his office for a drink. She knew that whatever happened wasn't her fault, but others would make assumptions and gossip. Such hate was more than she could bear at this point in her life. Even if she did go to McGonagall, what was there to do? She'd already said that she couldn't find him. Hermione decided to wait. If he did return, she would make sure that she got her revenge. She was tired...tired of being disrespected...tired of being pitied...tired of everything.

After what seemed like hours, Hermione finally felt well enough to stand and dust herself off. She began working on the castle, attempting to take her mind off of last night. Not knowing was the worst part. She just wanted to know what had happened, so that she may eventually come to terms with the...event. While working, her mind was still wondering, and her emotions spiralled all around her. She had the fleeting thought that she would know if he had raped her --that she would be able to feel it or see it --but she quickly dismissed it. Bloody hell, they were wizards. There would be no traces, she knew.

Finally, after much hard work, it was time for dinner. Hermione finished up her last repair of the evening, almost finished with her newest section of the castle. Upon entering the Great Hall, Hermione saw a tinge of red hair among the Gryffindors and felt a subtle pull at her heart. She made her way to Ginny and tried her best to seem content.

"Hey Gin", she said, giving a weak smile

"Oh, hey! Where have you been lately? I was starting to get worried. Are you okay?"

"I've just been busy. Plenty of work to be done, you know?"

"Sure you're okay?"

"Yea, just tired.", Hermione offered, and Ginny let it drop at that.

They ate dinner in silence and Hermione excused herself, feigning exhaustion, after assuring Ginny that they would spend time together soon. Well, she was exhausted, but she honestly just wanted to be alone. She needed some time with her thoughts or maybe she needed time away from her thoughts. She wasn't sure, but she knew that Ginny would only question her wellbeing for the rest of the night, and that would only further Hermione's suffering. Despite Ginny being a great friend, and quite understanding and supportive, Hermione knew that the red-head would take the issue straight to McGonagall and soon all of Hogwarts would know. Hell, Hermione didn't even know what had happened.

But you can guess, whispered a voice in her head.

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Draco had watched the scene unfold in front of him until the mudblood passed out. This evening had proved more interesting than he had previously expected. He'd seen far worse cases of the crime. Bloody hell, at least she wasn't awake --at least it was only one man. He'd witnessed young women, even his underage classmates, screaming as multiple death-eaters took their turns, some standing and watching, getting themselves off. If you asked Draco, he'd say the dark wizards preferred it that way. They liked the rush -- the power. Voldemort had encouraged the chaos. It was as though it fueled him.

Draco never took part in those activities, and they were never demanded of him. He found them distasteful and humiliating. He often felt sorry for the women and girls, even the mudbloods, who obviously never thought they would be in that position. While his heart may have been cold, the whole idea of rape left a rather bitter taste in his mouth. He couldn't understand how a man could get hard from a womans screams of terror or her attempts of escape.

But Hermione wasn't screaming or fighting -- she was blissfully unaware of what was happening, which would have been a blessing for all of the women Draco remembered. However, in the morning, he knew that she would wake up outside of their suite and peace together what had happened. That is -- if she woke up.

He decided that he couldn't let that happen. He felt no emotional ties to the mudblood, nor did he feel a dire need to help her. What he did feel was anger -- The war was over and more than enough rape and muder had occured for his lifetime. He'd lost his young years witnessing it.

By the time Draco had made his decision, the professor had lain the young witch face-down across his desk, naked from the waist down, and was in the process of dropping his trousers.

The professor was so distracted with the sight in front of him that he didn't realize when Draco entered the room, and Draco attacked.
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