This is my first fic, so please tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All these characters and place belong to JK Rowling!
Chapter 1
"Until next time, beautiful," he said before spitting on her face and disappearing back out to the castle grounds.
For a moment Hermione just lay there, unsure of what to do. Taking a deep breath, she decided to take the logical steps and assess the damage. She hurt. Her arms, neck, and face already had that stinging ache that promised colorful bruises would be apparent to anyone who saw her soon. Looking down, she saw the buttons were all gone from her white school shirt, revealing the slightly bloody lilac bra she was wearing. Taking a deep breath, she looked lower. There was a slight smearing of blood between her legs, and her inner thighs ached from knees pushing her open. Her underwear was torn and useless, so she grabbed them an shoved them in her pocket. The blood loss and overall injuries didn't seem too severe.
She buried her face in her hands and swallowed a sob, think she told herself, what do I do know? Where do I go? Who do I tell? Do I tell? Suddenly she sat straight up waves of fear crashing over her, what if I get pregnant? With that thought she knew she needed to do something. She grabbed her robes a few feet away from her and wrapped them around herself. Fumbling for a few seconds, she found her wand nearby. Muttering under her breath, she charmed her face to appear unharmed, took a few more calming breaths and headed towards the hospital wing.
Looking up at the clock outside the door, she saw that it was 3:00 AM. Good. No one should be here other than Madam Pomfrey. She pushed open the door, blinking in the bright lights.
"Hello? M-madam Pomfrey?" she called quietly.
There was no reply. She stepped a little further into the room, and saw a small sign that read For late night health needs, please ring bell. Looking next to it, hovering in the air, was a small silver bell. Taking it she timidly rang it, hearing nothing. Feeling the pain from walking grow stronger, she sat down in a chair putting her face in her hands, convincing herself not to cry. Later, she chided herself, you can cry later. Don't give yourself away. She stayed this way for a few more minutes before she heard something that was the last thing she expected in this moment.
"There better be something life threatening to have awoken me at this hour, Miss Granger," growled a contemptuous voice Hermione immediately recognized as belonging to Professor Snape.
Her head shot up–leading her to grab her neck in pain–as she stammered, "W-where's Madam P-Pomfrey?"
"She's clearly not here, girl, urgent business at St. Mungo's. I'm here as here temporary replacement." Snape sneered. "Now tell me what is the meaning of this late night 'emergency,'" he mocked softly.
"I-I..."
"Spit it out, Miss Granger!" Snape said impatiently.
"I need some potions."
"And they would be...?"
"Blood replenishing...bruise healing...general pain management..." Her voice faded off, unable to ask for what she needed most.
"Ah ha. Been dueling, have we Miss Granger? Breaking more school rules? Where's your opponent? How many points should we take from Gryffindor today?" He said, his eyes sparkling malevolently.
She didn't answer.
"Well let's see the damage," he said and pointed his wand at Hermione. Before she could register what he was about to do, he said "Revealo," and suddenly she could tell he could see the scrapes, bruises, bite marks, and even hickey that were forming on her face and neck.
Snape's face froze mid sneer, "Miss Granger," he said in a voice that lost all hints of mocking.
"I really should just wait for Madame Pomfrey," Said Hermione, standing up and heading for the door, "I'm sorry for bothering you, Sir."
"Sit. Down." The severity and lack of cruelty in Snape's voice frightened her into freezing.
Snape flicked his wand at her, and before she could do anything her long, concealing robes vanished to reveal the remnants of her school uniform. Gasping, she clutched her shirt together, trying to salvage any modesty she had left.
Shaking slightly, Hermione felt a tear slip down her cheek. Struggling to control herself, she said as confidently as she could, "I'd also like a contraception potion, sir."
Snape said nothing, his eyes seemingly fixed on the small trail of blood that had dribbled beneath her skirt since arriving at the hospital wing.
"Miss Granger..." He said, seemingly lost for words.
Suddenly he snapped out of it. "On the bed. He ordered, not meeting her eye and turning to the supply closet, rummaging through the bottles inside. He emerged with multiple vials of potions.
"Calming draft," he muttered handing the first to her.
Hermione flushed, embarrassed by her shaking body and obvious lack of control over her emotions. She swallowed it whole and felt a stillness come over her, not completely relaxing her but certainly taking the edge off.
"And the blood, bruising, pain, and...contraception one's as well," he said slowly, putting them down one by one on the table.
Hermione grabbed the contraception one and gulped it down as fast as she could, catching every last drop. She then slowly took all the others as well. Her skin tingled and she felt marginally better than she did a few minutes before.
"Miss Granger, are there any more...severe wounds that need immediate attention?" He asked using a soft voice he'd hardly ever used before.
She didn't meet his eye, opened her mouth, but closed it before saying anything. Snape turned towards the cabinet again, and pulled out a shimmering green salve and handing it to her.
"Apply this to the more severe wounds after washing. Perhaps a shower is in order. But first..." he waved his wand and Hermione felt a strange tingling sensation and saw several empty nearby bottles suddenly fill with swabs and a pile of notes appear beside them. "Evidence," he explained simply, still not meeting her eye.
Hermione said nothing but took the cream and headed towards the hospital wing's bathroom. Once in, she leaned against the door and felt the tears start to fall. She turned on the shower to as hot as she could bear and stepped in. Once the water hit her skin, she began to sob in earnest. Deep wails tore from her chest that she simply couldn't contain any longer. She felt his skin, smelled his breath, and heard his animalistic grunts. Her body felt marred, clawed at like a piece of meat. So she scrubbed. She scrubbed until she the logical part of her brain kicked in and said she was as clean as she'd ever be. She turned off the shower, and applied the salve to needed areas. It burned, but after a few seconds left her feeling cool and healed. After dressing in pajamas that had appeared outside the shower, she stepped back into the main area.
Snape was pacing around the room, his hair disheveled as though he'd been running his fingers through it over and over. He turned and looked at her with an expression she didn't think she'd ever see cross his face: pity. Suddenly she was aware of how thin the bathroom walls were, and was embarrassed upon realizing that he must have heard her crying. She went back to her bed and sat down.
"Miss Granger, I...I need to know what happened who...who did this. If you are uncomfortable, I could summon Professor McGonagall," He said quietly, almost gently.
"No, I-don't get her, too. I don't need-I mean, I'm okay. It's just, I think..." She steadied herself, wishing for another vial of calming draft despite the fact that the first dose was still fully effective for a few more hours.
She took a deep breath and looked Snape straight in the eye, "Lucius Malfoy."
So what do you guys think? I want to continue this, but I'd like some tips/advice first. This is my first time ever publishing, so anything is welcome as long as it's not too mean! Thanks for reading!
-lightcloak