Traitorous Friend

Hermione waltzed down the corridor, almost skipping for joy. She had received her Head Girl letter just the day before, and she had yet to come down from cloud 9. As she pranced down the walkway, not paying any attention to where she was going, she was awakened from her reveries of who Head Boy would be when she ran into something tall and muscular. Scratch that, not a something, a someone. A very muscular someone, if the jolt she received and the muscles from that brief impact were any indication.

As she collected herself, she heard an annoying voice, a voice that she had secretly loved ever since she slapped its owner in third year. "Watch yourself Mudblood!" she heard Malfoy exclaim.

She looked up, shocked that he would treat her that way. She stood up, brushed herself off, and retorted, "How dare you treat your Head Girl that way ferret!"

"Well Mudblood, I wouldn't be too hasty in name calling either, as you are speaking to Hogwarts newest Head Boy."

Hermione's eyes shot up to meet his, confusion, bewilderment and shock reflecting through her chocolate orbs. As she glared into the silver pools that were his eyes, she saw a hint of satisfaction and amusement skitter through his eyes before he shoved her aside and walked quickly down the corridor, leaving a flabbergasted Hermione still staring at the place Draco Malfoy had previously occupied.

As she stood staring she contemplated the love she held for Malfoy. She really couldn't understand her own infatuation… She guessed it was because he was the bad boy type… Or she liked to pretend that every time he called her "Mudblood," it was really his own way of telling her he loved her. It was of course wishful thinking, but a girl can dream, can't she?

The train hit a bump and Hermione snapped out of it, giving herself a mental shake down. Snap out of it Hermione! Just because he's gorgeous doesn't mean you fawn over him. Wait… he's Head Boy… What do I do?! We'll have to spend lots of time together. I need to get over these ridiculous feelings! I need to do my duty!

Hermione continued to wander aimlessly down the corridor until she heard Ron, Harry and Ginny calling her name from a compartment to her left. She walked into the compartment and was immediately surrounded by cheerful greetings. Ginny and Harry sat to the left of the door, and Ron sat to the right with an over-eager smile on his face as he motioned Hermione to come sit by him. As she sat down warily, Ron attempted to grab her hand. She quickly shifted to fold her arms across her chest.

Ron was so frustrating sometimes! She had had a crush on him before Draco, but it wasn't until after fourth year that Ron expressed any interest in Hermione. By then, she saw him as immature and rather insensitive. All he really cared about was Wizard's Chest, Quidditch and eating. Which she was not okay with. After all, it was hard to like someone who just used you for homework for four years, and probably only wanted to date you because he couldn't get any other girl, and figured she would be easy.

No, she wanted a real man. She wanted someone like Victor Krum—except with feelings. She wanted tall, muscular, and handsome. She wanted—her mind flashed back to the tall, muscular blonde who she would now be spending a lot of time with. Now that she thought about it, he was more buff than she remembered. For the second she had been in contact with his body, it had been almost heavenly. His rock solid body was—wait. She was supposed to be getting over this, not getting more into Malfoy.

She felt Ron's hand creep over and settle on her knee. She almost reached over and slapped him. Instead, she shifted so that her legs were crossed away from him. Instead of Ron taking this as Hermione's disinterest, he took is as permission for him to slowly slither his hand up her thigh.

Hermione looked over to try and get rescued by Ginny, only to see Ginny and Harry asleep on top of each other. Hermione, being the passive aggressive person she was, stood up and excused herself to go change into her school robes. Ron tried to stand up and follow her, but Hermione turned on her heel and said in a quiet but firm voice, "That really isn't necessary Ronald. I'll be back in just a few minutes."

As she hurried out of the compartment, she peaked over her should to make sure Ron wasn't following her, before slowing her pace significantly. Her good humor had been ruined by Ron's relentless attempts to grope her, and she was infuriated that all she could think of was getting away from him. As far as the world knew, they were best friends. Well, Hermione thought, best friends don't use each other just to get good grades. They don't push themselves on you when they are 100% unwanted!

Hermione turned the corner and entered the women's water closet. She pulled her robes out of the shoulder bad she had remembered to grab in her hurry to leave the compartment, and began removing her clothes. Just as she had put her skirt on, she heard a knock on the door. "Occupied," she said in a somewhat annoyed voice. She hated being interrupted while she was in the water closet. The knocking continued, getting progressively louder and more persistent. She pulled her white wife beater over her head quickly, then ran to the door.

"Ronald, what are you doing here?" Hermione shrieked, remembering then that her bra was black and completely visible from beneath the thin fabric of her wife beater.

Ron stared openly at her chest before shoving the door open forcefully. Hermione attempted to scream but was cut off when Ron rammed his lips down on hers. It has a painfully brutal kiss, and Hermione pushed away violently.

"What in bloody hell are you doing Ron?!" Hermione yelled, infuriated by his behavior.

"Getting what I wanted. Harry told me that I had to go after what I wanted in order to get it, and that is what I plan on doing." He reached for her once again, and she tried to push him away again, but to no avail.

She struggled against him violently, but he just gripped her wrists and dragged them above her head. She attempted to knee him in the balls, but he easily avoided it, then stepped on her feet, pulling her body painfully against his. He transferred one hand of hers so he was holding both in one hand above her head, and with his free hand grabbed the bottom of her wife beater and yanked it painfully over her head, tearing the seems as he went. He forced his mouth back to hers and she tried to turn his head, but he painfully grasped her cheek and slammed his lips down on top of hers.

She refused to open her mouth to his probing tongue, and he bit her bottom lip painfully. She yelped in pain and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue unpleasantly into her mouth. She bit down on his tongue, and he extracted it quickly, then released her hands, grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her into the wall. She moaned in pain. He slapped her across the face and said "shut up and cooperate or you will suffer for your resistance."

She continued to struggle against his grasp and he punched her in the stomach. She attempted to double over in pain, but he held her shoulders to the wall. He spun her around and undid her bra, flipping her back around and yanking it from her now shaking arms. Fear filled her eyes. She reached with her hand into her skirt pocket, searching for her wand, only to remember it was still in her jeans pocket, across the room and out of her reach. She struggled once more and was rewarded with another resounding slap across the face leaving her yelping in pain and her cheek stinging. "Are you ready to cooperate now?" Ron asked cruelly. She nodded meekly as a silent sob racked through her body.

Ron reached behind Hermione's back and yanked the zipper of her skirt down, then pulled her skirt and thong down at once. Hermione was shaking all throughout her entire being. She was frightened of this side of Ron she had never seen before. Ron told her to stay still, and she complied eyes closed and trying to find a happy place to go to. He stood across from her staring at her body in quiet satisfaction. He knew she would have a nice body, but looking at her against the wall was making his already hard on pulse in anticipation. He quickly removed his clothes and walked back to her, pressing his body fully against him. Her shaking intensified as she was filled with disgust as well as fear. He kissed her neck and while sliding his rough hands harshly down her body. The grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard.

She could feel his length, which was not very impressive, pressed against her thigh. He finally pulled back from her breathless and red in the face. He stared at her face and finally said "On your knees Hermione." She looked into his eyes, stunned at such a request, even though nothing should have surprised her from the beast that stood before her. She slid to her knees and he told her "blow me."

She looked up and quietly replied, "I don't know how."

He grabbed her by her hair and said "I'll show you, open your mouth." She reluctantly replied and her shoved her face over his length. She gagged and almost threw up. She thought she was going to suffocate. Then he pulled her face back, only to ram in back down and pull it back up in quick succession. "Got it," he said. She nodded mutely and once again repeated the disgusting movement. He leaned his hands against the wall and moaned loudly as she went down on him. He made her continue for several minutes before grabbing her by her hair once more and throwing her to the floor. She bumped her head on the toilet painfully and tears filled her eyes for the first time.

He looked down at her and pushed forcefully through her virginity. She then screamed in pain and he reminded himself to slap her later. He pumped in and out of her roughly, cumming quickly. He leaned back and removed himself from her.

Ron stood and dressed quickly, and right before he left the room he looked at her and said, "I'll expect to see you tonight, or next time you'll have a broken rib to match the handprint on your face." He stalked out, and she leaned over the toilet and threw up until there was nothing left. Then, she dry heaved for several more minutes before falling to the floor and sobbing her eyes out. She cried until there were no more tears and all that was left of Hermione was a cold empty shell that no one would ever want.

Her eyes remained cold and lifeless as she mechanically put her school robes on. She waived her wand to fix her wild hair, then dared a look at herself in the mirror. Indeed, a handprint was visible. She silently whispered a spell to cover the mark, then grabbed her clothing and shoved it into her bag. She exited the door just as the train came to a stop, and scrambled quickly to the Head Boy and Girl carriages. She was so upset that she completely forgot who her counterpart was and was reminded when none other than Draco Malfoy entered the carriage and sat down across from her.

As soon as they were both seated, the carriage took off down the road towards the castle. It was then that Hermione noticed an envelope lying at her feet. She bent to pick it up at the same time as Malfoy. She shivered and shied away, afraid of him, because he was male. It was then that she realized she was once again alone with a boy, and she stared shaking uncontrollably at the thought of what had just happened to her, and as she feared what Malfoy was capable of.

She tried to control the shaking of her voice as she spoke up quietly, "Wh-what d-does the l-letter say M-Malfoy?"

Malfoy stared at her in unbelief. Never had Granger ever shown a weakness when around him before. He almost teased her mercilessly for It, but the glanced up to her face and saw real fear, anger, sadness, bitterness and emptiness in her gaze. It was the fear and the emptiness that made him stop. Instead, he merely broke the seal on the envelope and read:

Dear Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger,

Please report to my office as soon as the feast is over. I have several matters of great importance to discuss with you. I trust you both will be prompt. The password to my office for that time with be "chocolate frog."

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Hermione kept her gaze on the floor, and they rode the rest of the way in silence. They disembarked quietly and went into the castle. Hermione stared in anxiety as Harry and Ginny rushed towards her to find out where she had been, but Hermione skillfully avoided them shouting that she was required to sit with the professors as part of her Head duties, which was true.

The feast passed without occasion, but Hermione wouldn't have noticed if the world had stopped. She would have actually preferred it that way. All she could think of was how much she hated Ron. She wanted revenge, but knew she could never have it. She wished she had never left her house that morning. She wished Harry and Ginny hadn't fallen asleep. She wished so many things. But more than anything, she wished she was still whole.

She felt dirty and used. She felt like no one could ever love her, and that she was forever condemned to be Ron's bitch. Before she could finish her train of thought, the feast was over and she and Malfoy were heading over to Dumbledore's office. Malfoy spoke the password, as Hermione was still apparently mute.

They stepped onto the moving staircase and arrived right on time to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore stared down at them, a pleasant look on his face. As he glanced at Hermione, he could tell something was wrong, but decided to wait to ask her about it. Instead, he began to speak.