AN: Same warnings. I don't own things etc. Here you go, the sequel.
Hermione spent the next two days acting natural. She studied in the library with Ginny, attended all classes, came down to every meal and in all her normalcy she had yet to see Draco Malfoy. Much to her pleasure, it was a sick kind of happiness flooding her mind. Perhaps he was just as afraid of her as she of him, she had mused. Fear entered her mind as she patrolled the corridors at night, increasing at every sharp corner and ajar classroom door.
Although the fear hadn't subsided she had yet to see a trace of white blond hair. Every second of her time occupied by memories of what had transpired. Forced against a wall, barely out of sight of other students walking freely only feet away. Being dumped on the floor like trash after being forcefully used. Malfoy dropped her wand in front of her, smirking down at her. He dared her to curse him as he adjusted his clothing and went on his way. It took all day for her to return to her feet after that, sore and drained. Hidden from passing foot steps, unnoticed. Her scar burned, reveling in her fear. Proud of what it could do. Proud of its control. She only had herself in this, there was no telling and furthering the pain. She had to stay quiet, remain untouched and put the dark memory in a locked compartment of her mind. There was no suffering only fear of repeat.
Malfoy's return to the Great Hall for breakfast made Hermione choke on her bite of toast. He strode in and quickly sat next to Blaise as Ginny rubbed Hermione's back, oblivious to the cause of her distress. Malfoy's last words to her ran through her mind, "Remember our agreement next time, mudblood,or it might just get worse." The malicious glint in his eyes were gone and he returned to staring vacantly into space as Blaise pushed food at him. He had come back to being a zombie. Hermione was able to watch him all of breakfast as he hadn't dared to look her way. His food untouched, his friends ignored.
A letter from Ron arrived that morning. He talked so happily about aurour training and how much he missed her. If only he knew. Ron constantly plagued her mind. She knew it was foolish, there was no way he could detect if she was a virgin or not. Hymens aren't real, cherries don't pop. But what if he could? What was she supposed to say? And how? In a letter, over the floo? There was no telling. She understood that.
Time rolled around to do her patrol of the corridors. she held her wand out, the tip blindly bright. She found herself wandering back to the bathroom where she had found Malfoy. Unable to stop herself she entered the exact stall. It was there that she cried for the first time in three days. Allowing herself to feel the pain and humiliation he had caused; all thanks to the four walls around her. She lost track of time, sitting there. Lost in the silence broken only by an occasional sob. She may as well have been Moaning Myrtle, crying in a bathroom.
"Granger?" Blaise's voice rang out, piercing the silence, "I know you're in here."
Hermione cleared her throat and rubbed at her face before exiting the stall. She had to crane her neck to look into the tall boy's eyes. She looked almost childlike with shiny eyes and damp cheeks, without even attempting to return to her usual poise. She was weak and vulnerable, in a place she should never be.
"You told him," she croaked out, voice cracking on the lump in her throat, staring up at the boy who had betrayed her.
"He guessed that you had told me," Zabini confessed, "I couldn't lie. He looked so broken when your name left his lips."
She took this moment to attack the boy. Crying out as she pounded at him, knocking him to the ground. How dare he do this to her! Zabini went with the change of events in confusion, allowing the girl to hit him. It didn't hurt much anyways, she was weak, her fists soft. He waited until she finally slid off him crumpling on the tiled floor.
"I hate you," she whispered.
"What did he do?" he finally asked after her breathing evened.
"He stopped me on my way to class. Pulled me behind a tapestry. Forced me against a wall."
Blaise sighed, knowing where this tale was going, "You should report it, Granger. That's all you can do."
"But he'll tell people about the scar!"
"Then remove it. No one would believe it was ever there."
"I can't. "
"Maybe he should tell people then. Clearly it holds some sick sentimental value to you. It's not just him that needs a trip to St Mungos. Maybe I'll just report it for you."
Hoping that would be her last encounter with menacing Slytherins with fierce threats for the night, she made her way back to the common room. The hope was short-lived. From the shadows, Malfoy emerged watching Zabini and Granger part ways. He seethed and fought back a growl. They had been plotting against him, he just knew it. He selected her as the easiest target, after his last victory she stood no chance. He was quiet as he followed her, waiting for her to fall off guard. She lowered her wand for only a second, to have her arms grabbed from behind. Her head was bashed into an irate portrait. Darkness was all that followed.
"Granger," a voice crooned, "Time to get up."
Hermione squinted at her surroundings, eyes cracking open into a squint. An empty classroom, a roaring fire and cobwebs. No desks, no chairs, just her on the floor. A dark figure stood in the corner, his light hair reflecting the orange tones cast about the room by the fire.
"Malfoy," she tried to stand, to no avail, her body bound.
"I don't think you're going anywhere," he moved towards her, pointing her own wand at her, "Now, what was it you and Blaise were talking about, sharing my secrets again?"
She blinked up at him, confused, "He found me. I didn't say anything."
"I don't think I believe you," he chuckled.
Wordlessly, he used her wand against her, cutting at her stomach through her sweater with an unknown spell. She cried out only able to watch as he carved into her skin. The edges burned and seared immediately like he was using fire to break her skin, when blood finally leaked out of the wound it was a relief against the burn. Too much was spilling out and it made her woozy. It was shocking how effective breaking skin could be.
"How many times do you think I would carve mudblood into your body?" he smirked, "You could have more scars to hide."
"Please stop, Draco, please, just let me go," she whimpered, trying in vain to move her hands to stop the steady flow of blood.
"What were you doing in the bathroom with him?" Draco yelled, "Did you plot against me while you fucked on the toilet floor like the filth you are?! Are you trying to get me locked up, mudblood? So that you can run off with him?"
She cried out as he cut her again, babbling incoherently in response to his insane theories he spat. He accused her of being a whore, tempting everyone around her with impurity. He shouted so loud she didn't understand how no one could hear him, letting his loathing for himself melt into his hate for her. Her only relief from the pain was fear created from Malfoy turning his wand on himself, slashing through his clothing and cutting deep into his own flesh. He could only take a few cuts before the pain consumed him and he sunk to the floor beside his victim.
"I could have loved you," he whispered, his voice breaking the silence, "If you hadn't given yourself to Zabini. This is your fault."
Hermione groaned, unable to move. The pain subsided as the minutes passed, she was able to think again. She processed his words. As she made sense of them he began to laugh. There was no way she could allow him to do this to her again, when she got out of this- and yes she will get out of this, she thought- it was going to end here.
He took control of his senses once more desperate not to lose himself. A small chuckle left his lips as he straddled the girl, pleased by his control. She was his once again, under his control.
He muttered the counter spell, allowing her to move again and tossed her wand at her,"You a free, mudblood, fight how you want."
He smirked as she remained frozen to the ground, the fear pulsing in her veins was audible to him. Encouraging him. He reclaimed what was his, plunging into her, taking her body again until he was set free. He took a few moments to look down at the girl beneath him, she hadn't broken eye contact no matter how hard he had thrust into her dry center. This he admired, her gryffindor bravery demolished under his touch.
He left her there, unable to move she waited for someone to find her in her state of undress, a bloody mess.
Hermione didn't know who found her, or when only that she was found. The memories of the attack taken from her mind without her consent, an attacker doing such horrible things could not be left running around the school of course, the teachers had reasoned. She could do let more than watch as the memories were pulled from her mind in silvery strands. Upon the discovery of the identities attacker havoc was reaped. The infirmary turned to chaos, before her eyes. She did not know what happened next and refused to hear anything, slipping back into the darkness of unconsciousness with the aid of dreamless sleep.