Hey, guys. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I hope you all are enjoying the story so far. I love reading all of your guesses of what's going to happen and must say a few of you have come close, though I won't mention who (evil face).

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in the story. They all belong to J.K. and I am making no profit. This story is purely for my own enjoyment, and yours too of course.

Anyways, on to the next chapter. This is what's going on in Hermione's mind after the rape. Enjoy?


Chapter 2: The Aftermath-Hermione's Side

Hermione sobbed for what seemed like a lifetime. She lay there, broken and naked and shed her tears until the fire in the hearth dimmed and eventually burned out. She cried until the golden rays of the sun disappeared, only to be replaced by the silvery moonlight. She cried until she felt there were no more tears left to shed and then she sobbed some more.

Only when the clock began to chime, signaling the 10 o'clock hour, did Hermione wake from her stupor. Only then did she take the time to really contemplate the days events and once she did that, once she let herself relive the experience and thoroughly grasp the situation, her utter sorrow and pain were replaced by a fury she'd never known herself capable of feeling.

That bastard. That complete and utter bastard. She'd known he was a foul little prick, but she'd never believed him capable of such a cruel and despicable act. But, then again, he was Lucius Malfoy's son. She guessed the apple didn't fall far from the tree after all.

Hermione shuddered, feeling-for the first time since she'd entered Hogwarts-as dirty as her pureblooded peers believed her to be. She sat up, stretching her legs and groaning as she felts so tender in several areas-mainly the back of her head and the area between her legs. She looked herself over; legs, arms but couldn't bear to inspect her more private areas.

In the darkness of the head's common room, the shadows that played across her skin looked more like scum rather than shades. She rubbed at her legs but it was still there, just as it was all over her body.

Hermione scratched and picked furiously, digging into her skin and trailing blood all over her body. Dirty. She was so dirty. Gods, why won't it come off? The grime, the dirt, the scum...it was everywhere. It shrouded her body: her teeth, her toes, her messy hair and face. Everything. She wanted to tear her skin off but knew it wouldn't help because her insides felt just as filthy.

She didn't know what to do.

Hermione got to her feet, still scratching, and made for her wand which she'd spotted poking out from underneath one of the armchairs surrounding the fireplace. She darted up the steps and into the bathroom as quickly as her aching body would allow, slamming and locking the door behind her.

She scourgified herself three times over and sank into a scalding bubble bath, letting herself slide beneath the surface of the water and remaining there until her lungs felt on the verge of bursting. When she resurfaced, gasping and spluttering, she looked down at the water which was now turning pink from the dirty blood she was shedding.

She couldn't have that though and made to get out of the tub, slipping in her haste and falling to the tiled floor on her hands and knees. She growled in frustration and slammed her fists down to the wet floor, before she reached for the sink counter and pulled herself up.

Looking into the mirror was what sent her over the edge. The person staring back at her wasn't the same one she'd seen after her shower this morning. She wasn't the same Hermione that had been smiling brightly at the prospect of having Potions first thing in the morning.

No. This person was different. This person wasn't Hermione, but a poly-juice potion replica gone terribly wrong. This person's hair hung limp and wet, dripping pink water over her breasts and stomach. Her face and body were marred by scratches and a nasty bruise had formed over a good portion of the right side of her face. Malfoy had caught her perfectly over the cheek and eye.

And Merlin, her eyes...they were so hollow, devoid of any warmth and contentment. They now held only anger, disgust and loathing.

Hermione lost it, then. She let out a loud, gut-wrenching sob, grabbing the first object in her line of vision and flinging it at the mirror. It shattered, spraying little shards of glass at her. Hermione turned her face and let them hit her. Let it hurt, but a few seconds later the scent hit her and she realized what she'd chosen to destroy. Malfoy's cologne, and now that stench wafted over her, filling the lavatory and overpowering her senses, making her eyes sting and tear. She couldn't stand it-spicy and musky-it reminded her of him. Of him on top of her,of him raping her and she had to leave then.

She darted out of the lavatory, stepping on the stray shards of mirror littering the floor. She didn't care, however. She hardly even felt the pain or the way they dug into her feet as she slammed the door shut. At that moment, she cared about little more than forgetting about herself, about Malfoy and everything that had taken place throughout that Merlin-forsaken day. At that moment, she just wanted to sleep.

Hermione collapsed onto her bed, still almost completely soaked, naked and bleeding and sobbed herself into a restless slumber.


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