A/N: Finally got this posted. This chapter is pg-13 by the way.

Chapter 4: The Assault

Nora awoke next morning feeling very comfortable and rested in her king-size bed. She got out of bed, grabbed clean clothes and went into the hall into her pj shorts and a large t-shirt to find Hermione standing there yawning in her nightgown.

"H-hi, d'you-ou sleep w-w-well?" Nora asked Hermione, failing to stifle a huge yawn coming up, due to Hermione. (A/N: yawning is infectious.)

"Yes! That bed is soooo comfortable!" She replied with large eyes, looking very amazed and pointing at her bed.

"I know," Nora said loudly, grinning, but waking up Terry, who came out of his room in pajama's with his hair very messy and ruffled.

"Next t-time cou-could you keep it d-down?" he said, also yawning.

"Oops, yes. I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Nora told him apologetically.

"Well, Well. What have we here? I didn't know we were going to have a pajama party in the hallway. How come no one told me? I would never pass an opportunity to see you two girls in your night clothes," Malfoy said coming out of his bedroom with his usual smirk plastered on his face.

"Oh, piss off, Malfoy," Hermione said glaring at him, infuriated. Nora stared at her in astonishment: Hermione hardly ever got this mad so quickly and last time she did she had slapped Malfoy right in the face. Malfoy went back into his room after having said his favorite word ('mudblood') but left his door ajar.

"So, are you coming to breakfast with me?" Hermione asked Nora after she was done glaring at Malfoy.

"No, I'm going take a long bath first, I didn't have time for that at your house because of your f-," Nora began to say, but after a shocked and furious look from Hermione she quickly changed what she meant to say, "- failing alarm clock. Yeah, it didn't work so we had to hurry in order to make the train," she explained to Terry.

"Well, I'm going to go downstairs already and I'll see you in the Great Hall, ok? go down to start breakfast, and then wait until you join us," Hermione told her before going to her room to change. Terry went into his room to change too and Nora turned and entered one of the bathrooms.

She walked over to the large pool-like bathtub and turned on the hot water and a few of the foam tabs, she especially loved the tap whose jet bounced off the surface of the water. When the pool was entirely filled she took off her clothes, got into the pool and swam a couple of laps. After swimming she dove to the bottom of the pool and tried to stay there as long as she could before needing to swim to the surface and breathe again. After about thirty seconds, though, she already had to resurface for air, while wiping her long, straight, and currently wet, brown hair out of her face.

"Trying to drown yourself, Glassyd?" Came Malfoy's drawl, as he looked in the mirror and ran a comb through his gelled-up platinum blonde hair.

"What?" Nora asked looking around confused, "MALFOY! What the hell are you doing in here? Can't you see I'm trying to take a bath!" Her mind raced as she tried to figure out how Malfoy had gotten into the bathroom, since she always looked the door behind her, even if she was at home and the only person in the house… but maybe she had forgotten? "And drowning myself isn't a bad idea now that you're here," she added heatedly looking down to make sure she was covered all the way by bath foam.

"I can't see anything, thank Merlin, if that's what you're checking for," he said, combing his hair again to make sure every single one was in it's right place.

"Oh, shut up and leave so I can get dressed," Nora snapped, hating him more than ever.

"What if I'd rather stay here, and annoy you?" 'Oh Merlin's beard, there's that horrible smirk again! Why can't he just leave?'

"I said 'LEAVE', or do you want me to tell Dumbledore about this." Draco glared at her for a moment and then left the bathroom, once more running the comb through his hair. Nora gave a sigh or relief. She got out of the bath in a hurry, not daring to stay there any longer, changed into clean clothes, quickly did her hair and left the bathroom. When she walked into the hall she could just see Terry descending the stairs and she thought maybe he had occupied the other bathroom so that Malfoy had entered hers to groom himself. But the thought was forced out of her mind when she noticed Malfoy's eyes on her as he leaned against his doorpost.

"Like what you see?" she asked him, eyebrows raised, though she was merely trying to make him close his mouth. It worked. But he didn't go into his room, instead he grabbed her by the arms and pinned her to the wall. She stared into his eyes in shock and thought she saw something of a mad glint in them, though it could've been out of her own fear that she saw it.

"What? Malfoy, let me go!" she shouted, enraged, but as everyone was now in the Great Hall eating breakfast; there was no one to help her.

"No one flirts with a Malfoy and then just walks away," he said dangerously, loosening his grip a little by accident. Nora broke free and backed away from him, hoping to reach her room in time, but he advanced menacingly on her, obviously not letting her get away that easily, and she froze. Within seconds he had her pinned against the wall again and she whimpered in pain as he gripped her wrists tightly.

"Malfoy, leave me alone!" she demanded, though it rather sounded like a plea when she realized that she was powerless, since there was no way she would be able to use her wand; it was still in her bedroom.

"Not unless you…" he began trailing off into a whisper, his lips nearly touching her ear.

"What? I'm not going to sleep with you, you git!" she yelled, feeling helpless and all the while conscious of his body pressed against hers.

"Ah… it'd be your first time, wouldn't it? But it's the only way to free yourself, Glassyd," he said, smirking.

"No," Nora said determinedly. But feeling the grip tightening painfully on her wrists, she hesitated before saying: "Think of something else." Malfoy didn't need long to think.

"Well then, fool around with me. That cow pansy looks too much like a… well, cow and doesn't fulfill my needs. She even makes a mudblood like you look… decent," he said after a moment of thought, sneering at her. Nora waited as long as she could before answering, trying to think of a way to free herself and hoping Hermione and Terry would come back to see what was taking her so long, and then kill Malfoy, but no one came. Then she tried to send telepathic thoughts to Hermione, but she knew that would never work and she felt quite stupid. Why hadn't she paid attention during divination, maybe Trelawny had said something useful about telepathy! 'Please, you know you're not telepathic,' a little annoying voice in her head said. 'Well, I can try can't I?' 'Why would you, you know you like the feel of his body against yours.' 'What? I do not!' 'Do too,' 'Do not!' 'Well, maybe you don't know it, but I do.' 'Know what?' 'You love him.' Nora didn't even bother to argue back, it was too frustrating, not to mention pathetic, and she knew that the little voice was wrong. After a long while of trying to think of a way to free herself, in vain, she agreed. 'I wonder why?' 'Shut up.'

"Good," was all Malfoy said before putting his lips on her neck and running one of his hands to her breasts. Nora felt incredibly stupid and furious, but somehow also near tears. And yet, when she was becoming tired of holding her guard up the whole time, other feelings passed through her… as if she almost liked the feel of his hands. Her mind argued back and forth all the while as Malfoy's hand slowly slid his hand down from her breasts and onto her stomach. A surge of relief passed through Nora, feeling near tears once more, but then, when his hand slid even lower, she shut her eyes in dread. She couldn't believe that after having waited for a decent guy for so long, Malfoy had gotten there first. All the while Nora's thoughts raced through her mind in frustration and they were all so confusing that she didn't know what to think. At some points she could've just killed Malfoy, but then seconds after she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach that definitely should not have been there and all the while she feared if maybe secretly she did like him, as the annoying voice had said. But then seconds later she felt like brutally murdering Malfoy again and she insisted on still hating his guts as all the years before.

There finally came a point where Nora found a chance to break free and she darted into her room, leaving Malfoy standing in the hall looking very smug with himself. Then he went into his room hearing Nora mutter things like "bloody prick" and "can't believe I let Malfoy," (great look of disgust as she said Malfoy) "feel me up," while she searched for her Hogwarts robes. After she found them Nora quickly hurried down the spiral steps and ran out of the common room to the Great Hall as fast as she could, feeling she'd need to take at least a hundred showers to get that Malfoy fragrance off her along with the feel of his hands. When she arrived she sat down next to Hermione and across from Harry and Ron, feeling exhausted and disgusted with herself and once more near tears.

"You could've hurried up a bit, we've been waiting for ages!" Hermione said impatiently.

"Yeah, we never thought it would take you thirty minutes to apply all your make-up, when Hermione can do it in twenty-five," Ron said sarcastically. Harry snorted but quickly stopped after the look on both Nora and Hermione's face.

"Sorry, I… I couldn't find my socks," Nora lied, trying hard not to burst into tears, before picking up some toast and smearing jelly on it. When she dared to look up, she saw Malfoy enter the Great Hall. He had his usual smirk on his lips and Nora only replied it with the glare she specially reserved for him. When Malfoy sat down Nora turned to the conversation Harry and Hermione were having about muggle music, Ron couldn't join in, of course, because he knew nothing about Muggle music or anything else in the Muggle world. Not much later Nora sighed heavily, not having eaten one bite, and said: "I need to be alone right now," before hurrying out of the Great Hall.

When she reached the Entrance Hall she looked around to see which way to go before deciding to go outside to the lake; she'd always loved being outside with nature surrounding her. Nora was a few steps away from the door when she felt a hand slithering around her waist. She picked it up with two fingers, as if it was a smelly, old sock, and asked sarcastically: "I wonder whom this belongs to." She turned around and stared into the icy gray eyes of Malfoy who put his arms around her waist once more, all the while smirking. Nora gave him her most hateful glare and said:

"Get your filthy hands off of me, you rotten piece of scum."

"Nah, they've found very comfy position, I think I'll keep them this way," he replied, an eyebrow raised, trying to provoke her.

"Fine, but you'll regret it very soon," she replied with a nasty glint in her eyes, then she kneed him where it hurts most and he doubled over, gasping. She ran out of the front doors, ignoring Snape's furious shouts and futile attempt to take away housepoints.


"How come I have the feeling that that wasn't about muggle music?" Harry said slowly as the three of them watched Nora storm off into the entrance hall. Hermione sighed.

"Because it wasn't."

"Well, then what was it about?" Ron asked her. Hermione sighed again.

"It's obviously about Malfoy. Didn't you see the way they looked at each other when Malfoy entered?" she said. The two boys looked confused. "Those looks weren't the usual glares. Malfoy's glare had more smugness in it, and Nora's glare was filled with a lot more hatred than usual. And, speaking of Malfoy, where is the bloody git?" Hermione asked looking over at the Slytherin table.

"Maybe he went back to the Slytherin common room?" Harry suggested.

"I doubt it, he only entered a couple of minutes ago, and he can't have eaten breakfast that fast," Hermione said.

"Maybe he wasn't hungry," Ron offered. Hermione shook her head apprehensively, wondering what could've happened.

"I doubt that too," she said. "I'm going to find Nora." And she got up from the Gryffindor table.

"Why?" Harry and Ron both asked, Hermione heaved one last sigh and then headed for the Entrance Hall without answering.

"What's up with her?" Harry asked Ron as he grabbed a flagon of pumpkin juice.

"I dunno, maybe it's that time of the month again?" Ron replied, revolted at the thought, while watching Hermione leave.

Hermione found herself in the Entrance Hall and decided to go look outside, as that was where Nora usually went when she wanted to do some thinking or just needed to be by herself. Hermione found her sitting under a tree watching the giant squid. It was a lovely day to be sitting outside, with occasional cool breezes to ease the sun's warmth.

"Hi," she said sitting down next to Nora.

"Hi," said Nora glumly. Hermione surveyed her for a few moments and hesitated.

"So… what happened?"

"It's not really that big a deal..." Nora really didn't want anyone to know about this and she felt too embarrassed to even tell Hermione.

"Come on, you can trust me… is it that bad?" Nora nodded, looking over the lake. "You'll feel better when you've told me," Hermione told her.

"That's true..." And she launched into the whole story; relieved she could tell someone about it and get it off of her back.

"What? I can't it! The bloody git!" Hermione shouted aghast.

"It was my fault, though," said Nora quietly, feeling somehow filthy after the incident with Malfoy. "Thank you for making me tell you, though, I feel somewhat better," Nora said truthfully. The two of them hugged as another breeze swept by.

"Hey, what are friends for, you'd make me tell my problems too." Hermione replied smiling. Nora returned it. After a while of comfortable silence she asked with an evil glint in her eyes:

"So… what about you and Terry?"

"What about me and Terry?" Hermione asked shocked, trying to hide the blush that crept onto her face.

"Oh please, it is too obvious."

"Well he's very nice…"

"And…?" Nora asked interrupting Hermione

"And… well, we're going out," Hermione replied, a broad smile creeping unwillingly onto her face. "Can we go inside now? Harry and Ron are waiting for us; they wanted to hang out a bit before school would start tomorrow." Nora laughed at Hermione's not-so-subtle attempt to change the conversation.

"Yes, all right." But she didn't know how she could ever face them after the incident with Malfoy. Yet they both headed inside to meet Harry and Ron, planning on telling them about their conversation some other day.


A/N: Review, please?