A/N: Chapter 4! I know. I would have had this out sooner, but I'm still trying to get rid of this bug that won't leave me alone. I sound terrible. I've also had to deal with school, and then Lacrosse practice has also been tough. So anyways, I'm going to try to post one more chapter on the Thursday, but if I don't get to it I'm sorry and you'll have to wait until next Tuesday or Wednesday. The reason being is that I'm going to a tournament with my Lacrosse team this weekend. Wish me luck! (:
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Chapter 4:
Screams penetrated the night air. It almost seemed like someone was being tortured. Draco shot up out of bed, wand in hand before looking around his room. Upon realizing that the noise was coming from across the hall, he quickly ran out of the door and towards Grangers room. He tried her door, realizing it was locked before saying a quick 'Alohamora' and opening it and running inside.
Running in he noticed two things. 1: No one was in her room and 2: Granger was flailing around on her bed.
He walked slowly over to her, and leaned his head closer to hear what she was saying. 'No, No stop!' He pulled his head back to look at her again. 'Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Stop. Please.'
Draco looked over Grangers form, noticing that her shirt rose up a little on her stomach. He leaned down to get a closer view before recoiling slightly. She had what looked to be handprints on her sides.
He shook his head again, and when he looked back her shirt was covering her again. No. That's not possible. He walked over to her bed before grabbing her hands to stop them from swinging. "Granger wake up!" He shook her slightly, but she only started flailing harder.
"Granger! Hermione! Wake up!" With that, she flung her whole body up, wrenching out of his grasp and moving to the corner of her bed. "Malfoy?"
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All she could feel was his hands all around her. Touching her. Hitting her. Scratching her. She felt dirty. Used. She couldn't escape him. He was everywhere, and his voice was inside of her head.
She just wanted to be let out of this hell hole. But every time she ran, he was there. Pulling her back again. She heard a voice calling out to her though. It was telling her to wake up. She started running towards the voice, until it was getting louder and louder and then everything went black.
Hermione shot up in bed, scrambling towards the corner, before looking to see who had woken her up. "Malfoy?" She looked slightly shocked before asking him "what are you doing here?"
"You were screaming in your sleep, I thought that someone was attacking you,"
"So you came in here to stop them?"
He sneered at her before replying. "Of course not mudblood. I just wanted to see who was attacking you, and give them a medal." He sneered again, noticing her face drop.
"Now I'm going to back to my room. Do try not to scream anymore Granger." And with that, he turned out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Hermione laid back on her bed, a few tears leaking out of her eyes before shaking her head. Why did he have to ruin my life? She thought. She then closed her eyes for the night, not realizing that she dreamt of a boy with grey eyes.
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The next morning, Hermione woke up bright and early, her eyes still heavy from sleep,. She trudged slowly to the bathroom, making sure both her and MaLfoy's doors were locked. She slowly undressed before looking at herself in the mirror. She cried at what she saw.
Her stomach, arms, chest, legs, backs. Every single inch of her was covered in bruises. She looked at her arms then and took in all of the cuts and crisscross patterns. She then directed her gaze to her own eyes and flinched. Her eyes looked dead. There was absolutely no emotion, no spark in them.
Finally looking away from the mirror, she walked over and took her shower, coming out minutes later, dressed and hiding her skin. She grabbed her bags and books, heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. Upon arriving in the Entrance Hall, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, before bumping into somebody, sending her and her books sprawling on the floor.
"I'm so sor…" She looked up to see who she bumped in to, her words getting stuck in her throat. Staring back at her was the angry face of Harry and Ron and a teary eyed Ginny.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, picking up the rest of her items. She tried stepping around them, but Ron blocked her way.
"Where do you think you're going? I think you better explain what the hell is wrong with you!" Ron snarled, practically in her face.
Hermione felt a flare of anger well up in her. "Excuse me?! What's wrong with me?! How about you?! You've been ignoring me all summer and then giving me dirty looks since I got here!" She all but screamed at them. They both looked livid, except for Ginny who was still crying.
"What the hell Hermione! You send up letters that completely trash us and my family! And then yesterday Ginny told us that you had her cornered when she just tried to talk to you. You punched her! She showed up the bruise!"
Hermione gasped before looking over at Ginny, who was still teary eyed but smirking over the boys' shoulders. Now she knew what was happening. Ginny was turning them against her because she was jealous.
"No I.." She didn't get any farther than that because Harry snapped at her. "Just save it! We thought you were our friend Hermione! Ginny's friend! Well now you're dead to us."
With one last glare at her, they all turned and stalked off into the Great Hall leaving her alone. Hermione tried so hard not to let the tears fall. The all hated her because of the lies that Ginny was spreading. She realized now that she was well and truly alone.
She walked into the Great Hall, and sat at the edge of the Gryffindor table, not realizing that a blonde haired boy and his curly haired friend saw the whole exchange.
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Draco had woke up that morning feeling quite refreshed. Considering the events of last night, he still managed to get his full eight hours of sleep.
He went through his morning routine, noticing that the shower was already wet, meaning Granger was gone. Walking down to the Entrance Hall, he met Blaise, but before they could walk anymore steps, Blaise quickly grabbed his arm pulling him behind a pillar. "Blaise wha…" he was quickly shushed.
Draco understood why. He followed where Blaise's finger was pointing and noticed Potter and the two Weasley's glaring at Granger again. Why would they be glaring though? He asked himself. He then zeroed in on the conversation.
He heard Potty and the Weasel yelling at her. Calling her a terrible person. He then heard that Granger supposedly hurt the Weaselette, but that couldn't be possible. Granger stayed in her room all night.
Looking over he caught site of Weaselette's smirk, before raising an eyebrow. Clearly the girl was lying, but dumb and dumber couldn't see that. The question was why.
Watching Granger for a second, he looked over at his best mate and found him staring back. Draco then shrugged his shoulders before watching Granger walk into the Great Hall. He motioned for Blaise to follow him inside.
They both sat down at the Slytherin table before talking in hushed whispers. "What the hell was that all about?" Blaise asked.
"I have no idea. I do know that Weaselette is lying though." At Blaise's questioning look, he replied. "For one, Granger wouldn't hurt anybody. She's too nice. And two, Weaselette was smirking behind Potter and Weasels backs." Blaise nodded in understanding.
"Last night she was screaming in her sleep. She was having a nightmare." Draco told Blaise quietly. "She was telling the person to 'please stop it' and she kept saying 'no' over and over again." He looked over at Granger to see her pushing the food around on her plate.
"That's not the worst part Blaise. When she was moving, her shirt rode up her stomach a little bit. She had bruises on her sides that looked like handprints. She had two of them. Maybe more, but I couldn't tell." He looked up at his friend, to see him looking back at him in horror.
"You think that someone is hurting Granger?!" Blaise whispered.
"I think so. But I really don't know how to approach the subject with her. She'll freak if I even bring it up." Draco sighed before he resumed eating. "We'll figure out something mate. But until then, let's just keep watching to make sure that Granger doesn't do anything stupid." Blaise said, finishing up the last of his meal.
"Right, come one. Let's get to class." The two boys picked up their bags, and with one last look at Granger, they swept out of the Great Hall and towards their first lesson.