Chapter Four:
Hermione walked silently through the hallways. It was her prefect rounds, by herself right then as no one else had volunteered for that night. She jumped at every sound, worried that Malfoy had somehow found out.
It had been nearly a month, and it was November first. Everything was quiet.
Until a hand clasped over her mouth. She gave a muffled scream as she was pulled in to a dark broom closet.
"Hi, mudblood," murmured his voice, his breath against her ear. "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?"
"Let me out of here," she whispered, putting as much loathing and strength as she could in to it. She couldn't manage a lot of strength in it because she was so frightened.
"Hmm...no. I'm thinking if I don't do enough with you, you'll forget about it. So we'll spend the night, here."
It was dark, so she couldn't see him, but she felt his hands wrap around her waist and her shoulders viciously, and then she felt his lips against hers. Slowly yet maliciously, he forced her to lie down. He lied on top of her and kissed her. Hermione began to panic, struggling to get out from underneath him. Soon enough, she gave up, just as frightened tears stained her eyes.
She gasped when she felt it. She really couldn't help the gasp. Then, she felt it again. It was his hand. He deftly snuck his hand under her skirt to stroke the thin lace of her knickers. She tried to fidget and squirm, but it just made him smile evilly against her lips.
"Nice try, mudblood," he mumbled.
She groaned a little and just held still. She let him touch her, run his hands up her shirt, cup her breast, kiss her, all night. She was too scared and sad to do much of anything else.
He pinched her bottom to keep her awake. It normally made her gasp or jump. Finally, he murmured, "Done, mudblood. It's time for breakfast."
He got up and left. Hermione just sat there, staring sadly at the door. Eventually, she heaved herself to her feet, straightened her clothes, and walked out. She checked the clock only to realize, the Malfoy was right. It was time for breakfast. She stared at the clock, trying to block her tears. She had spent the entire night with him. She forced herself to breakfast, and picked at the food.
She could barely focus the entire day. Her mind was overrun with exhaustion. Her heart still skipped a beat whenever she saw him and whenever she saw a strange shadow or heard a different sound. For once, she struggled to pay attention in class. Whenever she tried, her mind would always rush somewhere else. Harry and Ron didn't seem to notice a difference. They were too excited for the upcoming Quidditch game against Slytherin.
The week slowly passed. Hermione was jumping at frequent time. She was so nervous and scared that he'd try something again. As she thought about it, though, she remembered what he had said about hurting her friends. She decided no matter what, she couldn't let him do that. No matter what it came to. She would protect them. This sad realization hurt her, but her friends were more important. She just wished they could know and understand what was going on. If she told Ron or Harry, they'd both try to protect her. That was the last thing she needed. She could take care of herself. She could.
The Quidditch game was tomorrow. It was November 21st. Everyone was thrilled.
"We're so going to win!" Harry said brightly to Hermione and Ron. "Let's have a practice today, Ron. Go get everybody and tell them 3 o'clock today. Hermione, will you be able to find something to do without us?"
"Of course," Hermione said smiling at them sweetly. "Good luck and have fun!"
Harry gave her a hug and Ron awkwardly hugged her too. "See you."
"I know you guys can do it!" she said encouragingly. "Don't worry about me, I'll watch your game tomorrow, and we'll have the party afterwards!"
"Do you promise to have fun at the party, Hermione? Don't be a stick in the mud and just sit by doing your homework," Ron said.
"Promise. See you guys later!" She hopped off her chair and rushed upstairs. She messed around, walking around because she was bored.
She nearly screamed when someone pushed her against the wall. She whirled around and saw Malfoy.
"You," she hissed.
He smiled that horrible smile. "Miss me, Granger?"
He put his hand on her waist, letting them sink down on to her bottom.
"Go away," she attempted.
"Not a chance." Malfoy kissed her harshly. "We'd better win tomorrow, Granger, or you will see an interesting thing happen to you."
Hermione squirmed. "You don't scare me."
He laughed evilly and murmured, "I'm sure." He kissed her several times, still moving his hands.