Okay so let's get the formalities out of the way: I do not own anything except the plot. Right, in this chapter there is going to be a bit of Ron and Draco slash mixed with a bit of Draco and Hermione slash, hope you don't mind but that's the way I like it :P In this chapter normal writing is the present time, italic writings are Draco's thoughts and bold italic writing are Draco's memories. So on with the tale...

Draco spitting on Ron had been the tipping point. It was the tip of the ice berg which sank the Titanic, and it was sinking hard.

Ron furious by the action punched Draco in the jaw causing him to bite his tongue. With blood filling his mouth, Draco began coughing and gagging on the thick substance. This only seemed to amuse Ron more, so Ron started to punch Draco in the stomach causing him to collapse fully on the couch; his hands still tied behind his back. His mouth filling with a steady stream of blood and including the abuse Ron was inflicting on him; Draco resulted in retching and heaving trying to find some form of relief.

Draco and Hermione holding hands, him and Hermione cuddling on their bench back at Hogwarts, the pair of them watching the sunset; 'Come on Draco, block him out' he kept thinking. Hermione kissing his head after complaining of working too hard, Hermione reading looking so perfect and innocent, Hermione on top of him giggling and leaving butterfly kisses along his chest...

Draco heard something. Something metallic. Almost like a 'chink!' something he was familiar with. There in Ron's hand, was something long, sharp and shiny. He had pulled out a pen knife. Draco panicked and starting breathing at a fast ragged pace; watching Ron toy with the knife in the little light in the room. Seeing Draco's panic, Ron leaped forward on him; his hand covering Draco's mouth and his mouth next to his uninjured ear.

"I know you, Draco. And I know what you are. You're just a waste of space and air; no one really cares for you. Especially Hermione, she just feels sorry for the poor little loner you became and when she saw your scars – she felt obliged to help. It was never out of love..."

Draco couldn't bear to hear this, Hermione loves him. She said so herself, she would have no reason to lie. 'Just block him out, Draco. You can do this. You're stronger than him'.

Hermione lying on top of Draco, her hair cascading down her face and back making her look more angelic; Hermione taking Draco's knife away, and patching him up; him and Hermione in the far corners of the library tucked away from sight having their 'study sessions'.

Draco felt a sharp twinge down the length of his arm. Blood pouring out of it. A familiar numbness began to set in. Slicing into Draco's right arm, Rom was carving pieces out of him. Draco tried screaming not out of pain but fear, but it was no good with Ron's hand in the way. Then Ron adjusted his weight, found a scrap piece of material and shoved it in Draco's mouth. With a skilled hand he opened Draco's shirt and with one swift moment slashed across his chest in a bloody mess.

With tears in his eyes Draco now had to block out Ron and the pit of darkness the numbness was promising.

'Think of her Draco. She always makes it better remember?'

Hermione kissing him to cheer him up after losing a Quidditch match; Hermione nursing Draco when he fell ill; Hermione hugging him till he calmed down from stressing; Hermione talking him out of his nightmares, always there to soothe him and never mocking or teasing him because of it...

Shoved to floor from the couch, Draco landed hard on the cold floor. Ron had him kneel in front of him, one hand on Draco's face inspecting the damage. Ron had obviously decided it wasn't enough so bit on Draco's neck in fleshy area so it was prominent. It was definitely going to bruise, and that was exactly what Ron had wanted. Draco merely stared at the floor trying to ignore the pain, Ron and the outside world but concentrate; but Ron had different plans.

Draco heard a zip being undone and saw something he wished he didn't have to. Ron was sitting on his family's couch, with his semi-hard manhood on display, pen knife ready in one hand. The other hand reached for Draco's head and pulled him closer.

"You know what you have to do, you dirty whore" was his only command.

When Draco didn't respond, Ron grabbed Draco's head and forced it onto him. Draco's mouth was full of blood but it felt just as good to Ron, it was still an amazing sensation having Draco suck him. Ron kept forcing Draco to take more and more of him, till the point he couldn't breathe and was gagging for air.

Draco tried to take his mind somewhere else. 'Anywhere but here'.

Draco lowering Hermione's underwear revealing her glistening entrance.

"It'll hurt to begin with, okay? I'll try not to hurt you too much, I love you" and with that Draco was kissing Hermione, trying to keep her mind off would be an uncomfortable experience. Hermione felt like she was getting torn in two, so instead kept her mind on Draco's kiss. Draco had fully entered and waited till Hermione was ready. Slight tear were building in her eyes but she kept them back.

"I'm ready." Simple words were all she could bear to manage by that point.

Slowly and steadily, Draco set a pace Hermione would be comfortable with but it took all of his energy not to take her then.

Draco was released from Ron's tight grasp and was allowed to breathe. He gasped for air to fill his empty lungs, and then it was knocked straight out of him once Ron kicked him to the floor. Draco tried to move away from the domineering person but to no avail. His hands were tied and there was nowhere to escape too. Coughing blood up, Draco was lying on the floor waiting when he realised what Ron had in mind. Once again he tried to move by shuffling his body along the floor, but this only pleased Ron more.

Ron walked up behind Draco and grabbed him by the hips. Draco had lost too much blood by this point to even fight back. Ron roughly shoved Draco's pants down and off, revealing his pale white arse. In the middle was Ron's Holy Grail.

"Please... Stop." These were the only words Draco could manage, but Ron simply laughed at them and carried on. Ron positioned himself and roughly entered Draco entirely: no warning, no lubricants, no nothing. Well there was pain for Draco, and pleasure for Ron.

'Just go, Draco. Go far away.'

Hermione was writhing in pleasure underneath Draco, as he quickened the pace. Hermione's moans were sending Draco closer, but to hear her say "Draco" and "Harder, faster" in such a sultry, throaty voice was going to send him insane. He had always pictured Hermione to be innocent and pure but the girl underneath him, clawing at his back trying to get more and more pleasure was an entirely different woman.

"Draco, I'm... I'm gonn... I'm gonna..."

"It's alright, me too. We'll go together."

At a rapid pace, both lovers were on the edge and it was shortly after Hermione tipped and Draco feeling her pleasure around his manhood that sent him in the direction. Draco collapsed slightly over Hermione, covered in a sheen of sweat matching Hermione. They lay there together for a bit till Hermione moved and placed herself on Draco's chest, her head resting over his heart, breathing still slightly ragged.

Ron kept hitting Draco's magic spot and to his shame it started to stir something in the pit of stomach. This reaction didn't go unnoticed by Ron who started to desperately tug at Draco trying to get him as excited as him. This was too much Draco and after a few more tugs he emptied himself over Ron's hand and the floor. This sent Ron over the edge who pounded into Draco, riding out his high, emptying his load deep into Draco.

Ron removed himself from Draco, and tidied himself up; leaving Draco to curl up, knees to his chest and sob into himself. There was a loud tapping noise coming from the window. His pet had returned with what looked like a note. Was Hermione okay? Was she alright?

Ron didn't seem to notice, the bird perched at the window and instead walked over to Draco and untied him.

"You have a choice, Draco. You are to become mine and mine alone. Or you go back to Hermione, which will end up very badly for her if you catch my drift."

'Ignore it Draco, you need to go. Just go for a little bit. It will all be better soon.'

Hermione relaxed a considerable amount whilst lying on Draco with him smoothing her long hair that he had access to. It was like soothing a little kid.

Hermione turned her head slightly and kissed Draco's chest. She looked up into his face and it was a picture of bliss. It was the most peaceful she had seen him in a while. She reached up and gently placed her hand to stoke Draco's check, who quickly caught and kissed it.

'This was how it was supposed to be' thought Draco. He was with the person he loved without a care. He grabbed her and brought her up to head height, kissed on the forehead, then each eyelid, then her nose and finally her lips. He tilted his forehead so both were touching,

"You're the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on" he whispered.

"And you are my knight in shining armour, saving me" she whispered back.

Draco wrapped his arms and around creating and invisible shield around her. They fell asleep peacefully, holding each other lovingly.

Hermione woke up with the bird outside of her window. It was almost one in the morning. Blood covered the note she had written a few hours ago. Fear struck her and she ran out of her room, out of the Gryffindor tower and out of the Hogwarts Grounds. There she apperated, into the Malfoy Manor, finding bloody footprints leading to the main door. Someone else had been here, but blood meant someone else had been hurt.

Hermione's only thought – Draco.