The Race for Harry Potter
Four Girls with a bet, one boy and a school filled with eligible bachelors. Who will get Harry Potters heart first and what will become of them? Who will be the first to bag Harry Potter and get the best prize in the world...Golden Boy's Virginity!
Chapter Nine: Broken Speech
(A/N: There's really no excuse for my absences from my fan fiction! I'm really sorry guys. I hope you all can forgive me. I will be updating more often now. So please, enjoy this chapter, and the next one will be out soon!)
Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day
All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "Is something wrong?"
I think "You're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
"Harry! Harry! Please, wait…" Hermione cried. She passed the area that Brad had been hanging.
Harry lunged at her, pushing her back into the wall. He pinned her there, using his knee to separate her legs and hiking up her thin material of a skirt to forcibly pull down her knickers. She was caught by surprise with his harshness, and his face was cold and emotionless. She tried to push him away, whimpering as she did so. This was not Harry, this was not her Harry. Noticing that she was struggling against him, he slammed his whole body weight against her, making her sag against him. He was pulling down his boxers, releasing what Hermione had put money on. He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her onto his waist and she cried as he pushed inside her and she screamed 'no' as he pulled out of her and entered once again. She was not at all wet, and he could feel her tense around him in pain at this forced intrusion. He shuddered against her, spending within her. He grunted as he released and pulled out of her. He pulled his weight off of her, and she slid onto the floor as he tucked himself back within this pants. She shook uncontrollably as she comprehended what had just happened.
"You got what you wanted," He said hatefully. He watched as her face grow red and her eyes leaked with tears.
"You bastard…you…you…bastard…I thought, you cared about me…" Hermione gasped, touching her bottom half, pain ripping through her. Harry began to walk away from her, she could see him shaking as he moved forward. She screamed as he turned the corner, heading back towards the tower.
"DAMN IT!" Hermione screamed. She rested her hands on her knees, her head bowed in shame. She had stopped crying, feeling a horrible numbness in her loins, which was significantly unusual. Hermione picked herself up and turned to walk the other way. She shrugged off her discomfort and made way to the common room, pulling herself to her full height, preparing herself for Parvati's shrill voice and angry eyes. Hermione saw that there was a faint outline of a corridor leading downstairs. She wanted to find Harry and set him straight, so she walked through the faint outline.
Hermione stopped once more, and realized that she was on the seventh floor.
She ran smack into Brad. She stiffened against him as he grabbed the back of her neck with a tightening grip.
"You stupid slut!" Brad growled.
"Oh, how American of you, calling me a slut instead of a wench…" Hermione said disgusted, her ill-humor did nothing but make Brad's lips curl into a sneer. He threw her away from him, literally. She skidded to her knees on the tough stone that made up the seventh corridor. Hermione felt her delicate palm skin scrap against the stone.
"Have you been crying?" He asked coolly, noticing her red eyes. Hermione sniffed up snot and looked up at him, her face naked of emotion.
"He fucked me Brad…fucked me and left me, classically." Hermione swayed on the floor, and Brad slapped her hard across the face, she fell sideways, her body against the cool ground.
She could hear Brad hover over her. He drew back his foot and kicked her solidly in the stomach, lifting her off of the floor a good two feet, where she recoiled on her side, holding her stomach and coughing up blood. Brad walked where she laid, and gathered her brown locks in his hands and pulled her into a sitting position. He wiped away with his thumb, the trickle of blood that gathered along on her lips. She whimpered at his intimate touch in fear. He had imbedded in her a stinging sensation of hurt, both mentally and physically.
"You messed up Hermione. You stomped all over my heart, and here you are, at my feet. And it's my turn to do the stomping…" Brad whispered eagerly. He pulled her by her hair towards a broom closet. She kicked against him, screaming as she wrestled with his tightened grip entwined in her hair. He wrenched open the door and dragged her in it.
He threw her against the opposite wall in the closet, her head snapping back and slamming against it. She groaned at she touched the now pulsating back of her head. Brad pulled out his wand, an evil demeanor entering his once pleasant-looking eyes.
"Silencio."
Harry woke up to find himself wrapped up in blankets, alone in an empty dorm. Immediately images from last night flooded his head. He remembered the shattering form of Hermione pressed against him as he lost his virginity to her, and the ultimate pain that had crossed her face. He remembered her broken figure looking up at him from the ground and he fixed himself, and the dirty feeling he had felt as he walked away from her.
He jerked from out of bed and threw on a robe and slipped on his sneakers as he raced out of his dorm to fly down the staircase only to set on the alarm leading to the girl's dorms. He fell on his back but stood quickly back up. Immediately he began to shout.
"Hermione! Hermione!" He heard a door open, and the trudging of feet come towards the staircase.
It was Parvati, and she was holding a stuffed animal to her stomach.
"Harry, Hermione didn't come back to the dorm last night." She said wildly. "I thought…she might…have been in with you…" she said shyly, her face twitched into a half-smile. Harry felt the bottom of his stomach drop.
"No…Parvati…something bad happened—I made a terrible mistake."
"What happened Harry?" Parvati asked, coming down the stairs. Suddenly, a large knock from the portrait made them both jump. They turned to see a happy Ginny walk in with a tired and heavily overhung Malfoy swaying from her arm.
"OH MY GAWSH! PARVATI!" Ginny released Draco and he fell to the floor as she wrapped her arms around Parvati.
"You're all right! Sorry about him," She said, looking towards Draco's groaning form, "but it seems like he indulged into his sorrows too much last night. But its okay, I'm here with him." Ginny piped up smiling. She searched Harry's deathly pale face to Parvati's slightly puzzled expression.
Ginny stuttered, "Parv…where's Hermione?"
"I haven't seen her since last night. I s'pose you and her got into a row last night Harry?" Parvati asked, looking up into his face.
"Bloody hell Potter, what did you do to her?" Draco asked from the floor, sitting up to look into Harry's paling face. Harry began to tremble.
"Harry…where's Hermione?" Ginny asked, with an edge to it.
"She's hurt…" he whispered. "I hurt her last night." Ginny gasped and Parvati spun around, her stuff animal popping out of thin air to be replaced with her wand. She pointed it at Harry, her usually cheerfulness completely drained from her face. Harry took a menacing step back from the two.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" Parvati demanded.
"Nothing! Nothing…we…we had sex." Harry whispered, his eyes moving to rest on the ground.
"Then what the bloody fuck do you mean that you hurt her?" Ginny swore.
"She wasn't…ready, when we did it." Harry said shamefully.
"You raped your best friend?" Draco asked understanding what Harry meant, he looked up, his usual smirk or sneer clear from his face; instead it was replaced by a silent look of horror.
"I…I didn't mean to…I was just, so upset." Harry muttered. Ginny released a scream as she flew at him, nails at the ready. She fell on top of him, digging her nails into his throat like a cat. Harry gasped for air as Ginny dug deeper into him. She screamed.
"WHERE IS SHE? WHERE'D YOU DUMP HER BODY YOU SICK FUCK!"
Ginny couldn't stop the tears from spilling, and she wouldn't dare try to.
Parvati and Draco were trying to pull Ginny off of Harry when Professor McGonagall came into the dorm. Immediately sparks flew from the tip of her wand, a loud crack and all four of the students were separated. They looked towards McGonagall, her aging face dark and grave.
"A murder has plagued the grounds of Hogwarts."
Brad went back to his dorm, caked in blood. He entered the loo, grateful that no one was there for the holidays. He stood in the hot shower, the blood rinsing off of his pale skin to swim around his toes. Never had he felt so heavy in the heart. He has used cleansing spells, revival spells, and still she wouldn't breathe. Brad had simply taken her broken body to the lake, slipping her into the depth of the lake, where her body slid into the black water, slowly leaving his sight to swim with the creatures in the lake. Hermione Granger, the smartest witch in Hogwarts, was dead.
She was dancing, twirling in his tight embrace as the music pounded in her veins. Her fathers collection of Mozart played in her bedroom, "Le Marche Turque" expelled itself from her stereo. Harry had pulled her close and moved back, side, then side with her. He twirled her endlessly. Ron sat on her bed with Ginny clapping his hands as they danced. It was the best summer ever, and Hermione loved her secret feelings for her best friend. She couldn't believe this summer turnout, having been made Head Girl, and having had possibly the best summer ever, she was dancing in the embrace of Harry Potter, her hero, her friend, her love.
He giggled as he lifted her off the ground to twirl, and place her back down to dance and repeat the steps. As the piece began to wind down, Harry pulled her close to him to hug her. And Ginny giggled as Hermione, flushed in the face from dancing, grinned at her from over Harry's shoulder.
She fell on the bed along side Ron, Harry falling half on top of her, his back crushing against her side as he muffled a laugh. She moved aside so Harry could lay beside her, and Ginny sat at the end of the bed, observing the Golden Trio.
"I don't ever want this summer to end!" Hermione exclaimed, grabbing both Ron and Harry's hands in her own. It had indeed been a marvelous summer. All four of them spent it at Hermione's house, outside of the wizarding world. They had played into endless hours of the night at nearby parks, had fooled around in fast food restaurants and swam in the lakes. She had grown incredibly close to them both, sharing things she would never have before, despite their closeness. Ron had admitted that he wasn't a virgin, Harry admitted, as suspected, that he was still golden and Hermione had proudly (then) announced her purity and that she waited for the right guy to come along. Harry had squeezed her hand as she said it, and she nibbled on her lower lip and avoided his eyes.
Half blind, Hermione blinked back tears as the memory flooded into her head. She didn't know where the blood was coming from, nor could she move a muscle in her body. She felt weak, she felt like she was slowly slipping away.
"Hermione, love…you're dying." Brad squatted next to her, his wand still pointed at her. He lifted her hand and pressed the tip of his wand against her palm, lightly burning the scrapped skin there with fire. She screamed. "I really hate this fucking school. After this, I'm gone for good, never coming back to this fucked school with sluts with you in it. I'm going back to the states, where the statement: "Bro's before Hoe's" rules the cool." He said casually as he tortured her.
Hermione didn't understand his banter, but was relieved when he had stopped burning her. Instead, he pulled her onto her back, pulling up her skirt and had his way with her.
Beneath him, Hermione shuddered and closed her eyes. She would concentrate, she would remember that summer, her joy. She shuddered as her body began to shut down. She would do this, and remain dead to the world, until awaken by someone from that very memory. She concentrated hard on the spell and not on Brad on top of her. She thought of the word that would wake her. She thought of the person. Immediately, Hermione was ready to risk everything to avoid this struggle and pain by Brad. Instead, she accepted death with open arms.
Harry weeping fell to his knees as McGonagall told them of what happened to Hermione. She was bruised, raped repeatedly and was bleeding internally upon the impact of her death. He shuddered as she continued to tell them that her body was found in the lake, and a note was attached to her chest, literally clipped into her breast. Ginny gasped and Parvati began to scream. Harry shook as he reached out to touch the wet piece of parchment.
"Unworthy Whore"
Please review guys, thank you for being so patient with me. So much has happened since school started; I don't know what to do anymore. All I know is to continue and write this story. It's not over yet. So much is left open. This chapter has opened the door to so many problems at Hogwarts. A simple bet turned fatal and dangerous. I know, short but promising. I would appreciate it so much if you all could read my other story "Drowning in Spite," a Draco and Hermione story. It's dark, I know, but I think it's good. Please read and review. I love you all. And you've made such an impact on how I write. Thanks! The next chapter will be up November 30th. So stay tuned!
