Attention, this chapter contains… well, M-rated content. I want to let you know now, so you can not complain when you start wailing 'she never told me, I didn't know!' I just told you, so here it is.

Also, do not leave a pile of hate reviews for what happens in this chapter. It is necessary to the plot, and that's all there is to it.

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Chapter 10- All His and Her Reflection

Ron sat alone in the dormitory. He stared out the window at the clear, star twinkling sky.

Damn her! She probably doesn't even miss me, he thought glumly. Dumb bitch, how can she not get what Malfoy is up to? I have to make her see that we are right for each other.

But, she isn't going to listen to what I have to say. Besides, Malfoy will probably barge in anyway, just like he did in the Three Broomsticks. Damn him.

I'm going to talk to her. I'll tell her what he's planning. And she's going to listen to me, she has to.

I'll make her.

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"Done," Hermione said happily, closing her Potions book.

"Are you serious? I'm still 6 inches short of being done," Draco complained. They were in the library, trying to finish the 15-inch essay on the Polyjuice Potion Snape had assigned them.

"Then hurry up, I'm not waiting for you forever."

"Just go," Draco said glumly. "Ill finish here and then I'll be up."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind waiting."

"Go. You can turn in early, or," he said smiling, "you can wait up for me."

"I think I'll have a hot bath before I turn in."

"Fine," he said, giving her a kiss. "Have fun without me."

"I will." She smiled. "But, you never know, I may just wait up for you."

"Sounds like fun," Draco said, smirking.

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Hermione sighed in pleasure as she sank into the hot water. Bubbles surrounded her body, giving off a light fruity scent. The candles on the wall gave the room a romantic feel. Only one thing was missing, and that was Draco.

As if on cue, there was a light knock on the bathroom door. Wow, he finished fast.

"Come in," she called.

The door swung open, but to her surprise, it wasn't Draco.

"Ronald! What are you doing here? And how did you get in here?" She sunk down lower in the bath.

Ron stood in the doorway, temporarily forgetting what he wanted when he saw Hermione in the bath.

"Oh," he said stupidly, realizing he was staring. "Ginny told me to say your name when the people in the picture asked. I needed to talk to you."

"Can it wait? I'm in the bath if you haven't noticed." She crossed her arms over her chest, concealing her cleavage.

"No, it can't."

"Well, can you at least leave so I can get dressed?" He turned around.

"Or not," she said to herself. She made sure he couldn't see her before reaching out and wrapping a towel firmly around her body, concealing every part she could. "What did you need to tell me?"

He turned back around. He saw Hermione standing there, wearing only a single white towel, her hair in dripping ringlets that clung to her wet skin. He walked closer to her, and leaned against a wall, leering at her.

"Hermione, I came here to tell you that I forgive you for going out with Malfoy, everyone makes mistakes." He grabbed her hand. "I want to give our relationship a new chance."

She pulled her hand away. "There was no relationship, Ron. I don't think of you as anything more than a friend, and I never will."

She stopped abruptly when his hand connected painfully to the side of her face. She stood there, utterly shocked at what he had done. "What the hell! Get out, Ron," she spat.

"I gave you a second chance, and you just blew it." He glared down at her.

"Please, just leave," she pleaded.

"No thanks, I'd rather stay." He came close to her. She tried to step back but couldn't; she was backed up against a wall.

"Ron, you're scaring me!"

"Good." He pushed her firmly against the wall. "Kiss me," he ordered.

"No."

"Do it!" He raised his hand again, as though to strike her.

She kissed him quickly on the cheek.

He held her hands over her head and tried to rip her towel off. She tried to wriggle away, but he had her hands firmly pressed to the wall.

"You aren't going anywhere," he put emphasis on 'anywhere'. "I'm not done talking yet." He pulled her towel off and ran his hands over her naked body, making her shudder.

"Please Ron, leave," she pleaded. "I won't say a thing, I'm sorry I hurt you, but leave."

"Damn right you won't say anything. You will keep your mouth shut, or I will hurt you." He smiled cruelly at her. "I can make it look like an accident, understand?"

She didn't move, she only stared up at his once warm, friendly brown eyes. They were cold and full of anger. "Answer me, god damn it!" he screamed and slapped her again.

She nodded.

"Good. Now, tell me you love me."

"I…I…I hate you Ronald Weasley!"

"FUCKING BITCH!" He slammed her onto the floor. He hit her face and body repeatedly. "I loved you. You broke my heart, so now I'm breaking yours."

He was amazed how easy this was. He hadn't even come here to do this… but it was easy. Forget just kissing her, he could make her go all the way. That would be something Malfoy could never have, her virginity. It was his…

All his.

He spread apart her legs and thrust into her. "You… bitch…" he said, as he moved in and out forcefully.

Her vision faded from white to black. She couldn't see, but she could feel everything he did to her. He was tearing her apart emotionally and physically. Why is he doing this to me? Help me, anyone…she silently prayed.

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Draco was heading back to the common room when someone bumped into him. "Watch it Weasel!" he warned when he saw who it was. Ron just looked at him, a mix of fear and happiness on his face.

"What?" Draco asked. "You have a problem, or should I dock points for possibly injuring a Head?"

"Stupid Weasley," he muttered to himself as he turned away.

"Draco Malfoy," he said to the portrait as he reached it. He stepped through, and saw that the bathroom lights were on. So she did wait up for me, he thought happily.

But when he reached the bathroom, the scene wasn't quite as he expected.

Instead of his girlfriend waiting happily in the bath, with bubbles and candles lit like he had hoped, blood covered the floor. A person was laying on the floor, huddled into a tight ball, shaking fiercely.

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"Hermione!" Someone was shaking her. It was black, very black. "Hermione!"

"No… get out," she tried to scream, but it came out as a hoarse whisper. "Leave me alone… don't… no…"

Her eyes snapped open. She was on the floor of the bathroom; someone was standing over her, shaking her. "Draco?"

"What in the hell happened?" he demanded. "Who did this?" She didn't answer. "Who did this, Hermione?" he asked again.

"No one did this," she said quietly. "I must have slipped," she lied, remembering what Ron had told her. He couldn't hardly do anything worse than what he did tonight…

"No fall gave you those bruises, Hermione."

"Please Draco, I just slipped."

"Baby, what really happened? You are covered in bruises, a fall didn't do that."

She sat up, wincing. "I slipped and fell," she insisted.

Draco eyed her closely. "I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey." He made to pick her up but she wouldn't let him.

"Don't touch me Draco," she said, becoming ridgid. At the hurt look on his face, she added, "Please. Just don't."

"But-"

"No. I'll be fine," she insisted, though her head screamed otherwise. "I just need to go to bed. Please," she pleaded.

"Fine," Draco said. "But you're going tomorrow."

He picked Hermione up gently and carried her up to her bedroom. As he helped her dress in her pajamas, he noticed blood along her inner thighs. How did that get there? He had his suspicions, and if they turned out accurate, he would murder the sick bastard who did it.

He pulled down the covers and laid the shaking Hermione gently down. He pulled the covers over her and crawled next to her. He pulled her close to his body, and though she didn't seem to realize the gesture, he fell asleep with her in his arms.

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The following morning, Hermione woke in extreme pain. Her whole body ached. She slowly pulled away from Draco, not wanting to wake him, not wanting him to see her, and stood up. There was pain in every part of her body, especially in her lower abdomen.

She stumbled downstairs and into the bathroom. She immediately shook when she saw the wall and tile floor around the bath.

How could he do this to me?

She felt violated, used, and dirty. She had to get this feeling off of her. She stepped around the bathtub and entered a small tile shower. She stripped off her clothes carefully, behind the safety of the shower door. She whimpered when the hot water touched her bruises, so she turned it to cold, and just stood under it.

She grabbed a loofah from the wall and scrubbed at her body, every inch, trying to rid herself of the filth that she knew covered her body. When she was done, she washed her hair, desperately trying to scrub away the memories of the previous night. Finally she finished, and 'Accio-ed' towels from the opposite counter. She wrapped her hair in one, another around her waist and legs, and a third around her arms and chest. She was going to be properly covered, no one was going to see her.

She stepped out of the shower and walked to the mirror. She forced herself not to cry when she saw her reflection.

Her once smooth skin was full of cuts and bruises, contrasting with her face, which was still quite pale. She had one particular cut that reached from the left side of her fore-head, down to the corner of her mouth. It was shallow, but it still was painful to the touch. She lifted a corner of the towel around her legs. Her legs were covered in throbbing bruises. She couldn't control herself, and she began to cry. Her tears burned when they touched a cut.

He took everything from me last night.

I can't even cry…

A throat cleared behind her.

She screamed in terror, before whirling around. She held the towels tight around her body, but it was only Draco who stood there.

"Go back to bed, baby," Draco said. "I'll bring you up something to eat."

"I'm not hungry," she said.

"You need to eat something," Draco insisted. "It's either you eat, or I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing."

"Fine, I'll eat something," Hermione nodded to show she was serious, even though the thought of eating made her sick, and exited the bathroom.

Draco watched her as she went, now almost sure his suspicions were accurate.

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Wow, that was intense, huh? I know you all will think I'm horrible for doing something like this to poor Hermione, but it will all come into play later.

Besides that, how interesting would a story be if it went like this- Draco is magically Hermione's love, they have passionate sex the first night they go back to school, they get married the next week, and they all live together with Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Blaise, in a big Snow White mansion? Right, it wouldn't be interesting at all.

Also, I am getting a heck of a lot more reviews. Thank You! to everyone who has reviewed! It means a great pile of happiness for me when I read them. So, keep on reading and reviewing!

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Emma

A last note- I had over 2,000 words this chapter! Woop, Woop!