Warning: This Chapter's content is very extreme. If you don't think you can stomach it, then skip it and it will pick up in the hospital wing in the next chapter. I placed a warning to where you might want to stop if you can't stomach things well. You have been warned.

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Chapter IX

Hermione walked into her Herbology class early. Professor Sprout was bustling about, getting things ready for the start of classes. Ron and Corin walked in soon after Hermione sat down.

Corin surveyed the room. It was nothing like Achaia, but it was still wonderful. Achaia was her wizarding school in America. She had just moved back to England over the summer. Corin spotted Hermione. She ran to her and embraced her.

"Corin?" Hermione was taken aback. What was her cousin doing here? "What're you doing here Corin? Why aren't you in America?"

"We moved this past summer? Didn't you know? Mum owled Aunt Ann. She owled us back saying that you were Aunt Cordelia's manor house."

"I was there. Why weren't you at the ball this summer?"

"I couldn't. We were in the middle of moving and mum wouldn't let me. I would've loved to go! I heard you turned a few heads!" She said, excitedly, taking a seat next to Hermione.

She laughed softly. "I doubt it. What house are you in?"

"Hufflepuff at the moment; I was originally sorted into Ravenclaw though."

"I'm a Gryffindor, normally."

"Is it true what Ron says? That you really broke up with The-Boy-Who-Lived to go out with a Malfoy, of all people?"

"Since when do you have something against Malfoys? And yes, it's true."

"Nothing. I've just never met one and mum speaks awfully bad about them; Aunt Cordelia seems to like them though. I will never understand our Aunts and Mums."

"To tell you the truth, me either; they're so different from one another." Hermione laughed.

Corin joined in her giggling fest.

Ron's eyes shot daggers at the two girls. He looked almost murderous. The two giggling girls never seemed to notice.

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Draco was utterly bored in Potions. Pansy was making him uncomfortable as well. She kept rubbing her left up his and trying to cop a feel. He scolded her and pushed her away. She apparently hadn't gotten the message yesterday on the train.

"Draky… C'mon… let me have some fun."

"No."

"I know that mudblood can't give you what I can." She snaked her hand to his pants and tried to 'feel him up.'

He pushed her away. "Pansy, stop this. I don't care for you like that and I'm sick of you always trying to get into my pants. And, Hermione can give me much more than you ever could."

"Draco, you'll just dirty yourself touching that mudblood. She doesn't deserve something like you. She doesn't deserve dirt." She spat. "I can give you so much more, Draky."

"Bugger off, Pansy. Don't insult Hermione; she's not a mudblood, she's a Staran."

Pansy gasped. The mudblood? A Staran?

"I knew that would shut her up."

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"Don't worry Hermione, they'll come around." Ginny said that night at dinner.

Hermione stared at the two boys who were deep in conversation and sighed softly.

"They'll come around 'Mione. They always do. I know they're livid about yesterday, but they'll get over it and realize it was for the best." Lavender said.

"I hope so guys." She said, going back to her dinner, stealing glances at the boys, who were still deep in conversation. Little did she know what was to happen that night.

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**Warning Starts Here**

Draco went back to the Head's common room early. He didn't feel like eating and Pansy was still annoying the heck out of him. He sat down with a book in the common room and started to read. About ten minutes later he heard a knock at the portrait from the Slytherin Common Room. He figured it was Pansy. He knew she would stay and keep knocking so he went up the stairs and opened it.

"Hello?" He asked into the 'empty' space. Little did he know that Potter and Weasely were under an invisibility cloak.

Draco heard someone whisper Petrificus Totalus. "Shit." He thought as he felt his body go into a complete body bind. He collapsed to the ground. He couldn't scream; he could think, he could see, and he could feel. By Merlin, he wouldn't want to feel.

Harry and Ron stepped out from under the cloak. Harry muttered a sound proofing charm on the room and pulled out a shiny silver knife. Ron had one too. They crouched down next to Draco.

They removed his robes, leaving him in only his boxers; they didn't care to see anymore. Hate and revenge filled their eyes.

Draco knew what was coming next, he saw their knives and braced himself for the pain. He knew it wouldn't be pretty.

"Well, well, Malfoy. Look who's at our disposal." Harry traced the knife down his chest and to his stomach, making a 4 inch slit. He held the knife up and watched the blood drip from it. "That was for being alive and not being worthy of anything."

"This is for Hermione." Ron slit his chest on the right side; it was about 6 inches long and a quarter inch deep.

Draco almost wished that Hermione would come and find them. He knew that they were probably going to attack her if she found them though. He prayed to the gods that she wouldn't come in.

"This is for taking my Hermione away." Harry cut deeply into Draco's flesh, deeper than Ron's cut. He traced from the nape of his neck to his bellybutton.

Draco was screaming inside. He wasn't able to cry. Don't come in here Hermione. Don't come in.

Harry and Ron placed cuts along his body, a reason for each. Soon, Draco was just one bloody mess. Searing pain shot through his body. He heard a knock.

Don't come in! He wanted to scream.

"Draco?" He heard from outside the door. It was Hermione's voice.

Harry smirked and continued making cuts on Draco. Drawing blood, each one deeper than the last.

Hermione opened the door and Harry rushed to her, grabbing her by the hair, holding the knife to her throat. She screamed. She saw a bloody mess on the floor. It was Draco.

She reached to pull out her wand.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted. Hermione's wand flying to him. He threw it across the room and forced her onto the bed.

Harry started beating her as Ron continued ripping Draco's skin apart. He punched her and even cut her flesh some. Then he ripped her robes from her body. Fear was apparent in her eyes. She kept screaming; no one could hear her.

Draco heard her. He knew what was coming. Harry was going to take her by force. He tried to close his ears to her screams. It was impossible. The last thing he heard before he passed out was Hermione screaming in pain.

Harry had ripped her robes and clothes from her body. He had removed his own pants and boxers. He muttered a pain-enhancing charm. He wanted her to feel what he had felt when he found out about Malfoy and her.

He plunged into her. Every thrust he made was harder. He slapped her as she screamed. Cursing her. He made cuts on her breasts and her stomach and her womanhood. Next time she would think twice before she hurt him. She soon passed out as well. Bruises had formed on her face and her mangled body. Harry took one last thrust and came inside of her. He slapped her face one last time and got redressed.

Draco was a bloody mess.

"Let's go Ron. We'll let him die in pain."

Ron kicked him one last time and followed Harry. Both boys got under the invisibility cloak and exited through the portrait, accidentally leaving the door ajar.

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Pansy walked up the stairs to Draco's room. She wanted to apologize. She noticed the portrait was slightly ajar. She walked in and screamed. She didn't know what to think. She saw two people, a girl who wasn't recognizable, because of her bruises and blood, laying on the bed and a boy on the ground who was covered in cuts and blood and bruises. Could this be Draco and Hermione. She saw a tuft of silver-blonde hair and realized that the boy was Draco. She screamed again.

Pansy quickly ran out of the room to get Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore. It was crucial that she get to them as fast as she could. Either one looked like they were dead, or on the brink of death.

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