Warning for implied rape
"Draco Malfoy!"
He's prepared this time. "Yes, Granger?"
"You," she furiously points her finger at him, "spread false rumors that I slept with Theodore Nott!"
"And?" he challenges.
"And what?" she snaps. "Everyone believes them! People are staring at me, whispering about me, and some of the boys have been implying things about me!"
"What do you want me to do?" He stands up defiantly. "Want me to disprove the rumors? They're true, you know. You're nothing but a slutty whore."
Her face goes ashen and her eyes widen, two beacons of glowing hot fear, which quickly transforms into anger.
"How dare you?!"
He deserves it. He deserves to be hit. He braces himself for the inevitable impact.
But when it comes, he doesn't feel pain. Instead, he's transported to another world.
The past. But it's not his past, it's hers.
She's not supposed to be out. It's late, past her curfew, but she had needed the sleeping pills — she had an exam the next morning, but she couldn't sleep. Her parents had no idea — they were fast asleep.
It is dark, eerily so, and all is quiet. It's frankly unnerving, because she's used to the hustle-and-bustle. And to add to it, this is the first time she's been out at night without her parents accompanying her.
It's just a feeling, she tells herself. It's nothing. She'll be at home soon, safe and sound.
But just as that thought crosses her mind, a hand slaps over her mouth, muffling her scream of surprise. A couple of seconds later, she's being pushed into an alley.
"You're mine," a voice hisses greedily, his hands crawling down to the waistband of her jeans, trying to tug them down. "You're mine, you little whore."
She's screaming, writhing, but her assailant has the foresight to shove a gag into her mouth. Her hands grope blindly around, trying to find some part of him she can seize, but he manages to grab her flailing hands and tie them behind her.
"I'm not going to blindfold you because I want to see every moment of it," he growls, his mouth stretching into a leer, showing yellowed teeth.
His fingers finally undo the button, but she doesn't stop struggling. He slowly starts to yank down his pants and his boxers...
He jerks himself away; he can't bear to watch any longer.
"I'm...sorry," he says truthfully. "I'm sorry I called you a — a—"
He can't say the word again.
Pearled tears roll down her cheeks. "I hate you," she cries. "I hate you!"
And she flees from the room, leaving Draco to feel stunned and defeated.
Dear Granger - sorry, Hermione,
Words cannot describe how deeply and truly apologetic I am. Really. There are no words in the English language that express how I feel.
I'm not going to make excuses for what I said. I started those rumors because I was jealous. Jealous of how you make me feel. Jealous of how you could light up a room when you walked in. Jealous of all the attention you were given.
I'm jealous because I fancy you.
I know this may seem like the coward's way out, writing a letter, but I can't face you, after what happened. I keep thinking about the memory you shared with me, and I remember feeling how scared you were.
You're not a slut, whore, anything. You're Hermione Granger. You're unique, special, amazing, and I'm petty. The world doesn't deserve you. Neither do I.
I leave you with those parting words, and I understand if you never want to speak to me again.
Sincerest wishes,
Draco Malfoy
To clarify, this is university/college!au
Written for:
Assignment 2, Intro to Quidditch Task 2 - Bludgers: Write about someone or something causing harm.
Romance Awareness - The first time you touch your soulmate (shake hands, brush skin, whatever) you're forced to relive the best and/or worst day of their lives. (This can be past or future, your choice).
WC: 607