Chapter 21. You Are Dead Meat

"I remember the enemy's hand touching her. The woman, the very one that truly belonged to me; in that instant I felt many emotions. Scorn. Rejection. Anger. Frustration. Jealousy. Rage. Hideous seething rage. Oh how I wanted to seriously maim or kill the man touching her. That all changed when I saw what he was doing to her, the pain reflected in her eyes. At that moment I knew that I had every permission to kill the man hurting the one I loved. For a moment all thought of the consequences blew with the wind. I had a duty to fulfill not only for her but for myself."

-Only Mine by S.D.L. Malfoy

"Look at me when I take you, you stupid bitch!" The man said slapping the poor girl again, this time it was even harder. A different voice came out of the Weasel's mouth. It was dark; it was deep, but more importantly it was familiar. Very familiar.

Draco recalled that he had heard the voice many times before, but he could not place a face to it.

The Weasel even had the thought to slap the seemingly defenseless girl.

Then she screamed as if the world was coming down upon her. It was scarier than a banshee's roar. It was none other than his mate.

Draco saw red as he burst through the door.

The Weasel turned around a deathly intention was in his eyes.

Draco roared, his body shifted mid-stride.

No one would harm his mate.

Black scales covered his body; dark green wings forced their way painfully out of his back causing to become even more livid. Where his hands were, now were claws. Fangs forcefully ripped through his gums causing them to bleed but he didn't care. He had more prevalent issues on his mind.

His Dracken had emerged again.

This time he was going to kill the Weasel. And nothing was going to stop him from doing so.

He didn't blink. He didn't breath. He didn't think. He just acted.

~W~

Harry ignored the food Ginny held in front of his face. Couldn't she see that he was much too old to be coddled with? He was an adult in the wizarding world and could thus feed himself by now. His redheaded girlfriend shrugged and looked down to her plate to finish up her own breakfast.

After taking a sip of pumpkin juice to wash away the taste of breakfast out of his mouth, Harry nodded toward Dean, Seamus and Neville who all sat nearby. Luna sat respectively next to her 'Hogwarts Hero' and was currently looking through a book of the unexplained.

"Have any of you seen Ron?" Harry asked as the three boys finished their last bites before answering him.

"I haven't seen at all since the whole fiasco last night," Dean provided before taking a bite out of his piece of toast.

"'e didn't show to common room, or the dorm room for that matter either." Seamus replied contemplating before engaging in breakfast once more.

"Maybe he's in punishment, who knows how harsh Snape would be towards him, especially because of an outbreak like that." Neville stated turning away from Luna for a moment.

"That's funny, but I thought that teachers couldn't make a punishment last the whole night." Harry said thinking about the night before.

"We don't Mr. Potter," the deep voice of Severus Snape made the five Gryffindors and one Ravenclaw jump from their seats. "Tell Weasely that I am expecting him to show up on time for his detention every morning. Professor McGonagall is waiting for him with his daily task, so do please tell him to hurry up." With that the new Headmaster continued his way out of the Great Hall.

If Ron wasn't with either Professor McGonagall, Snape, or even the Gryffindor common room then where the hell was he? That odd shaky feeling returned and Harry had a very bad feeling about this.

"Ginny, go get Professor McGonagall, I have the feeling that something isn't quite right with your brother," Harry stood up and left the table. The others watched him head towards the doors only to be accosted by Blaise Zabini. Ginny was not far after them but she headed toward the other direction towards Professor McGonagall's classroom.

"Potter, I have an acquisition to ask of you." Blaise called to Harry after finishing what was left of his meager breakfast.

Harry eyed the Slytherin warily, while he didn't know the young man personally Zabini was Hermione's boyfriend now, so he had to give the Slytherin some trust.

"Do you mind if we hurry, I need to go check on Hermione?" Harry stated impatiently shifting from one leg to the next waiting to hear what Zabini needed to get off his chest.

"Which is exactly what I want to talk to you about, on the account that you're her best mate and all…?" Zabini stated meeting Harry's eyes with his own. Harry felt sorry for the young man, Hermione was one force to reckon with but one thing was for sure one could never forget her. One would never want to let her go out of their lives either.

But when she was deeply upset or troubled she would let consume herself until it would all come out in one crushing blow. She would block others out as if to save them from the trouble of worrying, though it only increased their concern.

Hermione was such a fickle person to understand.

"Girlfriend troubles, Zabini?" Harry couldn't help but smirk. The young men briskly walked out of the Great Hall and towards the wing that would lead them to the Heads quarters.

"I wouldn't go there if I were you, Potter." Zabini stiffened for a second but answered Harry jokingly.

"What happened this time?" Harry asked, but he sort of had a feeling like he knew where this was going.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Blaise responded slowly, shaking his head. The two young men headed down the hall. But not before a woman's scream pierced the corridor.

Immediately the two young men sprinted towards the portrait that would lead them inside the Heads Dorms.

What lay in there surprised the both of them.

~W~

He was late. But then again punctuality was never his strong suite to begin with anyway. Snape muttered, checking his wristwatch once more.

Was he ever going to learn?

He had even taken the extra effort to wake a full three hours ahead of the average daily school schedule just to make sure that the Weasel brat would attend to his punishment duties. The youngest male Weasely was to check in with him before attending his duties given by Minerva.

But of course he didn't show up, which was odd. Which was why Minerva ended up coming to his office an hour after the Weasel boy was to perform his chores.

Snape knew that the Weasel boy never really liked him but he always showed up for a detention (even if it was five minutes later than scheduled).

Something was up, and for sure Snape smelled a rat.

His suspicions were later confirmed when he had talked (more like eavesdrop, but he was Headmaster now so he could do bloody hell whatever he wanted) to Lily's son (yes, Harry Potter was always just Lily's son in his eyes even if he despised James Potter with all the fury of hell) during breakfast, along with all his little friends of course.

But then to add to all the chaos and confusion of the pre-first day of school, Minerva sent a patronus urging him to meet her at the Head's dorm immediately. This didn't really make him feel in a dapper mood, he was going to strangle the Weasel child once he got his hands on him. But first he had better get down and figure out what was going on at the Heads Dorms.

What else was going to go wrong today?

~W~

Hermione was shocked. One minute she was trying to sort everything out in her mind as she slept and the next thing she knew was that someone was in her bedroom. When that person turned out to be Ron, she had a sinking feeling that something was not quite right.

The instant she woke up, she knew that something was terribly, terribly wrong. Her hands were tied to the bed posts; she couldn't even try to summon her wand which lay on the bedside table mere inches away from her.

Looking down Hermione saw the source of the torture.

Ron.

But he didn't exactly look like the Ron she used to know, or the Ron that had tortured her earlier only hours before. What had happened to him? What happened to the Ron that she used to know, the one she had a crush on only years before?

For this certainly wasn't her best friend, this was not the redheaded young man she loved (as a friend) and trusted for so many years.

Who was this?

Hermione growled fighting against the invisible ropes that held her in place. What sort of dark magic was this?

She had fought against his restraints, if only her Dracken heritage would kick in. She was no poor damsel in distress; she should be able to fight herself free. She had done so before during the war, so why couldn't she do it now?

Why didn't her Dracken abilities allow her to fight this predator?

Ron smiled cruelly at her, and muttered a simple silencing spell that Hermione knew that the normal Ron would never have remembered.

Hermione knew that this simply was not Ron, not even close. But where was the real Ron?

The Ron smiling evilly above her brought Hermione back from her thoughts. She had to fight back, to escape but how?

Thankfully, her incisors started to extend a bit. If the creep even as so much caressed her face she would bite him so hard that his 'manly bits' would fall off.

Ron or 'Ron' as she should say suddenly shot out his arm to caress her face. It was odd, and definitively repulsive. The man smelled of the worst sewer water ever imaginable.

Without thinking Hermione bit him, hard. Instantly he brought his hand away from her face, to look at the damage she had imposed. Hermione inwardly smiled smugly as he applied pressure to his hand and to her great delight his hand started to bleed. 'Ron' muttered a few curses before glaring back at her.

The next instant he slapped her. It was rather forceful and Hermione fought the darkness and the stars in her eyes as she heard an odd snapping noise from her neck.

Her head and neck hurt painfully but luckily the injuries were only enough to stun her. She would fight back.

"Don't do that again you got it?" he threatened looming over her again once more. The way his eyes sparkled gave Hermione the key that if she so much as made the wrong step she would be dead in a heartbeat.

Morally she couldn't let her body be felt and used like a common slut. She wasn't going to sink so low. But what could she do? Fight back and loose her life? She would have if only she could move her arms and legs.

Deeply distressed her fingernails dug deeper into her palms. Blood began to pour but still she clenched her hands even tighter, she was not going to give the man satisfaction as if he had won the battle.

Above her Ron smirked, the evil glint still reflected in his eyes. Inwardly Hermione cried for the loss of the man on the inside, the real Ron who was now missing or worse dead.

Once more struggled against the restraints, testing them out but they only shocked her instead, as if they were electrified like shock collars.

"Hush, it will all be over soon." The beast crooned as his hands torturously explored her body. He was defiling her, pretty much. His hands traveled her naked body, first slightly above average chest to trace around the areolas of her nipples, then to down her somewhat flat stomach, and then even lower.

His menacing hands traveled even farther down her body. He was pretty much feeling her sex. Fingers invaded her private hole forcefully, making her cry out. But the spell placed on her lips only silenced her painful cries.

Still fingers assaulted her, but when that wasn't enough he added more increasing her torture. Tears stung her eyes as Hermione knew that her virginity would finally be lost, and it wasn't in the way she had always hoped it would be.

She felt like some common whore.

When his chest neared hers she struggled to move her aching head to try and bite him once more. The invisible shackles only shocked her even more and she received a glare from her attacker.

Painfully he retracted his fingers from her core, only easing the pain. He looked at her and 'tsked' and then muttered another spell. This time it locked her mouth together and no matter how hard she screamed and tried it wouldn't open.

Tears sprung in her eyes, she couldn't even fight back. What happened to the Gryffindor courage? What happened to the Dracken powers? She was not a weakling to mess with; she was much stronger than that.

Hermione turned towards 'Ron' to see what he was doing. Unfortunately the bastard was undressing himself, his cock stood out in full erection.

Hermione quavered, thinking 'how could he do this to me'? Where were her friends when she needed them? Or better yet her Dracken mates that were supposed to protect her?

That moment 'Ron's' eyes met her, the darkness in them sunk into her soul. This time it was too late for anyone to come and save her.

He even chuckled evilly as if to prove the point before continuing coming closer to her. She dared not to look at him and see the satisfaction in his putrid eyes. She wasn't going to give him the gratification as if he had won the battle.

"Look at me when I take you, you stupid bitch!" he growled fiercely, slapping her with his claw like nails. Hermione could feel the blood pounding not only in her head but in her chest.

It was now or never.

She gathered as much power as she could muster, and screamed high enough to overcome his magic that held her back. Someone had to have heard her, but then again this was a big castle. She only hoped that someone was walking nearby.

'Ron' snarled at her before raking her face, it was enough to break the skin.

She certainly did not expect that one.

Hermione fought the stars once more.

~W~

Draco felt Hermione's pain as if he himself were experiencing them. Her earth shattering scream nearly broke him. Immediately his eyes had turned red, oh he wasn't just angry he was infuriated.

The Weasel bastard was so deserving of going to hell now, and Draco had a feeling that he would be taking him down to the fiery pits himself. (If that's what it took…)

Without so much as a second thought, Draco launched himself at the evil bastard who had caused his mate so much pain.

Instinctively Draco flung himself at the nearly naked wizard who was intending to rape his mate. A terrifying roar rumbled through his body, his wings expanding as his claws flung the pathetic excuse of a man onto the floor. His eyes softened for a minute as he gazed upon his mate but they instantly harden once he saw the damage inflicted upon her.

The bastard had not only marred her face but also had her restrained to the bed; Draco could smell Hermione's essence and blood on the bed sheets.

Draco's Dracken went into sensory overload, his mate was injured and he could sense her essence on this man afore him. A man who he had seen just moments before abusing her.

Before he could even think of attending his hurting mate, Draco had to deal with the mess of a man that had injured her.

Draco could barely even control himself from killing the bastard. The Dracken was in control of his body and he had no way of commanding or restraining himself.

The Dracken snarled at the man, pouncing on him like a lion on his prey that was pretty much already on its way to being dead. His claws clasped around the man's jugular, his wings spread out in full fashion. His face contorted and shifted to its dragon like elegance.

The man under him smirked up at him, only pissing Draco even further. How dare he!

"I didn't think you had it in you, nephew. Why would you even care about a mudblood?" The voice cackled.

Draco roared.

He watched with anger as the body of Ron Weasley emptied and there before him stood his uncle.

Roldolphus.

~W~

Blaise tolerated Potter. He wasn't too enthusiastic about him but he didn't dislike him either. How could he not like him for saving everyone's sorry ass from the end of the world or at least from a tyranny run by the Dark Lord himself?

He thought that if anyone could talk to Hermione it had better be him. Hermione was too keen on many girlfriends besides the Weaselette, Potter's girlfriend. Beside Harry and Hermione were great friends much before Potter's girlfriend jumped into the picture, besides Hermione always thought of Harry as her big brother.

He just didn't know what to do with her, Blaise was a bit afraid of the outcome that would result from such a confrontation. But Blaise was also afraid of what Hermione would do to herself if this issue wasn't exactly resolved either. She already was berating herself, he was afraid that it would later end with her own suicide.

Blaise was supposed to be heading out to the Quidditch Pitch to talk things over with Draco, but he had the feeling that he was better needed to talk to Hermione. He was just about to say something to Potter when a blood curdling scream flooded the floor, instantaneously he and Potter ran for the portrait that lead to the Head's Dorms. Around the surrounding walls all the other portraits moved, fear shone in each and every one of them.

He didn't give a damn anymore and muttered the simple password that would lead them to the room, his thoughts all focused on Hermione. Meanwhile Potter sent out a Patronus to hurry Professor McGonagall and his girlfriend along.

Instinctively Blaise headed directly towards Hermione's bedroom. What greeted him in the girl's bedroom certainly surprised him and infuriated him.

If Draco wasn't going to kill Ron, he certainly was.

~W~

Harry heard Hermione's scream of pain and immediately thought back to the time at Malfoy Manor. It was dark and distant memory, one that he and Hermione had never wanted to relive again. But the very octave of her scream had him running.

Harry sent out his patronus, he knew that McGonagall would need to know what exactly was going on.

Maybe she could explain why there was a Dragon like beast in the middle of the Heads Common Room.

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