Chapter Two: Everything She Has Been Dreaming Of

Isn't three

Quarters of life a

Guilty pleasure?

-Joan Collins-

"Please!"

Hermione panted as her vision grew dimmer. Her body lurched unnaturally before being slammed back onto the bed as fingers dug into her sides. Searing pain assaulted her as the coiling in her stomach grew tighter. The lines between pleasure and pain blurred a long time ago, creating a symphony that can only be described as euphoria.

"I am-"

The sentence was never completed as a loud screech escaped her before everything quietened.

This was it. The happiness that was promised.

The high.

Is it real though?

Cannot be.

For years she longed for the day that she would finally feel complete. To see the world in all its color and beauty. To be able to feel the tiny vibrations that cumulate to cause the ripple that until now, had always been what she considered an exaggeration.

A fluke.

Maybe it was. Maybe once her heart stops trying to beat out of her chest, reality will set in. Perhaps it is an illusion. A dream. An extrapolation of her subconscious to fulfill what her body desperately starves of.

No.

She needed more.

Craved more.

"Here, you need to hydrate." A hand slipped behind her neck, slowly propping her up against the bed frame. Whimpers filled the room as she scrambled to hold on to the wizard holding her detachedly.

He seemed upset. Had she failed to meet his expectations?

"Please. I am sorry. Please-"

She had to let him know that she was sorry.

"Water, now!" The glass pressed against her lips insistently as Malfoy grabbed hold of her wrists in one hand. His grip tightened stopping her from touching the obvious arousal still hidden inside his trousers.

"I-"

Hermione could only give out a yelp before she found her face pressed into the bedding as she was hauled onto his lap, face down.

"Count!"

It was followed by a rain of smacks on her backside as she screamed before slumping into darkness.

"Taking a hazard guess, she has not had a proper meal for days. Any form of alcohol no matter the strength consumed excessively and in her case, for a prolonged duration without adequate hydration can be detrimental to her health. The test results are in and to say that it is concerning does not justify the gravity of this situation. If she had even a single additional drink, no matter the amount, we would be dealing with a failed liver."

Hermione winced at the glaring wizard that stood unerringly still next to her bed aptly hanging on to every word while the doctor droned on about her recklessness.

Her addiction.

Here in this Muggle hospital, she is just another patient with alcohol abuse. Had it been St. Mungo's she would be another name added to the growing list that was tucked into Harry's desk. A suspect of a case she is the co-in-charge of.

A criminal.

The incessant unsynchronized beeping from various machines added to the pounding in her head as she groaned softly. Still disoriented, she could not will her brain to come up with a prompt solution, let alone focus on anything except the persistent throbbing in between her legs. Flashes of her most recent rendezvous flooded her with emotions as she moaned in both desperation and humiliation.

A concerned glance at her paused the Doctor's monologue, giving her a short respite from being berated while she was minutes away from reaching completion. He simply peered at her for a moment before scribbling on the file in his hand. Two fingers pressed on her wrist as he took her pulse before giving her another disapproving look.

"We have started her on fomepizol along with folinic acid which will help counteract issues at hand. She will remain here for the next 12 hours for close monitoring and if she is improving, we can discuss changing her to the ward. These are the admission forms. Fill them and submit them to the nurse station. Actually, let's have a sister get her changed, into a hospital gown, as we speak. There is much to be discussed."

Still silent, Malfoy nodded as the Doctor waved a nurse over.

"Change her and keep her NPO for the time being."

"Wait, admitted?" Hermione croaked weakly as a bout of dry cough took over her.

The nurse rushed to her side, rubbing her back and helping her sit up. A wave of nausea took over her before she could barely turn to her side and retched helplessly. Her vision blurred but she saw the unmistakable blue vomit that was described in multiple reports that came across her desk. She was a deer stuck in light as strong hands maneuvered her onto her side while a hand held her hair back.

"Fuck, Granger!"

His anger vibrated through him as he wrapped his arms around her tightly while her body seized unnaturally before everything went black.

"- as much fault of ours as it is-"

"It is not like we-"

"There is not much we-"

"Quiet!" The chattering stopped immediately.

"She's waking up." The bed dipped as someone sat next to her taking her hand. The soothing rubbing motion helped her gain a bearing on her surroundings. Gone were the beeping sounds and endless stream of pitter-patter. A chart projected near her bed recorded various readings at an alarming rate while turning red every once in a while.

St. Mungo's.

How and when she got here was the least of her concern. Alarm bells rang as she realized that by now they knew everything. Terror filled her as a red spark shot from her bed. Within seconds a healer was by her side coaxing a potion down her throat.

She felt her eyes close before she was even lowered back onto the bed.

"Hermione, please! You have to eat more than this. Three tiny bites do not count as a meal!" Ginny slammed her hand on the table in frustration. The pasty cream table creaked in protest before sliding towards her a bit.

The bowl of porridge looked even more disgusting up close.

Healthy. That's what it was called. Nutritious.

All under the guidance of her dietician who ironically sported a huge belly and was undoubtedly overweight. The level of hypocrisy would have been amusing had it not been for the four who constantly hung around her. Healer's orders were law to those who used to break every rule ever since they became acquainted. Now, they followed the instructions to a 't'. Right from how much time she was to sit propped up to the amount of fluid she was taking.

It has been a week since she woke up at the hospital with Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Malfoy at her bedside.

Six days since she was told of the condition of her body by the senior healer in charge who did not mince his words. The heavy undertone of disappointment was not as bad as the prodding stares by those in attendance.

Harry's heavy sigh almost broke through her resolve, but it was neither the time nor the place to discuss the full extent of her actions.

Five days since she stopped tensing whenever someone opened their mouth, waiting for the inevitable talk that never came. Spewing silently, she alternated between pangs of guilt and anger.

Whether it was for her benefit or by the Healer's orders, she did not know, but no one dared to address the elephant in the room.

Four days since she was allowed to eat anything apart from soups and porridge. Soft bland food that tasted like sandpaper in her mouth. Hermione convinced herself that it was the reason why her meals regularly made a reappearance a few hours after she managed to shove them down her throat.

Her body rejected the pathetic excuse of food.

Yes, that is what it was.

Three days since she was first allowed to take a proper shower under the watchful eyes of a nurse. It was either the nurse or Ginny. Days after being forced to use the bedpan and cleansing spells that left her feeling dirty enough to agree with any stipulations.

She knew to pick her battles wisely.

Two days since she woke up with the familiar throbbing in between her legs. Her skin was hot and clammy as she gritted her teeth barely suppressing the growl as she once again was refused privacy in the bathroom.

A minute, that is all she asked for. Not a second after she voiced out her request, it was promptly denied by Malfoy who simply arched his brow at her snarl. They were at an impasse for three hours before Hermione finally gave in to the threat of being forced to use the bedpan again.

Clenching the spoon in her fist tightly, Hermione threw a hate-filled look at Ginny before pushing the plate away.

"Hermione!" Ginny snapped at her, causing her to grind her teeth loudly.

Would she never shut up?

A hand grabbed her wrist causing the coil inside her to unwind.

It felt cathartic.

The sound of glasses shattering through the room was heard across the hall triggering the hospital warning system. Blaring alarm caused a frenzy as shouts and a flurry of feet were heard before Harry and Ron barged into the room with another Auror behind them.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, taking in the scene. Ginny's heavy breathing filled the room while she looked at Hermione in disbelief. Protected under a blue bubble of shield, the space they occupied was a sharp contrast to the destruction that painted the room.

A wave from Harry had the shards of glasses swept to the side and a nod from him brought down the shield Ginny conjured timely. No one spoke for a minute as the three wizards trained their wands at her in trepidation.

Waiting for the attack that never came.

Ignoring the attention on her, Hermione plopped down on the bed yanking the covers over her head determined to tune out the rest of the world. Whispers filled the silent room prior to everyone clearing out, shutting the door quietly. Another few seconds passed before she grabbed Ginny's wand, which she snuck under her pillow that morning, and she disapparated with a crack.

Apparating behind her usual spot in the alley, Hermione quickly transfigured her hospital gown to a black bodycon dress that barely covered her ass. Undergarments were not necessary at where she is headed so she did not bother with them.

A sharp pull on her iv cannula followed by a healing charm had her left wrist moving properly for the first time in three days. Twirling her wand at her hair, Hermione charmed it to a sleek updo before transfiguring her socks into heels.

Contraceptive charm glowed her midsection as she strode behind the trash can and pressed her wand to a brick on the wall. A quick glance over her shoulders, she smirked in victory before slipping through the door that appeared out of nowhere.

"Two Dark 'n Stormy. Put it on the tab." Hermione popped on the stool and drummed her fingers on the counter impatiently.

A glare at the barkeeper had him scurrying to pour her first drink. Seeing as she is regular, the staff knew what was expected. Piling her up with drinks as requested leaves the regular seedy customers safe and the business running successfully.

"Woah! Slow down there!"

Her drink was snatched away by a wizard who slipped into the stool next to her. Must be a newcomer since most tend to stay away until she joins the dance floor. Three drinks and she's ready to have fun.

Not a second before that.

"What misery are you trying to drown yourself into?"

"Why is it always some misery? Are the women reduced to nothing except damsels in distress?" Hermione snapped annoyingly before drowning the other drink in front of her.

Signaling for one more, she closed her eyes as the tension in her body started to seep away for the first time after so long.

She would get her release.

Soon.

"Not in the mood to talk about it. Got it! Are you in the mood to forget about it?" The hand placed on her thigh suggestively made the throbbing in between her thighs more prominent.

How many days had it been since she was filled properly? Not that it mattered now that there is someone offering.

A quick cursory glance at the wizard and his brown hair, dark skin, and decently tailored suit had her saying yes without any contemplation. From the growing bulge in his trouser, she could tell that he would do just fine.

Just what she needed.

Twirling on her stool, she raised her dress a bit higher, walking away from the wizard who threw far too many gallons on the counter before rushing behind her like a moth attracted to light. Men are all words and puffing their chest to assert dominance, but would fall onto their knees for any available pussy.

A slave to sinful pleasures of life.

"I know a place." A firm body molded into hers grinding provocatively while guiding her through a narrow space behind the stack of spare tables at the corner of the bar. The unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing through the layers of the clothes had her hips buckling towards him shamelessly.

"Needy girl." Tutting playfully, the wizard pulled her closer lifting her left leg and allowing him to press directly into her heat.

"Gods! You are a bitch in heat aren't you?" Lips attached to her neck sucking noisily as a hand cupped her in between her legs. She could feel the wetness that coated his fingers making lewd sounds. A finger pressed into her without warning had her grip his shoulders for balance.

"More!" Hermione ground her hips into his hand, as she reached out to unfasten the belt.

"Like this?" Another finger scissored in her as he licked his lips looking at her as she dragged his cock out of his trousers.

A few pumps later she scooped the precum gathering at the tip of his cock and licked her fingers.

"Fucking hell! I am going to ruin this pussy!"

Several heads turned at the sharp screech that permeated through the bar before a familiar groan followed that had some of them shake their heads in disappointment. Moans filled the bar as the tables at the corner trembled with the tell-telling sound of rough fucking that broke a round of cheers and hoots from the bar. Some shifted uncomfortably on their seats while the rest palmed themselves boldly enjoying the free show.

Only a few noticed the blonde-haired wizard who strode into the bar stopping for a moment to speak with the bartender before striding purposefully towards the scene of commotion. A crash of body against the tables urged everyone towards the narrow passage only to find a wizard stunned on the ground with his trousers around his knees.

"What the fuck?"

Hermione screamed in frustration while stumbling to maintain her balance from the abrupt disapparation. Adrenaline kicked in as arms wrapped around her while she buckled and scratched like a wildcat.

"Enough!"

Malfoy.

Of course, it was him.

Hermione saw red as she screamed and pounded the arms that were heaving her forward through the room. Nails scraped through his shirt, but neither his grip nor his stride faltered. Digging her heels to the ground with all the force she can muster, Hermione bent down and bit the arm that was tightening around her waist painfully.

"Fucking hell!"

Draco growled at Hermione before she found herself lifted into his arms and turned onto her stomach across his knee. Endless smacks rained on her bare ass relentlessly before three fingers were pushed inside her, tripping her over the precipice that she stood for, for days.

Disclaimer: Wizarding World belongs to JKR.

A/N:

It's been a while. Slowly getting back to writing again.

YES! I got inspired by the song Lily by Alan Walker. Used to listen to it on repeat and it was the first song that came to my mind when I thought of writing another story. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!