Chapter 2 - Draco turns violent

Hermione's left eyelid twitched. Her dream had been so wonderful. Draco Malfoy had, in her dream, apologised to her for all the heartache he had caused and begged her for forgiveness. It was splendid.

Hermione opened her eyes to the bright sunlight baking her. She started to stretch, then felt a weight on her waist. She turned around with a start.

Hermione was on the four-poster bed with Draco Malfoy! And worse still, it was his arm on her waist!

Panic reigned. What should I do? Hermione thought, frightened. She tried to lift Draco's arm off her.

Draco stirred and caught Hermione staring at him and blushing. He was aware that her face was just inches away from his and he could feel her breath on his face.

"Had a good night?" he said, smirking as Hermione blushed deeper. She sat up suddenly and glared at him, as if she had thought of something.

"Malfoy, you're sick! What did you do to me?" she said loudly and furiously, widening her eyes.

"Do what?" he asked, confused by her reaction.

Realization dawned on him. She thought he touched her?

He raised his eyebrow. "I tore your clothes and... you know," he said simply, smirking.

Hermione gaped at him in horror. "You what!" she shrieked.

"You heard me," Draco sneered, laughing inwardly.

Hermione slapped him. As the sound echoed through the room, they looked at each other in surprise. She thought she saw a pained look on Draco's face but it had gone as quickly as it had came, so she couldn't be sure.

He pinned her onto the bed in an instant.

Hermione panicked and struggled under Draco's weight. "Malfoy, let me go," she said in between gasps.

Draco's eyes flashed dangerously. "I don't think I deserved that slap, Granger," he hissed.

She gulped inwardly and felt the sleeve of her blouse slipping -

Wait a minute. Draco said he had tore her clothes. He was lying! Hermione almost fainted in relief.

But now she had a problem. She had hit him for no reason. "I-I'm sorry," Hermione stammered.

"You didn't sound sorry when you gave me that slap," he snarled.

He looks so scary, Hermione thought, frightened. "I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking. I-I'm sor-" she whispered.

It was then it happened.

Draco ignored her and kissed her roughly and viciously.

A tingle shot past Hermione.

She tried to avoid his mouth and gasped aloud. "Malfoy... stop please..." she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.

Draco ignored her and continued to kiss her from forehead to neck.

"Draco..." Hermione whispered, now crying.

He stopped and got off the bed, looking at her.

Tears ran down Hermione's cheeks as she sobbed silently.

Where was the Draco who had been so gently in fifth year? Where was the Draco who thought only she mattered?

Gone, she thought bitterly.

Draco cleared his throat and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "breakfast".

Hermione shrugged, her eyes puffy as she stared off into space. She never thought she would actually say this, but right now, she just wanted to leave this horrid place, leave this terrible Malfoy, return home to Ron and pretended this whole issue had never happened.

Draco left the bedroom, his face burning. He couldn't believe what he had just done to Hermione. How could he?

Draco closed the bedroom door behind him and walked towards Lucius' study room, where he was watching Hermione through a television.

"Father," Draco called out dutifully.

Lucius pointed at the television. "Look at that mudblood," he spat.

"Her name," Draco said. "Is Hermione."

Lucius spun around in his swivel chair and smirked at Draco. "Poor Draco. Doesn't your heart ache?" he mocked. Draco looked away with a pained look. "She doesn't even love you, son. I don't understand what's keeping you from being a death eater."

"You liar!" Draco yelled, glaring at Lucius. "She does love me!"

Lucius cocked his eyebrow. "Yes, yes. She must have loved you too much to go back to that red-haired Weasley."

Draco growled at his father. "It doesn't matter. I love her and I don't want her to be hurt."

"Poor Beliarosa," Lucius emphasized. "She's going to be so crushed that her favourite guy is in love with a mudblood."

"What are you talking about?" Draco snapped. "Beliarosa is non-exist -" he stopped.

"How did you know about her? I never told you!"

Lucius laughed shortly. "Of course I know her! Her mother and I go way back," he said, smirking. "I sent her to break you and Granger up. Can't have my only son to be in love with a mudblood, can I?"

"WHAT!" Draco roared in anger.

Lucius laughed again, much to the annoyance of Draco. He snapped his fingers and a dark-haired woman appeared. Beliarosa.

She curtsied gracefully. "We meet again, Draco," she said, her voice like honey.

She's grown even more beautiful, if possible. Draco tore his eyes away.

"I have to go," Draco said shortly, slamming the door of the study room. His head throbbed, flashing memory after memory of Beliarosa. As he walked back to the room, he spotted a head of straight brown hair and cursed under his breath. Draco raised his wand and flicked at her.

Hermione couldn't move. Shit! she thought. He found me!

In a second, she was back to the room, Draco glaring at her.

"Did I say you could leave?" Draco asked, his blue-grey eyes flashing.

"I... I..." she stammered.

Draco pushed her against the wall. "Never. Leave. This. Room." He started to kiss her violently on the lips.

No! Not again! Hermione cried out and bit his lip.