A/N: I hope that we're all on the same page here when I say that this is a
"very R rated fic." I hope this will be taken into account when you read
this. ***That means descriptive (but not very) sex, violence, and harsh
language.***
VelvetBlood started it out as a humor/romance. Ain't happening. It's only going to get worse from here. Unhappiness, sex, and violence ahead. You have all been forewarned.
Chapter 11
Hermione spent a lot of time thinking over the following days.
How could you think you were ready.he used you. He made you his toy, his doll, and you fell for it..No, I didn't. I wanted it, didn't I? Sure, I have no taste. No. He is pretty and all. You just have no common sense. That's what happens when you hang out with rule breakers like Harry and Ron.You knew it was going to hurt though. All the magazines tell you that. And a little blood is inevitable. It'll stop hurting the more you do it. Sure, he did make it worse, and it's not as though it's a tiny thing either. I wonder, is he considered above average? I'll have to ask him next.time.
Oh shit.
Such thinking continued for days as she spent as much time as possible in her room. Even during classes she would let her mind drift into such thoughts. "Hermione," Ron spoke to her after a distracting potions lesson. "Class is this way, remember?" She had been wandering off in the wrong direction.
"Oh, sorry," she muttered vaguely.
"What is going on in your head?" Harry asked.
She spoke before thinking. "Mental torment?" Oops. "It's nothing," she said quickly, going from a walk to a near run.
The two had to run to catch up to her. Harry spoke. "Um, Hermione-"
"Mental torment is not 'nothing.' " Ron finished for him.
"If you talk to us," Harry explained, "we might be able to help you with any sort of problem you might be having. We're your friends Hermione. Your best friends. We just want to fix whatever's wrong."
Hermione stopped mid footstep. "You can't. You can't fix this! No one can."
Ron frowned. "You know, you've been weird since the term started. What happened to you over the summer? The clothes, the hair. That muggle.thing. I think those cousins of yours were a bad influence on you."
"I agree," a voice said from behind them. "Damn Americans!" All three turned to find Malfoy smirking at them, or, more pointedly, at Hermione.
"Go away, Malfoy." Harry said coldly.
"I'm just going to class," he said defensively. "Look, Weasley, I just said that I *agreed* with you. Turned her into a complete slut over the summer. She's probably got guys slipping her the meat every night." Hermione shook her head with fear in her eyes. 'No,' she mouthed pleadingly.
Harry and Ron were paying her no mind, eyes on the enemy. "Take that back, Malfoy!" Harry said hotly.
"Oh, come on. I know it's hard to accept. Mostly because she's not giving it to either of you."
Ron pulled his wand first, Harry directly following him. "Ron, no!" Hermione cried. "All of you stop it!" She stepped between them. "Don't you two see? That's just what he wants you to do. Hurt him, and he'll run straight to Snape, and you'll be the ones in trouble."
They lowered their wands as Malfoy grinned. "Wow, Granger, my slut." The inflection on the word 'my' was so light that only she noticed it. "You think you've got my number, don't you?"
"I've certainly got something of yours."
"Maybe you'll surprise me yet. See you later, baby. Eleven, right? After Ernie McMillan? I'm looking forward to it." He strutted away.
"That asshole," Ron swore, with Harry's agreement. "You shoulda' let us take care of him, Hermione. I would have Avada Kedavra'd his arse half-way to China." He glanced to his right. "Sorry, Harry."
Hermione shook her head. "I can take care of myself, you know. I *am* an adult."
"No, you only think you are."
"Leave me alone, Ron."
***
Draco felt satisfied as he left them, only hoping that Granger had gotten his invitation, and if she did, if she would show. He would hate to have to track her down in the library for a second time and chance discovery, as exciting as that had been.
He still hadn't taken full advantage of that fun little muggle device, and had full intentions of doing so before he let this.project drop. He knew the chances of it continuing were slim, playing without repercussions anyway. The girl would only take so mush shit before turning him in to someone, or worse, turning him into something. He very much doubted that she would be against transfiguration as revenge, and he still occasionally had nightmares of a white ferret.
He was so looking forward to their possible meeting later that night that he found his mind wandering to images of her half-naked body as he attempted to do his homework. He simply could not concentrate on his report about vampires.
He was torn out of his fantasy when Crabbe asked him a question. "Where does a Hemogoblin live?"
"It's Hemo*globin.* And why are you such an idiot? You'd be better off paying someone smart to do your homework for you."
"Geeze. You've been in a bad mood for two or three days. It's kind of annoying."
"Annoying? Since when do you have the nerve to be annoyed?" Crabbe shrugged. "Get the fuck out of here, before I turn you into a frog."
Crabbe heaved up his heavy frame and shuffled away, a dog with his tail between his legs. "I'll give you ten Galleons to do my paper," he said, turning back.
"Go!" Draco threw his quill at the other boy.
Pansy slipped into the empty seat. "Hey Crabbe.I'll do it for fifteen," she called after him. She then turned her attention back to Draco. "Hi. What's up?"
"Nothing." He fished another quill out of his bag. "What do you need money for anyway?"
"My parents cut my allowance, and I need a new vibrator," she said in an offhanded tone.
"A new *what*?"
"Oh! That's right, you're a guy. It's this great muggle device that-"
He winced. "Never mind. Forget I asked." Not only did he not want a reminder of that certain term, but he suddenly remembered a curious device he had once found in his mother's underwear drawer when he was eight. "Why'd you get your allowance cut?"
"Like you don't know."
"Actually, no, I don't."
"Draco, I'm a lesbian."
He put down his quill. Rather, he dropped it. "You're a what? Since when?"
"If you must know," she sighed, "I discovered it shortly after we broke up, summer after fourth year."
"Oh, that makes me feel real confident about my manly skills."
She laughed. He scowled. "You were fine. A little rough maybe, though. It would have happened anyway, but with you as my first, I'm sure you helped it along."
He thought for a minute. "So.does this mean you really would do Granger?"
"Sure. If she weren't a Mudblood, anyway."
"Well, that makes two of us."
***
While Hermione was trying to get ahead in Defense Against the Dark Arts homework that night she was assaulted by Lavender and Parvati.
"We demand answers," Parvati exclaimed, hitting the table with her fist.
"That is," Lavender said more gently, "we are curious about this secret lover of yours that has put you in such a bad mood these last few days."
Hermione closed her eyes. If Harry and Ron weren't enough. "Okay. One question each, yes or no only. Got it?"
"That's fair," Parvati agreed.
"Me first!" the other girl exclaimed with excitement. "Is this person in Gryffindor?"
"No."
"Ravenclaw then?"
"One question."
Paravati was next. "Male or female?"
Before Hermione answered the odd question, she glanced at Ron sitting at a nearby couch. He had been listening to the conversation the entire time. She spoke finally.
"Female."
Parvati, Lavender, and Ron all responded. "What?"
VelvetBlood started it out as a humor/romance. Ain't happening. It's only going to get worse from here. Unhappiness, sex, and violence ahead. You have all been forewarned.
Chapter 11
Hermione spent a lot of time thinking over the following days.
How could you think you were ready.he used you. He made you his toy, his doll, and you fell for it..No, I didn't. I wanted it, didn't I? Sure, I have no taste. No. He is pretty and all. You just have no common sense. That's what happens when you hang out with rule breakers like Harry and Ron.You knew it was going to hurt though. All the magazines tell you that. And a little blood is inevitable. It'll stop hurting the more you do it. Sure, he did make it worse, and it's not as though it's a tiny thing either. I wonder, is he considered above average? I'll have to ask him next.time.
Oh shit.
Such thinking continued for days as she spent as much time as possible in her room. Even during classes she would let her mind drift into such thoughts. "Hermione," Ron spoke to her after a distracting potions lesson. "Class is this way, remember?" She had been wandering off in the wrong direction.
"Oh, sorry," she muttered vaguely.
"What is going on in your head?" Harry asked.
She spoke before thinking. "Mental torment?" Oops. "It's nothing," she said quickly, going from a walk to a near run.
The two had to run to catch up to her. Harry spoke. "Um, Hermione-"
"Mental torment is not 'nothing.' " Ron finished for him.
"If you talk to us," Harry explained, "we might be able to help you with any sort of problem you might be having. We're your friends Hermione. Your best friends. We just want to fix whatever's wrong."
Hermione stopped mid footstep. "You can't. You can't fix this! No one can."
Ron frowned. "You know, you've been weird since the term started. What happened to you over the summer? The clothes, the hair. That muggle.thing. I think those cousins of yours were a bad influence on you."
"I agree," a voice said from behind them. "Damn Americans!" All three turned to find Malfoy smirking at them, or, more pointedly, at Hermione.
"Go away, Malfoy." Harry said coldly.
"I'm just going to class," he said defensively. "Look, Weasley, I just said that I *agreed* with you. Turned her into a complete slut over the summer. She's probably got guys slipping her the meat every night." Hermione shook her head with fear in her eyes. 'No,' she mouthed pleadingly.
Harry and Ron were paying her no mind, eyes on the enemy. "Take that back, Malfoy!" Harry said hotly.
"Oh, come on. I know it's hard to accept. Mostly because she's not giving it to either of you."
Ron pulled his wand first, Harry directly following him. "Ron, no!" Hermione cried. "All of you stop it!" She stepped between them. "Don't you two see? That's just what he wants you to do. Hurt him, and he'll run straight to Snape, and you'll be the ones in trouble."
They lowered their wands as Malfoy grinned. "Wow, Granger, my slut." The inflection on the word 'my' was so light that only she noticed it. "You think you've got my number, don't you?"
"I've certainly got something of yours."
"Maybe you'll surprise me yet. See you later, baby. Eleven, right? After Ernie McMillan? I'm looking forward to it." He strutted away.
"That asshole," Ron swore, with Harry's agreement. "You shoulda' let us take care of him, Hermione. I would have Avada Kedavra'd his arse half-way to China." He glanced to his right. "Sorry, Harry."
Hermione shook her head. "I can take care of myself, you know. I *am* an adult."
"No, you only think you are."
"Leave me alone, Ron."
***
Draco felt satisfied as he left them, only hoping that Granger had gotten his invitation, and if she did, if she would show. He would hate to have to track her down in the library for a second time and chance discovery, as exciting as that had been.
He still hadn't taken full advantage of that fun little muggle device, and had full intentions of doing so before he let this.project drop. He knew the chances of it continuing were slim, playing without repercussions anyway. The girl would only take so mush shit before turning him in to someone, or worse, turning him into something. He very much doubted that she would be against transfiguration as revenge, and he still occasionally had nightmares of a white ferret.
He was so looking forward to their possible meeting later that night that he found his mind wandering to images of her half-naked body as he attempted to do his homework. He simply could not concentrate on his report about vampires.
He was torn out of his fantasy when Crabbe asked him a question. "Where does a Hemogoblin live?"
"It's Hemo*globin.* And why are you such an idiot? You'd be better off paying someone smart to do your homework for you."
"Geeze. You've been in a bad mood for two or three days. It's kind of annoying."
"Annoying? Since when do you have the nerve to be annoyed?" Crabbe shrugged. "Get the fuck out of here, before I turn you into a frog."
Crabbe heaved up his heavy frame and shuffled away, a dog with his tail between his legs. "I'll give you ten Galleons to do my paper," he said, turning back.
"Go!" Draco threw his quill at the other boy.
Pansy slipped into the empty seat. "Hey Crabbe.I'll do it for fifteen," she called after him. She then turned her attention back to Draco. "Hi. What's up?"
"Nothing." He fished another quill out of his bag. "What do you need money for anyway?"
"My parents cut my allowance, and I need a new vibrator," she said in an offhanded tone.
"A new *what*?"
"Oh! That's right, you're a guy. It's this great muggle device that-"
He winced. "Never mind. Forget I asked." Not only did he not want a reminder of that certain term, but he suddenly remembered a curious device he had once found in his mother's underwear drawer when he was eight. "Why'd you get your allowance cut?"
"Like you don't know."
"Actually, no, I don't."
"Draco, I'm a lesbian."
He put down his quill. Rather, he dropped it. "You're a what? Since when?"
"If you must know," she sighed, "I discovered it shortly after we broke up, summer after fourth year."
"Oh, that makes me feel real confident about my manly skills."
She laughed. He scowled. "You were fine. A little rough maybe, though. It would have happened anyway, but with you as my first, I'm sure you helped it along."
He thought for a minute. "So.does this mean you really would do Granger?"
"Sure. If she weren't a Mudblood, anyway."
"Well, that makes two of us."
***
While Hermione was trying to get ahead in Defense Against the Dark Arts homework that night she was assaulted by Lavender and Parvati.
"We demand answers," Parvati exclaimed, hitting the table with her fist.
"That is," Lavender said more gently, "we are curious about this secret lover of yours that has put you in such a bad mood these last few days."
Hermione closed her eyes. If Harry and Ron weren't enough. "Okay. One question each, yes or no only. Got it?"
"That's fair," Parvati agreed.
"Me first!" the other girl exclaimed with excitement. "Is this person in Gryffindor?"
"No."
"Ravenclaw then?"
"One question."
Paravati was next. "Male or female?"
Before Hermione answered the odd question, she glanced at Ron sitting at a nearby couch. He had been listening to the conversation the entire time. She spoke finally.
"Female."
Parvati, Lavender, and Ron all responded. "What?"