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Warning: This chapter contains intense violence, and sexual themes.

Chapter 4 - Violated

It was the beginning of the third week of school and Draco walked out of his dormitory on his way to breakfast. He made his way to the Great Hall slowly, and even stopped once to yell at a bunch of first-years who were goofing off. When he stepped into the Great Hall, he could hear the flapping of the owl's wings, coming to deliver the mail. Draco found an empty spot at the Slytherin House Table, and started helping himself to eggs and toast. He began to eat. When he was almost done with his breakfast a large barn owl landed by his place setting. It dropped a white envelope in his almost finished eggs. As soon as Draco picked up the letter the owl flew off. "How strange," Draco thought. He began to open the letter, but was delayed when Crabbe and Goyle strutted up to him. "Hey Malfoy! How is Head Boy life treating you?" said Goyle. "Damn good!" Draco replied. Crabbe and Goyle sat down next to Draco and started heaping their plates with food. Malfoy excused himself and left the Great Hall. He walked out into the Entrance Hall and continued to open his letter. His eyes grew wide as he began to read. Dear Draco Malfoy: We are in great sorrow to inform you that your mother, Narcissa (can you check my spelling on that, I couldn't find in #4) Malfoy, died on September 15, due to injuries which were committed by Lucius Malfoy. Mr. L. Malfoy is to be tried in court (or wizard's court? whatever the court was in the pensive chapter in #4) on September 26.......... Draco did not want to read any more of that letter. He bolted to his dormitory and locked himself in. He did not feel like going to classes or doing anything as a matter of fact. Emotions were rushing through him. Feelings of hatred surged through his mind. His mother was the only person he had ever really loved, and now she was gone. He had no one to turn to. Draco decided to take his Head Boy Free Access Pass and put it to work. Draco strolled down the main street of Hogsmead. He looked into the various shops trying to find something to "pick him up." When he stopped walking, he was in front of the candy store, Honeydukes. He went inside and the first candy he saw, was Tooth Flossing Stringmints. His mother's favorite. He left the store, with tears in his eyes. "I need something to drink," Draco murmured. He went into The 3 Broomsticks and ordered a beer and then another one. His troubles began to drift away, and he was feeling so good. He had another drink and yet another one. It was getting dark outside, so Draco decided to go back to Hogwarts. After one more drink he stood up, a bit tipsy. He weaved through the hordes of people in the main street and made his way back to Hogwarts. When he got back to the portrait of the three leprechauns, he could not remember the password. It had been changed the day before, and in his condition, he blanked out. After 20 minutes of thinking he came up with "bluebottle" and was let in. Draco stumbled through the common room and was alerted when he heard a door above him shut. He briskly climbed the stairs, almost falling, and got to the landing with the three doors. He checked Hermione's room first. There was no one in there. He then checked hi and got the same result, no one. He then went into the bathroom, quite not himself. Hermione was at her sink brushing her teeth. "Come here Granger," he said in a woozy voice. When she wouldn't come, he grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the wall. He had no control over what he was going to do next.

"Malfoy?" Hermione squeaked as she was pinned to the wall. He leaned in close to her and she could smell alcohol on his breath. "Be quiet, Granger," he said and kissed her harshly. Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, and Draco forced his tongue inside of her mouth. She bit down on his tongue, hard. He backed up in surprise as Hermione tried to get away, only to be caught by the wrists by Draco. He shoved her up against the wall, harder than before, crushing her. "Please stop," she begged, as tears fell down her face, "please stop Draco, you're hurting me." Draco did not stop; he proceeded to rip off Hermione's shirt, showing the bruises that were already beginning to form on her fair skin from being crushed against the wall. He began to plant rough kisses down her collarbone until he came to her bra, which he ripped away. Hermione was now shaking in fear, but she was totally helpless, at the mercy of the much stronger man. He then lowered himself to one of her breasts, and bit down hard, as Hermione cried out in pain. She started flailing about, trying hopelessly to get away, her tears now flowing freely down her face. Draco just shoved her against the wall harder, as Hermione continued to sob. Draco removed his hands from her wrists, for a second Hermione thought he would let her go, her hopes were soon dashed as he reached down and began to unbutton her pants. "Draco, why are you doing this? What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked in between sobs. Draco pulled her pants off her legs easily, despite Hermione's feeble attempts to escape. Draco bit her neck, drawing blood, and silencing her. Hermione was now moaning with pain, she finally gave up trying to escape, having no strength left. Tears were still falling silently down her face, as Draco hooked his finger under the elastic of her underwear pulling them down off her legs. Hermione whimpered with fear as Draco removed his pants and boxers, revealing his aroused member. Hermione tried to push him away as he replaced his hands on her wrists and positioned himself at her exposed opening. She screamed in pain as he entered her, tearing her hymen. Racking sobs shook her body as Draco thrust hard inside of her. "Draco, please! Stop!" she cried. With one final painful thrust, he climaxed. As soon as he recovered, he pulled out of Hermione, leaving her lying in a sobbing, pathetic heap on the floor.

Draco woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover. He slowly made his way to the shower, when last nights events hit him. "Hermione! What did I do to her?!" he rushed down to the common room in a panic. His cold heart nearly broke when he saw her sitting in a chair, crying her eyes out. She had put on a robe, but he could see she still was covered in dry blood, scratches, and bruises. He ran to her, but the minute she saw him she shook in fear, obviously not wanting him to get close to her. "Hermione, it's okay," he said softly trying to calm her down, "I wasn't normal last night, I'm okay now. Everything is going to be alright." He looked at her, feeling the worst he had ever felt in his life. "Hermione, I'm sorry." He said as a couple of tears escaped his eyes. When she saw the tears she knew that what he was saying was true. Hermione had never seen Draco cry before, the icy coldness seemed to melt away, the look he gave her made Hermione want to cry herself, something was defiantly wrong. Hermione didn't know weather it was temporary insanity or pity that drove her to do what she did next. She walked over to the couch were he was now sitting, he looked up surprised as Hermione sat down next to him, pulling him into her arms. "Shhhh, It's okay Draco," she cooed. She held him against her as Draco slowly began to calm down. "What's wrong? Why did you do what you did last night?" Hermione questioned him, hoping for an answer. He began to painfully tell everything to Hermione, who listened to him quietly. By the end, Hermione was crying along with him. "Draco, I'm so sorry, I had no idea." "That still doesn't give me the right to hurt you. What I did to you was exactly what my father did to my mother, and the reason I hate him." "No you didn't have the right, but I forgive you." Draco buried his face in Hermione's shoulder, as she whispered quietly to him.

Draco had never been shown kindness like this before, and he was moved. All of his life he had been taught that muggleborns were inferior to purebloods, and he had believed it. Hermione was proving that he was wrong, very wrong.





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