Chapter 13- A Dreadful Experience
Hermione went downstairs to the common room and expecting to find Dean waiting for her, which she did, but she saw something that made her heart break even to more pieces.
Pavarti was saddling on top of Ron and there were practically sucking the life out of each other. Dean looked up from staring at them with a disgusted look on his face, and saw Hermione's eyes swelling up with tears. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but before he could Hermione ran out of the portrait door.
Hermione was running down the hall, tears running down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get out of the site Ron and Pavarti snogging, intensively. But no matter how hard she did, she couldn't seem to get that disgustingly picture out of her head. She was running down the hall, and then all of a sudden someone pulled her into and old un-used classroom.
"What the--?" Hermione began, but a hand clapped over her mouth.
She couldn't tell whom the hand belonged to because the person was behind her. Then he snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him, so the back of her body was against his front.
"Shut your mouth mudblood," a cold, snarl came from behind her. Her eyes grew wider with fear. It was no other then Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
Hermione tried to scream, but she couldn't. His hand was clamping over her mouth tightly. She wished someone were here. Dean, Harry, or even Ron.
"You, mudblood, sure have grown so nicely over the summer… too bad Potty and Weasel aren't here…" Draco continued, threateningly.
Hermione's welled up with tears for the second time today. It wasn't because her heart had been broken, but this time it was because of fear. What he was going to do, she had no idea. I should have never ran out of the common room, I should have ran up to my room, she mentally scolded herself.
Hermione gave loud gasp when she felt Draco's cold lips on her neck. Then, she felt his rough, warm, tongue brushing against her neck. Tears were running down her cheeks as Draco's hand that was settling on her waist going up her shirt.
She tightly closed her eyes when his hand rested on her breast. Tears were rapidly running down her cheeks. She finally remembered that this was almost a reenactment of what Krum did to her.
She wanted to leave. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go somewhere, anywhere but here. Her eyes were still closed tightly, trying to picture a happy place, but she couldn't picture any happy place. Not when Draco was doing things to her.
She heard a door open and Draco removed his hand from under her shirt, but his hand was still clamped over here mouth. She opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything because her eyes were blurry from tears. She heard the blurry figure muttered a spell and Draco released his entire grip from her and fell down with a crash.
She didn't know who that figure was but then she didn't care. She went up to him and sobbed on his shoulder. She could tell it was a he because it was a tall, broad figure. He wrapped his strong arms around her and comfortably rubbed her back.
"Shh… are you okay?" the tall, broad figure asked soothingly.
She recognized that voice. It was Dean. She sniffled a 'yes' and they stood there for a while.
When Hermione gained control of herself, she hugged him and whispered 'thank you' in his ear. He whispered 'no problem, that's what friends are for right?' back. She smiled at they went back to the common room. Everybody was at lunch so they sat down on the couch.
Dean comfortingly put his arm around Hermione's should too comfort her. She was still a little teary eye, but she was okay.
"Thank Merlin you came Dean, I didn't want to start to imagine what he was going to do next," Hermione said after a long science.
"Who's going to do what next?" a voice asked from the portrait hole.
The two now-friends looked towards the portrait hole and saw no other than Ron and Pavarti (A/n: Harry and Lavender 'mysteriously disappeared' again if you are wondering where they were).
Ron saw Hermione looked at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, possibly from crying. She wasn't with anyone, but Dean, so Dean must've hurt her, Ron thought.
"Dean, I swear if you had hurt her, I'll beat you into a pulp," Ron growled.
Dean and Hermione both had a look of shock on their face. Before Hermione, Dean, or Pavarti could say something, Ron launched himself onto Dean.
~A/n well this is the next chapter; I decided I'll write it earlier than next Friday, and I'm just really boredinated, so yeah. Well please review and I will continue! Thanks!
-Phred~
Hermione went downstairs to the common room and expecting to find Dean waiting for her, which she did, but she saw something that made her heart break even to more pieces.
Pavarti was saddling on top of Ron and there were practically sucking the life out of each other. Dean looked up from staring at them with a disgusted look on his face, and saw Hermione's eyes swelling up with tears. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but before he could Hermione ran out of the portrait door.
Hermione was running down the hall, tears running down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get out of the site Ron and Pavarti snogging, intensively. But no matter how hard she did, she couldn't seem to get that disgustingly picture out of her head. She was running down the hall, and then all of a sudden someone pulled her into and old un-used classroom.
"What the--?" Hermione began, but a hand clapped over her mouth.
She couldn't tell whom the hand belonged to because the person was behind her. Then he snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him, so the back of her body was against his front.
"Shut your mouth mudblood," a cold, snarl came from behind her. Her eyes grew wider with fear. It was no other then Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
Hermione tried to scream, but she couldn't. His hand was clamping over her mouth tightly. She wished someone were here. Dean, Harry, or even Ron.
"You, mudblood, sure have grown so nicely over the summer… too bad Potty and Weasel aren't here…" Draco continued, threateningly.
Hermione's welled up with tears for the second time today. It wasn't because her heart had been broken, but this time it was because of fear. What he was going to do, she had no idea. I should have never ran out of the common room, I should have ran up to my room, she mentally scolded herself.
Hermione gave loud gasp when she felt Draco's cold lips on her neck. Then, she felt his rough, warm, tongue brushing against her neck. Tears were running down her cheeks as Draco's hand that was settling on her waist going up her shirt.
She tightly closed her eyes when his hand rested on her breast. Tears were rapidly running down her cheeks. She finally remembered that this was almost a reenactment of what Krum did to her.
She wanted to leave. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go somewhere, anywhere but here. Her eyes were still closed tightly, trying to picture a happy place, but she couldn't picture any happy place. Not when Draco was doing things to her.
She heard a door open and Draco removed his hand from under her shirt, but his hand was still clamped over here mouth. She opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything because her eyes were blurry from tears. She heard the blurry figure muttered a spell and Draco released his entire grip from her and fell down with a crash.
She didn't know who that figure was but then she didn't care. She went up to him and sobbed on his shoulder. She could tell it was a he because it was a tall, broad figure. He wrapped his strong arms around her and comfortably rubbed her back.
"Shh… are you okay?" the tall, broad figure asked soothingly.
She recognized that voice. It was Dean. She sniffled a 'yes' and they stood there for a while.
When Hermione gained control of herself, she hugged him and whispered 'thank you' in his ear. He whispered 'no problem, that's what friends are for right?' back. She smiled at they went back to the common room. Everybody was at lunch so they sat down on the couch.
Dean comfortingly put his arm around Hermione's should too comfort her. She was still a little teary eye, but she was okay.
"Thank Merlin you came Dean, I didn't want to start to imagine what he was going to do next," Hermione said after a long science.
"Who's going to do what next?" a voice asked from the portrait hole.
The two now-friends looked towards the portrait hole and saw no other than Ron and Pavarti (A/n: Harry and Lavender 'mysteriously disappeared' again if you are wondering where they were).
Ron saw Hermione looked at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, possibly from crying. She wasn't with anyone, but Dean, so Dean must've hurt her, Ron thought.
"Dean, I swear if you had hurt her, I'll beat you into a pulp," Ron growled.
Dean and Hermione both had a look of shock on their face. Before Hermione, Dean, or Pavarti could say something, Ron launched himself onto Dean.
~A/n well this is the next chapter; I decided I'll write it earlier than next Friday, and I'm just really boredinated, so yeah. Well please review and I will continue! Thanks!
-Phred~
