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Chapter 7-This Is A Bittersweet Chapter
Hermione's eyes fluttered open like butterfly wings. 'Omigod!' she thought. 'Where am I?' The room that Hermione was staying in of course… was the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey quickly made her way over to where Hermione was and gave her a potion. The muggle-born swallowed and quickly started coughing.
"Ooh, dear. I'm sorry. But it's to take out the pain. Just like what muggles call… 'esperdin?'. Yes. Some rubbish like that. Drink up dear. Now I'm going to look at your bruises."
"Aspirin," Hermione corrected. "What happened?" She asked, her voice as soft and delicate as a phoenix feather.
"A bully approached you and knocked you out. Thankfully if it wasn't for Mr. Malfoy's wonderful help, you would've been brutally hurt." Madam Pomfrey lifted up Hermione's big shirt and started putting ice packs on her stomach. "There, there," she said gently.
"Has anyone… visited me?" Hermione's small voice asked.
"Yes. Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy came by the most! He was very nice. He bought you chocolates, flowers, and…" Madam Pomfrey looked at the stack of gifts Hermione has received. "A teddy bear." Hermione started chuckling.
"He must like you a lot. What I don't understand is why your other two friends haven't visited you at all!"
"Oh," Hermione said, shocked. Harry didn't visit her at ALL? He was supposed to be her friend. "They've been busy with Quidditch. How… is the bully?"
"I am shocked to say that he was Ronald Weasley. I am disappointed, but he expelled for two days and has detention for a whole month. You are hurt very badly, my dear."
"Thank you for healing me."
"No problem! No problem!" Madam Pomfrey said as she made her way towards the other children in the hospital wing.
After dinner Draco decided to go to the hospital wing to check on Hermione. How she looked so beautiful when she slept he didn't know. After all she was a mud- muggle born. "GOD!" he shouted to himself. 'STOP SAYING THAT YOU PRICK!"
He was delighted to see that she was finally awake, although the bruises on her arms were still there and hadn't gone away. He pulled up a chair next to her and sat down, looking into those dreamy cinnamon eyes of hers. "Hi," he said.
"Did you say the…?" she asked him. He nodded.
"Yes, I did. I saved you from the Weasel."
"CAN you tell me the whole story? I don't really remember," she said. He nodded and started talking.
"Well as you made your way out of the Great Hall I looked up and saw that bastard following you. I knew that something was wrong since on the train you didn't speak much about and you certainly weren't with those crackhead friends of yours. Then I got up and left the hall too, going out to take a piss, but I heard you screaming in pain and I rushed over and tackled him. Then I shouted 'Crucio' and it directly stunned Ronald Weasley. Harry then came in and slapped Ron, and we kicked him some more. Then I carried you to the hospital wing while he went off to find McGonnagol." Hermione's hand suddenly reached up and grabbed Draco's hand. To her surprise he didn't take it back, but continued staring at her. Then she sunk back down in her pillows and drifted into a wonderful sleep, knowing that Draco was there for her.
Hermione awoke again in the middle of the night. Draco Malfoy's head was bowed down as he slept peacefully on her bed. Their hands were still clasped together, although not as tightly. Hermione stared at her new admirer and her stomach growled. Bloody hell was she hungry! She looked at the clock on the wall. It read two forty-eight. Suddenly she had an urge to go to the loo. She shifted around until she sat up and slowly released the grip on his hand. But he caught it and quickly looked up at a shocked Hermione.
"Where are you going?" he asked quietly.
"Bathroom," she replied.
"You can't just leave!"
"Why not?" she protested.
"I'm coming with you."
"Why? It's only a staircase down!"
"That's too far. You are in great danger. You know what that Weasel scumbag did to you?"
"No."
"Well, he hurt you a lot. That's what he did. If you really want to--," Draco was cut off by a running Madam Pomfrey.
"What do you think you're doing? Back to BED! NOW!" she bellowed.
"Madam Pomfrey, I--," Hermione started.
"BED!" she barked.
"She needs to pee, god dammit!" Draco towered over Madam Pomfrey. All of a sudden she looked scared. The mediwitch muttered curses to herself for quite a long time before she spoke again.
"Ms. Granger, come with me!" she said. They left Draco staring at the two women walking towards the bathroom. He sat back down and closed his eyes, dreaming about a beautiful girl he knew called Hermione.
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A couple of days later Hermione left the infirmary. She was feeling much better, her bones started healing and the bruises didn't show as much. Although some curious Gryffindors often asked her how she got them. Draco and Hermione were assigned to be partners with each other for almost every class. All the teachers knew about the disturbing relationship between Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. They gave the teens a break and word spread about the relationship between Malfoy and the Muggle-born.
One evening, as Hermione and Harry were playing Wizard's Chess in the Gryffindor Common room, Ron stormed in, dragging a semi-naked Padma with him. Hermione and Harry gazed at the two, while Ron sat down on the couch and tore off his pants.
"Suck me!" He commanded. The two best friends stared at Padma's horrendous body. It was covered with bruises and cuts. It seemed as if Ron was making her his slave.
Padma didn't move. "I don't care if these arses as looking. Just do it. I want to feel an orgasm!" Ron said. He gripped her head and gently pushed it down, near his erection.
"Padma," called Hermione softly. She got up and went over to the girl. "You don't have to do it!"
"But I like it. He's my boyfriend. I shall please him whenever he wants," she said.
"Did you HEAR THAT?" Ron said. "She's MINE. Say it Padma! Say you're mine!"
"I'm yours," she replied as dully as a robot.
Hermione took a step backwards and grabbed Harry's arm. "What the fuck is going on?" he whispered.
"You better stop it! WE better stop it. We're Heads!" she snapped back. They calmly strode over to Ron. Harry went even closer to him.
"Ron, if you don't stop this you're going to have detention!" Harry said.
"I don't give a damn!" After he reached his climax, he quickly grabbed Padma's breast and then pulled up his pants.
Then he reached into his robes and pulled out a knife.
"Don't do it, Ron!" Hermione screamed. She ran over to her former best friend and snatched the pocketknife away from his reach. "You're crazy! Psychotic. Let's go to Madam Pomfrey!" she shouted.
"No. No, Hermione. Nah, its time for me to go. Will you miss me?" he asked in a voice that none of the three students heard.
"We WON'T if you commit suicide!" Harry bellowed.
"Ron, baby. Please, I'll give you blow jobs any time," Padma pleaded.
"You're the best thing that happened to me, Padma." Ron kissed Padma ferociously and then leapt back. He took his knife away from Hermione before slicing her hand. She shrieked in pain as Harry and Padma made their way over to her. But Padma continued walking near Ron.
"I love you, Ron. And if you die, then so will I." Ron took her hand and he opened up the window. He pushed her towards it first, and she quietly obeyed. She jumped out the window. Suddenly he let his hand go as her eyes grew as wide as an egg shell.
"HAHAHAH! Die, Padma Patil! DIE!" he screamed. Then he blew an air kiss before walking calmly out of the Gryffindor Common room.