Chapter 5: Crash and Burn

* When you feel all alone

And the world has turned its back on you

Give me a moment please To tame your wild wild heart

I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you It's hard to find relief And people can be so cold When darkness is upon door And you feel like you can't take anymore

Let me be the one you call IF you jump I won't let you fall Lift you up and fly away with you into the night If you need to fall apart I can mend a broken heart If you need to crash then crash and burn your not alone

When hopes and dreams are far away And you feel you can't face the day

Let me be the one you call If you jump I won't let you fall Lift you up and fly away with you into the night If you need to fall apart I can mend a broken heart If you need to crash then crash and burn your not alone

Cuz there has always been heartache and pain And when its over you'll breathe again You'll breathe again.

When you feel all alone And the world has turned its back on you Give me a moment please To tame your wild wild heart

Let me be the one you call If you jump I won't let you fall Lift you up and fly away with you into the night If you need to fall apart I can mend a broken heart If you need to crash then crash and burn your not alone *

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Draco watched her leave the Great Hall. He knew something was wrong.

'Why won't we she just tell me damnit?! All I wanna do is help. Why does she gotta be so thick. Man I just don't understand girls. I can't bear to see her unhappy though. What the hell has that dickhead done to her? Why is she so secretive about it? Hm, if she won't tell me, maybe he will.' With that last thought, Draco Malfoy stood up and walked out of the Great Hall in search of his new DADA professor.

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Hermione walked out of the Great Hall and up some stairs and then turned down a corridor and up some more stairs and down another corridor. She didn't know where she was going. And she really didn't care. She just felt like getting away from it all. She needed to be alone. She needed to be able to think in peace. But peace was the last thing she found as she got lost, deeper and deeper into the depths of the vast castle.
Sensing someone following her, Hermione quickly turned around and drew her wand. No one was there. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'I'm just being paranoid. There's no one there.' And she kept walking. She turned down another corridor that was a little darker than the last one she had been walking down. She'd never been down here before. There weren't very many classrooms up here, but instead, a lot more pictures and paintings and such. The objects in the painting didn't look happy either. They all had grim faces and were all looking forlorn like they had lost something they could never regain. Hermione tensed up a bit. Feeling uneasy down this corridor. Just as she was about to turn into another corridor, someone grabbed her, putting a hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream, and picked her wand out of her pocket, then pulled her into an empty, very dusty, very old, classroom.
"Sh, it's okay sweetheart, I'm not gonna hurt you, as long as you cooperate." The voice said as it locked the door and turned the dim lights on. The classroom was very dim, and there wasn't much light anywhere. The person let go of Hermione and turned her around.
'Fuck.' She thought to herself.
"What do you want Nick?" She asked angrily.
"Isn't it obvious, love?" Nick Stiles said to her, moving closer to her and caressing one of his hands across her cheek.
"No, it's not. Now could you leave me alone? I'm expected somewhere."
"No your not. I watched you tell your friends you'd catch up, I watched you refuse to tell that boy who came and sat down next to what was bothering you. I followed you up here."
"Damnit, Nick, what do you want?" She said more forceful this time raising her voice a tad.
"I want you, love." He answered.
"Well, sorry, but as you probably already know, teachers and students are not permitted to have physical or emotional relationships. And seeing as you're a teacher and I'm a student, it's not gonna happen. Not to mention the whole rape thing!" She spat angrily at him. And she tried to leave, but he blocked the door.
"I'm well aware of the rules, love." He began, "And I did not rape you. You came into my room begging for it."
"I did not! You bloody hell raped me! You bastard!" And she began hitting him but he grabbed her wrists and forced them down by her side.
"Shut up you little bitch!" And he slapped her. "I did not rape you! Is that clear?" He lifted another hand to slap her again if she didn't agree. She slowly nodded her head, pressing a hand to her now red cheek. "Now, I've got a little proposition for you." Nick said slowly in more calm tone, and he released her other hand that he had been holding. He spoke again,
"I saw the looks that you and that Slytherin kid were giving each other. And I know there's something going on between you. And I know you wouldn't dare cheat on me, now would you?"
"Cheat on you?! What the hell are you talking about? I was never with you!"
"Oh, but you were and are. You're mine, love. When you spent those couple of weeks with me, I grew to have feelings for you that were more than just friendly. And when I realized that you didn't return those feelings, I lost it. I couldn't have that. I had to have you. So when you came into my room, I claimed you as mine. You belong to me. You're my property, Hermione Granger. And you'll do what I tell you to do. Is that clear?"
"You son of a bitch."
He lunged at her, knocking her onto a very dusty desk and he crushed his lips against hers in a painful kiss. She tried to push him off of her but he was just too big and she wasn't near strong enough. He pulled back and stood up.
"I'll be expecting better of you, love." He said.
"To hell you will!" She spat angrily moving to the door. But he grabbed her arm and wheeled her around facing him, their faces inches away.

"You'll do what I say."
"What if I don't?"
"You will."
"I won't."
"Fine, don't. See what happens to that Slytherin boy then. I'm very powerful. More powerful than you think."
"What makes you think he means anything to me?"
"I can read you like an open book."
"Leave him out of this."
"Ah. We're making progress. So you'll do what I say then."
"What do you want."
"I thought we had already cleared this up. I want you, love. I'll have you, whenever I want, and wherever I want. And you'll submit to me. You'll love me like I loved you. Or else your Slytherin friend won't be around much longer. So, whatever you've got going on with him, break it off. Or you'll be sorry." He placed another painful kiss on Hermione's lips and groped her chest roughly then left her in the dark room, alone.
"Fuck." She said to herself. And she sat down against a wall with her knees up to her chest and she silently cried. Wishing the torment would just stop. But the worst has yet to come.

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Draco was almost to Professor Stiles' office when he heard voice inside a classroom that had its door creaked open. He listened intently. It was McGonagall and Snape again.
"Severus, please, now can we tell Albus?" McGonagall spoke.
"Yes, alright I guess we can now. Now that we know Lucius has been up to no good." Snape said slowly.
"We should let Draco know also. He deserves to know, it was his mother." McGonagall added.
"Why does Draco need to know? Not now at least. It would come as a complete shock that his mother is dead." Snape said solemnly.
Draco was outside in the hall listening.
'Dead?' He thought. 'How can she be dead? What the fuck is going on?' He turned back to listen, McGonagall was speaking.
"He needs to know. He'll find out sooner or later. Better that he knows the truth." She said.
"The truth?! Minerva, his father killed his mother and is probably out to get him as well! He wouldn't be able to handle the truth!" Snape said vehemently.
"Severus, calm down. I think he can handle more than you're giving him credit for. He's a strong young man. He can handle it. After all he's been through in the past, I think he'll be able to handle this." McGonagall said quietly to her colleague.
Draco couldn't listen anymore. His father had murdered his mother, and could possibly be looking to murder him too. What the fuck is happening. He left the corridor quickly, forgetting why he had been up there in the first place and he walked with a quick step back to his common room.
When he got there, he stepped inside the brilliant room and sank down on the couch in front of the fire.
"Bloody fucking hell." He said out loud to himself. He sat there for staring into the flames for a couple of hours at least. He knew he'd missed lunch. But he didn't care. He had too many things going on inside his head. And he had no one to turn now. His mother was gone, he sure as hell couldn't talk to his father, he couldn't tell his friends, because they wouldn't give a damn. He couldn't talk to Snape. Hell Snape didn't even want him to find out about it. There was only one person in his mind that he thought would listen. But at the moment, she had some problems of her own to deal with. So he did the only thing he could think of doing, he sat there. On the couch staring into the fire, lost in his thoughts, until he fell asleep.

Hermione picked herself up off the floor. She looked at her watch, it said 2:27 pm. She had missed lunch. Harry and Ron and Ginny were probably worried sick about her. But she didn't give a damn. She made her way slowly back to her common room. Once she had reached the portrait of a lost little boy and girl she said the password and entered into her common room.
She saw Draco sitting on the couch, his head back on the top of the couch and his mouth open and eyes closed. He was sleeping. She smiled a little to herself and she walked over to him and sat down next to him wrapping her arms around his middle and snuggling into him. She fell asleep like that, savoring probably the last time that she would be this close to him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The song was Crash and Burn by Savage Garden. Hope you liked this chapter. Keep reviewing. The next one will be up soon. Unless I don't get reviews.

~jojo