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"Of course not!" Draco said hurriedly. "Now lay down Hermione..."
"NO! I WON'T!"
"Hermione!" Draco whispered harshly. "Please! BE QUIET!"
Hermione opened her mouth to shout again but Draco clasped his mouth over it.
"Promise not to shout?"
Hermione nodded stiffly.
Draco removed his hand from her mouth and ran it through his hair. Hopefully, she would forget about their conversation...
"Why won't you tell me?" Hermione said softly.
"You don't need to know."
Hermione looked insulted. "I was almost RAPED, Draco! I think I have a right to know who did it!"
Draco shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "He didn't mean to," he said lamely.
"He didn't mean to? HOW COULD HE NOT MEAN TO?!"
"Look," Draco said. "If I tell you...you'll be mad at him."
"OF COURSE! I MEAN, THE MAN PRATICALLY -!"
Madame Pomfrey stormed out of her office, swooping down on Hermione and Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy I demand you leave AT ONCE. My patient cannot rest with all this excitement!"
"Fine," Draco said, rising quickly. It hurt his heart to see Hermione heart and to think it was all...
He strode to the door, frowning slightly. "It wasn't my fault," he whispered to himself.
Or was it?
*
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted, leaping up from their dinner. "You're ok!"
"Of course," Hermione said calmly, trying not to talk about the incident. "Madame Pomfrey healed me quite easily."
The three of them sat down and there was an uncomfortable silence. Harry and Ron did not wish to anger Hermione by talking about what happened and Hermione did not want to discuss it with them.
Ron cleared his throat. "Hermione, Harry and I just wanted to apologize for trying to make you tell Dumbledore. We talked about it and decided it was your decision to make, not ours."
"Thanks Ron," Hermione whispered softly. "I would tell Dumbledore but it would be so embarrassing! Besides, I don't want anyone to worry. Draco acted like..."
"Acted like what?" Harry prompted.
"Nothing," Hermione said quickly, wishing she had not said anything. "He didn't act like anything."
Ron opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. "Whatever you say, 'Mione."
Hermione smiled. "Harry, can you pass the fruit?"
*
Draco sat outside on a bench, gazing at his surroundings. Two first years were playing Wizard's Chess on the soft grass. On a bench across the way, a second year Slytherin with short, cropped brown hair was studying her Potions book. Over at the Quidditch Pitch, the Hufflepuff team was practicing some drills.
"Guess who?" a female voice whispered softly, covering his eyes with gentle hands.
When Draco did not answer, the girl plopped down next to him on the bench. "What's the matter Draco?" Hermione asked concerned. He had been acting very odd since his visit with her in the Hospital Wing.
"Nothing."
"Come on," Hermione said. "You can tell me!"
Draco looked into her cinnamon brown eyes, filled with concern and worry. "It's nothing."
"It is too."
Draco did not reply.
"I didn't want to have to do this..." Hermione leaned over, gently placing her lips on his. She drew closing and Draco could feel the heat radiating off her body. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, but Draco sat there, doing nothing.
"Draco," Hermione whispered, pulling her mouth from his. "Please tell me what it is."
"I should have been there."
Hermione looked confused. "Been where?"
"I should have stopped that guy from touching you. It's all my fault..."
"Draco, there is no way you could have known. Harry and Ron offered to go back with me but I said I would be all right. None of us knew what was going to happen. You weren't even near me at the time! So don't think about it."
Draco's grip around her waist tightened, and Hermione saw anger in his steel gray eyes.
"I know. It just...it feels like I let you down," he finished lamely.
Hermione moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You didn't let me down, Draco. And I know that when the next time something like that happens, you'll be there to save me."
"I promise Hermione. Nothing bad will happen to you again."
Or so they thought.
*
Before leaving the common room to go Potions class, Harry stopped Hermione.
"You have all the materials you need, don't you?" he inquired.
Every since the would-be rape, Harry and Ron had taken extra precautions to make sure something like that did not happen again. As much as Hermione argued that the person would not attack her again, they did not give in. Secretly, Hermione was pleased that her two best friends cared so much for her well being.
"I've got everything," Hermione promised.
*
"Ms. Granger, come here," Snape said acidly.
Hermione rose slowly from her seat, trying to think of something she did wrong. She cautiously approached his desk.
"Take this to Madame Pomfrey. Tell her I require two more bottles of sleeping drought."
"Right away, Professor Snape," Hermione said mockingly.
"I do not like that tone, Ms. Granger," Snape said smoothly. "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your lip. If you don't want out, you will end up just like Potter and Weasley. Go on now, don't waste time."
Hermione was tempted to pretend to bow, but she did not want to risk loosing more house points. She exited the Potions classroom, realizing this was her first time alone in the halls since the attack.
"Calm down Hermione," she whispered soothingly to herself. "Nothing is going to happen."
Hermione decided to take a short cut, hoping it would get her to the Hospital Wing faster than taking the main drag. She found herself in a dimly lit hallway, with statues of very old witches and warlocks. Hermione started to walk faster, unaware of the shadow closing in behind her.
She was about to turn the corner when she felt herself being pushed against the wall.
NO!, her mind screamed, not again!
Hermione opened her mouth to scream and a hand clamped it shut. She wiggled and kicked, desperate to escape. Though she could not see his face, she knew it was the same person that had attacked her last time.
The shadow seemed to be in a hurry, kissing her fiercely and touching every part of her body. Hermione could not help but moan. He was pushing all of her buttons, touching her in all the right places...it felt so good.
Despite her semi-enjoyment, tears flowed down her face. Draco had promised. He said that the next time something happened, he would be there!
But he had deserted her. She was all alone. Hermione gave up trying to get free. She did not object when her robe was clawed off her body. She did not try to kick when she tore off her shirt.
"HERMIONE!" someone screamed out.
Hermione tried to turn her head but she felt so weak. Her attacker quickly let go of her and ran off.
Draco rushed to Hermione's side, catching her before she fell. He smoothed the hair out of her face and put his black cloak around her cold body.
"I'm ok," Hermione said faintly.
Draco pulled Hermione close, and for once in quite awhile, Hermione felt safe. She was with the guy she loved, and he had kept his promise. He had saved her.
"You saved me."
"I was afraid I would be too late."
"How did you know?"
"I saw you leaving Potions class and I followed you. I was running an errand for Professor Binns."
"Thank you."
Draco gently placed his lips on Hermione's. Her lips were sore of the fierce kisses and bites her attacker had inflicted on her, but she could not feel the pain.
*
"Will she be ok?" Draco asked anxiously, gripping Hermione's hand as she lay in the Hospital Wing.
"She will be thanks to you, Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pomfrey said. "He bruised her very badly, but you got there just in the nick of time. Any longer and he probably would have had a successful rape."
"I should have gotten there sooner!" Draco shouted, banging his fist on the table.
"Draco," Hermione said, hoping she sounded strong and sure. "You saved me. That's all that matters."
Madame Pomfrey looked at the two, finally realizing how much they both cared for each other.
"Shall I leave you two alone?" she croaked out.
Hermione and Draco's head snapped back to Madame Pomfrey, forgetting she was there.
"You don't have to," Hermione whispered. But Madame Pomfrey was already back in her office.
"Hermione," Draco said, still gripping her hands. "I wish I knew who did this to you!"
"So do I," Hermione said sadly.
The Hospital Wing door opened and Ron burst into the room, followed by a very angry Harry.
"YOU!" Ron shouted, launching himself at Draco. "YOU RAPED HER!"
"Ron!" Hermione said loudly. "He did not!"
"How could you do this?" Ron hissed. "Did she turn you down? Is that why you decided to take revenge? BECAUSE SHE WOULDN'T WILLINGLY HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"
Hermione jumped out of her bed. "HE DID NOTHING!"
Everyone looked at her, surprised that she could stand.
"Lay back down, Hermione," Draco said soothingly. "I'll handle this."
"Weasley," Draco said his face calm. "Do you honestly think I would be here if I raped Hermione? No. I would be hiding somewhere, acting as if I knew nothing. Also, she was NOT raped. It was an attempt. So shut your trap, you are not the only one that cares about her!"
Ron, not wanting to give Draco the pleasure of knowing he had won, turned to Hermione. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, just need some rest."
"I was wondering..."
Hermione grinned faintly. "Yes, you can bring your homework and I will be able to help you."
*
Pansy waited at the entrance of the Great Hall for Draco. She had heard about the attacks and she knew that Draco would not feel like arguing or putting up a fight.
"Draco!" Pansy squeaked, running over to him. "You look exhausted!"
It was true. Draco had purple bags under his eyes and his hair was messy and unkept.
"You look like Potter," Pansy said, sticking her nose in the air. "His hair always looks disgusting."
"Well if my hair looks so disgusting you can get lost. I stayed up all night looking after Hermione so if I look bad, it isn't my fault."
"I can't leave. Not until I get what I came for."
"What's that?"
Pansy dragged Draco into the Great Hall and cleared her throat. "Attention!" she shouted, hoping to get this over with before the professors arrived.
All faces turned towards her, wondering what she wanted.
Pansy pressed her lips against Draco's and threw her arms around his neck. She pried his mouth open, happy to see that Draco was too tired to do anything. Finally, she pulled her mouth away, patted Draco's cheek, and walked over to the Slytherin table.
Draco stood there, stunned. Chatter filled the room and everyone was looking at their meal once again. Except Harry and Ron.
"Wait till Hermione hears about this!" Ron muttered to Harry.
A/N: It is done. Yay. Sorry if this chapter isn't my best, I've really been busy and preoccupied. Thank you for all the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
ATTENTION! I am running out of ideas, so PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE leave a review with some ideas. The less ideas I have, the sooner the story ends. I do not want to end this story so soon and I'm sure others don't want that either so PLEASE help by reviewing with some ideas. Thanks!
"Of course not!" Draco said hurriedly. "Now lay down Hermione..."
"NO! I WON'T!"
"Hermione!" Draco whispered harshly. "Please! BE QUIET!"
Hermione opened her mouth to shout again but Draco clasped his mouth over it.
"Promise not to shout?"
Hermione nodded stiffly.
Draco removed his hand from her mouth and ran it through his hair. Hopefully, she would forget about their conversation...
"Why won't you tell me?" Hermione said softly.
"You don't need to know."
Hermione looked insulted. "I was almost RAPED, Draco! I think I have a right to know who did it!"
Draco shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "He didn't mean to," he said lamely.
"He didn't mean to? HOW COULD HE NOT MEAN TO?!"
"Look," Draco said. "If I tell you...you'll be mad at him."
"OF COURSE! I MEAN, THE MAN PRATICALLY -!"
Madame Pomfrey stormed out of her office, swooping down on Hermione and Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy I demand you leave AT ONCE. My patient cannot rest with all this excitement!"
"Fine," Draco said, rising quickly. It hurt his heart to see Hermione heart and to think it was all...
He strode to the door, frowning slightly. "It wasn't my fault," he whispered to himself.
Or was it?
*
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted, leaping up from their dinner. "You're ok!"
"Of course," Hermione said calmly, trying not to talk about the incident. "Madame Pomfrey healed me quite easily."
The three of them sat down and there was an uncomfortable silence. Harry and Ron did not wish to anger Hermione by talking about what happened and Hermione did not want to discuss it with them.
Ron cleared his throat. "Hermione, Harry and I just wanted to apologize for trying to make you tell Dumbledore. We talked about it and decided it was your decision to make, not ours."
"Thanks Ron," Hermione whispered softly. "I would tell Dumbledore but it would be so embarrassing! Besides, I don't want anyone to worry. Draco acted like..."
"Acted like what?" Harry prompted.
"Nothing," Hermione said quickly, wishing she had not said anything. "He didn't act like anything."
Ron opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. "Whatever you say, 'Mione."
Hermione smiled. "Harry, can you pass the fruit?"
*
Draco sat outside on a bench, gazing at his surroundings. Two first years were playing Wizard's Chess on the soft grass. On a bench across the way, a second year Slytherin with short, cropped brown hair was studying her Potions book. Over at the Quidditch Pitch, the Hufflepuff team was practicing some drills.
"Guess who?" a female voice whispered softly, covering his eyes with gentle hands.
When Draco did not answer, the girl plopped down next to him on the bench. "What's the matter Draco?" Hermione asked concerned. He had been acting very odd since his visit with her in the Hospital Wing.
"Nothing."
"Come on," Hermione said. "You can tell me!"
Draco looked into her cinnamon brown eyes, filled with concern and worry. "It's nothing."
"It is too."
Draco did not reply.
"I didn't want to have to do this..." Hermione leaned over, gently placing her lips on his. She drew closing and Draco could feel the heat radiating off her body. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, but Draco sat there, doing nothing.
"Draco," Hermione whispered, pulling her mouth from his. "Please tell me what it is."
"I should have been there."
Hermione looked confused. "Been where?"
"I should have stopped that guy from touching you. It's all my fault..."
"Draco, there is no way you could have known. Harry and Ron offered to go back with me but I said I would be all right. None of us knew what was going to happen. You weren't even near me at the time! So don't think about it."
Draco's grip around her waist tightened, and Hermione saw anger in his steel gray eyes.
"I know. It just...it feels like I let you down," he finished lamely.
Hermione moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You didn't let me down, Draco. And I know that when the next time something like that happens, you'll be there to save me."
"I promise Hermione. Nothing bad will happen to you again."
Or so they thought.
*
Before leaving the common room to go Potions class, Harry stopped Hermione.
"You have all the materials you need, don't you?" he inquired.
Every since the would-be rape, Harry and Ron had taken extra precautions to make sure something like that did not happen again. As much as Hermione argued that the person would not attack her again, they did not give in. Secretly, Hermione was pleased that her two best friends cared so much for her well being.
"I've got everything," Hermione promised.
*
"Ms. Granger, come here," Snape said acidly.
Hermione rose slowly from her seat, trying to think of something she did wrong. She cautiously approached his desk.
"Take this to Madame Pomfrey. Tell her I require two more bottles of sleeping drought."
"Right away, Professor Snape," Hermione said mockingly.
"I do not like that tone, Ms. Granger," Snape said smoothly. "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your lip. If you don't want out, you will end up just like Potter and Weasley. Go on now, don't waste time."
Hermione was tempted to pretend to bow, but she did not want to risk loosing more house points. She exited the Potions classroom, realizing this was her first time alone in the halls since the attack.
"Calm down Hermione," she whispered soothingly to herself. "Nothing is going to happen."
Hermione decided to take a short cut, hoping it would get her to the Hospital Wing faster than taking the main drag. She found herself in a dimly lit hallway, with statues of very old witches and warlocks. Hermione started to walk faster, unaware of the shadow closing in behind her.
She was about to turn the corner when she felt herself being pushed against the wall.
NO!, her mind screamed, not again!
Hermione opened her mouth to scream and a hand clamped it shut. She wiggled and kicked, desperate to escape. Though she could not see his face, she knew it was the same person that had attacked her last time.
The shadow seemed to be in a hurry, kissing her fiercely and touching every part of her body. Hermione could not help but moan. He was pushing all of her buttons, touching her in all the right places...it felt so good.
Despite her semi-enjoyment, tears flowed down her face. Draco had promised. He said that the next time something happened, he would be there!
But he had deserted her. She was all alone. Hermione gave up trying to get free. She did not object when her robe was clawed off her body. She did not try to kick when she tore off her shirt.
"HERMIONE!" someone screamed out.
Hermione tried to turn her head but she felt so weak. Her attacker quickly let go of her and ran off.
Draco rushed to Hermione's side, catching her before she fell. He smoothed the hair out of her face and put his black cloak around her cold body.
"I'm ok," Hermione said faintly.
Draco pulled Hermione close, and for once in quite awhile, Hermione felt safe. She was with the guy she loved, and he had kept his promise. He had saved her.
"You saved me."
"I was afraid I would be too late."
"How did you know?"
"I saw you leaving Potions class and I followed you. I was running an errand for Professor Binns."
"Thank you."
Draco gently placed his lips on Hermione's. Her lips were sore of the fierce kisses and bites her attacker had inflicted on her, but she could not feel the pain.
*
"Will she be ok?" Draco asked anxiously, gripping Hermione's hand as she lay in the Hospital Wing.
"She will be thanks to you, Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pomfrey said. "He bruised her very badly, but you got there just in the nick of time. Any longer and he probably would have had a successful rape."
"I should have gotten there sooner!" Draco shouted, banging his fist on the table.
"Draco," Hermione said, hoping she sounded strong and sure. "You saved me. That's all that matters."
Madame Pomfrey looked at the two, finally realizing how much they both cared for each other.
"Shall I leave you two alone?" she croaked out.
Hermione and Draco's head snapped back to Madame Pomfrey, forgetting she was there.
"You don't have to," Hermione whispered. But Madame Pomfrey was already back in her office.
"Hermione," Draco said, still gripping her hands. "I wish I knew who did this to you!"
"So do I," Hermione said sadly.
The Hospital Wing door opened and Ron burst into the room, followed by a very angry Harry.
"YOU!" Ron shouted, launching himself at Draco. "YOU RAPED HER!"
"Ron!" Hermione said loudly. "He did not!"
"How could you do this?" Ron hissed. "Did she turn you down? Is that why you decided to take revenge? BECAUSE SHE WOULDN'T WILLINGLY HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"
Hermione jumped out of her bed. "HE DID NOTHING!"
Everyone looked at her, surprised that she could stand.
"Lay back down, Hermione," Draco said soothingly. "I'll handle this."
"Weasley," Draco said his face calm. "Do you honestly think I would be here if I raped Hermione? No. I would be hiding somewhere, acting as if I knew nothing. Also, she was NOT raped. It was an attempt. So shut your trap, you are not the only one that cares about her!"
Ron, not wanting to give Draco the pleasure of knowing he had won, turned to Hermione. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, just need some rest."
"I was wondering..."
Hermione grinned faintly. "Yes, you can bring your homework and I will be able to help you."
*
Pansy waited at the entrance of the Great Hall for Draco. She had heard about the attacks and she knew that Draco would not feel like arguing or putting up a fight.
"Draco!" Pansy squeaked, running over to him. "You look exhausted!"
It was true. Draco had purple bags under his eyes and his hair was messy and unkept.
"You look like Potter," Pansy said, sticking her nose in the air. "His hair always looks disgusting."
"Well if my hair looks so disgusting you can get lost. I stayed up all night looking after Hermione so if I look bad, it isn't my fault."
"I can't leave. Not until I get what I came for."
"What's that?"
Pansy dragged Draco into the Great Hall and cleared her throat. "Attention!" she shouted, hoping to get this over with before the professors arrived.
All faces turned towards her, wondering what she wanted.
Pansy pressed her lips against Draco's and threw her arms around his neck. She pried his mouth open, happy to see that Draco was too tired to do anything. Finally, she pulled her mouth away, patted Draco's cheek, and walked over to the Slytherin table.
Draco stood there, stunned. Chatter filled the room and everyone was looking at their meal once again. Except Harry and Ron.
"Wait till Hermione hears about this!" Ron muttered to Harry.
A/N: It is done. Yay. Sorry if this chapter isn't my best, I've really been busy and preoccupied. Thank you for all the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
ATTENTION! I am running out of ideas, so PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE leave a review with some ideas. The less ideas I have, the sooner the story ends. I do not want to end this story so soon and I'm sure others don't want that either so PLEASE help by reviewing with some ideas. Thanks!