Thank you guys so much for the support in this story. I'm so glad you guys
enjoy it. But a couple of you thought that my serpent idea is someone
else's. Someone called "spiffitiffi." Although I know that I thought of my
idea on my own, I would like to pay respect to spiffitiffi and her idea. I
solute you! Its like what Tenna said, great minds think alike! LoL!
(This is hours after ^ that. Satanic Purple Onion said "it's a good story but I think it's good that people are warning you so you don't get nailed or anything" I would first like to say that I thank all of you that warned me. Second, I would like to ask Satanic Purple Onion: so what do you think I should do? Should I quit writing or should I stick with it? Technically, I didn't "steal" anyone's idea. It just so happens that we both had a similar idea. I'm sorry to the time this is causing. Again thank you to all of you that came out and warned me. Thank you all who are still reading this story. And spiffitiffi, you are awesome!)
In the mean time, on with the story . . .
Chapter 8: Confession
When Hermione finally came around days later, she found herself surrounded by Harry and Ron.
"Hermione!" was the first thing she heard. Even with her friends around her, she didn't feel safe. She could never feel safe again.
"Ok shoo! She needs her rest!"
"But-"
"No buts. OUT!"
Hermione saw her friends unwillingly walk out.
"Now Miss Granger, why were you outside the dungeon in the middle of the night?"
"I-fell asleep." She quickly lied.
"Um . . . ok."
"I feel fine. Really!" She wanted to get out of the hospital wing, afraid that she might slip and tell the nurse something.
"How can you be ok? You've been out cold for two days."
"I was really tired. You know, trying to do more than I can handle."
"You're staying in the hospital wing."
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Passing by the hospital wing, Draco Malfoy saw something that interested him in the window. Hermione? She was missing for two days and then shows up in the dungeon out cold. Something was up. He was going to find out.
A week later, in the middle of the night, Hermione is working on her make up homework by the light of one dim candle. She was excited to get back to class the next day, but also afraid. So afraid.
Her quill was scratching quickly against the parchment when she saw a dark figure lurking by the door of the hospital wing.
"Who's there?" No answer.
She continued to write until the silence was broken by a sudden "swish" across the floor.
"Who's there?" She asked again. But, No answer. She looked around the room when the dark figure walked slowly into the light.
It was Draco Malfoy.
"M-Malfoy? Um . . . y-you should-shouldn't be h-here," she said, trembling.
"I know, but you don't always do what you should do, do you?" He walked closer.
"Y-you should leave." A flash of Clint came into her. She edged away. Yet, some where deep inside her wanted him to come closer, allowing her to spill everything into him.
"Not before you answer my question. I've been very . . . perplex since the day I saw you on the train. You seemed . . . afraid. Then I find you in the same compartment, alone, with the most popular, Head Boy, pure blood in the school. Not to mention, your eyes were red and you seemed to be fixing your uniform. Next, you go missing for two days and turn up unconscious in the dungeon. The last place your friends saw you before you went missing was the library, and Clint said that the last place he was at that night was the library. Now what would Clint be wanting with you?"
Hermione panicked. "I don't know what you're talking about. I-"
"What would Clint be wanting with you?" he asked, voice raising.
Hermione's eyes started to water. "I-why-he-we-"
"Yes?"
Hermione started to stutter again.
"Ok, why don't you repair your speech and then I'll ask you again tomorrow night. And I want the real answer."
He left the hospital wing coldly, leaving Hermione with tears rolling down her cheeks.
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Draco coolly walked down the corridor. Yet, inside him, he was full of guilt. He couldn't see her helpless like that. But somehow, he couldn't help being so cruel when he talked to her. All he wanted was to take her in his arms and rock her until she falls asleep, letting her know that she is protected. But something prevented him from being the man that he wanted to be. He hated himself. He hated being so mean. He wanted out . . .
Hermione walked out of the hospital wing with Harry and Ron at her side during lunch.
"I'm ok, really. I just over worked myself and fell asleep that one night after coming back from the library. And-"
"You don't have to explain. Just get something to eat, Hermione. You're so much skinnier this year."
They sat down together and for the first time that week Hermione felt a bit of joy, until Clint walked in the Hall and give her a quick glance before sitting down with his Slytherin friends. Hermione turned pale.
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Hermione had a perfect normal day at Hogwarts. After dinner, she decided to quickly go back to the dorm and catch up on her missing assignments. On her way to the Fat Lady's portrait, a strong body ran and tackled her into a dark corner.
"Ok, time's up."
"Dra-Malfoy?"
"Yea, now answer the question."
"Um . . . I-nothing happened. I don't know what you're talking about." She avoided his eyes.
"You're lying!" He edged in so that Hermione was against the corner in the wall and Draco is blocking any way of her escaping.
"We're not doing anything!"
"Did he rape you?"
"What?"
"Cause it wouldn't be the first time."
"He-" but before she could finish her confession she passed out and crumbled to the ground.
"Hermione?" Sensing trouble, Malfoy ran to get a teacher.
Moments later, he came back with Madame Pomphey but Hermione was gone.
(This is hours after ^ that. Satanic Purple Onion said "it's a good story but I think it's good that people are warning you so you don't get nailed or anything" I would first like to say that I thank all of you that warned me. Second, I would like to ask Satanic Purple Onion: so what do you think I should do? Should I quit writing or should I stick with it? Technically, I didn't "steal" anyone's idea. It just so happens that we both had a similar idea. I'm sorry to the time this is causing. Again thank you to all of you that came out and warned me. Thank you all who are still reading this story. And spiffitiffi, you are awesome!)
In the mean time, on with the story . . .
Chapter 8: Confession
When Hermione finally came around days later, she found herself surrounded by Harry and Ron.
"Hermione!" was the first thing she heard. Even with her friends around her, she didn't feel safe. She could never feel safe again.
"Ok shoo! She needs her rest!"
"But-"
"No buts. OUT!"
Hermione saw her friends unwillingly walk out.
"Now Miss Granger, why were you outside the dungeon in the middle of the night?"
"I-fell asleep." She quickly lied.
"Um . . . ok."
"I feel fine. Really!" She wanted to get out of the hospital wing, afraid that she might slip and tell the nurse something.
"How can you be ok? You've been out cold for two days."
"I was really tired. You know, trying to do more than I can handle."
"You're staying in the hospital wing."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Passing by the hospital wing, Draco Malfoy saw something that interested him in the window. Hermione? She was missing for two days and then shows up in the dungeon out cold. Something was up. He was going to find out.
A week later, in the middle of the night, Hermione is working on her make up homework by the light of one dim candle. She was excited to get back to class the next day, but also afraid. So afraid.
Her quill was scratching quickly against the parchment when she saw a dark figure lurking by the door of the hospital wing.
"Who's there?" No answer.
She continued to write until the silence was broken by a sudden "swish" across the floor.
"Who's there?" She asked again. But, No answer. She looked around the room when the dark figure walked slowly into the light.
It was Draco Malfoy.
"M-Malfoy? Um . . . y-you should-shouldn't be h-here," she said, trembling.
"I know, but you don't always do what you should do, do you?" He walked closer.
"Y-you should leave." A flash of Clint came into her. She edged away. Yet, some where deep inside her wanted him to come closer, allowing her to spill everything into him.
"Not before you answer my question. I've been very . . . perplex since the day I saw you on the train. You seemed . . . afraid. Then I find you in the same compartment, alone, with the most popular, Head Boy, pure blood in the school. Not to mention, your eyes were red and you seemed to be fixing your uniform. Next, you go missing for two days and turn up unconscious in the dungeon. The last place your friends saw you before you went missing was the library, and Clint said that the last place he was at that night was the library. Now what would Clint be wanting with you?"
Hermione panicked. "I don't know what you're talking about. I-"
"What would Clint be wanting with you?" he asked, voice raising.
Hermione's eyes started to water. "I-why-he-we-"
"Yes?"
Hermione started to stutter again.
"Ok, why don't you repair your speech and then I'll ask you again tomorrow night. And I want the real answer."
He left the hospital wing coldly, leaving Hermione with tears rolling down her cheeks.
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Draco coolly walked down the corridor. Yet, inside him, he was full of guilt. He couldn't see her helpless like that. But somehow, he couldn't help being so cruel when he talked to her. All he wanted was to take her in his arms and rock her until she falls asleep, letting her know that she is protected. But something prevented him from being the man that he wanted to be. He hated himself. He hated being so mean. He wanted out . . .
Hermione walked out of the hospital wing with Harry and Ron at her side during lunch.
"I'm ok, really. I just over worked myself and fell asleep that one night after coming back from the library. And-"
"You don't have to explain. Just get something to eat, Hermione. You're so much skinnier this year."
They sat down together and for the first time that week Hermione felt a bit of joy, until Clint walked in the Hall and give her a quick glance before sitting down with his Slytherin friends. Hermione turned pale.
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Hermione had a perfect normal day at Hogwarts. After dinner, she decided to quickly go back to the dorm and catch up on her missing assignments. On her way to the Fat Lady's portrait, a strong body ran and tackled her into a dark corner.
"Ok, time's up."
"Dra-Malfoy?"
"Yea, now answer the question."
"Um . . . I-nothing happened. I don't know what you're talking about." She avoided his eyes.
"You're lying!" He edged in so that Hermione was against the corner in the wall and Draco is blocking any way of her escaping.
"We're not doing anything!"
"Did he rape you?"
"What?"
"Cause it wouldn't be the first time."
"He-" but before she could finish her confession she passed out and crumbled to the ground.
"Hermione?" Sensing trouble, Malfoy ran to get a teacher.
Moments later, he came back with Madame Pomphey but Hermione was gone.