When It Rains
Chapter 2
It was the sound of the rain that awoke her from her deep troublesome sleep. She opened her sore eyes slowly, allowing the light to seep in gradually.
Upon instinct she immediately sat up, shaking from what she thought had been a horrifying nightmare. Looking around the room for any traces of Lucius Malfoy, she breathed a sigh of relief, as she didn't see him anywhere.
It was a Saturday, and as she moved to get out of the bed, she felt a nasty pain in her thighs, 'oh God', she thought as she bit her lip in pain. Slowly, easing herself out of the bed, she found that she was wearing nothing. And near the centre of the bed, where she had just been laying was a small but noticeable red stain, blood.
Feeling her knees go weak at the sight of the small mark, she sunk against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest and she gave a small sob.
So, it wasn't a nightmare, it was all real…
A tear escaped her eye, and she wiped it away roughly with her right palm, how could she have let this happen, how could Hermione Granger have let this happen?
A knock at the door alerted her to go into her defensive mode, if he was back, she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of taking her against her will again. Wrapping a sheet around her she backed away from the door.
"Hermione, are you in there?" came a familiar call, it was Ron. Shaking a little from the shock, she quickly pulled on some clothes, despite the painful reminding throb of her abdomen and tried to wipe away all traces of her tears.
She opened the door, and managed a weak smile as she saw Harry and Ron standing there with concerned looks on both of their faces.
"Where have you been Hermione? Its 11 'o clock, you missed breakfast and Neville said you were meant to be helping him with his potions work at 10," Ron said in a serious voice.
"Are you okay Hermione?" Harry asked suddenly, feeling that Ron was being a little hard on her. Hermione's eyes darted from Ron to Harry. It was then that Ron decided to gasp in horror.
"Merlin, how on earth did you get that bruise?" Ron asked horrified by the nasty purple bruise which stood out visibly on her right cheekbone.
Hermione clamped a hand to where the bruise was and looked at Ron, "It was rather silly of me, you see – I tripped last night on some books and hit my bedside table." She tried to smile so that they would believe her, but her mouth was failing her.
Harry looked at her with suspicion but decided to let it rest, "So, can we come in or are you in the middle of something?"
"No you can't," Hermione snapped worriedly, if they came in then they would see…
She shut her eyes and swallowed the painful image before re-opening her eyes and looking at her two friends, who watched her carefully.
"Aren't you boys going to play any Quidditch today then?" she asked, couldn't they just leave her – it would be so much easier instead of avoiding their questions.
"Yeah, but we've got half an hour-"
"Then you better get going! Harry, you don't want to lose your captaincy! Well, you better leave! Goodbye!" She garbled before shutting the door in their faces. Leaning against the door, she heaved a sigh. 'I can't deal with them right now!' She thought angrily. She was halfway to the bathroom before she thought of something. "Are you still here?" She yelled nervously. "If you are, come out now!" Her relief was enormous when no one answered. She turned the taps on to the bath. But then she thought of the night before and she felt like crawling into a ball, why hadn't she done something?
And what about when classes started on Monday? How could she hide her shameful secret? Then there was Monday, potions. How could she ignore Malfoys snide comments-would he know? Would he tell? Would he be like his father and think that he could violate her whenever he wanted? Realizing the taps were still running, she got into the scalding water-all the better, she needed to be clean. Wasn't hot water meant to sterilize, she needed sterilizing, especially after having Malfoys filthy hands on her.
"No," she said aloud, "don't think about that, he hasn't won."
Putting her head underneath the water she wondered in someway if she could drown herself, but then she remembered her words, she couldn't let Malfoy win, she was better than that.
Coming back to her senses, she brought her head out of the water and began scrubbing herself immediately with a small pink sponge. Pouring all of the shower foam into her bath, she set about cleaning her body.
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