The Rape of the Lock
Chapter seven
Reminder: story rated 'R'. Maybe the worst chapter so far as far as the sex and violence goes, but not so bad really. Also, sign your holiday greeting cards.
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Malfoy, after seeing Hermione exit, got up and left the stage. Mindy trailed behind him, passing behind Ron, who stood chattering with his sister and his friends. She reached out a hand to tap him on the shoulder, but Malfoy turned around to glare at her.
"You were pathetic."
Mindy felt like she had been physically struck. "Excuse me?"
"Ten points? A total disgrace to your house. No wonder the Weasels were clapping for you."
"I'm sorry." For the moment, she swallowed her pride. Once outside the hall, he slowed his pace a bit and she caught up. He put his hand lightly on the small of her back and she tried not to flinch away from him.
Draco suddenly pulled her into a small side hallway, pushing her up against the cold stone wall with one hand against her collarbone. His lips were upon hers, cold and dry as his teeth tugged on her tongue. She consented passively as he ripped her shirt open and fondled her aggressively.
Neither knew any other way.
She only spoke when he picked her up around his waist. "Stop."
He was so surprised he bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. Maybe it wasn't surprise. She dropped heavily to her feet as Draco let go of her and stepped back from the wall. "What?"
"Not here in the hallway." Mindy knew that somewhere, on some edge, she still had a slight amount of pull with him. "Please."
He apparently wasn't in the mood. "If you want to go, fine. But I don't want to see you lurking around anymore."
Her eyes widened with fear. "No! No, I mean, I didn't want to say, but I'm on my . . ."
He looked at her blankly.
"Monthly."
Draco quickly tried to decide whether this was repulsive.
"I'm bleeding," Mindy said disgustedly.
"I got it, thank you."
"No, I mean, my lip."
He was on firmer ground with this. "And?"
"You--" Mindy started angrily, then realized she was trying to be conciliatory. "You want to take this upstairs? We can still do the other thing." She looked up at him hopefully, touching his arm gently.
"Perhaps later." He gestured toward the main hallway. "You can go. I have an engagement." Malfoy stood in the alcove and watched her go, curious as to what she was hiding.
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Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Ginny had run into Hermione and all four were heading back to the Gryffindor common room.
"'Mione, what was in the letter?" Ron tugged at her sleeve excitedly.
Hermione spun on Harry. "You told him?"
"Um, I didn't--" Harry started, but was interrupted by Ron.
"What's there to hide from me?"
"None of your business!" She shook her arm to disattatch Ron's hand from her sleeve. "Not everything I do is about you."
Ginny was starting to get angry. "If the note's from Malfoy, it's about us. He's out to get every one of us, and his father's a death eater's death eater. There are some things you can't handle yourself."
"This isn't one of them." Hermione struggled to keep her anger in check. "Listen, I'll let you know if it gets bad, I promise. Okay?"
They stepped through the portrait-hole quietly. "Anyone wanna play wizard chess?" Ron suggested.
Harry shrugged. "Homework."
"I'll play with you, but just once. I'm supposed to meet a friend later," Ginny agreed.
"I'm going to bed," Hermione announced, heading for her room. Ron jogged over to catch up with her at the bottom of the staircase.
"Are you and Malfoy . . ." He said quietly, unable to finish.
She had to answer, he looked so pathetic. "No."
"Have you, um, with him?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"That's none of your business. I'd never ask you, Ron, honestly."
"Well I'll tell you I haven't. With anyone."
Hermione was exasperated. "We've broken up, go ahead, screw everything with legs, you don't need to tell me about it."
"You broke up, Hermione. I still love you."
In his own odd way, here Ron was, breaking up with her six months after the fact. Hermione reached out and touched his cheek. "I love you, too." She looked at his eyes for a moment. "And I'm sorry about what happened at the library."
"I'm not." He grinned naughtily.
Hermione hugged him, wondering if she'd ever get the privilege again. "I haven't slept with anyone either," she whispered into his ear.
"I wasn't worried about the sleeping."
"Hello! Ron, the chessboard's been set up for about a year. Come on!"
The couple shared tight smiles as Ron left to join his sister and Hermione supposedly went off to bed.
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"You're late, Granger," he drawled, watching her emerge from the trap door onto the top of the tower.
She was resolved. "You'll have to forgive me, I came as soon as I could."
"Congratulations on your achievement at the contest."
"And yourself," she replied.
"Do you trust me with your life?" He locked eyes with her.
Hermione stared back at him. "What? Of course not."
"Hm. Too bad." He looked out across the roof. "Because I hold it anyway." He jumped over the edge of the tower.
Hermione rushed to look down. There he was, standing looking up at her, stradding the peak of the roof about six feet down. "How did you do that?" she asked, still partly horrified.
"Very carefully. Now you."
"What?"
"Is it really to my advantage to have you fall to your death? Just jump."
Hermione sat on the edge and closed her eyes, then decided that eyes open was a better approach.
She hadn't anticipated the way her skirt would fly up. Or the way her robes would blow around and blind her. She really hadn't expected it to hurt so badly when he caught her by her arm and her bare upper thighs. But most of all, she hadn't expected him to catch her.
"Augh, ouch."
"You're lucky I caught you at all, flailing about like that."
"I'm sorry, I was blind and falling to my death. You can put me down now."
Her heart was beating a million miles a minute, and Draco could feel it against his chest. Granger's terror was inspiring to parts of him he usually didn't consider with mudbloods. He set her down and watched as she sorted out her clothing.
"Let's go."
"Where?"
"You'll see. Pull your skirt down, it's caught just there."
Hermione nodded. There was a time when she thought that Malfoy seeing her panties was the worst thing that could happen to her.
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Ginny won the game of chess and rubbed it in properly, then went off to get ready to meet her friend. Ron and Harry were left to clean up.
"What were you saying to Hermione before?"
Ron thought for a moment. "Dunno, really. Goodbye."
"So you're over her?"
"I'm going to say this and you're going to laugh, Harry. But I don't think you ever get over your first love."
Harry looked at him blankly for a moment before he couldn't contain his laughter anymore.
"Shut up! This is serious!"
"Well, if we're getting serious, then. Your sister's been giving me looks lately."
"Ginny?"
"No, George. Of course Ginny."
"Bully for her, then. You two only broke up because you couldn't handle looking at each other after awkward virgin-sex."
"What made you Hermione all the sudden?"
"Oh, you didn't know, I am Hermione, it's just Polyjuice, honestly. Copy my homework, please!"
"Why the hell were you so mad at me then?"
"Gods, Harry, the way she made it out, I didn't know what really happened. She was so damn upset I thought you'd done something awful."
Harry gaped at his best friend. "You thought I raped her?"
Ron grimaced. He had really hoped this never came up.
"To be honest, yeah. She burst into my room bawling with her clothes half-done. What was I supposed to think?"
Harry looked at his hands. "Wow."
"Yeah." Ron snapped the chess-set box closed.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Ron shrugged. "I figured you knew."
"And after she explained? I mean, I assume she explained."
"I didn't want to make you angry again, I guess. I'm sorry, Harry, she's my little sister."
"I'm sorry you ever thought that about me. And angry." Harry got up. "I think I'm going to bed."
Ron turned the box over in his hands, wondering if he had just done irreparable damage to his friendship. Again.
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Hermione sat in Malfoy's room, held in the chair by magical bindings.
"Comfortable?"
"Shut up." She whipped her head around to get the hair out of her face. "I knew I shouldn't have come here."
Draco grinned and sat down across from her, rolling up her sleeve. "Like you had a choice." He ripped off the bandage that covered the jagged cuts on her arm, looking at them appreciatively. "Now, I hate to be trite, but we can do this the easy way or the hard way. And we'll even pretend it's your choice."
"Oh, joy."
Draco ran a perfect thumbnail along a cut and re-opened it, staring fascinated as the blood welled up like it was smiling at him. He stood abruptly. "Pay attention, mudblood."
On the bedside table next to the chair, several conspicuously-labeled bottles were lined up. Hermione looked over at them.
"This is Amicus Juice," he said, "combined with a special mixture of mine which makes telepathic suggestion effective." He poured it into a shot glass. "Drink it."
"Um, no."
"Fine. This is a knife." He cut both insides of her wrists deeply. Hermione gasped, shocked. "Those are fatal wounds."
He picked up the Amicus juice again, and a second bottle. "This is a coagulant and a healing potion. The last left in the school, and it takes twelve hours to brew." Malfoy poured the Amicus Juice in with the healing potion. "Don't worry, I checked, they won't interfere with each other. Now, drink it or you'll die."
Hermione grimaced as she swallowed the mix. It tasted foul, and felt even worse going down. She resolved to find a cure for it as soon as she stopped bleeding to death.
"You won't research a cure for this potion. At all. And if you happen to find one, you won't use it. You'll meet me in my room at eight o' clock after each round of the Cogito. From now on, in fact," Draco drank a shot glass of his own, "you'll even obey what I think."
"Wow, Doctor Malfoy, I feel all better now." Hermione watched as he bandaged all her cuts from his wand. "You're such a bastard. I did what you want, now let me go."
"Too bad I can't keep you from being sarcastic."
"Yes, it is."
The bonds undid themselves, and Hermione quickly got up.
"Not so fast, Granger." Malfoy picked up the back of her cloak and flipped it over her head.
"I have this strange feeling we've already done this today. Ooh, are you going to look at my underwear again, 'cause that was fun."
Malfoy shoved her roughly.
"That was my chest."
"Then I didn't enjoy it. I'm walking you through the Slytherin common room. Actually, better idea, I'm carrying you. I can't have you remembering how to get back."
Hermione was thrown into the hallway. He managed to have her hit all her bruises when she fell onto the hard floor, and created new ones. She hated him, and now she was his slave. Oh, bloody hell. It hurt to even look up.
A small, dark-haired Slytherin girl stepped over her and flipped back the cloak that covered her face. "Oh," she said politely, and scurried off.
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Author's Note: All written in one go! I was feeling inspired, driving around today, going "Agh, Hermione and Mindy are dancing in my head!" And then this came out. I wasn't completely absolutely sure where the Ron/Herm., Ginny/Harry, and Ron/Harry story arcs were going (though I already knew the back story) but now I see how they fit into the main plot. Plus, Wow, this was fun to write because I'm getting into the mystery. The end is sort of in sight.
Please, please let me know what you think. I'm updating constantly, I don't know what else people want. I'm just kidding, I love you!
--Hale Comet
Chapter seven
Reminder: story rated 'R'. Maybe the worst chapter so far as far as the sex and violence goes, but not so bad really. Also, sign your holiday greeting cards.
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Malfoy, after seeing Hermione exit, got up and left the stage. Mindy trailed behind him, passing behind Ron, who stood chattering with his sister and his friends. She reached out a hand to tap him on the shoulder, but Malfoy turned around to glare at her.
"You were pathetic."
Mindy felt like she had been physically struck. "Excuse me?"
"Ten points? A total disgrace to your house. No wonder the Weasels were clapping for you."
"I'm sorry." For the moment, she swallowed her pride. Once outside the hall, he slowed his pace a bit and she caught up. He put his hand lightly on the small of her back and she tried not to flinch away from him.
Draco suddenly pulled her into a small side hallway, pushing her up against the cold stone wall with one hand against her collarbone. His lips were upon hers, cold and dry as his teeth tugged on her tongue. She consented passively as he ripped her shirt open and fondled her aggressively.
Neither knew any other way.
She only spoke when he picked her up around his waist. "Stop."
He was so surprised he bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. Maybe it wasn't surprise. She dropped heavily to her feet as Draco let go of her and stepped back from the wall. "What?"
"Not here in the hallway." Mindy knew that somewhere, on some edge, she still had a slight amount of pull with him. "Please."
He apparently wasn't in the mood. "If you want to go, fine. But I don't want to see you lurking around anymore."
Her eyes widened with fear. "No! No, I mean, I didn't want to say, but I'm on my . . ."
He looked at her blankly.
"Monthly."
Draco quickly tried to decide whether this was repulsive.
"I'm bleeding," Mindy said disgustedly.
"I got it, thank you."
"No, I mean, my lip."
He was on firmer ground with this. "And?"
"You--" Mindy started angrily, then realized she was trying to be conciliatory. "You want to take this upstairs? We can still do the other thing." She looked up at him hopefully, touching his arm gently.
"Perhaps later." He gestured toward the main hallway. "You can go. I have an engagement." Malfoy stood in the alcove and watched her go, curious as to what she was hiding.
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Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Ginny had run into Hermione and all four were heading back to the Gryffindor common room.
"'Mione, what was in the letter?" Ron tugged at her sleeve excitedly.
Hermione spun on Harry. "You told him?"
"Um, I didn't--" Harry started, but was interrupted by Ron.
"What's there to hide from me?"
"None of your business!" She shook her arm to disattatch Ron's hand from her sleeve. "Not everything I do is about you."
Ginny was starting to get angry. "If the note's from Malfoy, it's about us. He's out to get every one of us, and his father's a death eater's death eater. There are some things you can't handle yourself."
"This isn't one of them." Hermione struggled to keep her anger in check. "Listen, I'll let you know if it gets bad, I promise. Okay?"
They stepped through the portrait-hole quietly. "Anyone wanna play wizard chess?" Ron suggested.
Harry shrugged. "Homework."
"I'll play with you, but just once. I'm supposed to meet a friend later," Ginny agreed.
"I'm going to bed," Hermione announced, heading for her room. Ron jogged over to catch up with her at the bottom of the staircase.
"Are you and Malfoy . . ." He said quietly, unable to finish.
She had to answer, he looked so pathetic. "No."
"Have you, um, with him?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"That's none of your business. I'd never ask you, Ron, honestly."
"Well I'll tell you I haven't. With anyone."
Hermione was exasperated. "We've broken up, go ahead, screw everything with legs, you don't need to tell me about it."
"You broke up, Hermione. I still love you."
In his own odd way, here Ron was, breaking up with her six months after the fact. Hermione reached out and touched his cheek. "I love you, too." She looked at his eyes for a moment. "And I'm sorry about what happened at the library."
"I'm not." He grinned naughtily.
Hermione hugged him, wondering if she'd ever get the privilege again. "I haven't slept with anyone either," she whispered into his ear.
"I wasn't worried about the sleeping."
"Hello! Ron, the chessboard's been set up for about a year. Come on!"
The couple shared tight smiles as Ron left to join his sister and Hermione supposedly went off to bed.
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"You're late, Granger," he drawled, watching her emerge from the trap door onto the top of the tower.
She was resolved. "You'll have to forgive me, I came as soon as I could."
"Congratulations on your achievement at the contest."
"And yourself," she replied.
"Do you trust me with your life?" He locked eyes with her.
Hermione stared back at him. "What? Of course not."
"Hm. Too bad." He looked out across the roof. "Because I hold it anyway." He jumped over the edge of the tower.
Hermione rushed to look down. There he was, standing looking up at her, stradding the peak of the roof about six feet down. "How did you do that?" she asked, still partly horrified.
"Very carefully. Now you."
"What?"
"Is it really to my advantage to have you fall to your death? Just jump."
Hermione sat on the edge and closed her eyes, then decided that eyes open was a better approach.
She hadn't anticipated the way her skirt would fly up. Or the way her robes would blow around and blind her. She really hadn't expected it to hurt so badly when he caught her by her arm and her bare upper thighs. But most of all, she hadn't expected him to catch her.
"Augh, ouch."
"You're lucky I caught you at all, flailing about like that."
"I'm sorry, I was blind and falling to my death. You can put me down now."
Her heart was beating a million miles a minute, and Draco could feel it against his chest. Granger's terror was inspiring to parts of him he usually didn't consider with mudbloods. He set her down and watched as she sorted out her clothing.
"Let's go."
"Where?"
"You'll see. Pull your skirt down, it's caught just there."
Hermione nodded. There was a time when she thought that Malfoy seeing her panties was the worst thing that could happen to her.
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Ginny won the game of chess and rubbed it in properly, then went off to get ready to meet her friend. Ron and Harry were left to clean up.
"What were you saying to Hermione before?"
Ron thought for a moment. "Dunno, really. Goodbye."
"So you're over her?"
"I'm going to say this and you're going to laugh, Harry. But I don't think you ever get over your first love."
Harry looked at him blankly for a moment before he couldn't contain his laughter anymore.
"Shut up! This is serious!"
"Well, if we're getting serious, then. Your sister's been giving me looks lately."
"Ginny?"
"No, George. Of course Ginny."
"Bully for her, then. You two only broke up because you couldn't handle looking at each other after awkward virgin-sex."
"What made you Hermione all the sudden?"
"Oh, you didn't know, I am Hermione, it's just Polyjuice, honestly. Copy my homework, please!"
"Why the hell were you so mad at me then?"
"Gods, Harry, the way she made it out, I didn't know what really happened. She was so damn upset I thought you'd done something awful."
Harry gaped at his best friend. "You thought I raped her?"
Ron grimaced. He had really hoped this never came up.
"To be honest, yeah. She burst into my room bawling with her clothes half-done. What was I supposed to think?"
Harry looked at his hands. "Wow."
"Yeah." Ron snapped the chess-set box closed.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Ron shrugged. "I figured you knew."
"And after she explained? I mean, I assume she explained."
"I didn't want to make you angry again, I guess. I'm sorry, Harry, she's my little sister."
"I'm sorry you ever thought that about me. And angry." Harry got up. "I think I'm going to bed."
Ron turned the box over in his hands, wondering if he had just done irreparable damage to his friendship. Again.
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Hermione sat in Malfoy's room, held in the chair by magical bindings.
"Comfortable?"
"Shut up." She whipped her head around to get the hair out of her face. "I knew I shouldn't have come here."
Draco grinned and sat down across from her, rolling up her sleeve. "Like you had a choice." He ripped off the bandage that covered the jagged cuts on her arm, looking at them appreciatively. "Now, I hate to be trite, but we can do this the easy way or the hard way. And we'll even pretend it's your choice."
"Oh, joy."
Draco ran a perfect thumbnail along a cut and re-opened it, staring fascinated as the blood welled up like it was smiling at him. He stood abruptly. "Pay attention, mudblood."
On the bedside table next to the chair, several conspicuously-labeled bottles were lined up. Hermione looked over at them.
"This is Amicus Juice," he said, "combined with a special mixture of mine which makes telepathic suggestion effective." He poured it into a shot glass. "Drink it."
"Um, no."
"Fine. This is a knife." He cut both insides of her wrists deeply. Hermione gasped, shocked. "Those are fatal wounds."
He picked up the Amicus juice again, and a second bottle. "This is a coagulant and a healing potion. The last left in the school, and it takes twelve hours to brew." Malfoy poured the Amicus Juice in with the healing potion. "Don't worry, I checked, they won't interfere with each other. Now, drink it or you'll die."
Hermione grimaced as she swallowed the mix. It tasted foul, and felt even worse going down. She resolved to find a cure for it as soon as she stopped bleeding to death.
"You won't research a cure for this potion. At all. And if you happen to find one, you won't use it. You'll meet me in my room at eight o' clock after each round of the Cogito. From now on, in fact," Draco drank a shot glass of his own, "you'll even obey what I think."
"Wow, Doctor Malfoy, I feel all better now." Hermione watched as he bandaged all her cuts from his wand. "You're such a bastard. I did what you want, now let me go."
"Too bad I can't keep you from being sarcastic."
"Yes, it is."
The bonds undid themselves, and Hermione quickly got up.
"Not so fast, Granger." Malfoy picked up the back of her cloak and flipped it over her head.
"I have this strange feeling we've already done this today. Ooh, are you going to look at my underwear again, 'cause that was fun."
Malfoy shoved her roughly.
"That was my chest."
"Then I didn't enjoy it. I'm walking you through the Slytherin common room. Actually, better idea, I'm carrying you. I can't have you remembering how to get back."
Hermione was thrown into the hallway. He managed to have her hit all her bruises when she fell onto the hard floor, and created new ones. She hated him, and now she was his slave. Oh, bloody hell. It hurt to even look up.
A small, dark-haired Slytherin girl stepped over her and flipped back the cloak that covered her face. "Oh," she said politely, and scurried off.
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Author's Note: All written in one go! I was feeling inspired, driving around today, going "Agh, Hermione and Mindy are dancing in my head!" And then this came out. I wasn't completely absolutely sure where the Ron/Herm., Ginny/Harry, and Ron/Harry story arcs were going (though I already knew the back story) but now I see how they fit into the main plot. Plus, Wow, this was fun to write because I'm getting into the mystery. The end is sort of in sight.
Please, please let me know what you think. I'm updating constantly, I don't know what else people want. I'm just kidding, I love you!
--Hale Comet
