She awoke in a strange room that had a bed with black sheets, walls painted
dull silver with an enchanted painting of two lovers in a field of flowers,
the rug matched the bed, and the ceiling was painted to look like a stormy
sky. The room had a single bed, a maple love seat with black cushions.
She saw that on a chair in the corner there was a man, it was Draco. "Hello, Draco". He looked up at her with an expression she had only seen her mother and friends look at her with, love.
"The feast is still going on and we need to meet with the professors to see where our common room is." Draco informed a starved Hermione. She couldn't eat, every time she tried she felt like she would explode, save the one meal she at noon each day which consisted of no more than a meager bowl of fruit. Hermione had been an anorexic for two years now, but she didn't look it entirely.
"Thank you Draco. But I don't understand how I got here, nor do I know where I am." she asked him in a small voice.
"You are in my secret room, every one at Hogwarts has one some just don't know it so they don't look for it and those who do look are too blind to see theirs."
He took her by the hand and bought her to the Great Hall. They had seats side by side at a small table in front of the staff table. The Hall was emptying as the students left to go to bed. When the hall was empty the Professor Dumbledore and Mcgonagall called them up to the staff table. "Welcome to a new year! I hope both of you understand that you are to keep order at the school and help the professors in anyway you can. Now I shall show you to you common room" Dumbledore informed them.
He led them to a full length mirror that stood in front of the main stair case. He told them the password was 'true love'. A door knob appeared on the mirror that opened the mirror and led to a spiral staircase. Dumbledore bid them goodnight and left them at the foot of the staircase. They found that the staircase led up to a warm common room. It had a gothic style arch entrance with black carpeting and black walls; the room was made to their exact preferences. On one side of the room there were swords and daggers on the other there were shelves of books and canvases with paints, Hermione had picked up painting over the years. On the other side of the room there were two staircases branching out in opposite directions with a platform at the top that led to three doors. There were two normal sized doors and a large double door in the center. On each door there was a sign, one read BATHROOM the others had their names on it.
Hermione told Draco, "I think I'll go take a bath".
"Alright", answered Draco.
As Hermione motioned to go up the staircase she heard Draco say, "Good night Hermione".
She turned; he had never addressed her like that. "What did you call me, Draco?"
"Hermione, I think we've know each other long enough to call each other by name." Draco answered.
"Good night Draco", she replied.
She went into the bathroom and saw a giant tub, two showers, a large sink with a large mirror, and in a small separate room there was a toilet. She decided she wanted to take a shower. Mean while; Draco was downstairs sitting on one of the couch, thinking. Why has she become so sad? Why do I all of a sudden have these strong feelings about her? Maybe, if I tried I could get her to love me. He heard a scream come from the bathroom. He dashed up the stairs and opened the doors, inside he saw Hermione wrapped in a towel on the ground in front of a shattered mirror that had a fist mark in the center. It had appeared Hermione had punched the mirror and the fainted or passed out from some unknown pain. Draco noticed she had old and new cuts all over her uncovered body. Draco got down on his knees and tried to wake her by shaking her, she didn't wake she seemed to be in a deep sleep. He looked around; the bathtub. He filled it and undressed himself; he picked her up and carried her over to the tub. He walked down the stairs at the side with her in his arms and looked down at her face, she was so beautiful. He dipped her whole body into the water and brought her back out. She started to sputter.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" "Sorry", Draco said. "You passed out and I couldn't wake you. She looked at her surroundings; she appeared to be naked under a towel with a naked Draco holding her. Draco gently sat her on the steps and she whispered a word of thanks. She noticed Draco staring at her with a strange expression. In that instant she knew she was in love with someone she might never have. "Draco?" she whispered. "Yes, Hermione." "Can I tell you a secret? Something no one knows?" "Yes." "I think I love you" Draco stared at her in amazement. Did she really just say she thought she loved me? "I love you too Hermione." He came over to where she was sitting and unwrapped the towel around her and stared at her white flesh, she looked as though the sun had never marred her skin. Her body looked so thin and yet so full. Her ribs showed slightly but her breasts were full and her body was perfectly proportioned. There was no doubt, she was perfect to him. She felt vulnerable; she had never let anyone see her. She had always thought herself ugly and unfit for human eyes. Draco came over to her and picked her up to carry her to his room. He laid her down on his large king sized four-poster. She looked up at him with frightened eyes and started to shake slightly. He put a finger on the center of her forehead and trailed it down her body until he reached the prize. He found her sweet spot and slid his fingers into her; she was so tight he knew right away she was untouched. She thought to herself, this is a dream; none of this could ever happen to me. She had been so lost for so long that it was hard for her to find the difference between dreams and reality. He pulled his wand out of a drawer next to his bed and whispered a simple protection charm. He pressed his lips against hers, licking her lips begging for entrance into her mouth which she reluctantly granted. He got on top of her and gently slid into her, instantly she felt an immense amount of pain and screamed out in agony. Draco on the other hand felt the warmth of her on the inside and thought, I don't ever want to come out of her; I want to stay on the inside, forever. He slid into her and then out he kept a rhythm of fast and hard. She thought to herself, this isn't so bad it really kind of feels good. He moaned out her name as she started to push back. Her walls tightened in preparation for orgasm, he could feel her pulse in her walls. Her heart beat skyrocketed; she could feel it through out her entire body. She hit climax just as he hit his climax and collapsed to his side. He pulled her up to where he was laying and held her close. Once he had fallen asleep she got up and went to the bathroom. She looked into the shattered mirror and asked her reflection, "What have I done? This isn't me. I've gone against all I've ever believed in, all I've ever been taught. Yet in such a small amount of time I gave him the only thing I had left to hold onto." She then got into the shower and sat curled into a ball at the bottom and cried. She sat there for a little while then got up. She got a scrub puff and started to scrub, but no matter what she did she didn't feel clean anymore. She scrubbed until her skin was raw and pink and yet she still felt so dirty. She went into her room and sat on her bed. She looked around. Her room was brilliantly decorated with a dark blue ceiling, blood red carpet, and black walls. She was going insane with the thought of what she had just done. She thought, and now he'll act like nothing even happened; like I don't even exist. Slowly she got up; her whole body ached from what she had just done. She went over to the armoire and got out a pair of flowy pj pants and a tank top. She went to her bedside cabinet and found a dagger in her drawer. She took the blade out and ran it down part of her skin; she felt all the pain and mental anguish she felt drain away with the blood. She looked down at her skin at all the cuts and thought, all these cuts look ugly on my skin and out of place. She got her wand out and healed all the cuts. Tomorrow will be a better day; she thought to herself as she laid her head on her pillow and fell asleep; she always thought that before she went to sleep each night hoping it were true, it kept her going.
She saw that on a chair in the corner there was a man, it was Draco. "Hello, Draco". He looked up at her with an expression she had only seen her mother and friends look at her with, love.
"The feast is still going on and we need to meet with the professors to see where our common room is." Draco informed a starved Hermione. She couldn't eat, every time she tried she felt like she would explode, save the one meal she at noon each day which consisted of no more than a meager bowl of fruit. Hermione had been an anorexic for two years now, but she didn't look it entirely.
"Thank you Draco. But I don't understand how I got here, nor do I know where I am." she asked him in a small voice.
"You are in my secret room, every one at Hogwarts has one some just don't know it so they don't look for it and those who do look are too blind to see theirs."
He took her by the hand and bought her to the Great Hall. They had seats side by side at a small table in front of the staff table. The Hall was emptying as the students left to go to bed. When the hall was empty the Professor Dumbledore and Mcgonagall called them up to the staff table. "Welcome to a new year! I hope both of you understand that you are to keep order at the school and help the professors in anyway you can. Now I shall show you to you common room" Dumbledore informed them.
He led them to a full length mirror that stood in front of the main stair case. He told them the password was 'true love'. A door knob appeared on the mirror that opened the mirror and led to a spiral staircase. Dumbledore bid them goodnight and left them at the foot of the staircase. They found that the staircase led up to a warm common room. It had a gothic style arch entrance with black carpeting and black walls; the room was made to their exact preferences. On one side of the room there were swords and daggers on the other there were shelves of books and canvases with paints, Hermione had picked up painting over the years. On the other side of the room there were two staircases branching out in opposite directions with a platform at the top that led to three doors. There were two normal sized doors and a large double door in the center. On each door there was a sign, one read BATHROOM the others had their names on it.
Hermione told Draco, "I think I'll go take a bath".
"Alright", answered Draco.
As Hermione motioned to go up the staircase she heard Draco say, "Good night Hermione".
She turned; he had never addressed her like that. "What did you call me, Draco?"
"Hermione, I think we've know each other long enough to call each other by name." Draco answered.
"Good night Draco", she replied.
She went into the bathroom and saw a giant tub, two showers, a large sink with a large mirror, and in a small separate room there was a toilet. She decided she wanted to take a shower. Mean while; Draco was downstairs sitting on one of the couch, thinking. Why has she become so sad? Why do I all of a sudden have these strong feelings about her? Maybe, if I tried I could get her to love me. He heard a scream come from the bathroom. He dashed up the stairs and opened the doors, inside he saw Hermione wrapped in a towel on the ground in front of a shattered mirror that had a fist mark in the center. It had appeared Hermione had punched the mirror and the fainted or passed out from some unknown pain. Draco noticed she had old and new cuts all over her uncovered body. Draco got down on his knees and tried to wake her by shaking her, she didn't wake she seemed to be in a deep sleep. He looked around; the bathtub. He filled it and undressed himself; he picked her up and carried her over to the tub. He walked down the stairs at the side with her in his arms and looked down at her face, she was so beautiful. He dipped her whole body into the water and brought her back out. She started to sputter.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" "Sorry", Draco said. "You passed out and I couldn't wake you. She looked at her surroundings; she appeared to be naked under a towel with a naked Draco holding her. Draco gently sat her on the steps and she whispered a word of thanks. She noticed Draco staring at her with a strange expression. In that instant she knew she was in love with someone she might never have. "Draco?" she whispered. "Yes, Hermione." "Can I tell you a secret? Something no one knows?" "Yes." "I think I love you" Draco stared at her in amazement. Did she really just say she thought she loved me? "I love you too Hermione." He came over to where she was sitting and unwrapped the towel around her and stared at her white flesh, she looked as though the sun had never marred her skin. Her body looked so thin and yet so full. Her ribs showed slightly but her breasts were full and her body was perfectly proportioned. There was no doubt, she was perfect to him. She felt vulnerable; she had never let anyone see her. She had always thought herself ugly and unfit for human eyes. Draco came over to her and picked her up to carry her to his room. He laid her down on his large king sized four-poster. She looked up at him with frightened eyes and started to shake slightly. He put a finger on the center of her forehead and trailed it down her body until he reached the prize. He found her sweet spot and slid his fingers into her; she was so tight he knew right away she was untouched. She thought to herself, this is a dream; none of this could ever happen to me. She had been so lost for so long that it was hard for her to find the difference between dreams and reality. He pulled his wand out of a drawer next to his bed and whispered a simple protection charm. He pressed his lips against hers, licking her lips begging for entrance into her mouth which she reluctantly granted. He got on top of her and gently slid into her, instantly she felt an immense amount of pain and screamed out in agony. Draco on the other hand felt the warmth of her on the inside and thought, I don't ever want to come out of her; I want to stay on the inside, forever. He slid into her and then out he kept a rhythm of fast and hard. She thought to herself, this isn't so bad it really kind of feels good. He moaned out her name as she started to push back. Her walls tightened in preparation for orgasm, he could feel her pulse in her walls. Her heart beat skyrocketed; she could feel it through out her entire body. She hit climax just as he hit his climax and collapsed to his side. He pulled her up to where he was laying and held her close. Once he had fallen asleep she got up and went to the bathroom. She looked into the shattered mirror and asked her reflection, "What have I done? This isn't me. I've gone against all I've ever believed in, all I've ever been taught. Yet in such a small amount of time I gave him the only thing I had left to hold onto." She then got into the shower and sat curled into a ball at the bottom and cried. She sat there for a little while then got up. She got a scrub puff and started to scrub, but no matter what she did she didn't feel clean anymore. She scrubbed until her skin was raw and pink and yet she still felt so dirty. She went into her room and sat on her bed. She looked around. Her room was brilliantly decorated with a dark blue ceiling, blood red carpet, and black walls. She was going insane with the thought of what she had just done. She thought, and now he'll act like nothing even happened; like I don't even exist. Slowly she got up; her whole body ached from what she had just done. She went over to the armoire and got out a pair of flowy pj pants and a tank top. She went to her bedside cabinet and found a dagger in her drawer. She took the blade out and ran it down part of her skin; she felt all the pain and mental anguish she felt drain away with the blood. She looked down at her skin at all the cuts and thought, all these cuts look ugly on my skin and out of place. She got her wand out and healed all the cuts. Tomorrow will be a better day; she thought to herself as she laid her head on her pillow and fell asleep; she always thought that before she went to sleep each night hoping it were true, it kept her going.
