(Disclaimer in Prologue)
Again thanks to all for the reviews!
~* Blanche Dubois- A prize for being the first person to even say the "word". Even before Draco or Hermione.
~* dragoneyes- I understand the thing about computers.old Sparky here does that to me often, but thanks for taking the time to review once it behaved.
~* Pammy- Oh Draco is still very much the bastard.he just has his moments.
~* MoD- Who did it you ask? Well you'll just have to find out right along with Hermione.
~* Beka and RuByMoOn- Well here's the update hope you enjoy.
~* Lady Jilly-Bean-You too get a prize for predicting something in this part.I had intended it and you guessed it right away.guess we were thinking alike.besides Draco's too much of a bastard not to do something like that.so I dedicate Draco Malfoy's act on Hermione to you.
Part Two
"Granger." Draco Malfoy said once more, trying to gain the young Gryffindor's attention. They were almost to the castle and she had been staring out the window the entire ride, the silence between them reaching eerie status. And for the past five minutes he had been trying to gain the Head Girl's attention. And Draco knew that at any moment his aggravation would be acted upon.
"For Christ's sake we are almost there, would you wake up and come back to this reality?" Groaning at the total lack of response, Draco did the only thing he could think of.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, he turned her away from the window to face him and lifted his right hand up. And with an adequate amount of force, at least as much as he thought Mudblood Granger deserved at the moment, he smacked her across the cheek, watching as her eyes changed from the glossy distant look to one of recognition.
"What the hell did you do that for Malfoy?" Hermione screeched, bringing her own hand up to her already reddening cheek.
"Well how the hell else was I supposed to get your attention?" He asked, almost feeling sorry about the mark. Almost. "It was either that or go get your precious Potter when the time came." Staring at her he watched as her face changed from furious to horrified. "And we all know how much you want that."
"Thanks." She mumbled turning her head down, hoping he did not hear her words of gratitude. His ego was already so large that anymore words of encouragement or praise might cause it to burst.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked leaning closer. "Did Miss Mudblood herself thank me? Well the world must surly have ended. Or perhaps Voldemort has finally risen to power!"
"Look." She said through gritted-teeth, her anger pushing to the surface once more. "I have begged you and degraded myself by thanking you. Now if you had any decency, whatsoever, you would allow me some dignity!"
*What the fuck does she think I'm giving her? I haven't asked her any questions; I'm doing what she has asked so far, without asking for anything in return. Well,* He paused, delighted by the idea, *I could always hold this over her head and ask for something later.*
"Fine." She said interrupting his thoughts. "I knew I couldn't expect that from a Malfoy."
"Listen. I am doing you a favor. Stop complaining! Now, we're almost back at Hogwarts, so you're going to need to get a hold of yourself and get off your ass, because I obviously can't carry you back in. I can imagine old McGonagall would get a kick out of seeing me carrying you up to your room. So, unless you want me to go get the Wonder Twins, you need to move. Now!"
Watching as the carriage swiftly came to a stop, Hermione popped up, not wanting to start another argument with the Slytherin.
"You'll need to put on your other shoe and make do." He said kneeling down in front of her and reaching into the pocket of his robe. Removing his wand and her shoe quickly, so not to have her cringe further, *or to have my hands on the filthy Mudblood* he reasoned, he lifted her bare foot up and placed the shoe back on it. Tipping his wand down to the dirtied red shoe he said "Aluta Reparo!" And watched as the shoe quickly mended itself.
"Thanks." Hermione said once more.
"Ignoring her he stood back up and refastened the cloak tightly around her, examining his handiwork closely to make sure she was fully covered
"Good," he said. "Keep your head down and stick by my side. No one will know that it's you. At least I hope not, because my reputation will be shot if people know that I've been associating with you."
Nodding, Hermione ducked her head down. She only heard the door open, then, trying not to scream as he did so, felt his hand grab hers and guide her out of the carriage, where he immediately dropped it once she was safe on the ground.
Not that she was complaining, she didn't want Malfoy to touch her. She didn't want anyone to, not after.
"Seducing another poor girl?" Hermione heard the old familiar voice behind her as she tried not to burst into tears right there.
"What would you know of it Weasel?" Draco spat as he turned to face the poor redheaded excuse for a wizard. "Or you for that matter Potter?" He asked seeing the redhead's companion. Feeling as Hermione tensed next to him, he turned back around and continued to walk away from her friends, not wanting to start a confrontation and have her be revealed. He had promised her he would help, and for once he would keep a promise. Even if it was to Granger.
*God, I must be loosing my mind!"* He groaned inwardly as he rushed them along.
Not wanting Malfoy to have the last word, and despite Harry's silent protests, Ron yelled out, "Yeah, well how much did you have to pay her then?"
"More than you could ever afford Weasley!" His voice rung back as he and Hermione disappeared into the castle, never stopping until the reached the door to their Common Room.
"Hogwarts, A History." Draco said to the portrait of the Hogwart's founders that acted as guard to the door, trying not to gag at Hermione's choice for this week's password.
Guiding her over to the large armchair closest to the fire, he sat her down, expecting that the flames might warm her up. Instead she gazed emptily into them, unconsciously running her hands up and down her arms.
"Right." He mumbled as he sat down in the chair across from her. *What are you doing?* He asked himself. *Just say goodnight and get gone.* The logical voice in his head pleaded. But tonight was not a night for logic.
"Is there anything else you needed?" He asked, hoping the answer to be no, so that he in fact could listen to the logical voice.
"I'm dirty." She said stopping her hands from their ministrations and gazing down at her fingernails. At the dirt. Blood. Flesh.
"Well I've been telling you that for years." Draco scoffed, then realized what she meant. Waiting for her defensive strike to his attack on her heritage, he was surprised when all she did was stand up quietly.
"I'm going to take a bath." She said mindlessly as she walked to the one side of the Common Room where their joint bathroom lay.
"Wait." He said causing her to pause and turn around. He had her attention now and he wasn't about to blow it. He wanted out of this hell. And he wanted out now. He had willingly helped the filthy little Mudblood. He needed out or he would never be able to look at himself in the mirror again.
"I don't think that's the most brilliant idea you've ever had Granger. Now I AM going to Dumbledore so that he can take a look at you before you go and do something rash."
"No! I'm dirty! I need to be clean. I can't face- -" Stopping as her voice cracked she made her way back to her chair. "I can't face anyone."
"Fine, then face this alone. Because I want out of this situation. I don't fucking care anymore. It's not my place to help you. I can't handle this. I fucking hate you!" He screamed. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself a little. "Sure, I'm sorry about the bad row you had, but leave me the hell out of this. It should be Potter or Weasley by your side. Not your mortal enemy."
"Ron." Draco heard her whisper, tears steadily running down her cheeks.
"The Weasel?" He asked raising his voice once more. "He did this to you? Didn't think he had enough balls to take what he wanted."
"No!" Hermione cried indignantly. "I don't know who.it's not his fault. It's mine."
"Why? Because for the first time in your pathetic little life you got dressed up? So what if you look like a harlot. And since we've already established that I hate you- -"
"I hate you too Malfoy." She interrupted, sniffling.
"Right, and since we've already established that, you need to listen carefully. Now you can take this as another one of my bleeding heart moments, which, by the way, do end at midnight, but believe me when I say this. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. You didn't ask for this. It's not your fault Hermione."
"But, I was raped!" She cried, her hand flying up to her mouth as the word passed her lips. The word she had been dreading since she felt that other hand against her mouth. Since she felt her back digging into the snow and rocks. Since she felt her stockings and panties being ripped from her. Since the bastard drove into her, tearing away what was left of her innocence.
"Not a word." He had said. Now Hermione had said the word.
Bringing her knees up into the chair, she leaned against them and sobbed.
Across from her Draco Malfoy sat, his silver eyes passing over her, unsure of what to do. So, he did the only thing a Malfoy could.
Standing up he crossed over to the door to his room. "Take your bath Granger. Clean up. I won't say a word to anyone."
Opening the door he walked in quickly, slamming it behind him, trying to ignore the heart-wrenching sobs that lay behind it. Those non-stop, body wrenching sobs.
He was through. This was going to be the first, last, and only time Draco Malfoy ever thought of anyone or anything but himself. Tomorrow he would go back to treating the Mudblood bitch like she deserved. It's not like he cared.
Hearing the distant crash, Draco raced back to his bedroom door, flinging it open.
Sure, it's not like he cared at all.
Again thanks to all for the reviews!
~* Blanche Dubois- A prize for being the first person to even say the "word". Even before Draco or Hermione.
~* dragoneyes- I understand the thing about computers.old Sparky here does that to me often, but thanks for taking the time to review once it behaved.
~* Pammy- Oh Draco is still very much the bastard.he just has his moments.
~* MoD- Who did it you ask? Well you'll just have to find out right along with Hermione.
~* Beka and RuByMoOn- Well here's the update hope you enjoy.
~* Lady Jilly-Bean-You too get a prize for predicting something in this part.I had intended it and you guessed it right away.guess we were thinking alike.besides Draco's too much of a bastard not to do something like that.so I dedicate Draco Malfoy's act on Hermione to you.
Part Two
"Granger." Draco Malfoy said once more, trying to gain the young Gryffindor's attention. They were almost to the castle and she had been staring out the window the entire ride, the silence between them reaching eerie status. And for the past five minutes he had been trying to gain the Head Girl's attention. And Draco knew that at any moment his aggravation would be acted upon.
"For Christ's sake we are almost there, would you wake up and come back to this reality?" Groaning at the total lack of response, Draco did the only thing he could think of.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, he turned her away from the window to face him and lifted his right hand up. And with an adequate amount of force, at least as much as he thought Mudblood Granger deserved at the moment, he smacked her across the cheek, watching as her eyes changed from the glossy distant look to one of recognition.
"What the hell did you do that for Malfoy?" Hermione screeched, bringing her own hand up to her already reddening cheek.
"Well how the hell else was I supposed to get your attention?" He asked, almost feeling sorry about the mark. Almost. "It was either that or go get your precious Potter when the time came." Staring at her he watched as her face changed from furious to horrified. "And we all know how much you want that."
"Thanks." She mumbled turning her head down, hoping he did not hear her words of gratitude. His ego was already so large that anymore words of encouragement or praise might cause it to burst.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked leaning closer. "Did Miss Mudblood herself thank me? Well the world must surly have ended. Or perhaps Voldemort has finally risen to power!"
"Look." She said through gritted-teeth, her anger pushing to the surface once more. "I have begged you and degraded myself by thanking you. Now if you had any decency, whatsoever, you would allow me some dignity!"
*What the fuck does she think I'm giving her? I haven't asked her any questions; I'm doing what she has asked so far, without asking for anything in return. Well,* He paused, delighted by the idea, *I could always hold this over her head and ask for something later.*
"Fine." She said interrupting his thoughts. "I knew I couldn't expect that from a Malfoy."
"Listen. I am doing you a favor. Stop complaining! Now, we're almost back at Hogwarts, so you're going to need to get a hold of yourself and get off your ass, because I obviously can't carry you back in. I can imagine old McGonagall would get a kick out of seeing me carrying you up to your room. So, unless you want me to go get the Wonder Twins, you need to move. Now!"
Watching as the carriage swiftly came to a stop, Hermione popped up, not wanting to start another argument with the Slytherin.
"You'll need to put on your other shoe and make do." He said kneeling down in front of her and reaching into the pocket of his robe. Removing his wand and her shoe quickly, so not to have her cringe further, *or to have my hands on the filthy Mudblood* he reasoned, he lifted her bare foot up and placed the shoe back on it. Tipping his wand down to the dirtied red shoe he said "Aluta Reparo!" And watched as the shoe quickly mended itself.
"Thanks." Hermione said once more.
"Ignoring her he stood back up and refastened the cloak tightly around her, examining his handiwork closely to make sure she was fully covered
"Good," he said. "Keep your head down and stick by my side. No one will know that it's you. At least I hope not, because my reputation will be shot if people know that I've been associating with you."
Nodding, Hermione ducked her head down. She only heard the door open, then, trying not to scream as he did so, felt his hand grab hers and guide her out of the carriage, where he immediately dropped it once she was safe on the ground.
Not that she was complaining, she didn't want Malfoy to touch her. She didn't want anyone to, not after.
"Seducing another poor girl?" Hermione heard the old familiar voice behind her as she tried not to burst into tears right there.
"What would you know of it Weasel?" Draco spat as he turned to face the poor redheaded excuse for a wizard. "Or you for that matter Potter?" He asked seeing the redhead's companion. Feeling as Hermione tensed next to him, he turned back around and continued to walk away from her friends, not wanting to start a confrontation and have her be revealed. He had promised her he would help, and for once he would keep a promise. Even if it was to Granger.
*God, I must be loosing my mind!"* He groaned inwardly as he rushed them along.
Not wanting Malfoy to have the last word, and despite Harry's silent protests, Ron yelled out, "Yeah, well how much did you have to pay her then?"
"More than you could ever afford Weasley!" His voice rung back as he and Hermione disappeared into the castle, never stopping until the reached the door to their Common Room.
"Hogwarts, A History." Draco said to the portrait of the Hogwart's founders that acted as guard to the door, trying not to gag at Hermione's choice for this week's password.
Guiding her over to the large armchair closest to the fire, he sat her down, expecting that the flames might warm her up. Instead she gazed emptily into them, unconsciously running her hands up and down her arms.
"Right." He mumbled as he sat down in the chair across from her. *What are you doing?* He asked himself. *Just say goodnight and get gone.* The logical voice in his head pleaded. But tonight was not a night for logic.
"Is there anything else you needed?" He asked, hoping the answer to be no, so that he in fact could listen to the logical voice.
"I'm dirty." She said stopping her hands from their ministrations and gazing down at her fingernails. At the dirt. Blood. Flesh.
"Well I've been telling you that for years." Draco scoffed, then realized what she meant. Waiting for her defensive strike to his attack on her heritage, he was surprised when all she did was stand up quietly.
"I'm going to take a bath." She said mindlessly as she walked to the one side of the Common Room where their joint bathroom lay.
"Wait." He said causing her to pause and turn around. He had her attention now and he wasn't about to blow it. He wanted out of this hell. And he wanted out now. He had willingly helped the filthy little Mudblood. He needed out or he would never be able to look at himself in the mirror again.
"I don't think that's the most brilliant idea you've ever had Granger. Now I AM going to Dumbledore so that he can take a look at you before you go and do something rash."
"No! I'm dirty! I need to be clean. I can't face- -" Stopping as her voice cracked she made her way back to her chair. "I can't face anyone."
"Fine, then face this alone. Because I want out of this situation. I don't fucking care anymore. It's not my place to help you. I can't handle this. I fucking hate you!" He screamed. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself a little. "Sure, I'm sorry about the bad row you had, but leave me the hell out of this. It should be Potter or Weasley by your side. Not your mortal enemy."
"Ron." Draco heard her whisper, tears steadily running down her cheeks.
"The Weasel?" He asked raising his voice once more. "He did this to you? Didn't think he had enough balls to take what he wanted."
"No!" Hermione cried indignantly. "I don't know who.it's not his fault. It's mine."
"Why? Because for the first time in your pathetic little life you got dressed up? So what if you look like a harlot. And since we've already established that I hate you- -"
"I hate you too Malfoy." She interrupted, sniffling.
"Right, and since we've already established that, you need to listen carefully. Now you can take this as another one of my bleeding heart moments, which, by the way, do end at midnight, but believe me when I say this. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. You didn't ask for this. It's not your fault Hermione."
"But, I was raped!" She cried, her hand flying up to her mouth as the word passed her lips. The word she had been dreading since she felt that other hand against her mouth. Since she felt her back digging into the snow and rocks. Since she felt her stockings and panties being ripped from her. Since the bastard drove into her, tearing away what was left of her innocence.
"Not a word." He had said. Now Hermione had said the word.
Bringing her knees up into the chair, she leaned against them and sobbed.
Across from her Draco Malfoy sat, his silver eyes passing over her, unsure of what to do. So, he did the only thing a Malfoy could.
Standing up he crossed over to the door to his room. "Take your bath Granger. Clean up. I won't say a word to anyone."
Opening the door he walked in quickly, slamming it behind him, trying to ignore the heart-wrenching sobs that lay behind it. Those non-stop, body wrenching sobs.
He was through. This was going to be the first, last, and only time Draco Malfoy ever thought of anyone or anything but himself. Tomorrow he would go back to treating the Mudblood bitch like she deserved. It's not like he cared.
Hearing the distant crash, Draco raced back to his bedroom door, flinging it open.
Sure, it's not like he cared at all.