Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns every character in this story except for
Kourtni and Jackie, two amazingly awesome people who gave me good reviews.
Note to everyone else and the other reviewers (who I love equally)- if you
want your name in the story, post it with your review. Jackie (who has been
waiting ever so patiently) and Kourtni are going to get their names in this
chapter. A little bad news- my right eye is all puffed up and itchy, so I
might not able to write as much until it stops. I will do my best! And now,
the story continues...
Rated R for rape situations, and violence.
"Harry!" came Hermione's astonished voice, "WHAT are you doing?" Gathering every bit of strength Harry had left in him, he turned around and said, "Hermione? We need to talk- but not tonight. Meet me tomorrow morning at the lake." Harry could tell Hermione was scared by what she had heard, her expression was one of horribly concealed terror. Harry rushed on, so as not to scare her, "It's nothing bad, really, just a chat. We haven't talked that much lately." Hermione's face seemed to soften at this and replied, "Sure, Harry; that sounds great. 7:30?"
When Harry was dressed and laying in bed, a new thought crossed his mind. He had seen Hermione's eyes traveling up and down during the conversation. Harry wondered, what could this mean? I know that Hermione and Draco are "involved" to some extent, but we are also best friends. That couldn't have been what I thought it was. Unbeknownst to Harry, Hermione Granger was across the hall, tossing fitfully, having dreams of Draco (as an evil wizard) and Harry as a knight. She would wake up several hours later, very confused over her feelings towards the boy-who-lived.
The next morning, Harry dressed carefully, making sure he looked good, but not too overdone. When he arrived at the lake, he found an exhausted witch waiting there for him. "Hey, Hermione! Are you ok? Maybe we should sit down." Harry looked around and found a shady patch of grass near a large beech tree. When he looked into Hermione's eyes, he saw confusion and trepidation swirling around. "Hermione," Harry began, "I know what Draco is doing to you. I followed you last night and...(Harry paused, not wanting to tell her this) I saw what he did to you." Harry had been determinedly staring at the aground while he spoke- when he looked up, he barely had time to register Hermione's hand before she slapped it across his face. "How dare...none of your..." Hermione stuttered angrily. She began to walk away when Harry sped up, and held her still. "Hermione, tell me what is going on between you and Draco or I am getting McGonagall." At the mention of her favorite teacher, Hermione's eyes widened and she slumped onto the grass. Harry, even now, could only at the beauty of her large eyes, and pouty lips.
"Before school started, I was captured by Lucius Malfoy at my house. I was taken to the Malfoy Manor where he gave me to Draco as a 'gift'. I was told that I was to remain Malfoy's servant or they would come after you to avenge Voldemort's death." "But didn't your parents wonder where you went?" Harry inquired. "I called them and told them I was staying at the Burrow." Harry's head began to spin. He tried to focus on Hermione, but fainted.
"Harry?! Wake up!!!" Harry Potter was lying on the ground, feeling rather nauseous. A soothing, honey voice was sounding in the distance. As he came to full consciousness, he realized the voice was Hermione's who was crouched over him. "Hermione? Hermione! You have to tell someone. Malfoy should not be allowed to do this." Hermione's soft expression changed to stone, "No, Harry! I don't want you to get hurt!"
After Harry felt ok, the two started back to the hospital. Hermione had made Harry promise he wouldn't tell anyone. Harry had never felt so torn in his entire life. While changing for bed that night, he began to formulate a plan. Whether Hermione wanted him to or not, he needed to save her from Malfoy.
The next day, Harry observed Draco very closely. He would have to know Malfoy's every move for this plan. During the day, Harry observed Draco flirting with two of the most popular girls in Ravenclaw, Jackie and Kourtni. Harry knew exactly how he was going to trap Draco- with his own libido.
Rated R for rape situations, and violence.
"Harry!" came Hermione's astonished voice, "WHAT are you doing?" Gathering every bit of strength Harry had left in him, he turned around and said, "Hermione? We need to talk- but not tonight. Meet me tomorrow morning at the lake." Harry could tell Hermione was scared by what she had heard, her expression was one of horribly concealed terror. Harry rushed on, so as not to scare her, "It's nothing bad, really, just a chat. We haven't talked that much lately." Hermione's face seemed to soften at this and replied, "Sure, Harry; that sounds great. 7:30?"
When Harry was dressed and laying in bed, a new thought crossed his mind. He had seen Hermione's eyes traveling up and down during the conversation. Harry wondered, what could this mean? I know that Hermione and Draco are "involved" to some extent, but we are also best friends. That couldn't have been what I thought it was. Unbeknownst to Harry, Hermione Granger was across the hall, tossing fitfully, having dreams of Draco (as an evil wizard) and Harry as a knight. She would wake up several hours later, very confused over her feelings towards the boy-who-lived.
The next morning, Harry dressed carefully, making sure he looked good, but not too overdone. When he arrived at the lake, he found an exhausted witch waiting there for him. "Hey, Hermione! Are you ok? Maybe we should sit down." Harry looked around and found a shady patch of grass near a large beech tree. When he looked into Hermione's eyes, he saw confusion and trepidation swirling around. "Hermione," Harry began, "I know what Draco is doing to you. I followed you last night and...(Harry paused, not wanting to tell her this) I saw what he did to you." Harry had been determinedly staring at the aground while he spoke- when he looked up, he barely had time to register Hermione's hand before she slapped it across his face. "How dare...none of your..." Hermione stuttered angrily. She began to walk away when Harry sped up, and held her still. "Hermione, tell me what is going on between you and Draco or I am getting McGonagall." At the mention of her favorite teacher, Hermione's eyes widened and she slumped onto the grass. Harry, even now, could only at the beauty of her large eyes, and pouty lips.
"Before school started, I was captured by Lucius Malfoy at my house. I was taken to the Malfoy Manor where he gave me to Draco as a 'gift'. I was told that I was to remain Malfoy's servant or they would come after you to avenge Voldemort's death." "But didn't your parents wonder where you went?" Harry inquired. "I called them and told them I was staying at the Burrow." Harry's head began to spin. He tried to focus on Hermione, but fainted.
"Harry?! Wake up!!!" Harry Potter was lying on the ground, feeling rather nauseous. A soothing, honey voice was sounding in the distance. As he came to full consciousness, he realized the voice was Hermione's who was crouched over him. "Hermione? Hermione! You have to tell someone. Malfoy should not be allowed to do this." Hermione's soft expression changed to stone, "No, Harry! I don't want you to get hurt!"
After Harry felt ok, the two started back to the hospital. Hermione had made Harry promise he wouldn't tell anyone. Harry had never felt so torn in his entire life. While changing for bed that night, he began to formulate a plan. Whether Hermione wanted him to or not, he needed to save her from Malfoy.
The next day, Harry observed Draco very closely. He would have to know Malfoy's every move for this plan. During the day, Harry observed Draco flirting with two of the most popular girls in Ravenclaw, Jackie and Kourtni. Harry knew exactly how he was going to trap Draco- with his own libido.