Story- Who's Is It?
Rating- R
Author- J.E.A.R.K.Potter
Disclaimer- Nope, don't own H.P. J.K. Rowling does!
Author's Note- THIS is when Draco rapes Hermione... Sorry if you thought that was the last chapter!! Anywho... I know Narcissa can't really be Kris's sister, but this is an A/U fic!! Oh, btw, you'll see soon ((maybe chapter 6-7)) how Hermione dealing with all of her 'stress' from the rapes...
CHAPTER 5-
Or Yet... Is it Draco's?
Hermione looked stunning in her dark red sparkling dress. Her hair was done up in a loose bun, letting soft curls cascaded down her back. The dress itself was thin strapped, and had almost no back to it ((which Harry didn't mind)), and it sort of brought out Hermione's curves. She wore only a soft red lip-gloss for make up, and a tad bit of tan eye shadow. In Harry's words, she looked simply stunning.
Narcissa and Draco were due to arrive in an hour or less, and Hermione was going crazy! She kept talking to the air, screaming at it that she hated being in the stupid, and things to that sort.
"Hermione, calm..." that's all the further he got before Hermione cut him off.
"Do NOT tell me to bloody calm down!! YOU try wearing a dress, panty hose, high heels, and you're hair done with wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to much hair spray all for MALFOY!!" she screamed.
"What are you talking about, mudblood?" came a voice from Harry's door.
Harry had been sitting on the bed before Draco had come in, but now he was up, wand out and pointed at Draco at the word 'mudblood'. Hermione had been standing, facing Harry, but now she whirled around, and fell back into Harry's arms, which he, not even knowing he did it, caught her around the waist.
"Well, Potter, didn't expect to see you at Aunt Kris and Uncle Dean's. Don't you just look so pretty in your little black sweater and jeans? What, did you even try to comb your hair?" Draco asked.
"Oh shut your trap, ferret face!" Hermione said, glaring at Draco.
"Even mudblood's looking descent! Wow, I never knew I was..."
~ZAP!~ (I know... Shouldn't she be getting into TROUBLE from the Ministry? Eh, well she's not...)
"I said shut your no-good-rotten-ferret-MOUTH, Malfoy!!" Hermione yelled, pointing Harry's wand at him; somehow, it worked for her.
Harry looked at his hand, then at his wand, up to Hermione, and then shrugged it off as he looked at Draco, and laughed.
His lips were zipped, with a zipper, and it had a lock so he couldn't get it undone. Since he couldn't talk, there was no way for him to undo the lock with a spell.
"Let's see you get out of THAT, my dear, dear cousin," Hermione snickered, and looked back at Harry. "Let's go down and see what's for dinner, shall we?" she asked.
Harry laughed, but nodded.
"Nahuhloboobi!!" Draco screamed, trying to get the lock free.
"Thanks, Draco. I know I have nice boobs," Hermione said, laughing even more. She rolled her eyes, and led Harry out the door; Draco followed behind, still trying to get his mouth to open.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, what have you done this time to... Oh, Potter," Narcissa said.
Harry tried keeping a straight face, but he couldn't Getting called 'Potter' by Draco didn't bother him, but getting called Potter by one of the women he hated most? That's when things got different.
Kris, Dean, and Narcissa were already sitting down at the table. Harry didn't see how Kris Granger could be related to Narcissa, except for the blonde hair. Unlike them, she was nice; she had hazel eyes; and she didn't look a thing like any of the other members of the Black family.
Dean took the spell off of Draco, and looked at Hermione. "Since you seem to have such a smart witch way of getting around tonight, you can do the dishes," he said.
"Yes, Dean," Hermione said without really taking in anything else he said besides 'you can do the dishes'. She sat down across from Narcissa (Dean and Kris were at the heads of the table).
Draco went over and sat down by his mother, and Harry sat down next to Hermione.
During supper, Hermione kept a hand on Harry's knee, which Harry placed his own hand over. He was glad that having Draco there made Hermione seem more protective of him.
"Well, Hermione, I think you'd better get to doing these dishes," Kris said as Draco finished up his plate.
"Want to hel..."
"No, Hermione. Harry is to stay here, with us. We've got a few questions to ask him, but if you want Draco's..." Dean started, but Hermione shook her head.
"No, that's quite alright. I was just going..."
"Hermione, let Draco help you. You two haven't done something with each other in a while," Kris said.
"But..."
"No buts, Hermione. Draco, you go and help your cousin. Now," Narcissa said.
(In the living room with Harry and adults)
"So, Harry... You know, you've been one of Hermione's favorite subjects to talk about these past few years," Kris said, offering Narcissa a cup of tea which she took gradually.
"Yes, he has. Don't think the girl could make it through five minutes without saying something about him last year," chuckled Dean.
Harry stayed quiet. He had a bad feeling about Draco being alone in a room with Hermione.
"In other words, they're trying to ask if there's anything more than friendship going on between the two of you. Draco tells me you two are extremely close, and that youngest Weasley boy... Oh, what's his name... Ronald, that's it! Yes, he tells me you three are extremely close," Narcissa said, for some reason reminding Harry of his Aunt Petunia.
He didn't want to lie to Kris and Dean, but he didn't want to tell Narcissa in case she was going to and tell Voldemort, and plus, he didn't know how to tell the Granger's that he loved their daughter. "Well--- Uh..." he started, but......
(In the kitchen)
Draco looked at Hermione. She wasn't speaking to him as she washed the dishes, and he dried them. "Hermione?" he asked.
Hermione didn't look over at him, and just kept cleaning.
"Hermione!" he said a bit louder.
Again, no answer.
Draco grabbed her by her upper arms, and made her look at him, but Hermione didn't look at him. She had her eyes close, and refused to look at him.
He mumbled something under his breath, and pushed Hermione up against the front of the sink. "Answer me, mudblood!" he said loudly, but not screaming (it'd alarm the adults).
Still, Hermione held her ground.
"Fine!" he said, grabbed his wand, and put a spell on her so she couldn't move, unless he told her too. "Open your eyes," he demanded, and she did.
Then, Draco did something no one ever thought he'd do, and he pushed her down on to the floor, and quickly pulled off her shoes, panty hose, dress, and underwear, then undressed himself.
~No! Not again!!~ Hermione began screaming in her head.
He began entering her hard and rough. Nothing was at all pleasant about it, and Hermione had to hold back tears.
After a few more moments (as he had already climaxed), he stopped, and got up. "Get on your clothes. Tell anyone, mudblood, and I'll make sure Voldemort kills you," he said, got dressed, undid the spell, and went out into the living room.
"Well--- Uh..." Harry said.
"Already done, Draco dear? Where is Hermione?" Narcissa asked.
"She's just finishing putting away the dishes," Draco said.
All the adults nodded as Hermione came walking out of the kitchen, her arms around her waist. "Is it alright if Harry and I go up to our rooms, now?" she asked softly.
Kris looked at Dean, then back at Hermione. "We're worried about you, dear. We think that maybe you should..."
"No!!! Harry is staying where his room is!! There's nothing going on that is going to cause me to get pregnant, alright?!" she said, went over and grabbed Harry's hand, and dragged him off towards their rooms. "I'm sorry," she said as she opened his room door for him.
"Is something wrong, Mione?" he asked, putting some of her fallen hair behind her ears.
"No, nothing is wrong," Hermione said just a little to quickly.
Harry went and sat down on his bed, patting next to him for her to come and sit down.
Instead of sitting down on the bed, Hermione went and sat down in his lap, and just began bursting out into tears.
Harry hugged her to him, letting her cry her much needed tears.
A/N~ End of chapter five!! The next chapter will be, of course, Hermione's depression. Then I still have to write how Harry might be the dad... So, who do you think the father will be? Think that I'll make it Harry, Draco, or Voldemort?? :D Hehe :P Remember: Review!!
-Jackie (J.E.A.R.K.Potter)
Rating- R
Author- J.E.A.R.K.Potter
Disclaimer- Nope, don't own H.P. J.K. Rowling does!
Author's Note- THIS is when Draco rapes Hermione... Sorry if you thought that was the last chapter!! Anywho... I know Narcissa can't really be Kris's sister, but this is an A/U fic!! Oh, btw, you'll see soon ((maybe chapter 6-7)) how Hermione dealing with all of her 'stress' from the rapes...
CHAPTER 5-
Or Yet... Is it Draco's?
Hermione looked stunning in her dark red sparkling dress. Her hair was done up in a loose bun, letting soft curls cascaded down her back. The dress itself was thin strapped, and had almost no back to it ((which Harry didn't mind)), and it sort of brought out Hermione's curves. She wore only a soft red lip-gloss for make up, and a tad bit of tan eye shadow. In Harry's words, she looked simply stunning.
Narcissa and Draco were due to arrive in an hour or less, and Hermione was going crazy! She kept talking to the air, screaming at it that she hated being in the stupid, and things to that sort.
"Hermione, calm..." that's all the further he got before Hermione cut him off.
"Do NOT tell me to bloody calm down!! YOU try wearing a dress, panty hose, high heels, and you're hair done with wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to much hair spray all for MALFOY!!" she screamed.
"What are you talking about, mudblood?" came a voice from Harry's door.
Harry had been sitting on the bed before Draco had come in, but now he was up, wand out and pointed at Draco at the word 'mudblood'. Hermione had been standing, facing Harry, but now she whirled around, and fell back into Harry's arms, which he, not even knowing he did it, caught her around the waist.
"Well, Potter, didn't expect to see you at Aunt Kris and Uncle Dean's. Don't you just look so pretty in your little black sweater and jeans? What, did you even try to comb your hair?" Draco asked.
"Oh shut your trap, ferret face!" Hermione said, glaring at Draco.
"Even mudblood's looking descent! Wow, I never knew I was..."
~ZAP!~ (I know... Shouldn't she be getting into TROUBLE from the Ministry? Eh, well she's not...)
"I said shut your no-good-rotten-ferret-MOUTH, Malfoy!!" Hermione yelled, pointing Harry's wand at him; somehow, it worked for her.
Harry looked at his hand, then at his wand, up to Hermione, and then shrugged it off as he looked at Draco, and laughed.
His lips were zipped, with a zipper, and it had a lock so he couldn't get it undone. Since he couldn't talk, there was no way for him to undo the lock with a spell.
"Let's see you get out of THAT, my dear, dear cousin," Hermione snickered, and looked back at Harry. "Let's go down and see what's for dinner, shall we?" she asked.
Harry laughed, but nodded.
"Nahuhloboobi!!" Draco screamed, trying to get the lock free.
"Thanks, Draco. I know I have nice boobs," Hermione said, laughing even more. She rolled her eyes, and led Harry out the door; Draco followed behind, still trying to get his mouth to open.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, what have you done this time to... Oh, Potter," Narcissa said.
Harry tried keeping a straight face, but he couldn't Getting called 'Potter' by Draco didn't bother him, but getting called Potter by one of the women he hated most? That's when things got different.
Kris, Dean, and Narcissa were already sitting down at the table. Harry didn't see how Kris Granger could be related to Narcissa, except for the blonde hair. Unlike them, she was nice; she had hazel eyes; and she didn't look a thing like any of the other members of the Black family.
Dean took the spell off of Draco, and looked at Hermione. "Since you seem to have such a smart witch way of getting around tonight, you can do the dishes," he said.
"Yes, Dean," Hermione said without really taking in anything else he said besides 'you can do the dishes'. She sat down across from Narcissa (Dean and Kris were at the heads of the table).
Draco went over and sat down by his mother, and Harry sat down next to Hermione.
During supper, Hermione kept a hand on Harry's knee, which Harry placed his own hand over. He was glad that having Draco there made Hermione seem more protective of him.
"Well, Hermione, I think you'd better get to doing these dishes," Kris said as Draco finished up his plate.
"Want to hel..."
"No, Hermione. Harry is to stay here, with us. We've got a few questions to ask him, but if you want Draco's..." Dean started, but Hermione shook her head.
"No, that's quite alright. I was just going..."
"Hermione, let Draco help you. You two haven't done something with each other in a while," Kris said.
"But..."
"No buts, Hermione. Draco, you go and help your cousin. Now," Narcissa said.
(In the living room with Harry and adults)
"So, Harry... You know, you've been one of Hermione's favorite subjects to talk about these past few years," Kris said, offering Narcissa a cup of tea which she took gradually.
"Yes, he has. Don't think the girl could make it through five minutes without saying something about him last year," chuckled Dean.
Harry stayed quiet. He had a bad feeling about Draco being alone in a room with Hermione.
"In other words, they're trying to ask if there's anything more than friendship going on between the two of you. Draco tells me you two are extremely close, and that youngest Weasley boy... Oh, what's his name... Ronald, that's it! Yes, he tells me you three are extremely close," Narcissa said, for some reason reminding Harry of his Aunt Petunia.
He didn't want to lie to Kris and Dean, but he didn't want to tell Narcissa in case she was going to and tell Voldemort, and plus, he didn't know how to tell the Granger's that he loved their daughter. "Well--- Uh..." he started, but......
(In the kitchen)
Draco looked at Hermione. She wasn't speaking to him as she washed the dishes, and he dried them. "Hermione?" he asked.
Hermione didn't look over at him, and just kept cleaning.
"Hermione!" he said a bit louder.
Again, no answer.
Draco grabbed her by her upper arms, and made her look at him, but Hermione didn't look at him. She had her eyes close, and refused to look at him.
He mumbled something under his breath, and pushed Hermione up against the front of the sink. "Answer me, mudblood!" he said loudly, but not screaming (it'd alarm the adults).
Still, Hermione held her ground.
"Fine!" he said, grabbed his wand, and put a spell on her so she couldn't move, unless he told her too. "Open your eyes," he demanded, and she did.
Then, Draco did something no one ever thought he'd do, and he pushed her down on to the floor, and quickly pulled off her shoes, panty hose, dress, and underwear, then undressed himself.
~No! Not again!!~ Hermione began screaming in her head.
He began entering her hard and rough. Nothing was at all pleasant about it, and Hermione had to hold back tears.
After a few more moments (as he had already climaxed), he stopped, and got up. "Get on your clothes. Tell anyone, mudblood, and I'll make sure Voldemort kills you," he said, got dressed, undid the spell, and went out into the living room.
"Well--- Uh..." Harry said.
"Already done, Draco dear? Where is Hermione?" Narcissa asked.
"She's just finishing putting away the dishes," Draco said.
All the adults nodded as Hermione came walking out of the kitchen, her arms around her waist. "Is it alright if Harry and I go up to our rooms, now?" she asked softly.
Kris looked at Dean, then back at Hermione. "We're worried about you, dear. We think that maybe you should..."
"No!!! Harry is staying where his room is!! There's nothing going on that is going to cause me to get pregnant, alright?!" she said, went over and grabbed Harry's hand, and dragged him off towards their rooms. "I'm sorry," she said as she opened his room door for him.
"Is something wrong, Mione?" he asked, putting some of her fallen hair behind her ears.
"No, nothing is wrong," Hermione said just a little to quickly.
Harry went and sat down on his bed, patting next to him for her to come and sit down.
Instead of sitting down on the bed, Hermione went and sat down in his lap, and just began bursting out into tears.
Harry hugged her to him, letting her cry her much needed tears.
A/N~ End of chapter five!! The next chapter will be, of course, Hermione's depression. Then I still have to write how Harry might be the dad... So, who do you think the father will be? Think that I'll make it Harry, Draco, or Voldemort?? :D Hehe :P Remember: Review!!
-Jackie (J.E.A.R.K.Potter)