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Hermione sat on the edge of Draco's bed, remembering what it felt like to sleep in it. That time felt like it was so long ago. She lie back on it, closing her eyes. She smiled, imagining Draco there, next to her. She imagined him leaning over her, and she could almost feel the pressure on the bed. She imagined him stroking the side of her face, and stroking her hair. She opened her eyes.
Hermione gasped, but she could not scream. He was too fast…and she had not been imagining the pressure on the bed, and she felt the stroking of her face…although she did not want this. She hated him. He laughed quietly.
"You thought you could barricade yourself away from me, while your knight in shining armor went to slay the dragon?"
Hermione's heart beat faster and louder than a thousand drums. She had him in her room before, but this was different. This time, she didn't think he would return. She tried to cry out, to scream, but nothing came from her lips. He laughed again.
"You are so…," he looked down on her gently. "Ugly," as he slapped her hard across her cheek. She cried.
He rolled his eyes.
"Shut up."
He proceeded to do what he had done every night for the past month. He violated, abused, and humiliated Hermione to the point of mere exasperation. After he was done, he left the same way he had came. He left Hermione huddled on the bed, crying softly, hugging herself for dear life.
Draco made his way back to Slytherin, walking a little faster. He didn't want to be away from Hermione for long. He didn't think anything would happen, after all, the door was sealed. He laughed at the thought. Ha, Potter. I'd like to see you try and get to her now, he thought.
His thoughts went from Hermione to something he had received earlier that day. All of his mail had been sent to his room during his coma, and he hadn't really got a chance to read it all yet. He had just scanned through the letters, to see if anything good had come to him. His eyes had stopped on one letter: the one from Gustof Novotný.
He had last heard from his Czech cousin last fall, when he had written to him about money problems. Gustof lived in a very poor section of Prague, and he wrote to Draco for money to get him out of there. He wrote usually in German because, it was the only language they mutually spoke, and because Gustof was paranoid about the Czech government to find out about his writing to a Wizard.
Gustof was about Draco's age, maybe a year older. He lived alone, and he was terribly lonely. He always asked Draco to leave the magic world once and for all, and to run away with him. Draco always made some excuse about how his father would not approve. He knew it always broke Gustof's heart, but he was not about to go live in a strange country with a cousin who he believed, was a little insane.
He quickly got rid of the thoughts about Gustof, because to Draco it was a very unpleasant topic. He just thought he would probably write Gustof back another time within the next few days, and he didn't want to worry about his cousin anymore.
Draco opened the door into the common room, and walked though, as he heard someone snoring in one of the rooms. He chuckled. He double stepped up the stairs into the little hallway where his room was located. He happily whistled, but abruptly stopped because he remembered how there were sleeping people nearby. He un-charmed the door, and he walked in, closing the door gently behind him.
When he looked over at the bed, he saw her. She was curled up into a little ball, shaking all over. He ran to her, and put his arms around her frail, jittery body. He shook his head in disbelief. How did he get in? He had made sure the room was securely locked. Unless he was using illegal apparation, for which Dumbledore would already have known. Anything illegal that anyone did, he knew about it first hand.
He lifted Hermione's head up, and she turned away. She whispered something, over and over. He leaned closer to hear her better, and he jolted back when he heard.
"I..I told you so.." she whispered. Draco shut his eyes tight, as if he were feeling so much pain for her. He wished it could have been him in her place; anything to spare her from this pain. He wished he could do anything to make him stop, but Draco just didn't know what to do for her.
He just put his arms around her, and rocked her through the night. For now on, Potter would not catch a glimpse of her without Draco being alongside her, protecting her. She would not go anywhere alone.
Hermione sat on the edge of Draco's bed, remembering what it felt like to sleep in it. That time felt like it was so long ago. She lie back on it, closing her eyes. She smiled, imagining Draco there, next to her. She imagined him leaning over her, and she could almost feel the pressure on the bed. She imagined him stroking the side of her face, and stroking her hair. She opened her eyes.
Hermione gasped, but she could not scream. He was too fast…and she had not been imagining the pressure on the bed, and she felt the stroking of her face…although she did not want this. She hated him. He laughed quietly.
"You thought you could barricade yourself away from me, while your knight in shining armor went to slay the dragon?"
Hermione's heart beat faster and louder than a thousand drums. She had him in her room before, but this was different. This time, she didn't think he would return. She tried to cry out, to scream, but nothing came from her lips. He laughed again.
"You are so…," he looked down on her gently. "Ugly," as he slapped her hard across her cheek. She cried.
He rolled his eyes.
"Shut up."
He proceeded to do what he had done every night for the past month. He violated, abused, and humiliated Hermione to the point of mere exasperation. After he was done, he left the same way he had came. He left Hermione huddled on the bed, crying softly, hugging herself for dear life.
Draco made his way back to Slytherin, walking a little faster. He didn't want to be away from Hermione for long. He didn't think anything would happen, after all, the door was sealed. He laughed at the thought. Ha, Potter. I'd like to see you try and get to her now, he thought.
His thoughts went from Hermione to something he had received earlier that day. All of his mail had been sent to his room during his coma, and he hadn't really got a chance to read it all yet. He had just scanned through the letters, to see if anything good had come to him. His eyes had stopped on one letter: the one from Gustof Novotný.
He had last heard from his Czech cousin last fall, when he had written to him about money problems. Gustof lived in a very poor section of Prague, and he wrote to Draco for money to get him out of there. He wrote usually in German because, it was the only language they mutually spoke, and because Gustof was paranoid about the Czech government to find out about his writing to a Wizard.
Gustof was about Draco's age, maybe a year older. He lived alone, and he was terribly lonely. He always asked Draco to leave the magic world once and for all, and to run away with him. Draco always made some excuse about how his father would not approve. He knew it always broke Gustof's heart, but he was not about to go live in a strange country with a cousin who he believed, was a little insane.
He quickly got rid of the thoughts about Gustof, because to Draco it was a very unpleasant topic. He just thought he would probably write Gustof back another time within the next few days, and he didn't want to worry about his cousin anymore.
Draco opened the door into the common room, and walked though, as he heard someone snoring in one of the rooms. He chuckled. He double stepped up the stairs into the little hallway where his room was located. He happily whistled, but abruptly stopped because he remembered how there were sleeping people nearby. He un-charmed the door, and he walked in, closing the door gently behind him.
When he looked over at the bed, he saw her. She was curled up into a little ball, shaking all over. He ran to her, and put his arms around her frail, jittery body. He shook his head in disbelief. How did he get in? He had made sure the room was securely locked. Unless he was using illegal apparation, for which Dumbledore would already have known. Anything illegal that anyone did, he knew about it first hand.
He lifted Hermione's head up, and she turned away. She whispered something, over and over. He leaned closer to hear her better, and he jolted back when he heard.
"I..I told you so.." she whispered. Draco shut his eyes tight, as if he were feeling so much pain for her. He wished it could have been him in her place; anything to spare her from this pain. He wished he could do anything to make him stop, but Draco just didn't know what to do for her.
He just put his arms around her, and rocked her through the night. For now on, Potter would not catch a glimpse of her without Draco being alongside her, protecting her. She would not go anywhere alone.