"Told Potter I would make him pay, didn't I boys," Draco mused to Crabbe and Goyle as Hermione wringed madly to free herself from Malfoy's goons. Goyle had one arm pinning Hermione's arms to her chest, and the otherpressed firmly over her mouth to muffle her screams. To keep her from running, Crabbe had a hold of her knees so that when she tried to buck loose he wouldn't get a shoe in the ribs. Clearly, the two weren't the brightest chaps, but they had learned well what it took to successfully caputre a prisoner.
Hermione recognized the path they were taking as the one which led down to the Slytherin dormitories. It would surely be completely deserted with everyone at the convocation, which is exactly what Draco was counting on; though Hermione couldn't think of a single Slytherin who wouldn't enjoy see her roughed up a bit. When they reached the portrait, Draco gave the password, 'pure blood' ("Can't improve on perfection," he had said to Hermione with a sickly grin) and Crabbe and Goyle lugged Hermione into the Slytherin common room. Once inside, the two of them dropped her to her feet and immediately tossed her into Draco's arms. Draco had to fight to keep his hold on Hermione as she fought desperately to release herself, "Let GO of me, you shameful, putrid--"
"Have a seat, Granger," said Draco wickedly as he threw her into one of the large, black lounge chairs, causing Hermione to emit as small groan. Indeed there was no one in the place, and as Hermione soon noticed, no one included Crabbe and Goyle. She was left completely alone in the Slythein common room with Draco Malfoy.
Before she had a chance to get up, Draco had slammed his hands onto Hermione's wrists, pinning them to the arm rests of the chair. Hermione winced in pain, but did nothing more as Draco's face loomed inches from hers. Breathing hard, she stared down Draco's smirking grin.
"You must be out of your disgusting mind, Malfoy," Hermione snarled, "Once Dumbldore hears about this, you'll be expelled faster than you can say Azkaban." Draco merely continued to smile and his hands traveled up to Hermione's upper arms, pressing them hard into the back of the chair.
"That's an amazing dress, Granger. Bet you thought THIS would impress, Harry eh?" Draco said, on the verge of laughter. Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"Wha--How--?"
"Parvati is SUCH a little tattle-tale. Can't keep her mouth shut for two seconds, always jabbering on and on, doesn't ever consider," Draco broke off to grin at her, "who might be listening." Hermione's cheeks flared red, as she fought against Draco's hold yet again. Coursing with rage, Hermione spat right into Draco's face. Draco snapped his hands hard against her shoulders and kneeled in front of her, "Not wise you repulsive Mudblood. You wouldn't want to hurry Saint Potter's return to his weak, insufferable parents, now would you?" Draco began to laugh.
"You think you're so clever," said Hermione, steaming with fury, "Harry's on to you. He was on to you hours ago, and when I don't show up, then he'll come looking for me." Draco's laughter increased.
"Clever witch, haven't you figured out that's what I want?" Draco replied. Hermione gasped as one of Draco's hands flung up to her neck. "Perhaps it's time I sped things up," growled Draco deeply, and crashed his lips forcefully onto Hermione's. Hermione squeeled shrilly, and now with a free left hand, she began to hit Draco as hard as she could to get him off. Without moving his lips, Draco caught her flaying hand and belted it against the chair. Hermione screamed in pain as Draco removed his lips at last. Laughing maliciously, Draco picked Hermione up from the chair and threw her to the floor. Earthshaking fear began to engulf Hermione as she wallowed on the floor in pain, the air completely knocked out of her lungs.
"He's going to....to....."
Within the next split second, Draco crawled on top of Hermione. He straddled her hips, pressing his weight down hard onto her lower body so that she couldn't move. He then pulled his shirt off swiflty, and after grabbing her wrists and flinging them over her head said in her ear,"Don't trouble your pretty little head, I'll take off the dress." Draco was now merely clothed in his black dress pants, and Hermione could smell his sweat mix with his disgusting cologne. Their faces were once again only inches apart, Draco's long blonde hair brushing across Hermione's forehead. Her heart was racing with terror at this horrific act Draco was about to force on her, but that didn't stop her genius mind from ticking.
"Pig!" she spat through gritted teeth, and in a quick movement, brought her upper leg swiftly up Malfoy's groin. Draco curbed over in pain as Hermione started to crawl away. But before she could manage to stand, Draco caught her ankle and pulled himself on top of her back, laying on her flatly. He caught her arms this time, and wrenched them behind her back as Hermione cried out in agony. To Hermine's disgust, Draco was still laughing and said oily into her ear,
"Ooo, I love the dirty talk, Granger. You ARE clever to know."
Hermione began to cry from fear. Her body was weak, and she had no magic to protect her against this kind of darkness. Draco started to kiss and bite Hermione's neck, and run one of his hands up her leg to remove her dress. Draco had almost reached her underwear, when Hermione heard someon charge into the common room and within seconds, throw Draco off of her. She spun around to see Harry and Draco fighting fiercly on the floor. Both boys were swinging punches at whatever they could hit. Anger pounding through her veins now, when she saw Draco roll Harry over and pin him to the floor, she attacked Draco with all her might. Diving forward, she clenched both of her fists together, and pounded Draco hard in his right ear. Draco immediately flew off Harry and landed on the floor with a thud, and grabbing his ear in howling pain. Harry stood for yet another full on body blow to Draco, but Hermione grabbed his arm and shirt before he could. It took all of her remaining strength to hold him back.
"Stop it, Harry!" she cried, "Don't!" Harry gocked at her in shock, blood draining from his swelling lip, bruises all ready visible on both his cheeks.
"Stop?! 'Mione, this prat was trying to RAPE you!"
"Leave it to the Professors so you don't get expelled along with him," said Hermione casting Draco a vicious look. Then she turned back to Harry, and wiped some of the blood from his chin. "I'm all right," she assured him. Harry paused and felt his mad hatred begin to subside at the tenderness in Hermione's touch. He noticed how incredibly striking that scarlet dress was on her, and how it accentuated her....
"You clueless, disturbed pansy," Malfoy muttered. He had managed to get to his feet again, though he was swaying to keep his balance, "She loves you knitwit, has been for years, but you've been too self-obsorbed to see it."
"You're off your trolley, Malfoy," said Harry violently, "Hermione must've hit you harder than she thought." He tried to throw her a smile, but it soon faded as he saw Hermione trying to purposefully avoid his gaze.
"Look at her for yourself and tell me you don't see it," Malfoy chided. Indeed, Hermione was now on the verge of tears. This was NOT how she had wanted him to find out.
"Shut up, Malfoy," she hissed, shutting her eyes. Harry stood completely aghast by the whole thing. By Hermione's reaction, it was obvious Draco wasn't lying. Hermione was in love with him? Had ALWAYS been in love with him?
"How many times did it break your heart, Granger, to see Harry chase after Cho? When he KISSED Cho?"
"Shut up," Hermione said more firmly, turning from Harry to face Malfoy, eyes glossy and glaring. She didn't want anymore violence, but he was pushing it.
"The faithful, loyal, and doting Hermione Granger, brilliant witch of our age, always by Boy Wonder's side----!"
"Shut up!" Harry screamed this time, fists clenching. Draco's twisting grin now turned into a leer.
"What's the matter Potter? Did I hit a nerve? Seeing the truth now are you about your precious little Mudblood whore!" That did it. Blinded with hatred, Harry tried to throw a punch, but Draco ducked and punched Harry hard in the stomach, knocking the air form his lungs. Hermione started for Harry's side, but Draco was quick to stop her with a violent back hand to her face. Hermione shriekd and spun into the couch. "Does it kill you to know he doesn't love you back, Granger!" he snapped. Draco was advancing on Hermione as she cast him a dark look of her own through tear stained eyes. "To him, you're nothing, and never will be." Just then, Harry lept to his feet, hurled Draco around, and gave him a right cross that sent him sprawling across the room and into the coffee table, which shattered into peices at Draco's crash and burn landing. Once Draco was down and out for good, Harry looked around him through blinking eyes to see if Hermione was all right. But to Harry's dismay, she was gone.
Hermione recognized the path they were taking as the one which led down to the Slytherin dormitories. It would surely be completely deserted with everyone at the convocation, which is exactly what Draco was counting on; though Hermione couldn't think of a single Slytherin who wouldn't enjoy see her roughed up a bit. When they reached the portrait, Draco gave the password, 'pure blood' ("Can't improve on perfection," he had said to Hermione with a sickly grin) and Crabbe and Goyle lugged Hermione into the Slytherin common room. Once inside, the two of them dropped her to her feet and immediately tossed her into Draco's arms. Draco had to fight to keep his hold on Hermione as she fought desperately to release herself, "Let GO of me, you shameful, putrid--"
"Have a seat, Granger," said Draco wickedly as he threw her into one of the large, black lounge chairs, causing Hermione to emit as small groan. Indeed there was no one in the place, and as Hermione soon noticed, no one included Crabbe and Goyle. She was left completely alone in the Slythein common room with Draco Malfoy.
Before she had a chance to get up, Draco had slammed his hands onto Hermione's wrists, pinning them to the arm rests of the chair. Hermione winced in pain, but did nothing more as Draco's face loomed inches from hers. Breathing hard, she stared down Draco's smirking grin.
"You must be out of your disgusting mind, Malfoy," Hermione snarled, "Once Dumbldore hears about this, you'll be expelled faster than you can say Azkaban." Draco merely continued to smile and his hands traveled up to Hermione's upper arms, pressing them hard into the back of the chair.
"That's an amazing dress, Granger. Bet you thought THIS would impress, Harry eh?" Draco said, on the verge of laughter. Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"Wha--How--?"
"Parvati is SUCH a little tattle-tale. Can't keep her mouth shut for two seconds, always jabbering on and on, doesn't ever consider," Draco broke off to grin at her, "who might be listening." Hermione's cheeks flared red, as she fought against Draco's hold yet again. Coursing with rage, Hermione spat right into Draco's face. Draco snapped his hands hard against her shoulders and kneeled in front of her, "Not wise you repulsive Mudblood. You wouldn't want to hurry Saint Potter's return to his weak, insufferable parents, now would you?" Draco began to laugh.
"You think you're so clever," said Hermione, steaming with fury, "Harry's on to you. He was on to you hours ago, and when I don't show up, then he'll come looking for me." Draco's laughter increased.
"Clever witch, haven't you figured out that's what I want?" Draco replied. Hermione gasped as one of Draco's hands flung up to her neck. "Perhaps it's time I sped things up," growled Draco deeply, and crashed his lips forcefully onto Hermione's. Hermione squeeled shrilly, and now with a free left hand, she began to hit Draco as hard as she could to get him off. Without moving his lips, Draco caught her flaying hand and belted it against the chair. Hermione screamed in pain as Draco removed his lips at last. Laughing maliciously, Draco picked Hermione up from the chair and threw her to the floor. Earthshaking fear began to engulf Hermione as she wallowed on the floor in pain, the air completely knocked out of her lungs.
"He's going to....to....."
Within the next split second, Draco crawled on top of Hermione. He straddled her hips, pressing his weight down hard onto her lower body so that she couldn't move. He then pulled his shirt off swiflty, and after grabbing her wrists and flinging them over her head said in her ear,"Don't trouble your pretty little head, I'll take off the dress." Draco was now merely clothed in his black dress pants, and Hermione could smell his sweat mix with his disgusting cologne. Their faces were once again only inches apart, Draco's long blonde hair brushing across Hermione's forehead. Her heart was racing with terror at this horrific act Draco was about to force on her, but that didn't stop her genius mind from ticking.
"Pig!" she spat through gritted teeth, and in a quick movement, brought her upper leg swiftly up Malfoy's groin. Draco curbed over in pain as Hermione started to crawl away. But before she could manage to stand, Draco caught her ankle and pulled himself on top of her back, laying on her flatly. He caught her arms this time, and wrenched them behind her back as Hermione cried out in agony. To Hermine's disgust, Draco was still laughing and said oily into her ear,
"Ooo, I love the dirty talk, Granger. You ARE clever to know."
Hermione began to cry from fear. Her body was weak, and she had no magic to protect her against this kind of darkness. Draco started to kiss and bite Hermione's neck, and run one of his hands up her leg to remove her dress. Draco had almost reached her underwear, when Hermione heard someon charge into the common room and within seconds, throw Draco off of her. She spun around to see Harry and Draco fighting fiercly on the floor. Both boys were swinging punches at whatever they could hit. Anger pounding through her veins now, when she saw Draco roll Harry over and pin him to the floor, she attacked Draco with all her might. Diving forward, she clenched both of her fists together, and pounded Draco hard in his right ear. Draco immediately flew off Harry and landed on the floor with a thud, and grabbing his ear in howling pain. Harry stood for yet another full on body blow to Draco, but Hermione grabbed his arm and shirt before he could. It took all of her remaining strength to hold him back.
"Stop it, Harry!" she cried, "Don't!" Harry gocked at her in shock, blood draining from his swelling lip, bruises all ready visible on both his cheeks.
"Stop?! 'Mione, this prat was trying to RAPE you!"
"Leave it to the Professors so you don't get expelled along with him," said Hermione casting Draco a vicious look. Then she turned back to Harry, and wiped some of the blood from his chin. "I'm all right," she assured him. Harry paused and felt his mad hatred begin to subside at the tenderness in Hermione's touch. He noticed how incredibly striking that scarlet dress was on her, and how it accentuated her....
"You clueless, disturbed pansy," Malfoy muttered. He had managed to get to his feet again, though he was swaying to keep his balance, "She loves you knitwit, has been for years, but you've been too self-obsorbed to see it."
"You're off your trolley, Malfoy," said Harry violently, "Hermione must've hit you harder than she thought." He tried to throw her a smile, but it soon faded as he saw Hermione trying to purposefully avoid his gaze.
"Look at her for yourself and tell me you don't see it," Malfoy chided. Indeed, Hermione was now on the verge of tears. This was NOT how she had wanted him to find out.
"Shut up, Malfoy," she hissed, shutting her eyes. Harry stood completely aghast by the whole thing. By Hermione's reaction, it was obvious Draco wasn't lying. Hermione was in love with him? Had ALWAYS been in love with him?
"How many times did it break your heart, Granger, to see Harry chase after Cho? When he KISSED Cho?"
"Shut up," Hermione said more firmly, turning from Harry to face Malfoy, eyes glossy and glaring. She didn't want anymore violence, but he was pushing it.
"The faithful, loyal, and doting Hermione Granger, brilliant witch of our age, always by Boy Wonder's side----!"
"Shut up!" Harry screamed this time, fists clenching. Draco's twisting grin now turned into a leer.
"What's the matter Potter? Did I hit a nerve? Seeing the truth now are you about your precious little Mudblood whore!" That did it. Blinded with hatred, Harry tried to throw a punch, but Draco ducked and punched Harry hard in the stomach, knocking the air form his lungs. Hermione started for Harry's side, but Draco was quick to stop her with a violent back hand to her face. Hermione shriekd and spun into the couch. "Does it kill you to know he doesn't love you back, Granger!" he snapped. Draco was advancing on Hermione as she cast him a dark look of her own through tear stained eyes. "To him, you're nothing, and never will be." Just then, Harry lept to his feet, hurled Draco around, and gave him a right cross that sent him sprawling across the room and into the coffee table, which shattered into peices at Draco's crash and burn landing. Once Draco was down and out for good, Harry looked around him through blinking eyes to see if Hermione was all right. But to Harry's dismay, she was gone.