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Chapter 9: The Incident

(Author's Note)'thoughts' "talking" duh!! :
For the next several weeks Hermione avoids Draco. Mainly she swam in her own pool and went to a different area of the beach. She wanted to see Draco and tell him that she liked him so much, but she just couldn't stand it. Wait, when did this happen.

That night Hermione could not stand being at home any longer. The night club was awaiting her arrival.

The night came and she dressed in a turquoise blue tight skirt that flared at the end a few inches above her knee. She was wearing a lime green tank top, with matching Hawaiian flip-flops. (A/N: stargirl here, just so you know I didn't think of that outfit. All color crispy. Yell at her, not me!)

"Heading out mum!" she yelled as she ran downstairs.

"See you later."

Hermione was quickly welcomed into the club, still having her name on the exclusive list.

She headed straight for the bar, and without thinking she bought a shot of tequila. Lifting the glass to her lips she began thinking to herself, 'Why did I just order tequila? It's not my drink, it's Draco's drink-'then something seemed to be talking to her. It sounded like Draco. Hermione looked around, there was nobody, yet she heard him saying, "It is our drink."

She shook her head hard, and dashed to the area where the bathrooms were. It seemed to be a lot quieter than near the dance floor.

Hermione hiccupped a cry.

Just then a guy walked out of the men's room he looked extremely drunk.

He noticed her, "Hey baby, don't cry. I'm here now," he tried wrapping his arms around her, but Hermione was smart and pushed him off.

He tried after her again; she didn't know what to do. Her thoughts left the drunk and only thought about Draco.

The guy smiled a hideous smile. He pushed Hermione into the wall, gripped onto her left wrist and placed it above her head; her other hand seemed to clasp itself to the wall like a magnate. His body pressed against hers, his free hand tightly around her neck making her cough.

Slowly the drunk went straight for her trembling lips and slipped in his tongue with more force. The hand around her neck slowly traveled down her neck onto her shoulder. The tank top strap slid off her shoulder and onto her arm. Hermione's cleavage seemed to show even more than before. The drunk let go of the kiss and grinned at her. His hand that was going down her arm was strolling down her hip and down her bare leg, where her skirt ended. The hand went as for down as possible, then started up again; up her skirt and to her inner thigh.

Hermione got the courage at this moment to run. She shoved him off her and run as fast as she ever had before. She was a mile from the club by now. She stopped for air quickly. She stood there for a few seconds and started running through the pouring rain, until she was standing in front of a hotel.

Tears rolling down her cheeks Hermione debated with herself if she should knock on the door.

Now taking deep quick breaths, she stretched her arm out to knock. Just then, the door opened and there stood Draco.

"Hermione?" he answered with surprise and worry.

All she could do was cry still drenched from the rain. She moved closer to him, and he let open his arms as she fell into his extended arms. She cried harder into his shoulder, and all Draco thought would be good to do was to wrap his arms tightly around her.

"Come in, and if you want you can tell me what happened," he kissed her forehead as if they were a couple.

Hermione nodded.

Draco directed her into his room, and set her on the couch.

"Lets get you some dry clothes. You don't mind wearing something of mine?"

She shook her head saying with her shake it was alright.

He went to the mini kitchen, and started to make hot chocolate (he found it at the mini mart down the street). After he set it up he went to a smaller room, and came out with a bunch of clothes, which he thought Hermione would like.

"You can wear something in this pile," he indicated to the pile of the clothes and he then turned around.

Hermione looked at the pile picked out a few things, quickly yet slowly putting them on.

A few minutes later, "I'm done."

Draco turned around to see her wearing a pair of his silky silver boxers, and a green t-shirt that went a little passed her hips.

Hermione's hair was still drenched and sticking to her face. When he looked at her face he saw all her make up had smeared, especially her mascara.

'She is so damn beautiful in my clothes and with smeared make up.'

Draco sat by Hermione, "Care to tell me what happened?"

She stutters still crying, "I tried avoiding. I began to not be able to stand it, so I decided to go to that club," she started.

Draco nodded, wondering exactly why she was avoiding him, but he wasn't going to press the matter right now.

"Then I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was basically just thinking about how perfect you have been, when this guy came."

Draco slightly glared, he didn't like where this was going. 'Making my girl cry…okay so she isn't my girl…yet'

"He cornered me, and was sexually abusing me. He even left these marks," Hermione removed her hand from her neck, which she had around her neck since she arrived.

Where the drunken guy tried to choke her, hand marks were left extremely red.

"Where is he?" Draco jumped up.

Hermione looked up at him as if he were insane.

"No one hurts my girl and gets away with it!" he yelled, not noticing he had just said that. He was completely caught up in his anger.

Her eyes were wide.

"You called me your girl."

"I didn't mean to-"

"I like the sound of that," she said shyly with a slight blush creeping on her face.

"What?" he bellowed.

"I said, 'I like the sound of that'," she repeated even more red.

"See, I too like you, and would love to be your girl." Draco was taken aback.

"Really?"

"Really."

She couldn't believe she was saying this. It wasn't her it was someone else. For some reason it came to her so easily. As if it was meant to happen.

Draco took a step, wanting to kiss her, but instead he said, "Like I said, no one hurts my girl and gets away with it!" he extended his arm. "Now, come here and let me give you a kiss."

He just couldn't resist.

As Hermione put her hand into his palm, he pulled her up and into her arms kissing her ever so passionately.

Hermione was asleep on Draco's couch, when he began to leave to hunt down this guy.

Draco was searching the club for a while, when he finally saw a guy who matched the description of the drunk perfectly at the bar.

"Hey, hitting on other guys' girls sure makes you thirsty, doesn't it?"

The guy nodded.

"Let me buy you a drink."

Draco gave the waiter a nod for a shot.

The man took it and said, "Too the hot brunette. She was so easy!" he drunk the shot easily.

Draco couldn't hold in his anger any longer than he already had.

Draco stood up, "That was my girl!"

He punched the guy in the face. The man fell to the floor, hard.

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Next chapter:
Chapter 10

Small sleepovers, other crew visits Herm, going home, and a lot of tension!!