Will You Be There?
Disclaimer: Must we repeat this every time?? Fine, fine. I do not, I repeat, do NOT own Harry Potter or anything else of the sort.
::warning: rape scene ahead. if you don't like rape scenes, just scroll down.::
Lyrics are from "Dangerous" by Michael Jackson.
Chapter 4: Dangerous
The way she came into the place
I knew right then and there
There was a something different
About this girl
The way she moved
Her hair, her face, her lines
Divinity in motion
Hermione could not believe what she saw. There, right in front of her, were none other than Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley—in the same bed. Sleeping together. In a very intimate position—spooning, to be exact. Oh wait till she told Blaise about this. 'Wait,' she thought to herself, 'when did I start calling Zabini by his first name?'
'Since you started having those little naughty dreams about him at night...' a little voice said in the back of her head.
'Shut up! I do NOT want Bl—Zabini that way.'
'Sure you don't.'
'Just...SHUT UP!!' With that, she quietly closed the door to Ginny's room, leaving the happy couple sleeping. As she made her way down to the Great Hall, she bumped into a hard-rock wall, or so she thought. "Watch where you're going, mudblood," the creepy voice of Goyle said, "you never know what might happen to such a pretty thing as you." ::A/N: Betcha you thought it was Blaise, huh?:: While saying this, he leered at her body, making her shiver with disgust. She could see in his eyes the lust there, but also, it looked as if he was trying to make a decision with himself. It seemed he did make his decision, because he started talking to her again.
"Granger, why are you so pretty?"
"What?"
"You're just so pretty. It makes me want to, see if it's real."
"And how would you do that exactly, Goyle?"
"I think we both know how I would want to do that." At the inference in his voice, Hermione's eyes widened, and she started to shake her head. As he reached towards her, she searched frantically for her wand, but remembered that she left it on the night table in her room. He heaved her off the floor roughly, not caring about how she felt, just knowing that he wanted to have her and see if those stories he had heard about Hermione fucking every one were true.
Hermione knew she shouldn't have felt aroused, but she did. However, once she saw the predatory gleam in his eyes, all thoughts of being excited at all were dead. She felt as if she were a rag doll, being dragged in the hallways. She knew he must have heard about her late-night escapades. 'What a way for it to bite me in the ass,' she thought. He dragged her into an empty classroom and locked it with a spell that had Hermione amazed that he could do that with his level of intelligence.
She started to back away from him, until she hit the hard surface of the wall and knew she was cornered. She begged and pleaded for him to stop, but her complaints only egged him on. He put both of his hands on either side of her head, and she knew nothing was going to get her out of this. With one of his huge hands, he held hers over her head, and with the other, he ripped her blouse off, exposing her pink and green lace bra to him as well as her ample cleavage. In one swoop motion her bra was ripped off too, exposing her to him.
At the sight of her breasts, Goyle got a greedy look on his face. He went to one of them, licking and biting the nipple eagerly, then going around biting the rest of her torso, finally ending up biting her neck as if he was some sort of vampire. Hermione wanted to cry because it hurt so much. Goyle, obviously annoyed by the fact that she wasn't enjoying it as much as he was, decided that maybe they should switch roles. "Bitch, if you're so uncomfortable with me doing all the work, why don't you do some yourself?" and with that he dragged her to the desk. There was a chair there, and he sat down, promptly divesting himself of his pants and unbuttoning his boxers.
At the sight of his huge throbbing cock, Hermione really got scared at what he wanted to do to her, and the urge to cry came back to her, but she refused to. She wouldn't show anyone that she was weak. Forcefully he shoved her on her knees and forced himself into her mouth. She started to gag at his enlarged dick being thrusted down her throat and she started to tear. Goyle started to get bored with this, so he took himself out of her mouth, ripped her underwear off, bent her over the desk and started to rape her violently. Every bang on the desk kept piercing into her stomach, making it even more painful. He was tearing into her, producing more terror than arousal. If you were in the hallways, all you could hear were Goyle's grunts and moans and ooohs and aaahs. Finally he finished, and as he took himself out, all you could see was white mixed with red, his semen, her blood.
With a large grin on her face, he picked up her underwear, sniffed them, and said "Thanks for the ride. I'll keep these as a memento." He laughed and left the empty classroom, leaving a bloody Hermione behind. Shakily, she put her bra and shirt back on (or whatever remained of her shirt, anyways), and slid onto the floor, finally crying her eyes out.
Goyle went his merry way down to the Slytherin dungeons, hardly believing what he had just experienced. She was probably the best fuck of his life. Oh wait till he told the Slytherins about this, he thought to himself.
He entered the dungeons and found Pansy, Harry, Blaise, and Crabbe all sitting in the common room, so he decided to tell them first. "Guess what?"
"What?" Pansy said lazily.
"I just fucked that little mudblood Granger! Oh god was she good!! Didn't seem to complain much either! I musta been that good for her, huh?" Everyone started laughing in the room, except for Blaise. Inside, his mind was going in circles. 'What? Is she ok? Is she hurt? What did he do to her? She wouldn't have done that willingly would she? Wait, when do I care what happens to her?'
'Oh shut up already!' the voice in his head said. 'You know you've liked her forever. So get out of there and comfort her already!'
'Have not!' he thought to himself, although he knew it was a losing battle.
"Sorry to interrupt on your great story Goyle," Blaise drawled, "but I must do a Charms essay in the library. G'day all!!", and with that, he left the room, although no one really paid any attention to where he went.
He had no idea where he was going. Goyle never said what classroom he had left her in, just that it was empty. After walking for what seemed like hours, he heard a muffled sob coming from an old Transfiguration classroom a couple of feet ahead. Walking straight into the classroom, he saw her.
She was there on the cold, hard stone floor, looking every bit the victim. Her shirt was torn, not really covering anything. He could see her bra, but avoided that area of her body immediately. Her skirt was torn and ripped all along the hem, and she had bruises all over her body. He knew she had no underwear on, from the display Goyle put on with them in the common room.
Finally, after a good 5-minute observation, he went to her side and started to move his arms around to hug her, but she flinched and scuttled away from Blaise. She started muttering, but the words were so incomprehensive that he gave up trying to understand them a long time ago.
He finally got the resolve to hold her again, but she couldn't be found. He looked all over for her, and saw her trying to get to the door. He swiftly got up and blocked the entrance to her, making her look up at him with terror in her eyes. 'What really happened here?? Why is she crying?', he thought as he gently pulled her up and gave her his cloak.
Hermione was stunned. Had she really thought Zabini was going to rape her? Why had she believed that, she thought to herself as he put the cloak around her. Not being able to take it anymore, she once again cried, this time, in Blaise's shoulder. Blaise was taken aback, to say the least, and almost felt uncomfortable, but then remembered the many times he had to console his mother when his father would beat and rape her and it just all came back to him.
He just held her while she cried and cried. She stopped after a while, but was still shaking. The only thing comforting her was his scent: light and woody. It was all she needed at the moment to feel safe. He just sat with her, rocking her back and forth, as if to let her know that he would always be there for her, he would always keep her safe.
When she looked up into his eyes, she was lost, lost in time, lost in her surroundings, lost in everything. The emotion in his clear blue eyes was startling, and she didn't, no, wouldn't believe it was for her. That thought kept on playing in her mind until he spoke. "Are you truly alright?"
"What do you think? I was just raped!! What a way for my past to bite me back in the ass!!"
"Raped?"
"No shit Sherlock. What, do you think I willingly did Goyle??"
The way he made it sound...and the things I've heard about what you did...it just made sense that you would have done him willingly. Wait, no it didn't. I'm so confused. So he actually raped you??"
"Didn't I just say that?" Hermione saw a flicker of rage in his eyes that slowly grew.
"I'm. Going. To. Fucking. Kill. Him. Slowly. Painfully." Every one of Blaise's words struck Hermione. Around Blaise she felt...protected, for lack of a better word. Right now, she wanted to talk to him. See who the real Blaise Zabini was and see why she was falling for him so fast.
"Look, I need to shower, get clean, do whatever to rid myself of the taint that is Goyle. Would you mind coming with me to my room? I hope that offer of tea is still good."
Blaise smiled. "Of course. Now's a good a time as any. Let's go!", and with that, they got up and headed to her room—her to find out why she liked him so much, him just to be with her. He thought, 'Damn I'll probably need a cigarette pretty soon,' but didn't seem to really need one when they got to her room.
As she stalked the room
I could feel the aura
Of her presence
Every head turned
Feeling passion and lust
The girl was persuasive
The girl I could not trust
The girl was bad
The girl was dangerous
Draco awoke to a warm body pressed against him. Once again, he thought "Where am I?", but then, once again, everything came back to him. ::A/n: Draco seems real forgetful, don't he??:: 'Who's Tom?' he thought, 'And why does he scare this girl so much? What did he do?' He checked the time—2:30?!?! Thank god it's Saturday. As he got lost in his thoughts, a sudden move yanked him out.
Her eyes fluttered open, and the emotion in them made his heart break. She looked so...lost. As if she didn't have any clue where anything was or where it should be. "Hey," he whispered, "How are you?"
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Just being there." A nervous laugh escaped Ginny's lips. "You must think I'm pretty psycho, huh?"
"Nope, you're just as sane as me."
"Oh God, I am crazy."
"Haha, spare me the oh-so witty comebacks."
"Aren't they great?"
"Oh so much so. You know, sometimes, I even forget to laugh. Isn't that just so amazing?"
"Shut up you...you arse-bandit!"
Draco gasped. "EXCUSE me? Arse-bandit? I'm not a fag!!!! Well I never..."
"Glad to see I got through to you dear."
"You witch!"
"Of course," she purred, "I always thought that was why I was here, you know, with all the wands and spells and potions and everything, but I guess I was wrong till now, huh??"
"And once again, with the sarcasm!"
"Oh you know you love it, don't even try to front it you bint."
"I am no bint!!!"
Ginny stared laughing hysterically, but stopped when she heard Draco's question.
"What are we Weasley?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean are we friends?? Or more?? Or do we just go back to hating each other??"
"Well, we DEFINITELY are not something more. Too gruesome for me to handle."
"Oh thanks. I didn't know I was that bad to look at."
"Well now you know. You're too much of a good pet to be an enemy—" "Hey!" he laughed, but she went on, "so I guess we're friends. Can you handle that Malfoy?"
"Of course Weasley. But I must insist we should call each other by different names. Weasley and Malfoy are just "
"So can I call you sunshine?? It's just like the song, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray..."
His mouth twitched slightly at this, but he suppressed it. "Sunshine? I think it hardly fits for me."
"Oh sure it does!! You're just too dark to see the light!!! I'll help!!! You are my—"
"No more of the song!!!! Please God no more!!!!"
She laughed. He decided it was a nice laugh to listen, and the thought of this girl wanting to be his friend made him smile. Not one of those fake smiles that he always had to give at his family's stupid parties or to Pansy—no, this one was natural.
She saw the smile slowly creep onto his face, and it just made her wanna sigh. When he truly smiled, it was just a sight to behold. All of his face lighted up and you could tell he was really happy. It made him look...gorgeous. Wait, gorgeous?? Draco Malfoy wasn't gorgeous!!!! 'Yes he is,' the little voice in the back of her head said.
"Having fun staring at my beauty?? I know you thought I was hot." He said smugly.
"Not staring SUNSHINE, just wondering if my eyes were going to shatter or not looking at you."
"No more Sunshine!!!!"
She laughed again. "Fine, what do you want to be called??"
"How about your middle name?"
"Anything but that." His voice took on a hardness that startled Ginny. Seeing this, he grabbed her shoulders softly to explain her. "I'm sorry," he started, "it's just that I'm not proud of my middle name."
"What is it?"
"Lucius."
"Well I can see why. I don't like mine either."
"And what's yours? Hmmm??"
"Molly," she whispered.
"What? Speak up! I couldn't hear you?"
"Molly!!" she screamed, and he laughed.
"Well isn't that ironic? I'm named after my dad, and you your mom. How convenient."
"Well, it's not that ironic, but whatever Malfoy."
"Well, how does 'Mol' sound?'
"Eww no!! Would you like it if I called you 'Lou?'"
"That would be horrendous!"
"Then no Mol."
"Fine. But what do we call each other then?"
"Hmm...I still say Sunshine, BUT," she interjected before he could say a word, "if you REALLY don't like it, how about Dracula?"
"Dracula, as in the muggle vampire myth?"
"Yea! His name actually means 'dragon,' which means the same as Draco, right?"
"Well, yea, but what do I call you then?"
"How about Mina? For the girl who reminds him so much of his dear Elisabeta?"
"Strangely, it fits."
"Doesn't it?"
"You're not bad."
"Neither are you. Now my dear Count, would you please escort me to my dear friend Hermione, or rather, Lucy's room? I must visit her and inquire of her activities of late."
"Of course my love. First, however, we must get dressed. Then I have the pleasure of turning her. Oh the sweetness of her blood!!!"
"Do you realise that we are the king and queen of all things wrong?"
"Oh yes—the king of slashing and the queen of drinks. I think it fits very well," he said bitterly.
"Why do you do it?" she asked timidly.
"Maybe, one day, you'll know. Why do you drink?"
"Same. Now, let me put on a robe, and you put on those shorts of yours that I washed, and we'll go visit my dear Lucy."
"Agreed." Ginny put on her robe, and Draco his shorts, and together, they walked along the way to Hermione's room, hand in hand, joking and laughing on the way."
"Oh my dear Count, what are you doing to me? My flesh is too pure to be touched! But your teeth feel so good! Oh please, oh, do it to me some more!!" Ginny said in a breathy voice. By that time, he and Ginny had an audience.
Draco moved up behind her as she was walking, his mouth close to her neck, and somehow, she wasn't sure if it was the game or her anymore, but Ginny truly wished that he would lick, bite, and kiss her neck, and maybe other parts. 'The game,' she thought, 'it's just a game.' It didn't seem like one to her though. 'I mean, why should I be attracted to Draco? He's just a friend that I want to help. Right? It's just my stupid hormones. Damn PMS!'
"My dear, no one tastes as good as you. Your blood, it's just so sweet and tangy!" Draco said into her throat, not noticing the people watching as they walked by, but strangely engulfed in her delicate scent. 'She smells like strawberries and lavender,' he noticed, 'very soothing. Wait, why am I so enthralled? She's just a friend! I just wish I could help her. I mean, maybe one day she'll tell me why she drinks, but it's not right for her to.' 'And it's right for you to cut yourself?' a little voice at the back of his head voiced. 'Well, no, but...' 'But nothing! You know she's the only person that might even be close to helping you! Not even Blaise could do that!' 'Maybe...' he thought.
Contrary to what she saw, Draco didn't like to cut himself. But it just felt so good when he started, he just didn't want to end. Maybe he would. If she said she didn't want him to again, maybe he wouldn't.
"Oh my Love, we're here! Let us go in and corrupt Lucy fully!" Ginny said, laughing evilly.
"Yes, let's." And with that, they opened the door, but what they found was a different story. On Hermione's couch was Hermione, but she had her arms around a certain someone, a certain Slytherin no less. One with black hair and blue eyes.
"Hermione?!" Ginny gasped.
"Blaise?!" Draco said, astounded.
"Draco?!" Blaise said, surprised.
"Ginny?!" Hermione cried.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" a voice said from the background.
"Oh my God," Ginny said, "it's YOU!"
Dangerous
The girl is so dangerous
Take away my money
Throw away my time
You can call me honey
But you're no damn good for me
Dangerous
The girl is so dangerous
I have to pray to God
'Cause I know how
Lust can blind
It's a passion in my soul
But you're no damn lover
Friend of mine...
Woo-hoo!! Another chapter done. Mwah-ha-ha-ha!! now don't you wonder who walked into the room?? Sorry this took me so long to get out, but I've just been swamped with my extra-curricular activities ::if u saw my schedule, you'd understand plus my homework.:: But I'll be trying to update more often!!! Now, please review!!! I would really like to see how you like it. All reviews welcome—good or bad!!!