Draco Malfoy followed the headmaster down a long winding staircase into the deep dungeons. Along side him was no other than Hermione Granger. The two Heads were deep in thought as they went with Dumbledore to their room. Oh, God! I have to share a room with Malfoy! This is gonna suck. He'll probably kidnap me and take me to his father. Sharing a room with Granger is gonna suck. She'll be all up in my life or she'll probably rape me or something. What would you expect from the Hogwarts Whore? I hope she leaves me alone. God knows I don't want to have to explain anything to her.
They struggled to equal Dumbledore in his strides but were gasping for breath when they reached their destination. Before them hung a magnificent portrait of both students draped in regal gowns, topped with scepters and jewels, and seated on breath taking thrones. Draco and Hermione gaped in wonder at the exquisite portrait of themselves. Dumbledore smiled at their wonderment and proceeded with the formalities.
"I present you with the entrance to the Head dormitories. The password I believe is 'sunflower seeds.' I will leave you to settle in your rooms and get your rest. If you need me, or any other professor, alert your portraits and they will find us. Good night."
The Head Boy and Girl cautiously stepped into the amazing rooms to discover dorms worthy of their entrance. Everything was draped in crimson and gold, silver and green. Every book, pillow, utensil, blanket, or furniture was lined with delicate gold filigree. The doorways to the sleeping quarters were sturdy smooth polished mahogany wood. As Hermione stared in awe, Draco recovered himself and swiftly disappeared into his rooms with a curt "Good night." Hermione, left to her own devices decided to explore her rooms and bathroom. The bedroom equaled the quality of the common room and already had her things unpacked and placed neatly in order. Hermione nodded in approval as she noticed a pair of pajamas set out for her use. Once she had checked into the mini spa like bathroom, Hermione changed her clothes, and climbed into her bed. It was time for thinking.
Hermione lay back on her pillows and thought back to her last year which had completely transformed her boring school girl life. The cold memories came flooding back in a shaking nightmare....
(Flashback)
"Hermione! Wait up! Did you hear about Dean's party?" Harry sprinted to the great oak tree where Hermione Granger was reading underneath its shade. The tree, along the lakeshore, was her favorite reading spot and Harry Potter knew that he could find her here. Hermione glanced up to survey her gorgeous best friend who was panting with expectant excitement.
"Yes Harry I have heard. Are you going?" Hermione calmly commented although her heart was still mending from the moment when she had found out she was not invited. To get in, you had to be a hot young whore who was willing to party and let loose. Guys were not so keen on letting the old bookworm in on their shindigs.
"Well, I was wondering if you want to go with me. I think you could use the night off! It will be fun!" Harry pleaded with her once he saw her startled doubtful expression. "Please! Come on, it won't be any thing weird just as friends!" Hermione glanced up into those deep puppy eyes and felt her system break down.
"Sure Harry. Why not? I will go with you." Hermione resigned in defeat, but inwardly, her heart was leaping as she thought about the upcoming party. Oh how wonderful it feels to be accepted! Even if only by your best friend! Hermione reassured Harry of her intent to accompany him once more and set off for the Tower to ready herself.
Hermione incorporated Ginny to help her pick an outfit and dress for the affair. Ginny wanted to go for the full out skank outfit, but Hermione put her foot down. After an hour of compromising, the two finally settled on an outfit comfortable to Hermione's standards and revealing and tight enough to please Ginny. The two girls dressed quickly and studied their images in the mirror. "You look great Ginny! Really hot!" Hermione told her friend. Ginny was wearing knee high stiletto boots with a pair of leather boycut underwear and a matching leather tube top. Her blazing red hair was waving down her bare back and her eyes were piercing with heavy amount of dark eye liner. Hermione had to admit. Ginny was sexy.
Ginny pulled back and let Hermione have her turn. Hermione gasped in awe as she saw her normally modestly hidden body portrayed into full glory. The tight short blue jean skirt was about 8 inches from the back of her knee and her top was a simple bathing suit top that had layers hanging from it. Her firm legs were protruding from under the skirt and her flat hard stomach was a sight to behold. Hermione was gorgeous. And she knew she was no longer just a bookworm mudblood any more.
The two met Harry in the common room ( who was also amazed at Herms' transformation) and they all set off for the party in the Room of Requirement. Once the three arrived, Hermione first noticed the loud music, the lack of lights, and the heavy smell of alcohol in the air. She and Ginny found their way to some couches and squeezed in amongst the snogging couples. Hermione was taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds when an unsuspecting hand reached out and slapped her on the rear. Hermione whipped around to see Harry dancing foolishly behind her.
"Harry! Was that you? God you are so rude!" Hermione squealed, "you're absolutely drunk!" Harry had presently begun to swagger and sway as he slurred into his drink.
"Hey lighten up toots! It's a party! Hahaha!" Harry promptly fell over onto some of the couples. Hermione, disgusted with this behavior, decided this was not her scene and was making her way out the door when a hand caught her around the waist.
"Where you goin honey? You can't be leaving already! Come join me!" a slurred voice purred into her ear. The hand did not remove itself from her waist.
"Please leave me alone Dean. It's a nice party but I'm going back to my room now. Goodbye." Hermione again attempted to depart when she was roughly jerked back.
"Oh no you don't! We're still having fun! Don't you want to have fun baby? Come on, let's dance!" Dean shoved her onto the dance floor and forcefully began to grind on her body. Hermione began to freak out and tried to escape. But Dean was now moving his hands onto her butt. She tried to squirm away but was met with a slap on the face.
"What you doin hoe? Trying to leave early? I don't think so! Seamus! Ron! Come help me have fun with this hoe. We need to teach her some discipline." The three guys began to come close around her and began to touch her body. Hermione screamed and was again met with a striking blow to the head. From behind, Seamus held her arms still while Dean fondled her breasts and Ron started licking her body. Hermione fought for all she was worth but was promptly thrown into a side room. Hermione stopped resisting by the time they got all her clothes off. But once Dean had unsheathed himself into her unsuspecting virgin body, she was beyond tears. Hermione did not fight as her former friends raped her repeatedly for the next few hours. It was only when Harry found her in her bloody state, did she ever begin to cry.
End Flashback
Hermione lay on her soft downy sheets and let the tears wash over her. That fateful night had turned her into the Hogwarts whore as Hermione never wanted to be again the boring bookworm who couldn't get any action except by rape. If she wasn't a virgin, might as well make the best of it.
But here, alone in the dark, her sex status did nothing for her broken heart. The wet droplets gently slid down her face and she began to shiver in her pain. Sure, she could get a guy. Any guy she wanted. But why was it that she was so lonely when she had supposedly everything? Everything but her one true desire. Somebody to love.
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
-"Somebody to Love" Queen
Hermione bolted up in her bed. There was a faint mewing sound wafting from the bathroom. A familiar melody Hermione had sung many times in the past. Alone in the bathroom, some one was crying.