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Chapter 5: Detention
Draco and Hermione head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. They spend the whole time walking there talking about their marriage.
"I want a dog, I love dogs." Hermione whines.
"A dog," he whines back, "I really don't like dogs."
"But I love them…please," she pleads.
Draco sighs, "Maybe a little one."
Hermione squeals in excitement. Draco laughs at her, "I'll see yah later, okay."
"Bye."
Hermione sits with her friends to find a look of distress on all of their faces. Her great mood is instantly destroyed. "What's wrong?"
Harry looks at her and answers, "I have some bad news…Lindsey Huston was killed last night."
"Oh God! How?" she asks, tears forming in her eyes.
"It gets worse," he begins taking in a deep breath, "Nicholas Baxter was also attacked last night."
"What! What happened? Why!" she says all at once.
"They were both attacked with unforgivables. They found Lindsey's body this morning in the Ravenclaw common room and Ron and I heard Nick screaming from the quidditch field late last night. We went out to do some extra practice and heard him screaming. He was shouting for help and saw a silhouette of a man a few feet away from him, so I shot a stunner at him and he disappeared. Nick was unconscious when we found him, and as far as we know, he still is." Harry explains.
"Jesus, who would do such a thing?" she asks more to herself than them.
"A death eater," Ron answers. Hermione looks at him in disbelief. "Both Lindsey and Nick were muggle borns." He explains.
"What?" she asks breathlessly.
"We think you're in danger." Ron continues.
Hermione walks to her potions class completely alone. She can't handle listening to how much danger she's in. Yes, she's scared; but that doesn't mean she needs to be reminded about it constantly.
She walks up to the door, when the bell rings.
She walks into class about 8 seconds late. Mr. Jackins looks at her and says one word. "Detention."
"What!" she asks dumbfounded.
"Head girl or not, this school has a strict policy on tardiness, so I'm afraid you have detention. Be here after school." He states without even looking at her.
She just sighs and finds an empty seat next to Draco. 'At least I'll be safe tonight' she thinks to herself.
"Hey, have you heard about Nick and Lindsey?" Draco asks.
"Yes." She answers.
"Did you figure out their connection?" he asks.
"Yes." She answers.
He looks at her, "Are you alright?" he asks.
She sighs, "No." she barely whispers.
"Okay class," Mr. Jackins says to the class, "Today we will be learning about the unforgivables."
The class roars in questions.
"To answer all your questions," he begins, silencing the class, "there are 2 different types of extremely illegal potions known to wizards. Using them will get you a dementor's kiss. You don't know about it because it's an INCREADABLY complicated potion that very few use or can even make. It will take 3 weeks to make and this will count as your semester project. Here are the directions, begin." The ingredients and directions appear on the board with a wave of his wand and the class gets to work.
"God that was hard. I had to start over twice!" Ron says to his friends.
"You think that was hard, it was only the first day! Can you imagine how bad it will be in a week?" Harry points out.
Hermione just walks along with them in silence. She can't help but firmly gasp her wand as they head for defense against the dark arts. She feels like there's always someone around the corner…waiting for her.
They get to class and they all sit together.
"Quiet everyone!" Snape yells at the class. "I need to talk to you all. Due to recent events, Professor Dumbledore has asked me to teach you the few defenses against the unforgivable curses. They can't block the entire curse, but it can make the pain bearable enough so you don't pass out. So I need everyone to repeat after me, rebarso."
The whole class in unison repeats, rebarso.
"Good, that will block the Imputas curse. Now I want you to practice that for a few minutes before I test you."
The class practices, all except for the golden trio. The imputas curse is useless against them already. They learned how to naturally deflect it in 4th year. They just talked about quidditch for the rest of the class before they had to be tested. Of course they were the first three to be called up and they were affected for a split second before kicking it off.
Around 6 o'clock, Hermione heads for Mr. Jackins' class. She walks in and finds him sitting at his desk grading papers. He looks up as she walks in and smiles. "Hi, have a seat."
She sits down next to him.
"I would like you to help me grade papers. I have about three hours worth and I really could use the help." He tells her.
"Sure, not a problem." She says politely.
"Okay, the answer key is right here."
"Oh, I don't need it." She smiles.
He looks at her, "Oh right, I forgot how smart you are for a split second. Probably because I never thought I would have to punish such a smart, sweet girl like you."
Hermione gives her best fake smile and just says, "thanks."
About an hour later, they're both growing rather tired.
"Why don't we take a break?" He suggests.
"Great idea." She yawns.
They both lean back in their chairs and get a bit more comfortable. Mr. Jackins takes off his robes, takes off his tie, and unbuttons the top button on his dress shirt. Hermione takes off her school robes and unbuttons the first two buttons on her black button down shirt. She doesn't even notice the look Mr. Jackins is giving her.
"You look really great in that outfit Hermione." He bluntly states, making Hermione feel very uncomfortable.
She looks at him and shy says, "Thank you."
He reached over and put his hand on her thigh causing her to flinch away from him.
"What are you doing?" she asks getting a bit nervous.
He stands up and sits on the desk right next to her, "I'm coming on to you Hermione." He says as he runs his fingers through her silky straight hair.
"Why?" she asks a little shocked.
"Well," he begins, "You're a beautiful, smart, and very sweet girl." He lifts her face up to look her in the eyes. "I have to admit that I'm very attracted to you."
She gets too uncomfortable and decides she should leave. She stands up and grabs her bag. "I think I should go." She says to him.
"Why," he stands up and walks toward her, "just because I'm hitting on you. I thought you were more mature than that Hermione."
"Excuse me?" she asks feeling rather insulted.
"Well, if you were a real woman, you wouldn't let something like someone coming on to you get in the way of your work."
"Well I'm not just getting hit on, I'm alone in a room with a man twice my size who happens to be my teacher and now I know he's attracted to me. That puts me in an uncomfortable position."
He smiles and steps forward. "Your right." He grabs her bag from her and pushes her into her chair. He starts to massage her shoulders, "then let me help you get comfortable.
Hermione starts to feel really nervous. "Please stop Mr. Jackins."
"Greg, my name is Greg."
She sighs, "Fine, please stop Greg."
He spins the chair around and leans down so his face is inches away from hers. "Make me." He whispers. He leans forward and kisses her hard on the lips. He grabs her by the upper arms and throws her on the floor. She frantically searches for her wand but he squats down and grabs her wrist tightly. He reaches into her pocket and grabs her wand and points it directly at her face. "Be quiet." He says calmly. "I don't want to have to hurt you."
"Please…" she pleads.
He turns to the door and puts a strong locking charm on it and then a silencing charm on the whole room. He lowers himself on top of her. "We want to be extra careful." He explains his hand sliding up her skirt.
Hermione feels a tear fall down her face. He wipes it away with a soft touch of his finger. "Don't be afraid, you'll like it." He whispers in her ear. He softly kisses the hollow of her neck as his hand slides further up her thigh and caresses her over her underwear.
"God, please don't." She cries.
"Shh…just relax." He whispers.
His fingers reach past her thong and gently massage her. Her breath involuntarily grows heavier and tears flow freely down her face. He pulls her underwear down and flips her skirt up. She tries to push him away, but he's much too strong for her. He pulls down his pants and boxers and lowers himself on to her. Not in her, but just on her, teasing her. He starts kissing her again. Hermione just wishes he would hit her or something. At least violence demonstrates anger and maybe a way to understand why he's doing this to her. But being so gentle and affectionate is just plain insulting.
He finally pushes himself into her and she screams out from the pain. "Oh, you're a virgin. Here, let's try this." He says as he slowly starts pumping in and out, only moving about an inch. She loosens up and he starts pumping more and faster, but not harder. He's very gentle, but that doesn't mean Hermione wants him to do it. She starts to openly sob and tries to fight him off her, but he's much too powerful for her. He goes faster and faster until he's almost at his climax. Whether Hermione likes it or not, her body is responding to her teacher's movements and is close to her peak as well. Finally, they both climax together.
He climbs off her as casts a charm on Hermione to completely remove all the sperm and DNA as well as keep her from getting pregnant.
He grabs his pants off the floor and gets dressed. Hermione watches him from the floor in shock and disgust. He looks down at her for a minute before leaning down, grabbing her upper arms, pulling her to her feet, and wrapping his arms around her. Hermione squeals but is far too weak to even try to fight him off.
He caresses her cheek and runs his fingers through her hair. "You don't want to tell anyone about this."
Hermione looks at him, too shocked to speak.
"You have no physical or magical evidence that I did anything, and when they let me go, I'll kill everyone you hold dear and rape you again; only next time you won't like it." He grabs her head and pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss. When he breaks it off, he lets her go and goes to his desk to pack his stuff up.
"Get your stuff and head back to your dorm. It's almost curfew." He tells her.
She grabs her stuff and runs out the door without sparing a second glance at him.