Thanks for all the reviews! I got one negative review which I thought was quite unnecessary, because I had written a warning at the top for the graphic bit, and it is a romance fic which is rated R. So please do not post things saying things like its perverted or anything because these are the kind of the things you would expect to find in something that is rated R, and you may not be mature enough to read it. However, thanks so much for the tons of reviews! My apologies for its lateness...
Chapter Eighteen
Fiery balls of jealousy had erupted inside of Draco as he had watched Hermione draped in Blaises' arms swaying to the music. It was so unfair, but perhaps he was the reason behind it all. He was a changed person and had been for a while now. His mind was not as ingenious and naïve as it once was. Years and years had passed as his father had tried to make a puppet out of him and make him walk in his footsteps. Draco had always yielded and believed that power was everything.
He remembered a drapery in his fathers study which said in latin : Aurum Este Potestas; Gold is Power. In his father's mind gold was pure blood, the blood he had tried to dominate over all other kinds. Draco had always been forced along to the sub-levels in his manor along with his father to watch captured muggle-born witches and wizards being tortured. He had kept his face a mask of evil to please his father, but inside he ached every time he heard a tortured scream. He had begun to realize after long meditations in his suites that he could not be a part of his father and the dark lord's schemes and that he would be his own man. He would not be evil and cruel as his father was. He hated his father. The only person he shared intimacy with was his dear mother who lived in fear of her husband. Many a time Draco had seen his father with another woman, and had kept it quiet so as not to cause his mother pain. He had realized that there was no real benefit of working under somebody like the Dark Lord. He had not told his private thoughts about the matter to anyone else. His father would disown him or kill him. So he had to live a double life. And in this double life he had lost Hermione.
He had come to the ball with Pansy Parkinson. Pansy was a whiny pug faced girl who had slept with nearly all the Slytherin boys but claimed she was faithful to Draco. He really didn't know why he put up with her as she annoyed the heck out of him. He saw she was flirting drunkenly with some Hufflepuff at the punch bowl so he made his way out. He couldn't bear it. They way Hermione kept on glaring at him over Blaise's shoulder and refused having eye contact with him. He went outside and walked by the lake for a while then headed in. Perhaps the ball was nearly over. He went inside and decided to make a detour to the kitchens. He hadn't eaten anything since lunch and hadn't even bothered to get a drink at the ball. He had refused to get Pansy anything that was why she had gone there herself. He grabbed a bite from the kitchen then went up the floors to his dormitory and in his room.
He stepped out on the balcony and closed his eyes. After a while he decided to get dressed for bed and he went into the bathroom to wash his face up. He splashed water onto his face again and again. Then he thought he heard something next door and he cautiously moved closer while dabbing at his face. There was someone talking. Hermione probably had friends over. Draco went out and lay on the bed resting his head on his arms and stared up at the ceiling. Then suddenly he heard faint muffled screams and bolted out of bed. He had thought he was dreaming and was watching someone get tortured in his fathers manor... He shook his head and got up for a drink and then he heard "Please...no Please!" and put down his glass. He ran inside the bathroom and tried to door to Hermione room but it was locked. He put his ear to the door and heard screams and pleas. He did the Alohomora charm and the lock clicked.
Inside he found a sight which made his blood boil. There were sheets strewn all over the floor and Hermione was lying handcuffed to the bed with absolutely nothing on and Blaise standing over her zipping up his pants. Draco acted quickly and screamed "Expelliarmus!" Blaises' wand shot out of his hand and landed a few feet away. Next Draco shouted "Petrificus Totalus!" And Blaise's arms clamped down to his sides and he fell backward his face in an evil scowl. He rushed over to Hermione, trying to avert his eyes while unlocking her hands so as not to make her uncomfortable. She was sobbing brokenly. He opened up the handcuffs with his wand and covered Hermione with bedclothes. Then he angrily went to Blaises' stiff form on the floor and kicked him again and again. He did it getting out all of his anger for almost ten minutes.
He dragged Blaise to the balcony and levitated him with his wand so that he was floating above at least thirteen feet of air. Draco saw Blaise's terrified face scrunch up its eyes, and then he mercilessly tipped down his wand and Blaise fell to the ground with a sickening crash into the bushes. Draco walked away and shut the door behind him. His top priority now was to see if Hermione was ok. He found her standing next to the balcony door wrapped up in crimson sheets. "T-t-thank y-y-ou, I- I h-hope h- he died." She said sobbing and as she sank down onto the floor. Draco sat down beside her and tried to comfort her. He reached over to wipe away her tears but then she suddenly moved back. "W-wait! D-don't touch me! Just go away!" She screamed. Draco was confused, he had just saved her from any more harm Blaise was about to do. "Go away!" Hermione screamed and he quietly got up and made his way out the door.
He went into his room and lay on the bed keeping one ear open incase something happened to Hermione. He was puzzled at her reaction. He replayed the scene over and over in his head. Blaise had probably raped her. And now Hermione was probably afraid of men.