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Chapter Nineteen
Draco had not slept the whole night and he feared for Hermione's health. He had not heard anything in the other room at all; despite the fact that he had left his bathroom door open and had put sound sensitive charms around the whole dormitory. He hoped Hermione wasn't sitting in that same spot he had left her, next to the balcony wrapped up in soiled sheets. He was going to check on her eventually but...after she had frantically told him to leave he wasn't going to return any time soon. He decided he would take the matter to Dumbledore.
Hermione's POV
Hermione was in fact sitting on the floor next to the balcony wrapped up in soiled linen. She did not have the strength to pull herself back up and terrible memories plagued her lost mind. Her mind replayed what happened again and again without her having any knowledge of it, or control. And every time she remembered Blaise inside her she felt a twinge; a twinge that reminded her that she was impure. She felt broken.
She was terribly terrified of men now. They were so powerful and demanding...They could be trustworthy and then stab your back in the blink of an eye. Her first relationship ever had shattered into millions of tiny shards that could not be put back together even with magic. After hours of sitting their and fainting then reviving and staring into space Hermione grabbed the edge of her desk and attempted to stand. The moment she stood she felt nauseous and dropped back down on the floor in a swoon. She tried again five minutes later and blindly made her way to the bathroom. She knew nothing of her surroundings and she just had to step into a warm purifying shower. She let the sheets fall to the floor and walked into the shower not even acknowledging the fact that Draco's door was open. Once she went into the shower she scrubbed at herself furiously.
Draco's POV
Draco had fallen into a troubled sleep and awoke at the noise of Hermione turning on the shower. He stood up and went to the door. It was as if he had planned this in his sleep somehow. He left his room and approached Hermione's room from the front door and he did an unlocking charm and went inside. His intention was to tidy up the room so when she returned she would not have horrible remnants from the days events to relinquish her memory. He picked up things strewn over the floor made the bed with fresh sheets he found under it, and basically set everything to its rights. Then an hour and a half later he heard the shower turn off and he crept inside his room.
He wanted to ask Hermione for permission to discuss this with a teacher or someone with authority. It was her personal matter and he didn't want her to feel ashamed because of him. So he planned to go and talk to Hermione after she got out of the shower.
Hermione's POV
Hermione got out of the shower, her skin bright red because she had almost scrubbed it raw. She went to her oaken chest and pulled out a few things. She pulled on sweatpants, and then started fastening on a bra. She heard a knock at the door. She jumped and her bra slid. "Hermione-Hermione it's me Draco. Can I talk to you?" A voice said from on the other side of the door.
Hermione's lip trembled and her hands shook. "Go-Go away! Stop bothering me!" Hermione stuttered as she groped around on the floor for her bra and then successfully fastened it as if the door might open any minute. "I need to talk to you. About what happened, about how I can help." Hermione gripped the edge of her bed post and closed her eyes. She really didn't want to speak to anyone, especially a guy. But then again she couldn't stay by herself anymore. Her threads were fraying and she needed someone to hold on to them before they became undone. She pulled on a t-shirt, and pointed her wand at the door which swung open. She held the wand in front of her.
He was surprised when the door swung open. He saw Hermione standing by the balcony door wand raised in front of her. She was wearing a faded t-shirt, and her hair was bushy, and her tear streaked face glared at him. "Stay there and speak." Hermione ordered him. Draco nodded. He took a deep breath and began. "I know what happened and I want to help. I know I am one of the people you probably least trust right now, but I mean well. What Blaise did to you it was wrong and I will kill him for it if hehasnt died already...and-"His fists clenched; "I can help." He added somewhat lamely as he had nothing more to say. Hermione nodded. Her fear was slowly ebbing away. Draco was standing their so strong and brave, and he wanted so very much to help her. The fierce glare in his eyes when he spoke Blaise's name told her how much he hated Blaise; she just knew he was right. Right now she needed someone to hold her. Tears sprung from her eyes as she took a step forward and Draco came to her and enveloped her in his arms.
Draco and Hermione had gone to Dumbledore's office, and when Draco told Dumbledore what happened he rose furiously in his chair. Hermione had said nothing and she sat with fawkes on her lap gazing tearfully at the forbidden forest. Dumbledore and Draco went out under the balcony to take Blaise to the ministry; Dumbledore had said he would have a trial with the whole wizengamot, because what he did was a serious crime. Draco and Dumbledore approached the begonia's and bushes where Blaise had fallen. Draco moved the bushes aside, and there lay—nothing. All they could see was the imprint of Blaise's body flattening the grass, and trails of blood leading away from it. Blaise was gone. Dumbledore and Draco followed the trail of blood and saw that it lead to the forbidden forest. They walked a few steps in and saw that there was no more dripping blood but there were gnats all over a little pool of blood that Blaise had left behind. They went back to Dumbeldore's office and agreed not to tell Hermione the news. Draco took her down to the hospital wing and into one of Madam Pomfreys private cubicles. Draco waited outside while she did a full body check up on Hermione and did a an immensely powerful cheering charm on her. She came out and gave Draco an official slip of parchment which said Hermione needed care, and two intermediate cheering charms every day. By the time they returned to their dormitory it was night and Hermione was giggling hysterically at the jokes Draco kept on telling her nonstop. He guessed Madam Pomfrey had also performed a memory erasing charm on her to alter the more graphic parts of the rape.
Draco went down to the kitchens and brought in a meal for her. He watched Hermione eat while making her laugh, and then feeding her a few bites when she stared sorrowfully in the fire. Then they departed to their rooms and Draco went and lay on his bed thinking. He had made Hermione laugh so much she looked as if she was going to burst with glee despite what happened. 'That must've been a very powerful cheering charm Madam Pomfrey did.' Was his last thought before he drifted off.
A quiet knock on the door awaked his subconscious mind. He got up and opened the door. It was Hermione and she was wearing a thin red nightgown and looking afraid. "I-I can't sleep in there. It's-" She didn't finish and Draco didn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner. Of course she wouldn't be able to sleep in the room right now. Not after what happened. "Would you like to sleep here?" He asked her? She nodded. He opened the door wider and indicated the bed. He turned to go down to sleep on one of the couches, when Hermione's delicate hand grabbed his sleeve. She looked up at him and said "Will you stay?" Draco nodded and went to the lounge chair in his room. Hermione sat on the bed and indicated the spot next to her. "Please stay with me. I'm-I'm afraid." Draco gave her a questioning look. Was she serious? "I mean you ca sleep on top of the blankets and I'll sleep in them." She said. Draco made his way toward the bed and lay down. Hermione did the same. It was really quiet and then they both fell asleep. Somehow they wound their way into each other's arms.