A/N: Okay guys, here it is. My first stab at writing an actual story. Don't flame it. If you do, the flames will only be used to cook my pizza. Constructive criticism only please! Thanks!
Smudged mascara and chipped red polish. Dirty but gorgeous. Filthy but beautifulto me. -me
A resounding 'thud' echoed through out the hall. Had there been anyone in the surrounding area, they would have known exactly what it was. That was the distinct thud of a limp body hitting the ground. Hermione Granger just happened to be that limp body. Laying in a dimly lit hall she was too weak to call for help, and quite frankly, was too embarrassed to. Her only thoughts before she fainted, were of the past summer.
"Gavin! I haven't seen you in ages!" Hermione called to her ex boyfriend.
He was an ex not because of any fault of his own, but because Hermione couldn't stand to be away from him during the school year. Her reasoning was that, even though she cared a great deal for him, it was unfair to make him wait to see her in the summer when he could find another sweet girl that he could see every day.
"Oy, Hermione! God you look amazing! If I didn't know better, I'd think you were someone else entirely!"
That was true, she had changed a bit over the year since she had seen him. Her hair, not quite as poofy , hung in curls that reached to the middle of her back. She had gotten taller, now standing at about 5'7", and she wore only black eyeliner for makeup, seeing that no cover-up was needed. Her clothes became a bit more feminine, and she in turn, held herself higher.
"Gavin, this may sound a bit forward, but I'm home for the summer, would you like to grab a bite to eat?"
"Hermione, I thought you'd never ask" Gavin quickly replied.
The next few weeks were complete ecstasy. Gavin treated her like a queen. He opened every door and paid for every single meal and movie (despite Hermione's constant objections).
"Where do you want to go Herm? There's a nice little Italian restaurant around the corner, there's a coffee shop on 3rd, and if you're in the mood, McDonald's is close by too." Gavin joked.
"I have no idea, you pick." Hermione replied.
"I have the perfect idea." Gavin said suddenly, "Close your eyes."
"Gavin Alexander Cole, I will not close my eyes. Knowing you, you'd forget to tell me to open them and leave me sitting in this car for hours!"
Gavin laughed, "You're probably right. Fine you can keep your eyes open, but I'm still not telling you where we're going."
Gavin sped to a small inn just on the outskirts of town, Jumped out of the car, and raced inside. Hermione, not knowing if she should follow him, decided to just wait outside the car. As she stepped out, Hermione noticed a large wooden sign with the words "Alexander's Sanctuary" inscribed on it. Just as Gavin stepped out of the building Hermione called to him.
"Gavin! Where are we?"
He grinned, "I'm glad you asked. This is my house. Or well, the top floor anyway. This used to be where Mum, Dad, and I lived, but when Dad died, Mum felt that it was too empty and rented out rooms. Soon it became a full blown inn and Mum named it "Alexander's Sanctuary" for my father. You see, when my father would come home, he would always exclaim 'My darlings! Here we are, safe in our own little sanctuary!' and being that his name was Alexander Gavin Cole, the name sort of stuck."
Hermione grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "Gavin, you're amazing. Now, what's this you have?" she said, looking at the two brown paper bags he had tucked under his arm.
"Oh this," Gavin replied. "Didn't you say you were hungry?"
Hermione nodded.
"Well, come on then." Gavin took her hand and led her back behind the inn to a little clearing in the trees. He laid out a bed sheet and sat down. Hermione followed suit. She looked up at the gorgeous sky, and suddenly, rock music blasted on.
"What the hell!" Hermione said startled.
Gavin laughed, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. The basement of that inn serves as a sort of Goth rock night club. The music is pretty loud, but after living with it for 3 years, you get used to it. Oh, it could be worse. It could be a country western bar, if it was; I think I'd go insane. Don't get me wrong, the music isn't completely horrid, but a bunch of drunk English men listening to George Strait could drive and sane man bonkers."
Hermione laughed.
"Can ask you something?" Gavin asked.
"Of course! Anything."
"Would it be alright if I kissed you?"
"Gavin, about that, I think we're moving to fast. I've never been in a serious relationship with a boy, and I don't want to hurry things."
Gavin produced a look of complete and total defeat.
"I'm only kidding you great clod. Of course you can!"
The night before Hermione left for Hogwarts Gavin decided that he wanted to take her to that dance club held in the basement floor of the inn.
"Oh Gavin, it's just perfect!" Hermione said into Gavin's ear. The music was insane, the people, well, they were characters. Everywhere you turned there was grinding and couples in corners, but to Hermione, that was exactly what a good dance club should be like.
Clinging to Gavin's arm, Hermione weaved her way around the sweaty crowd of bodies dancing to the gothic sounding beats, occasionally finding herself in the midst of it.
"Gavin darling, I'm parched. Could you get me some water?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Of course, but please, stay here. I don't need to spend the rest of the night wandering around trying to find you. Even though you do stick out like a sore thumb" Gavin joked.
Hermione looked around, and realized what he meant. All around her were men and women dressed in black leather with the occasional spike or chain here and there, and she, being the person that she was, was in a short red dress that clung to her every curve and pointy red stilettos. Her silver serpent that she always wore around her neck on a chain was the only thing that could even maybe have fit in with this crowd. After all, her godmother, a slytherin gave it to her. Suddenly, she became aware of how odd she must look and made her way over to the small bar to sit down. She looked down the bar and saw a very tall, blonde, young man. He stood at about 6'5" and had the most gorgeous blond hair, slicked back in an oddly familiar way.
Suddenly it hit her. That man looked exactly like Malfoy! Only, he seemed to be much hotter. "Oh god, tell me it's not him." She begged. "Wait, why the hell would he be here? This is Muggle London. Draco Malfoy wouldn't set foot here, he'd be to busy sitting in his plush leather chairs having poor house elves wait on him hand and foot." She reasoned with herself. "Oh Christ, I'm talking to myself."
"Yeah you are" Said a voice behind her. The owner of that voice began kissing her slender neck and wrapping his arms around her.
"Look guy, I don't know who the hell you think you are touching me, but I'll have you know that my boyfriend is just upstairs and he'd be more than willing to beat you to a bloody pulp." She said, turning around.
"Oh, so I'm your boyfriend now hum?" Gavin laughed. "You should know my voice by now Hermione. Come on, lets go upstairs where it's quieter. I'll show you the apartment where Mum and I live."
Gavin pulled Hermione up the four flights of stairs and pushed open a heavy oak door.
"Oh my. Gavin. It's beautiful" Hermione breathed. "It almost makes you forget that there's a boy living here!"
Suddenly, Gavin picked Hermione up and carried her over to the nearby couch. He gently set her down and straddled her.
"Gavin, get off, you're Mum could come in any second. I don't want the first time she meets me to be when she walks in on us snogging!"
"Hermione, my mother won't be home until Tuesday, and seeing how that's three days from now, you're not leaving anytime soon."
Hermione laughed and tried to push him off, but realized that she was pinned. "Gavin, seriously, stop fucking around and get off. I need to go home. This is making me quite uncomfortable."
Gavin looked into her eyes and laughed. "Tough" he said. Only then did Hermione realize that she wasn't going to leave the apartment free from harm.
Suddenly, Gavin tore the straps holding Hermione's dress, and violently ripped the dress off her shaking body. He then tore off her bra and sucked and bit at the newly exposed flesh that her clothes had been covering all night.
"You stupid slut, I've been chasing you all summer, and you only let me even kiss you once. Now, whether you like it or not, I will get what I want from you. Don't bother fighting this, you know you want it too." Gavin whispered into her ear.
"No, please, don't." Hermione whimpered.
Gavin turned his attention to her lower half. "My My, you are a little cunt aren't you?" he said noting her red thong. "Only filthy whores wear this kind of clothing and expect men not to pay attention." He said menacingly as he cut off her underwear with a small pocketknife he had produced from his back pocket.
"Gavin, please, If you just let me go, I won't tell a soul." Hermione cried.
"You won't tell a soul anyway dear Hermione. If you do, I'll find out, and I'll come back for more." He said as he unzipped his black pants.
Hermione grew wide eyed with fear as she stared at his throbbing cock. She never thought her first experience with sex would be like this. "God Gavin! Please! Leave me alone!" she pleaded.
He grabbed a small candle holder and struck her with it. The blow landed just under her right eye and started to swell immediately.
"Shut the fuck up you filthy slut!" he screamed and plunged himself deep inside of her, not caring that she was screaming from the pain. "Ah, I've got a virgin on my hands huh? Always makes a better fuck" he laughed.
Tears streaming down her face Hermione looked in his eyes and spit in his face. Gavin struck her again with the candle holder, and she passed out.
When Hermione awoke, there was blood all over the couch. Presumably from her, she thought. She sat up; only to feel pain so great it brought tears immediately to her eyes. "Fuck!" she screamed. 'How could I let him do this to me! If I hadn't have come here tonight, none of this would have happened.' She thought to herself.
She made her way off the couch, and struggled to find her dress. She found it flung across the room slightly tattered and with wrinkles that she would never be able to get out. (Not that she ever wanted to see this dress again after tonight) She slipped it on, and tore off the dangling straps making it strapless and not quite so horrible looking. She glanced around the apartment, and realized that Gavin was no longer there. 'This could be my only chance to leave.' She thought, and she struggled to walk across the room to the door. Feeling incredibly weak she pulled open the door, shut it, and made her way down the stairs.
After the first flight of stairs she saw a long hallway with doors on either side and stairs at the other end. The lighting was practically nonexistent, and there was plaster peeling off the grimy navy blue walls. Hard to think she thought this place as beautiful only a few hours before. She suddenly felt all her strength leave her, and she struggled to continue standing. Failing, she slumped against the wall and landing on the floor with a resounding 'Thud'.
And that's where he found her, Lying frail and broken on the dirty carpet with a blackened eye, and torn red dress. He almost considered walking past her and just going to bed, but something strangely familiar caught his eye. That necklace. That elegant silver serpent hanging on a chain around her neck. Where had he seen that damn necklace before?
Feeling oddly protective of this bruised girl, he picked her up and took her to his room. He laid her in his bed, and pulled the covers around her. He then took a chair from the opposite side of the room and pulled it near the bed, 'just in case she wakes up,' he told himself.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open in surprise. She was lying in a large, warm, very comfortable bed. One that was certainly not Gavin's.
She looked around the room and saw the tall man from the bar asleep in a chair that was by far to small for him. His hair was no longer slicked back, and asleep she reminded him of someone, but in her current state, she couldn't seem to place the name.
She sat up and the bed creaked loudly. The man's eyes opened in surprise and it suddenly hit her where she knew him from.
"Malfoy" she said loudly. "What the hell are you doing here?"
TheHermione having a Slytherin godmother thing will be explained in more detail later. Her parents are not wizards, but her mother's best friend is a witch. She happens to be in Slytherin. Don't gripe. It's my story. I can do what I want. :)
