Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, his world belongs to J.K. Rowling. I merely own the plot and characters you do not recognise.

Author's Notes: Sorry about the delay, I wasn't around last weekend but I have nearly completed next chapter. Hope you readers will review this chapter, its quite long!

By the way, I don't have a beta. I'm not exactly sure what they do but if anyone is interested email me:)

Warning: Dark chapter, R-rated!

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Chapter 11

Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. She had hardly spoken to Ron or Harry at dinner last night, too caught up in her own thoughts about Malfoy, and afterwards, she had gone straight to bed.

As soon as she was seated besides Ron, she knew something was wrong. All the Gryffindors seemed cheerful that it was finally the weekend, except Harry, who seemed lost in his thoughts with a pitiful expression on his face.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Hermione asked Ron quietly as Ginny sat down beside her.

"Oh, he's still upset because of that girl he met in detention," Ron answered loudly, catching everyone's attention.

"Turns out he didn't know the bitch was in Slytherin," Dean continued for Ron.

"I still don't understand why that's a problem for you guys," Ginny retorted.

"Gryffindors just don't mix with Slytherins, Ginny!" Ron shouted at her. "You should know that."

Muttering under her breath, Ginny preferred not to answer him.

Hermione leaned over the table and reached for Harry's hand. "I'm sorry about Abigail, Harry. But I did warn you, with a name like Serpent, what did you expect -"

"Wait a second," he interrupted her suddenly, his green eyes snapping up to hers. "You knew?"

Hermione was briefly taken aback by the accusatory tone in his voice and narrowed eyes.

"You knew and you didn't tell me?"

This time, he spoke much louder and the Gryffindor table fell silent, shocked to see Harry Potter getting angry. They were even more surprised when they realised his anger was directed at Hermione.

"Oh Harry, I -"

"Just answer the damn question, Hermione," Harry growled back at her.

She merely looked back at him, stunned for a few minutes, and then suddenly she realised that every Gryffindor had their eyes on her, wondering what all the shouting was about.

"Yes, I knew from the beginning and so did Ginny, but I told her not to tell you."

"What? Ginny?" Ron questioned dumbstruck.

"I didn't tell you because I thought you'd find out quickly enough, some way or another, and I didn't want to cause you any more pain," Hermione continued. How could she lie so easily to them? She hadn't told Harry because she was too afraid he'd start asking questions about Abigail and find out the truth.

"So instead, you preferred that I realised the truth in front of Malfoy and her and that I made a complete fool out of myself! So much for being my friend, Hermione," Harry spat out before leaving his seat and walking out the Hall.

"Ron, what is he talking about?" she asked her red-haired friend, confused.

"Hermione, weren't you listening to us at all yesterday, at dinner?" he asked angrily. "Merlin, I'm having such a bad week. First I see ferret boy and Parkinslut go for a shag in the closet, then -"

"What?" Ginny interrupted. "But they're not together anymore!"

"Ginny, do you think I give a damn about Malfoy's love life?" Ron retorted, spilling his pumpkin juice. "Damn him! Just thinking about those horrible images again cut my appetite. See you later!"

A very colour drained Hermione watched him leave whilst her mind couldn't help replaying Ron's words in her head. Malfoy and Pansy? Immediately, she felt her heart sink to her stomach. She found copper eyes staring back at her, and she tried to smile back, but failed. Ginny let it go, and instead she told the Head Girl everything that had happened at Quidditch practice the day before, explaining how Harry had found out that Abigail was a Slytherin.

"We should have told him straight away instead of lying," Ginny said, nodding her head.

"Yeah, now we have to practice again Monday night for the upcoming game and find some new moves!" Dean cut in, stuffing toast into his mouth.

"Shut up Dean!" Hermione and Ginny said together.

Wanting to be on her own, Hermione decided to head back to her room, maybe read a book or something, but Ginny held her back.

"Hey, before you leave, I just wanted to warn you," Ginny said quietly to her, casting an anxious glance around her. "Malfoy seems particularly pissed off since yesterday and I have a feeling that the Slytherins are up to something. Just be careful Hermione, stay out of his way, okay?"

Reassuring her friend that she would, Hermione left for the Head quarters common room.

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The weekend went by quickly for Hermione. She did most of her homework for the following weeks and made up with Ron. Harry, however, barely talked to her anymore, although he had accepted her apology and visited her from time to time in her dorm with Ron. Unfortunately, he had gone back to brooding night and day and not even Ron could cheer him up.

As for Malfoy, well Hermione ignored him as best as she could. She pretended that he wasn't around, although he would deliberately pick up fights with Ron as on the Saturday morning. However, it was harder to ignore him than she had thought. After what had happened between them in detention, pretending he wasn't there seemed the best solution to get over him and the best way to forget about him and everything he had said to her. It hurt to know he had chosen his father's path rather than her own. It hurt even more to know that, for once in her life, she was wrong.

Draco Malfoy was not going to change for her, he was not going to stand up to his father for her, and he didn't have any feelings for her.

And she hated herself for it. She hated herself for being such a fool to believe in him, she hated Malfoy for being right all along, she hated Snape for having given them both detention that night, hell - she even hated Dumbledore for making them Head boy and Head girl this year.

She was lost, she didn't know what to do next, things weren't going the way she had planned them. And so that was why she had decided to ignore him, act as if nothing had ever happened and forget. It was less than likely that Malfoy would bring up the subject again or want to talk about it.

Therefore, Hermione started classes Monday morning with only her friends and studies in mind, having pushed away everything that concerned a certain blond Slytherin.

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"We'll catch you later Hermione!" Ron shouted back to her as he ran away to the Quidditch field with Harry. They had finished Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid and now her two best friends had Quidditch practice, yet again, and she would be spending her night alone, doing her homework.

Walking through the corridors leading to her common room, Hermione thought about what Ginny had said. If Malfoy was there tonight, she would be alone with him and if what Ginny had said was true... But she quickly dismissed the thought as she passed in front of the Black Knight's painting. The corridor seemed unusually dark and suddenly she heard somebody behind her.

She whirled around, but no one was there. The corridor was completely deserted. She was all alone.

"There's no need to be scared," she muttered to herself, passing by the portrait.

"Are you so sure?" someone answered over her shoulder.

Skipping a heartbeat, Hermione swung around, coming face to face with Blaise Zabini and his trademark devilish grin. She couldn't help but shudder when she saw the malicious look on his face.

"Leave me alone, Zabini," she hissed, turning her back to him. Maybe if she ran fast enough, she could make it to her common room or find a teacher or... However, she had only taken a few steps away from Zabini when she saw Crabbe and Goyle standing menacingly at the other end of the corridor, blocking her way.

Oh shit! Why are they doing this? What do they want from me?

Taking a deep breath, Hermione turned around, trying to find another way to escape, but Blaise was still standing a few feet away, and this time, he wasn't alone. Standing next to him were a couple of sixth-year Slytherins she didn't recognise.

"What do you want?" Hermione dared to ask, gripping her wand through her robes. She tried to keep calm as they closed up on her from both sides, but her heart beat even faster against her chest.

"We want you to deliver a little message to your Gryffindor friends, Mudblood," Blaise calmly answered her.

"Crabbe, Goyle."

Seeing the two baboons step up to her, Hermione pulled out her wand in a flash. "Stupefy!"

Instantly Crabbe froze in place and collapsed backwards. Seizing her chance, she pushed Goyle out of the way and ran, but they were too quick. She felt a hand grab her arm and push her forcefully against the wall, her arm twisted in a half nelson.

"Stupid Gryffindors!" Blaise hissed at her, plucking her wand out of her hand. "You really need to learn some more powerful curses. Even against Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries, I heard you and your precious Potter only tried to stupefy them when they were threatening you with the Killing curse! It's a miracle that you ever got away!"

He laughed at the irony he had just pointed out, quickly followed by his fellow Slytherins. The stupefy curse had been lifted from Crabbe and although his face had paled considerably, he seemed angry with her.

"What the hell is your problem Zabini? Can't find any guys to bully, so you're taking it out on girls now?"

Blaise's face darkened increasingly and she knew that he wasn't kidding anymore.

"You're just a filthy little Mudblood, who's going to pay very dearly," he snarled at her.

Stupid bastard! You weren't smirking so much at the Hog's Head when Malfoy came in!

And then, an idea stuck her. "You know if Malfoy were here, you wouldn't dare even touch me," she taunted him, hoping the fear of Malfoy's name would make him release her.

At her words, his eyes flashed dangerously and he raised his hand as if to strike her, but thought better of it. Hermione sighed in relief, but suddenly felt his hand tighten around her neck.

"I already told you; you aren't worthy enough to say his name," Blaise spat out. "And as for him saving you; well, why don't you ask him yourself?"

Hermione's whole body froze as she heard him. Blaise let her go, turned around and, for the second time that evening, her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in shock as Malfoy stepped out from a dark corner she hadn't noticed before, with Pansy! Obviously from Pansy's ruffled hair and clothes and Malfoy's smirk, they had been making out.

"Hello, Granger," he greeted her.

Seeing Malfoy, with Pansy's arms wrapped possessively around him, broke her heart. Seeing his glare though turned her blood cold. Never before had Malfoy looked so full of hate or looked more like his father, Lucius.

"Malfoy?" Granger barely whispered.

His steel-silver eyes bore into her own, giving her goose bumps. At that precise moment, never before had she been so afraid of him.

"Granger here, thought you would save her from the big bad Slytherins," Blaise sneered from behind. His comment made the others roar with laughter.

"Yes, I told you the Mudblood had feelings for me," Malfoy drawled, snaking his arm around Pansy's waist. The Slytherins laughed even harder at his words.

The humiliation was unbearable and Hermione bravely fought back her tears. What was going on? Why were they doing this to her? Malfoy whispered something in Pansy's ear and the girl giggled, but stepped away. Hermione sensed all eyes on her as he then stepped up to her, glaring at her with contempt. She wanted to run, scream, get help, but she was frozen on the spot. She was paralysed with fear; fear of being in a dark corridor with at least ten Slytherins around her, and no wand left.

Suddenly, the brave Gryffindor inside her woke up. "Malfoy, what's going on?" she demanded with authority.

He didn't answer and as she opened her mouth to speak again, he pointed his wand at her. "Silencio!"

After the initial shock of being cursed at, Hermione started shouting back at him and the others, but no sound came out of her mouth.

Smirking at her, Malfoy added. "Granger, I believe I need to teach you some manners. So I'll do the talking here."

He closed up on her, slamming his palms on either side of her head, his face barely inches away from her. Hermione still had her back to the wall and she felt his hot breath on her cheeks. She had nowhere to run, his arms and body prevented her from escaping. His hand suddenly went for her hair, playing with a random strand and then slowly, his finger trailed down her neck.

"You see Granger, my fellow Slytherins here were tired of seeing Gryffindors standing up to them this past week, especially you. They want revenge. And as for me - well, we still have a few things to sort out."

He spoke clear and loud for the others to understand, and at the same time, Hermione felt as if no one else was around except them. He looked into her eyes and she felt shivers run down her back. What was he going to do with her? Where the hell were Ron and Harry when you needed them? She had an extremely bad feeling of what would happen next.

"You see guys, Granger wants a piece of me," he finally announced bitterly.

His hand was now caressing her throat. With every word, Hermione dreaded his next move. From the intense hate she could see in his eyes, she realised that he wanted to hurt her and hurt her bad.

"And the insolent bitch actually believes that I want her too!"

Before Hermione knew it, Malfoy brought both hands to her shirt collar and ripped it open. He grabbed her wrists before she cold fight back and slammed them above her head against the wall. He pinned them with one strong hand.

What the hell do you think you're doing! Hermione mouthed at him, furious. Recovering from the shock of Malfoy tearing her shirt, she felt anger swarm within her. She looked down at what was left of her shirt, her revealed black bra and it made her go out of her mind. He had humiliated her, insulted her and now he was violating her?

She screamed voicelessly back at him, trying to kick him in the process, but he was stronger than her and strengthened his grasp around her wrists, making her wince in pain. Malfoy smirked back at Hermione as he saw tears flood her eyes.

Malfoy you sick bastard! How can you do this to me? Get the hell away from me!

She twisted and turned underneath him and didn't stop until the pain on her wrists became unbearable. Not only did Malfoy know where to apply pressure on her wrists so that it hurt, but he also pushed her skin further against the rough cutting stonewall.

Triumph flared in his eyes as Hermione finally gave up all resistance. "You see, I make the rules here Mudblood and you obey."

To her absolute horror, his hand suddenly found its way to her chest and trailed down between her breasts. It then made its way down to her stomach, at the rim of her skirt. Hermione gasped and looked at him terrified. She wondered if the others could see what he was doing, but she couldn't see past Malfoy's tall frame.

"Tell me, is this what you expected to happen when you admitted your feelings for me?" he asked her dangerously.

Hermione looked away from his stormy silver eyes in shame as she felt his hand on her body. His touch seemed to burn her skin and she tried to wriggle herself free, but he prevented her.

Suddenly, he pushed his knee between her legs.

"Open up!" he hissed.

She obeyed, afraid of what he might do if she didn't. Was he going to rape her, right here, in front of so many eyes? Tears fell from her face as she felt his knee between her legs, pushing her up against the wall. Her feet were barely touching the floor.

Why had she ever thought he could change? Why had she gone after him and persisted even after he became a Death Eater? How could she ever have had feelings for him? She had never wanted to bother Malfoy with her feelings for him, but she thought she could at least bring him peace, bring him to safety, away from his father and hopefully save him from being a Death Eater. But who was she fooling? The question whirled through her head as his hand continued to stroke her. He obviously doesn't want to be saved!

"Tell me Granger, is this what you wanted?" he whispered dangerously. His hand dropped to her left leg and snaked its way up, under her skirt.

"Is this what you wanted from me? My hands, my touch - my bare skin?" he interrogated her in a cold voice as she lowered her head in shame. Finally, she shook her head at his question.

But he grasped her face painfully and obliged her to look into his steel-gray eyes. "Isn't this what you were craving for Granger?" he repeated, shouting at her.

She opened her eyes wide in fear and mouthed the word 'no' to him.

Tears started to stream down her face. Everything was happening so quickly; how did she even get in this mess? Why hadn't she listened to Ginny? Why hadn't she listened to Dumbledore in the first place, or even Abby? Hadn't they all warned her against Malfoy? Hadn't they all known what Malfoy was capable of? They all knew this would happen and yet, she had still stupidly believed in him.

His hand was now caressing her inner thigh, but his eyes, glittering with malice, continued to bore into her own terrified ones.

"Are you sure?" he smirked devilishly, his fingers tracing the limits of her knickers. "I'm a good teacher."

Hermione shook her head violently. She couldn't think anymore, she could barely see him through her mess of tears, but she could feel his touch. She was afraid and at his mercy. She wanted him to stop, dreading what would happen if he didn't.

She thought he could change, but she was wrong; people don't change. And now she was paying the price for it.

"I thought not," he whispered in her ear.

He suddenly let go of her, putting his knee back down and Hermione collapsed to the ground, her head hitting hard against the stonewall she had been propped against. Her heart was thumping loudly and her vision continued to blur with every second. It took her some time to realise that she was sitting on the cold stone floor and that her shirt was still open. She grasped her robe hurriedly and covered herself the best she could, sobbing.

Malfoy looked down at her with contempt and summoned Pansy to his side. She tried to look up at him, but her head throbbed with every movement she made. She could feel something trickle down her neck.

"You see Granger; you were wrong. I could never want you. There are two simple reasons why I would never even touch you," he sneered. "First of all, you're nothing but a dirty Mudblood and second - I wouldn't be caught dead with a Gryffindor prude!"

His words cut through her like a knife. The feeling of fear and shame overcame Hermione once more. Tears continued to stroll down her cheeks as she watched him walk away, his arm around Pansy's shoulders. It was at that exact moment that she felt her heart shatter within. She tried to grasp for air, but the truth hit her too hard. After everything they had been through, she had never thought Malfoy could possibly ever harm her willingly and once more, he had proven her wrong.

As he passed Blaise Zabini, he grabbed his fellow Slytherin by the collar. "Is that soft enough for you?" he hissed at him and at the rest of the Slytherins. "Huh?"

Hearing no answer, he pushed Blaise away from him and continued walking away with Pansy.

"What do we do with her?" the dark-haired Slytherin asked, obviously pissed off.

Malfoy continued walking down the corridor, waving his arm from behind his shoulder. "Do whatever the hell you like! It's not my problem anymore!" he shouted back.

As he disappeared from their view, the spell broke and Hermione got her voice back. She sobbed on the ground, clutching her robes for cover. Her messy hair fell into her sore red eyes, but she didn't care any longer. Her head was whirling with unanswered questions. How could he do this to her? How could he treat her like this after everything that had happened between them? Her head was badly aching.

God, how could she have been so wrong?

Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she watched the Slytherins gather around her. They seemed shocked to see what Malfoy had done to her. They surely hadn't thought that he would go so far...

"Crabbe, Goyle!" Blaise shouted. "Watch out for anyone who comes down this way. What the hell do you think you're doing?" he suddenly asked a sixth-year, who had bent low to examine Hermione.

"Blaise, she's bleeding!" he blurted out in fear. "Shouldn't we get her to the hospital wing?"

"And how would you explain her current state? Who's to say she won't blabber to a teacher or worse, Dumbledore? What would we do then?"

He paused dramatically, waiting for an answer, which never came.

"She stays here and we make sure she keeps her mouth shut, okay? Remember, she's only a Mudblood," Blaise told the others.

They all nodded in agreement, obviously afraid of the consequences if they didn't.

He turned to look at Hermione and sneered. Obviously her uneven breathing, bloody face and ripped clothes did not seem to soften his decision. Hermione didn't even bother to look up as she saw Blaise's blurred outline take a step forward. Her head pounded in pain and she couldn't breathe properly. She wondered if this is what it felt like going into shock. Whatever happened now, she couldn't care. She didn't have to force to fight back anyway. Nothing could be worse than what Malfoy had already done. He had disheartened her, killed all faith in her, shattered her confidence in him and above all, he had rejected her feelings; it hurt more than any physical pain she was about to endure.

However, before Blaise could even grasp hold of Hermione, a voice spoke up from behind him.

"What's going on?"

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If you think Draco's an evil git do not worry... after the rain comes the sunshine... hopefully!

For those who are confused about his attitude, you must remember that Draco has never before been confronted with such emotions as love. Take a look at his family and friends for example, not an ounce of sweet loving there! As for Hermione, well he has learnt all his life that Mudbloods are filthy creatures, inferior to humans as Blaise tells us so kindly reminds us! But do not worry, if he doesn't realise his own faults and stays an arrogant prick then there's no story left!

Next chapter: Abby makes a deal with Blaise and confronts Draco – or his bedroom door!

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