A/N: Once again, sorry about that last chapter it really sucked but I
wanted her to get raped to make it more interesting. Sorry Xamphia!
You're right, it's totally disgusting!! It was my first time writing a
rape scene and I know it sucked but bear with me! The rest will be better!
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9.
Draco ran and picked up Hermione's robe and draped it over her. He pulled her up and she sat up. She looked like she'd been sobbing for some time. He wrapped the robe tightly around her. Hermione leaned into Draco's arms, which he wrapped around her.
Hermione said, "Malfoy, God, he-"
"I know, Hermione," he said comfortingly. "I know what Flint did. Please, call me Draco."
Hermione pulled away from him and looked him in the eye. "Please don't tell anyone. It's so... so..."
"Embarrassing?" Draco finished her sentence for her.
Hermione nodded and looked down at the ground. Draco lifted her chin back up, and her eyes locked onto his again.
"Don't do that, Hermione," he said. "Doing things like that got you into this situation."
She nodded. "Will you take me to the Hospital Wing, please?"
Draco smiled. "Of course."
As they walked through the hall, Hermione put her hand on Malfoy's, no Draco's, arm at his elbow. She felt comfort there, actual comfort for the first time since before school started. He didn't pull away, so she didn't let go. In her other hand, Hermione carried her clothes. She was only wearing her robe.
When they reached the door to the Hospital Wing, Hermione dropped her arm away from Draco and turned to him.
"Don't come in with me," she said. "You understand."
Draco nodded understandingly. "I know."
"What's tomorrow?"
"Sunday."
"Draco, I think it took a horrific night like tonight to realize that I really need help. Will you meet me in the Library after breakfast tomorrow?"
He smiled. "I'd love to."
Without another word, Hermione walked into the white Hospital Wing and called out for Madam Pomfrey.
The next morning at breakfast, Draco was quiet and kept throwing anxious glances toward the door to the Great Hall. He nearly choked on his eggs when he saw Hermione walked into the Great Hall.
She looked 110% better. She had color in her face and the bags under her eyes were gone (Draco thought this was probably makeup but at least she was making an effort). Her hair was done up. She was smiling, and there was a twinkle in her eye. When she sat down, she sat by Ron and Harry, like the good old days, and she actually ate a whole meal. Draco smiled to himself. He hadn't even done anything and she was back to normal.
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling renewed. She laid in her bed, thinking about last night's occurrences. The thought of how Flint... broke her in such a way made a sick feeling come into her stomach. But, Draco had helped her, again. Maybe he was someone who cared. Would Draco Malfoy remember her if she died?
Hermione jumped out of bed, got dressed, did her hair and makeup for the first time in weeks, and rushed from the Gryffindor Tower. Feeling more confident than ever, she ran through the halls and to the Great Hall. When she walked in, she was smiling for reasons she didn't even know. She rushed to the Gryffindor Table and sat across from Ron and next to Harry.
"Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, guys, it's me," she said.
"You look better than you have all school year," said Harry, eyeing her.
"Thanks, I think. Can you pass the eggs, Ron?"
Ron handed them to her. "Why are you normal all of a sudden?"
Hermione shrugged. "The bacon, Harry?"
Harry gave it to her. "You haven't spoken to us in weeks."
"I know," she said. "Neville, the sausage? And the biscuits while you're at it."
They were both given to her by a dumbfounded Neville.
"Hermione," said Ron.
"Yes?" asked Hermione as she swallowed bites of her eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits.
"That's more than you've eaten total in three weeks," he said.
She shrugged it off. "Three weeks makes you pretty hungry."
After that plate, she had two more.
Draco sat at a table in the Library, waiting for Hermione. He was smiling to himself. Hermione had eaten about three platefuls of food. She was back to her old, gorgeous self. It was her eyes that made him happiest, though. They had light in them again. Not much, but they did. Her chocolate eyes were so-
"Waiting long?"
Draco jumped and turned around. Hermione was standing there. He could have almost gasped. If he had thought she looked 110% better from afar, she looked 210% better close up.
Draco shook his head. "Only a couple minutes."
"Good. I would feel bad if you had been."
Hermione sat herself across from Draco. They sat in an awkward silence for a second. Draco didn't know how to begin.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asked.
Hermione smiled. Merlin, Draco loved that smile. "Sure."
They walked down by the Lake. The cold breeze felt nice on Hermione's cheek, but it gave her the shivers. She wrapped her arm around Draco's to try and keep warm. It was nearly winter, and it was cold outside.
"How old was your mum?" Draco asked her.
She looked up at him. "Forty-two."
"What did she look like?"
Hermione sighed. "Hair like mine. But she had green eyes. I got my eyes from my dad."
"Did you talk to your dad?"
"No. I didn't talk to anyone after mum's body was found."
"You should talk to him. He could help you even more than I could."
"No, Draco. I don't think I can."
"Why not?"
"I... I think he hates me. I want to talk to him, I really do, but he doesn't talk to me. I think he blames me for what happened."
"Why on earth would he blame you?"
"I was supposed to be with her the day it happened. But, I went out with some Muggle friends of mine instead. I could have stopped it, and I think he blames me for not being with her and stopping it. And it is my fault. I could've kept her from dying."
"Hermione, do you even think about what could have happened to you?"
She shook her head. She really hadn't.
"You probably would've died! If someone can do that to a full-grown Muggle, even, just imagine what they could have done to you."
Hermione nodded. "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am!" said Malfoy sarcastically. "I'm a Malfoy and Malfoys are always right."
"Sure they are."
They walked along the edge of the Lake in silence, and a few times Hermione thought she saw a Mermaid leap out of the cold water.
"Draco," she said.
"Yeah?"
"Would you remember me if I had died that night two weeks ago?"
Draco stopped walking, and Hermione turned to face him. He stared deep into her eyes, as if searching her. Then he smiled.
"I wouldn't be able to forget."
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A/N: K, another chapter. Hope ya'll like it!! Thanks reviewers!!!
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9.
Draco ran and picked up Hermione's robe and draped it over her. He pulled her up and she sat up. She looked like she'd been sobbing for some time. He wrapped the robe tightly around her. Hermione leaned into Draco's arms, which he wrapped around her.
Hermione said, "Malfoy, God, he-"
"I know, Hermione," he said comfortingly. "I know what Flint did. Please, call me Draco."
Hermione pulled away from him and looked him in the eye. "Please don't tell anyone. It's so... so..."
"Embarrassing?" Draco finished her sentence for her.
Hermione nodded and looked down at the ground. Draco lifted her chin back up, and her eyes locked onto his again.
"Don't do that, Hermione," he said. "Doing things like that got you into this situation."
She nodded. "Will you take me to the Hospital Wing, please?"
Draco smiled. "Of course."
As they walked through the hall, Hermione put her hand on Malfoy's, no Draco's, arm at his elbow. She felt comfort there, actual comfort for the first time since before school started. He didn't pull away, so she didn't let go. In her other hand, Hermione carried her clothes. She was only wearing her robe.
When they reached the door to the Hospital Wing, Hermione dropped her arm away from Draco and turned to him.
"Don't come in with me," she said. "You understand."
Draco nodded understandingly. "I know."
"What's tomorrow?"
"Sunday."
"Draco, I think it took a horrific night like tonight to realize that I really need help. Will you meet me in the Library after breakfast tomorrow?"
He smiled. "I'd love to."
Without another word, Hermione walked into the white Hospital Wing and called out for Madam Pomfrey.
The next morning at breakfast, Draco was quiet and kept throwing anxious glances toward the door to the Great Hall. He nearly choked on his eggs when he saw Hermione walked into the Great Hall.
She looked 110% better. She had color in her face and the bags under her eyes were gone (Draco thought this was probably makeup but at least she was making an effort). Her hair was done up. She was smiling, and there was a twinkle in her eye. When she sat down, she sat by Ron and Harry, like the good old days, and she actually ate a whole meal. Draco smiled to himself. He hadn't even done anything and she was back to normal.
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling renewed. She laid in her bed, thinking about last night's occurrences. The thought of how Flint... broke her in such a way made a sick feeling come into her stomach. But, Draco had helped her, again. Maybe he was someone who cared. Would Draco Malfoy remember her if she died?
Hermione jumped out of bed, got dressed, did her hair and makeup for the first time in weeks, and rushed from the Gryffindor Tower. Feeling more confident than ever, she ran through the halls and to the Great Hall. When she walked in, she was smiling for reasons she didn't even know. She rushed to the Gryffindor Table and sat across from Ron and next to Harry.
"Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, guys, it's me," she said.
"You look better than you have all school year," said Harry, eyeing her.
"Thanks, I think. Can you pass the eggs, Ron?"
Ron handed them to her. "Why are you normal all of a sudden?"
Hermione shrugged. "The bacon, Harry?"
Harry gave it to her. "You haven't spoken to us in weeks."
"I know," she said. "Neville, the sausage? And the biscuits while you're at it."
They were both given to her by a dumbfounded Neville.
"Hermione," said Ron.
"Yes?" asked Hermione as she swallowed bites of her eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits.
"That's more than you've eaten total in three weeks," he said.
She shrugged it off. "Three weeks makes you pretty hungry."
After that plate, she had two more.
Draco sat at a table in the Library, waiting for Hermione. He was smiling to himself. Hermione had eaten about three platefuls of food. She was back to her old, gorgeous self. It was her eyes that made him happiest, though. They had light in them again. Not much, but they did. Her chocolate eyes were so-
"Waiting long?"
Draco jumped and turned around. Hermione was standing there. He could have almost gasped. If he had thought she looked 110% better from afar, she looked 210% better close up.
Draco shook his head. "Only a couple minutes."
"Good. I would feel bad if you had been."
Hermione sat herself across from Draco. They sat in an awkward silence for a second. Draco didn't know how to begin.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asked.
Hermione smiled. Merlin, Draco loved that smile. "Sure."
They walked down by the Lake. The cold breeze felt nice on Hermione's cheek, but it gave her the shivers. She wrapped her arm around Draco's to try and keep warm. It was nearly winter, and it was cold outside.
"How old was your mum?" Draco asked her.
She looked up at him. "Forty-two."
"What did she look like?"
Hermione sighed. "Hair like mine. But she had green eyes. I got my eyes from my dad."
"Did you talk to your dad?"
"No. I didn't talk to anyone after mum's body was found."
"You should talk to him. He could help you even more than I could."
"No, Draco. I don't think I can."
"Why not?"
"I... I think he hates me. I want to talk to him, I really do, but he doesn't talk to me. I think he blames me for what happened."
"Why on earth would he blame you?"
"I was supposed to be with her the day it happened. But, I went out with some Muggle friends of mine instead. I could have stopped it, and I think he blames me for not being with her and stopping it. And it is my fault. I could've kept her from dying."
"Hermione, do you even think about what could have happened to you?"
She shook her head. She really hadn't.
"You probably would've died! If someone can do that to a full-grown Muggle, even, just imagine what they could have done to you."
Hermione nodded. "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am!" said Malfoy sarcastically. "I'm a Malfoy and Malfoys are always right."
"Sure they are."
They walked along the edge of the Lake in silence, and a few times Hermione thought she saw a Mermaid leap out of the cold water.
"Draco," she said.
"Yeah?"
"Would you remember me if I had died that night two weeks ago?"
Draco stopped walking, and Hermione turned to face him. He stared deep into her eyes, as if searching her. Then he smiled.
"I wouldn't be able to forget."
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A/N: K, another chapter. Hope ya'll like it!! Thanks reviewers!!!
