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Draco had his ways of sneekiness. Once he hear all the riot about little Ms.Hermione, he had to check it out for himself. So he snuck his way into the common room of Gryffindor, undetected. In his secret hiding place, listened in to a conversation he was not welcomed to. As he heard her whimper about her past with her father, Draco couldn't help but take this opportunity to pay specific attention to every slight detail. He couldn't wait, wait to put his little plan into action.
#$%$#
Hermione walked out of the portrait of the fat lady only to see people standing around, looking worried. Apparently, news had broken out pretty quickly.
All at once, people ran up to her, asking her if she was and asking about what happened. She quickly said yes, choosing not to tell about 'what happened'. She walked quickly past all the people and walked down the marble to the great hall, only making it worst by many other people coming up to her, asking her if she was ok, those including Draco. She wondered what he would even care about her for. He had a fake concern on his face.
"Ahh, poor Hermione, I hope your alright."
Suddenly, she felt his touch. She felt his warm hand on her hips; it sent a shudder up her spine. Before she could even look at him, to figure out what the hell he was doing, his touch was gone; he was gone. She spotted him walking back to his table, not looking back to her. What the hell was he doing? She thought he would touch her, not like that. After she pushed her way out of the crowd, she sat in her usual seat at the Gryffindor table. Without she even saying a word, Ron blurted out.
"What was that about?"
"Just people asking if I was ok."
"Since when does one of those people include Draco Malfoy?"
She had temporarily blocked that out, till now.
"I dunno."
#$%$#
By the end of the day, everyone had forgotten about the whole Hermione thing and return to their lives. But she couldn't get him out of her head, he stuck so firmly, she knew something was wrong, something was going on that she didn't know about.
She walked up the stairs to the portrait of the fat lady.
"Honeysuckle."
She said, a little irritated. As she stepped inside, every light that was usually on brightly was darkened. Even the fireplace wasn't hosting a fire as usual. It wasn't that early for everyone to be asleep right? Then, she remembered Ron had quidditch practice and Harry went with them. But where's Ginny? As she asked this, she heard a tiny voice say,
"Hi Hermione."
She was startled a bit, unaware of where the sound came from. Just slightly, she could see a small figure moving towards her, carrying a bag. It was Ginny.
"I'm going to the library to finish my homework. Guess you get this whole place to yourself."
She said, stepping out of the portrait hole and closing it.
Wow, no one was ever not there, she had never been there alone. She blindly walked up to her room, opened the door and closed it. She didn't bother turning on the light, she was just going to get undressed and go to sleep, she was exhausted. As she pulled off her shirt and skirt, she put on comfortable clothes and sulked into bed. She situated herself and relaxed her muscles but she couldn't help getting the feeling that something was wrong, something was out of place. She turned on to her other side to be met face to face with the person she was least likely to see there. His grey blue eyes glared at her through the darkness and his hot breaths hit her face. She didn't know what was going on but she knew it wasn't good. As she went to get up and flick on the light, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed.
"You're not going anywhere."
He said to her, almost in a whisper.
"NO, No, No, No, No."
Was all she could say but he wouldn't stop. He pulled down her shorts and slid into her, making sharp pains surge in her body like electricity. Harder and harder he went, every movement making its personal bruise on Hermione. Why was this happening? She was supposed to be safe at Hogwarts. She tried with all her might to push him off, to get him out, to drive him away but no one could ever stop him and she learned that quickly. Once he was finally done and once he was out of her, Hermione removed her hands from her face, looking at him. She couldn't believe he did what he did, that he'd be able to live knowing what he did to her. There were so many things she wanted to ask but what came out first was, "Why?"
With utter hesitation, he answered angrily,
"When it happened to me, I never got to be in control and now that I am, I think I will continue."
DUM DIDDLDE DUM DUM! What do think about this? Good, bad, more disturbing than u could muster? Just review and tell me.
Draco had his ways of sneekiness. Once he hear all the riot about little Ms.Hermione, he had to check it out for himself. So he snuck his way into the common room of Gryffindor, undetected. In his secret hiding place, listened in to a conversation he was not welcomed to. As he heard her whimper about her past with her father, Draco couldn't help but take this opportunity to pay specific attention to every slight detail. He couldn't wait, wait to put his little plan into action.
#$%$#
Hermione walked out of the portrait of the fat lady only to see people standing around, looking worried. Apparently, news had broken out pretty quickly.
All at once, people ran up to her, asking her if she was and asking about what happened. She quickly said yes, choosing not to tell about 'what happened'. She walked quickly past all the people and walked down the marble to the great hall, only making it worst by many other people coming up to her, asking her if she was ok, those including Draco. She wondered what he would even care about her for. He had a fake concern on his face.
"Ahh, poor Hermione, I hope your alright."
Suddenly, she felt his touch. She felt his warm hand on her hips; it sent a shudder up her spine. Before she could even look at him, to figure out what the hell he was doing, his touch was gone; he was gone. She spotted him walking back to his table, not looking back to her. What the hell was he doing? She thought he would touch her, not like that. After she pushed her way out of the crowd, she sat in her usual seat at the Gryffindor table. Without she even saying a word, Ron blurted out.
"What was that about?"
"Just people asking if I was ok."
"Since when does one of those people include Draco Malfoy?"
She had temporarily blocked that out, till now.
"I dunno."
#$%$#
By the end of the day, everyone had forgotten about the whole Hermione thing and return to their lives. But she couldn't get him out of her head, he stuck so firmly, she knew something was wrong, something was going on that she didn't know about.
She walked up the stairs to the portrait of the fat lady.
"Honeysuckle."
She said, a little irritated. As she stepped inside, every light that was usually on brightly was darkened. Even the fireplace wasn't hosting a fire as usual. It wasn't that early for everyone to be asleep right? Then, she remembered Ron had quidditch practice and Harry went with them. But where's Ginny? As she asked this, she heard a tiny voice say,
"Hi Hermione."
She was startled a bit, unaware of where the sound came from. Just slightly, she could see a small figure moving towards her, carrying a bag. It was Ginny.
"I'm going to the library to finish my homework. Guess you get this whole place to yourself."
She said, stepping out of the portrait hole and closing it.
Wow, no one was ever not there, she had never been there alone. She blindly walked up to her room, opened the door and closed it. She didn't bother turning on the light, she was just going to get undressed and go to sleep, she was exhausted. As she pulled off her shirt and skirt, she put on comfortable clothes and sulked into bed. She situated herself and relaxed her muscles but she couldn't help getting the feeling that something was wrong, something was out of place. She turned on to her other side to be met face to face with the person she was least likely to see there. His grey blue eyes glared at her through the darkness and his hot breaths hit her face. She didn't know what was going on but she knew it wasn't good. As she went to get up and flick on the light, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed.
"You're not going anywhere."
He said to her, almost in a whisper.
"NO, No, No, No, No."
Was all she could say but he wouldn't stop. He pulled down her shorts and slid into her, making sharp pains surge in her body like electricity. Harder and harder he went, every movement making its personal bruise on Hermione. Why was this happening? She was supposed to be safe at Hogwarts. She tried with all her might to push him off, to get him out, to drive him away but no one could ever stop him and she learned that quickly. Once he was finally done and once he was out of her, Hermione removed her hands from her face, looking at him. She couldn't believe he did what he did, that he'd be able to live knowing what he did to her. There were so many things she wanted to ask but what came out first was, "Why?"
With utter hesitation, he answered angrily,
"When it happened to me, I never got to be in control and now that I am, I think I will continue."
DUM DIDDLDE DUM DUM! What do think about this? Good, bad, more disturbing than u could muster? Just review and tell me.