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Authors Note: I have been inundated with emails about names for the new Potions teacher and it will be Orandi Stone. I hope everyone is happy and finally, the new chapter is here! Yay!
I also have to say thanks to 'Amara the Emerald Phoenix' for six names (I think that'll be 60 points!) and a few other people. I decided on using Amara's last name with a first name someone said of Oreanda or similar. Well, hope you don't mind, I changed it to Orandi because I was thinking of 'Looking for Alibrandi' for some reason (seriously don't ask).
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Hermione shook to the Hospital Wing, sobbing and scared. Harry clung to her, but she was too frightened to realise. Snape had tried what her 'Uncle' did. She had thought, no, she had known she was going to be raped.
They reached the Hospital Wing and Pomfrey immediately called Dumbledore. He was shocked too to find out what Snape had been doing and agreed that she needed an extra strong Sleeping Draught. The liquid was pumped down her throat and she began to watch the darkness close over her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Hermione watched as her 'Uncle' undid a button. He undid another, and another, kissing down her body as he went. She opened her mouth to scream but her 'Uncle' reached her lips. He swallowed it with his tongue and she inwardly cried.
As Hermione felt her underwear get stripped, she thought of the great things that would await her at Hogwarts. The Head Girl, Harry, Ron, Draco? No, that was wrong. But she looked forward to seeing him, he was just so.perfect.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Hermione sat bolt upright, her mouth in an 'O', screaming. Madam Pomfrey came running, trying to put on a sleeping gown.
"What is it, child?" she asked softly. Hermione started crying.
"Miss Cainbridge. I need to see her tomorrow," Hermione sobbed. Pomfrey nodded.
"Yes, dear. That is all arranged already. Try to sleep now," she added. Hermione nodded and was given another potion.
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Hermione awoke from a fitful nights sleep and sunlight danced across her face. Her eyes focused on where she was and she shook her head.
"No, no, no!" she cried softly. It couldn't be true, could it? Snape hadn't tried to rape her, had he?
The door to the Wing opened.
"Hermione?" Draco asked cautiously, looking at her.
"Oh, Draco!" she cried. He walked over to her, giving her a hug, knowing somewhat what to do this time. She cried into his shoulder, the pain burning through her.
"Ssh!" he whispered. He wasn't good at comforting, he knew that. Before he knew what was happening, he was sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed, stroking her hand. She had a complacent smile on her face, thinking.
"If I died tomorrow, who would miss me?" she asked him. He looked at her.
"What?" he asked, not believing what she had said.
"If I died tomorrow, would anyone miss me?" she repeated.
"I would. Potter and Weasley would. The girl Weasley and Brown and Patil's and Longbottom, Finch-Fletchley, Thomas and Finnigan, they would too!" he argued.
"How do you know all them?" she asked quietly.
"I just do. But I would miss you if you died. Does that count?"
Hermione nodded her head, still deep in thought. She wanted it all to end. For her life to just melt away. If she apparently had people that would miss her, then she had a problem
"Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey screeched.
"I.erm.wanted to make sure that Granger would be ok for her Head Girl duties after she gets out!" he replied sincerely. Pomfrey raised an eyebrow and nodded her head doubtfully. No one noticed except Hermione.
"Well, Granger, get well soon and see you in the Common Room," he told her, kinder than usual.
He walked out of the Wing. Hermione sighed blissfully.
"He wasn't really asking was he?" Pomfrey asked, the minute he was gone.
"No," Hermione murmured.
"Cainbridge'll be here soon," Pomfrey replied. Hermione nodded as she walked off. Hermione smiled, the first time in weeks. She liked Draco, maybe he liked her back.
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Two hours later, Cainbridge was gone and Hermione had been flocked with people and well wishes. Of course, no one except Harry, Ron and Draco, Dumbledore and Cainbridge, no one actually knew why Hermione was so upset. She just told them it was a bad ordeal. They agreed, figuring Snape raping you was about as bad as being animal poop, or that's how Ginny said it anyway.
Snape had been sacked and sent to Azkaban, the Ministry disgusted with him. A new Potions/Head of Slytherin house had been appointed, one Orandi Stone. She was nice enough, well, nicer than Snape, but being a Slytherin head, it didn't hold too much hope. She had already given two Slytherin's detention, as well as thirty points. Gryffindor had scored points, because Hermione answered questions and Professor Stone was pleased that someone paid attention in her class. As it stood, Gryffindor were up about two hundred points, and with Snape gone, the school couldn't have been happier. But life lets you down.
It was one dinner that Hermione realised that Draco wasn't there. He had said he was going down early, but Hermione hadn't seen him. She mentioned this to Harry and Ron, who couldn't care because it was Malfoy. She pulled Dumbledore aside and told him.
"Yes, we had feared this, Miss Granger. It seems that Draco has been called by his father to a Death Eaters' meeting tonight to discuss Snape. He did not want to go but.you know his father."
Hermione nodded solemnly and returned to her seat. She said nothing the rest of the night and retired to bed early. She wrote in her diary and read a book for awhile when she heard the portrait hole open. Hermione sprang out of bed and opened her door, walking into the Common Room.
There stood Draco, blood pouring from his left arm. His eyes were lifeless and his lips blue. His face and hair were whiter than snow. His right leg was also badly damaged and before Hermione could say anything, he collapsed to the floor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: Where'd he get it from? And no, he is not a Death Eater he just has to attend meetings because of his * ahem * father (who should be dead, if only he was a Potions teacher.). Sorry.hehe. Yeah, review and I'll start another chappie for you'se all!
Authors Note: I have been inundated with emails about names for the new Potions teacher and it will be Orandi Stone. I hope everyone is happy and finally, the new chapter is here! Yay!
I also have to say thanks to 'Amara the Emerald Phoenix' for six names (I think that'll be 60 points!) and a few other people. I decided on using Amara's last name with a first name someone said of Oreanda or similar. Well, hope you don't mind, I changed it to Orandi because I was thinking of 'Looking for Alibrandi' for some reason (seriously don't ask).
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Hermione shook to the Hospital Wing, sobbing and scared. Harry clung to her, but she was too frightened to realise. Snape had tried what her 'Uncle' did. She had thought, no, she had known she was going to be raped.
They reached the Hospital Wing and Pomfrey immediately called Dumbledore. He was shocked too to find out what Snape had been doing and agreed that she needed an extra strong Sleeping Draught. The liquid was pumped down her throat and she began to watch the darkness close over her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Hermione watched as her 'Uncle' undid a button. He undid another, and another, kissing down her body as he went. She opened her mouth to scream but her 'Uncle' reached her lips. He swallowed it with his tongue and she inwardly cried.
As Hermione felt her underwear get stripped, she thought of the great things that would await her at Hogwarts. The Head Girl, Harry, Ron, Draco? No, that was wrong. But she looked forward to seeing him, he was just so.perfect.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Hermione sat bolt upright, her mouth in an 'O', screaming. Madam Pomfrey came running, trying to put on a sleeping gown.
"What is it, child?" she asked softly. Hermione started crying.
"Miss Cainbridge. I need to see her tomorrow," Hermione sobbed. Pomfrey nodded.
"Yes, dear. That is all arranged already. Try to sleep now," she added. Hermione nodded and was given another potion.
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Hermione awoke from a fitful nights sleep and sunlight danced across her face. Her eyes focused on where she was and she shook her head.
"No, no, no!" she cried softly. It couldn't be true, could it? Snape hadn't tried to rape her, had he?
The door to the Wing opened.
"Hermione?" Draco asked cautiously, looking at her.
"Oh, Draco!" she cried. He walked over to her, giving her a hug, knowing somewhat what to do this time. She cried into his shoulder, the pain burning through her.
"Ssh!" he whispered. He wasn't good at comforting, he knew that. Before he knew what was happening, he was sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed, stroking her hand. She had a complacent smile on her face, thinking.
"If I died tomorrow, who would miss me?" she asked him. He looked at her.
"What?" he asked, not believing what she had said.
"If I died tomorrow, would anyone miss me?" she repeated.
"I would. Potter and Weasley would. The girl Weasley and Brown and Patil's and Longbottom, Finch-Fletchley, Thomas and Finnigan, they would too!" he argued.
"How do you know all them?" she asked quietly.
"I just do. But I would miss you if you died. Does that count?"
Hermione nodded her head, still deep in thought. She wanted it all to end. For her life to just melt away. If she apparently had people that would miss her, then she had a problem
"Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey screeched.
"I.erm.wanted to make sure that Granger would be ok for her Head Girl duties after she gets out!" he replied sincerely. Pomfrey raised an eyebrow and nodded her head doubtfully. No one noticed except Hermione.
"Well, Granger, get well soon and see you in the Common Room," he told her, kinder than usual.
He walked out of the Wing. Hermione sighed blissfully.
"He wasn't really asking was he?" Pomfrey asked, the minute he was gone.
"No," Hermione murmured.
"Cainbridge'll be here soon," Pomfrey replied. Hermione nodded as she walked off. Hermione smiled, the first time in weeks. She liked Draco, maybe he liked her back.
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Two hours later, Cainbridge was gone and Hermione had been flocked with people and well wishes. Of course, no one except Harry, Ron and Draco, Dumbledore and Cainbridge, no one actually knew why Hermione was so upset. She just told them it was a bad ordeal. They agreed, figuring Snape raping you was about as bad as being animal poop, or that's how Ginny said it anyway.
Snape had been sacked and sent to Azkaban, the Ministry disgusted with him. A new Potions/Head of Slytherin house had been appointed, one Orandi Stone. She was nice enough, well, nicer than Snape, but being a Slytherin head, it didn't hold too much hope. She had already given two Slytherin's detention, as well as thirty points. Gryffindor had scored points, because Hermione answered questions and Professor Stone was pleased that someone paid attention in her class. As it stood, Gryffindor were up about two hundred points, and with Snape gone, the school couldn't have been happier. But life lets you down.
It was one dinner that Hermione realised that Draco wasn't there. He had said he was going down early, but Hermione hadn't seen him. She mentioned this to Harry and Ron, who couldn't care because it was Malfoy. She pulled Dumbledore aside and told him.
"Yes, we had feared this, Miss Granger. It seems that Draco has been called by his father to a Death Eaters' meeting tonight to discuss Snape. He did not want to go but.you know his father."
Hermione nodded solemnly and returned to her seat. She said nothing the rest of the night and retired to bed early. She wrote in her diary and read a book for awhile when she heard the portrait hole open. Hermione sprang out of bed and opened her door, walking into the Common Room.
There stood Draco, blood pouring from his left arm. His eyes were lifeless and his lips blue. His face and hair were whiter than snow. His right leg was also badly damaged and before Hermione could say anything, he collapsed to the floor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: Where'd he get it from? And no, he is not a Death Eater he just has to attend meetings because of his * ahem * father (who should be dead, if only he was a Potions teacher.). Sorry.hehe. Yeah, review and I'll start another chappie for you'se all!