Healing Through Pain

Chapter 2

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Hermione found her way to the Gryffindor common room. The painting had wanted to chat, but she just wasn't in the mood. The moment it opened, she was thrusting herself through it. She found the room empty, except for the redheaded Ron snoring softly on the couch. She realized she'd forgotten she was suppose to be in her next class, and wondered what Ron was doing there as well.

Hermione pushed Ron off the couch, his eyes immediately popping open. "Whatdya do that for?" She just shrugged with unabashed indifference.

"What are you doing here, Ron?"

He looked at her shyly as he moved to get up, "I was worried about you… You were acting so strange in class and then you stayed behind. I was worried you might do something to Snape… not that he wouldn't deserve it."

She sat down on the couch and he sat directly beside her. She looked at him- someone her own age, and she knew he liked her. But could he make her feel anything like she had just experienced? Snape was an older, experienced MAN and she had a feeling not everyone liked to play as he did. She sighed in frustration- all you can do is try, right? It's not like Snape wants me.

"Ron, you are such a pussy."

"W- WHAT?"

"You. Are. A. Pussy." She sat up straight on the couch, getting closer to him.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Oh… don't you know what a pussy is, Ron? I just assumed you had one…" Her lips moved expectantly closer to his, while her mind searched for that familiar feeling between her thighs.

"Why are you doing this Hermione? What have I done to you?"

She sighed, rolling her eyes back. Am I not doing this right? "Call me names Ron… I'm a bitch, ain't I? Treating you like this… calling you a pussy… don't I make you angry?"

He eyed her like she'd gone crazy, his mouth hanging open, unable to say a word. Her patience broke and she straddled his waist, searching for even a sliver of what she'd felt with Snape. She grabbed his hand, running it through her hair and fisting his hand in it. "Pull my hair, Ron, come on… just do it for me…"

He stared at her, his mouth agape. She knew he liked the way her body was against his, because she could feel him get hard against her… but he wasn't doing anything. Hermione sighed, and made to move away from him.

"No- wait…"

She stilled, a seductive smile lifting her features.

He pulled lightly on her hair, but it didn't hurt any more than brushing it did. She hissed loudly, "harder!" He yanked her head back so hard he thought he hurt her, but she moaned deep. Her hips gyrated against him and he gulped noisily. "Call me names, Ron… please… please just do it."

"Ummm… you're a very bad girl."

"Lame! Come on, Ron..!" She slapped him across the face before she realized she would do it. His hand flew to his face, cupping his flaming cheek.

"What the hell did you do that for?" He dumped her unceremoniously on the floor, standing up. She could see his eyes were glossy, like he was about to cry. "What the hell is wrong with you, Mione? I don't know if you've been hexed or just went fucking insane… I mean, I know you are going through something horrible… but… where the hell are you going?"

Hermione had gotten up off the floor and started to walk away as he yelled. She didn't mean to hit him, she just got caught up in herself. She was sure Snape wouldn't have reacted that way- he would've hit back, or at least said something mean to retaliate. He wouldn't be standing there looking about to cry.

"I'm fine, I guess you just can't help me…"

"How the hell is calling you names and hurting you HELPING you?"

She didn't bother to answer; she frankly didn't know the answer herself. It's just that… when she was with Snape earlier, everything seemed so much better; vibrant. It was like- the anger and the pain… brought her back to life.

That evening, she made her way to detention with mixed emotions. Part of her wanted to see Snape, and part was hurt and wanting to run away screaming. Never the less, when she walked in and saw him, she couldn't help but smile… and for once, he smiled back at her. It was just a quick little grin, but his eyes told her he might not mind her so much anymore. She happily took a seat next to Draco and waited for Snape to tell her what to do.

"So, what's up with you and Sev?"

Hermione turned to Draco, stunned. "Who said anything is up with Se…Snape and I?"

"Sev just smiled- at YOU. He doesn't even smile at me and I'm his godson."

Snape had been eyeing the pair as they chattered away, and it made him feel uneasy. "Malfoy and Granger. We are not here to catch up on gossip; this is supposed to be punishment."

Both Hermione and Draco bowed their heads, "Sorry Professor Snape."

"Okay… I'll be lenient this time…" Draco looked up at him, puzzled. "Anyway, time to clean cauldrons! There's some really nasty ones over here, so don't be afraid to get your hands dirty! Both of you are to clean every single pot. I'll return in one hour and it better be finished."

Draco turned to the pots, but Hermione stared sadly after Snape; she didn't want him to go. As he got to the door, he turned to her and their eyes connected. He lingered there, just taking her in He couldn't believe he had never seen how utterly beautiful she was… and the wide- eyed innocence- intoxicating. He could feel its sweetness flowing in waves from her. How easy she'd be to corrupt… He watched her tongue dart out, wetting her lips, and his eyes followed its path. There were so many things he could make her do with that tongue…

Draco turned around, noticing the silence in the room and caught the stares being exchanged. Snape felt his eyes and quickly fled the room. As soon as Snape was out the door, Draco turned on her. "What the hell did you do to him?"

Hermione paled, "I have done absolutely nothing! Why are you accusing ME? He hates me."

"And that's why he smiled at you? Sev smiles at no one, especially not someone he hates. And what the hell was that staring thing? You two looked ready to attack each other!"

They stared at each other, the quiet stretching uneasily between them. Suddenly, Draco's face darkened. "You slut!"

"What?"

"You fucked him, didn't you?"

Her mouth gaped open, "I did not! He's old… and … just plain mean."

"Why else would he be so nice? Sev got him a piece of ass and now he's all happy!"

"Did not!"

"Slut! God, you are just the whore of Gryffendor! What was in it for you? Were your grades finally slipping?"

Hermione was getting angry; she could feel it building in her. She hadn't even done anything with Snape… well, not really. But, Draco was being so mean… and… she was kind of liking it. She inwardly groaned, why me? Gotta' like Slytherins? Oh yeah, because they don't mind being mean. She looked at Draco, taking in all of him. He had his silver hair hanging down loosely, his gray eyes flashing with disgust, and still had on most of his Quidditch suit from practice. She had to admit, he did look pretty sexy. Not as sexy as Snape though.

"I bet you've slept with Potter and that Weasel too! Goodness Granger, is there anyone you haven't slept with?"

Instead of arguing, she just went with it. He was a Malfoy, and frankly, their opinions didn't mean much to her. "Yes actually… YOU."

That silenced him for a second, but then his face split in a sly grin. "Then what are you waiting for? Can't go tarnishing that bad reputation of yours…"

"No thanks." She turned towards the pots, digging her hands in the water to start scrubbing. Draco had other ideas though; he walked up behind her, lining his body to hers and slid his hands down her hips.

"Cock tease…" he growled in her ear, and she felt a stir between her thighs. She half heartedly went to push him away, but he pressed her pelvis into the side of the sink.

"Malfoy- let me go!"

"NO. You want to be a little slut, then I'll let you be." He started to grind himself against her ass and she reached out to steady herself on the sink. Her eyes closed as the sensations crashed over her. She felt his hands in her hair, then suddenly, her head yanked back. "Is this what you whores like? You like it rough?"

She couldn't help herself; she moaned deep, arching back against him. He pulled her even closer, biting at her throat. "Answer me slut… Does the mudblood whore like it rough?"

She bit her lip, wanting to say no, but her body was telling her differently. "Yes Draco, I'm such a dirty whore."

His hands snaked up to her breasts, roughly squeezing them till she cried out in pain. His right hand trailed down her pants, sliding into her panties. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this to her... it was so wrong. His fingers roughly entered her, raking hard over her sensitive skin. Her eyes closed again, only this time, she saw Snape. She could see him behind her, doing these things to her, and it made her panties even wetter. She wondered if he'd be rougher… How different his hands would feel…

Each time Draco spoke, she heard Snapes' voice, and t just made everything so much more intoxicating. "You are such a dirty slut… Just letting anyone touch you. I'd bet you'd like me to fuck you, huh? I bet you'd beg me for it…"

"Oh god, yes please… PLEASE."

"You'll have to do more than that…" He spun her around, and pushed her to the ground. She heard the zipper on his pants being slid down and her face was pressed to his groin. "Show me how much you want it, and I might let you have some."

She stared at his crotch, still encased in his underwear and panicked. How did it get this far? She didn't want this… no matter how many times she imagined it wasn't Draco, reality kept pulling her back.

"Malfoy… please, I was wrong to… to let you… touch me… and…", her voice came out panicked, "I can't do this."

Her head snapped back and to the side, and she felt her face burning. It wasn't till she looked up that she realized he had smacked her. Tears clung to her eyelashes, and she stuttered speechlessly. She was yanked back up by her arm, and he rammed her face into his crotch.

"Do it, Granger. Suck it. I know all you mudbloods are cock whores." All she did was struggle to get free of him, her tears finally streaming down her face. Nothing was feeling good anymore; all she felt was scared, and disgusted with herself.

Suddenly she was falling backwards, like the hold on her was let go. She opened her eyes to Snape holding Draco by the hair, an angry scowl on his face.

"What the hell were you doing? You stupid boy!" His eyes quickly reached hers, them burning into her. Was that concern she saw in them?

He threw Malfoy violently to the floor. "I don't care if you are my godson, or how damn pure your blood is! I should skin you alive right here and now for what you were going to do to her. Get out of my sight before I KILL you." Draco ran from the room, his pants sliding down his legs as he went.

Snape stood still, his eyes closed. She watched as his fists relaxed then clenched tight again, and his whole body was shaking with barely contained rage.

"Did he hurt you?" His voice came out soft, and a bit shaky.

"N-no… you got here before…" His eyes leapt to hers, and she stared back at him. His gaze was so intense, she had to look away.

He walked steadily towards her, looking over her face, her body- thank goodness I came back early. He slid the back of his hand softly down her cheek and she closed her eyes at the tenderness.

"Did you have anything to do with Draco's behavior?" His voice was calm now, questioning, and had an underlining anger- like he already knew the answer.

She looked down to the ground, feeling as if she had betrayed him. "I… I didn't stop him… at first. It's just- I just… he…" she trailed off. She wanted to tell him- she was picturing him instead of Draco.

"Well Granger?" His fingers gripped her chin, forcing her eyes back to his. "What were you even thinking?" She stayed silent, and it only served to infuriate him more. He blew up at her, screaming directly in her face, "Did you want to fuck him?" She couldn't take any more and broke down.

"NO- Not Malfoy, NEVER Malfoy." She beat at his chest with her fists, tears falling fast down her cheeks, her frustration pounding into him. "I was thinking of YOU! You didn't want me! I…- I was imagining it was YOU!"

Relief flooded his body, and he grabbed her wrists in an iron grip, silently throwing her across his desk. She gasped, feeling something sharp poking into her back. Claiming her mouth, he ravaged it with his own, plundering it with his tongue. Hermione kissed him back passionately, her teeth raking over his mouth. He bit into her bottom lip hard, making her cry out, and growled at her, "I NEVER said I didn't want you."

His fingers raked through her hair, grabbing a handful and yanking it back. His eyes pierced hers, something unreadable flashing in them. He slapped her open-handed across the face- one, twice… the tears threatened to come, but she didn't want him to stop. He searched her eyes for fear, for reluctance; he found none. Pulling her up to him, he bit at her ear, "You are MINE- DO YOU HEAR ME?"

She nodded her head profusely, her chest heaving as she labored to draw her breath.

"No other man will EVER touch you again! DO YOU HEAR ME? After I'm done with you…" his voice lowered, getting husky. "You'll be so sore and broken and in beautiful misery, that you'll never even think of another man. You will BEG me to hurt you." Her eyes closed as her body welled up inside- she couldn't help but quiver at his words.

He drew a shaky breath, his body singing at his claim. She was his now, his submissive innocent; his sweet Hermione. He caressed over her wet cheeks, shining with her tears. He noticed how red her face was- his fingers clearly emblazoned on her skin, and how her lips were a puffy red from his rough kisses. How beautiful her pain is…

He slapped her once again, with all his strength; her desperate moan shooting straight to his groin. "Who do you belong to?" he demanded.

Her eyes lazily searched through his, but her lips were quick to obey.

"You- Only you."

I'm so evil!

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