Hermione woke the next morning with pillow creases on her cheeks and freezing because she hadn't bothered to cover herself in a blanket before falling asleep. She opened her eyes and sat up. "It must have been a dream. It had to have been a dream," she murmured to herself as she grabbed her bathroom caddy and walked into the bathroom. She looked up and there was Draco. Walking into the bathroom just as she was. Slightly rumpled and dazed. As Draco blushed slightly and left the room she knew it wasn't a dream. From the guitar to the song to the kisses... All those sweet and tender kisses that she could still almost taste on her lips. What had she done?
A few weeks went by with very little conversation or even acknowledgement of each others existence. A couple weeks later, Hermione woke late. She looked at her watch, which was sitting on the table next to her bed and gave a strangled yelp. It was nearly 10 o'clock. She jumped out of bed and started scrambling for clothes and her bathroom set. She opened the thick curtains on her window and a large tawny owl was staring at her. She screamed a scream so loud and blood curdling that made Draco run into the room. "What's- The- Matter?" he panted, looking around startled.
Hermione leaned against the wall and fell to the floor laughing. Tears were streaming down her face. Draco walked over and knelt down next to her. "Hey, what's the matter?" he asked with concern in her voice. He had mistaken the tears streaming down her face as tears of sadness instead of tears from laughing too hard which made her shake with laughter even harder. He began to rub her shoulders and back, trying to stop the tears streaming from her eyes. When the tears finally subsided Hermione looked up at him. "What happened?" he asked her with pure concern in his voice.
She smiled at him. "I was startled by the owl in my window. Shit! I'm way late! What are you doing here? You should be in class too!" she was hysterical.
Draco slowly stood her up and guided her to sit on her bed. He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and said very carefully, "Hermione, it's a Saturday. There are no classes today. Calm down."
"No-no classes?" she said, a look of realization dawning across her face.
"No classes. But if I were you, I would let that owl in before it breaks your window," he said referring to the owl that had been rapping on the window for the past ten minutes.
"Right," she said opening the window. The tawny owl flew in the window, dropped an envelope on her bed and flew back out the window with a disgruntled hoot. Draco left the room as Hermione went to open the letter. She read through it twice, put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, forgetting to put on a robe, and left the room. Draco was sitting in the common room. "I've gotta go. Something about Filch needing to talk to me about new punishments to use or something. The letter's on my bed if you want to read it. I'm supposed to fill you in later, I guess."
Draco nodded and returned to a book he had been reading. "Right. See you soon."
She walked out of the room and down to Filch's office. Knocking on the door she heard a greasy, "come in". She entered the room. The lights, which were normally very dingy and dark, were, if possible, darker. Filch emerged from the shadows looking disgustingly filthy and greasy. Hermione noticed that he was not being shadowed by Mrs. Norris for the first time in possibly the cats entire life. "Mr. Filch, we're supposed to go over new punishments that have been approved?" she said, hoping that she sounded professional.
"Ms. Granger, do you really think that Dumbledore would approve new punishments for you nasty little brats? Oh no, this is my little secret. This is my reward for hard work through out the years." Filch was coming closer to her. He reached for the door and locked it. "You, Ms. Granger, have developed into a lovely young woman. The kind of woman that a man would be lucky to have. Since we both know that you will not have me, force will be the only way." He seemed to relish the words 'developed' and 'force'. There was a look in his eyes so intent and malevolent that Hermione shook with fear. Force her to have him? She was still backing up. Slightly above her, the chains he kept so well oiled, incase Dumbledore ever changed his mind about physical punishment, tinkled and moved. And she knew how he was going to force her.
Filch was stronger then her and she had forgotten her wand. He easily over powered her. Within moments she was hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, her ankles were chained down so that her feet didn't reach the floor but she was only elevated by only a few inches. The pants and panties she had been wearing when she had entered the office had been forcibly removed and were now discarded on the other side of the office. She was hanging there, completely helpless and half naked. Filch was standing in front of her and he began to undo his pants. He removed them slowly, in a way that Hermione, who may have been terrified but still Hermione, supposed must have been trying to be sexy. He was standing there in disgustingly off-white briefs that were riddled with holes and a little too tight. But, that wasn't a problem for long as he removed those too and was also standing there half naked.
As Filch advanced on her, Hermione let out a petrified scream. A disgusting laugh escaped Filch's lips and he said, "No one can hear you in here. The room has been magically sound proofed by that idiot Lockhart. He may have been an idiot with no brains at all but he was good at a few simple charms. That happened to be one. Now don't worry," he said, inches from her. She could feel his arousal against her thigh. She bit her lip in terror and braced herself for the worst. "This won't hurt at all. If you co-operate that is. If you do, it could actually be very pleasurable for the both of us. If you don't, well, you might get hurt. I, on the other hand, will be satisfied either way. Suffer, and I will enjoy it to no end. Enjoy it, and I will be disappointed, but satisfied. It is your own choice."
Trembling with fear, Hermione was trying to think of a way, any way, out of her current situation. Filch considered her for a moment with a penetrating stare and reached for her shirt. He ripped it off with a fluid motion so that it lay in tatters on the floor below her. He then began massaging her breasts in a rough and painful manner with both hands. He then removed one hand and moved lower. As he reached her clit Hermione let out another terrified scream.
In another moment the door blasted open and there stood Draco. He looked furious. In another moment, Draco pointed his wand at Filch and he crumpled to the floor. Draco moved toward her and undid the bindings on her ankles and moved to her wrists. As the bindings came undone Hermione broke down into a fit of terrified tears. Draco caught her as she fell and picked her up. She was feather light, he thought to himself. He carried her out of the office, with Filch still on the floor unconscious, and up to their dormitories. They met no one in the halls, which was lucky because Hermione was still naked and crying hysterically into his chest. He had removed his robes and put them on Hermione when they were far enough away from Filch's office so that she was at least somewhat covered, but because they didn't fasten around her as well they left gaps where you could tell she was unclothed. He reached the portrait that took them into the dormitory. "Unifictous," he said. The couple in the portrait were not paying attention to anyone but themselves as usual which pissed Draco off normally, but in the current situation he nearly ripped it off the wall. "Unifictous God Dammit!" The woman in the portrait gave a startled yelp and the man scowled at him as the portrait slid out of the way and opened to the Common Room.
Still carrying Hermione he took her straight into her dormitory. He set her down gently on her bed and stood up. "Don't- go-" she managed through a strangled sob.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm not going anywhere." He sat back down on the bed and put his feet up. As he leaned up against the headboard Hermione crawled over and lay down in his lap, still sobbing and shaking. For nearly an hour afterward Hermione lay there and Draco didn't move except to smooth her hair and rub her upper back in calming ways to slow the sobs and shakes. Once they had subsided Draco considered and opted to ask, "Will you tell me what happened?"
She nodded her head in a slow way. She started into her story with a shaking voice and hid her head so that her voice was muffled but Draco couldn't see her shamed face. It took her awhile to get through the story because she started shaking and crying when she got to the intense parts. But she got through it. "And that's when you came in. How did you know? What happened?"
"I- I don't know. I was reading and had a bad feeling. I let it pass for awhile, but it kept up so I went to follow you. I knew something was really wrong with you. And that you were scared, which scared me. I ran down to his office and before I even had my wand up to open the door it flew open. I knocked him out and got you and carried you out of there. About a floor up I made sure to get you in the robe so that if we ran into anyone it wouldn't seem too suspicious. Not that it wouldn't have anyway, but well... it would have saved you the humiliation I suppose. But you don't have to worry, we didn't meet anyone at all." He was still stroking her hair and trying to calm her down.
"Thank you. For- everything." She looked up at him for the first time since he had set her free. "I-"
"Shhh... Don't say anything." He looked down at her for a second. "Would it be wrong to kiss you after this?"
"No. I need you to," she responded. She tilted her head up a little and he swooped down catching her mouth in his. When the kiss finally broke Hermione stood up. She went to her bureau and pulled out another pair of jeans and another t-shirt. She considered changing there, but decided better of it, so she went into the bathroom to put on the clothing. She reentered the room and was surprised to see Draco was still lying there on her bed. She walked back over to the bed, sat down and nestled herself right back in the crook of his arm. He raised his eye brows at her in a questioning sort of way. "I didn't want to stay... I mean- I figured you might want your robe back," she said weakly.
"You could have kept it. I've got others." He went back to stroking her hair. He looked down at her and saw she was trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle a yawn. "Shhh..." he said as she started to apologize. "Go ahead and sleep. I'm not going anywhere." She nodded her head and fell asleep in his arms.