Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, and the plot is a little… overused. I hope you like it anyway. :sweat: )
Chapter 1 Stupid Boys and Insane Little GitsHermione Granger strode through the halls of hogwarts. It was her final year at that sanctuary, and she was already getting a headstart on yer best year. She was Head Girl, her grades were top-mark, and she had recruited a few first years into S.P.E.W. For Ms. Granger, life could not possibly get any better… at least, until that raven haired boy would ask her out.
For ages, Hermione had been pining over the boy ,and he had not returned her feelings. She couldn't understand—she had curves in all the right places, she had a soft smile and glimmering eyes, and her hair had finally been tamed, growing in silky locks like smoky tendrils about her shoulders. She knew she was gorgeous, and intelligent and witty to boot. She had seen the looks boys were giving her in the hallways, and she enjoyed it, but there was one boy that excaped her desires.
Augh… how could he not see that I'm absolutely in love with him! And all this time, he sits next to me, staring my best friend! For the majority of breakfast, Hermione had been glaring at Harry, whom was openly gawking at her closest friend, Ginny. With a frustrated growl, she stood up and left the table, racing off to her next class.
"What's up with her, eh?" Harry asked Lavender, snapping out of his trance.
"I dunno, mate… she's been acting weird all year. She's been muttering to herself, and she keeps looking at herself in a mirror whenever she passes one. She barely even eats anymore. I think she's anorexic. Maybe she's gone mad," she said, laughing a bit. "Why don't you try to catch up with her and see what's wrong?"
"Yeah…" Harry was uncertain. One of his best friends was having problems, and he had no idea. What could be going through her head…?
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Hermione was practically sprinting through the halls, her head down, her face contorted in deep thought. BOYS! Insensitive, stupid, idiotic…BOYS! I hate them, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate BOYS!
She collided with a tall object and fell to the ground in a daze. She opened her eyes and saw a hand before her. Warily, she took it and stood to meet their eyes. "Malfoy. What do you want?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Granger, but it was you who bumped into me," he said with that same old drawl.
"Well, if you're through being a pest, kindly get out of my way. Not everyone has time to just stand around and… lolligag!"
"Ho-ho! Granger's got a mouth on her! Well, if you're through being a busybody, kindly come with me. There's been a break-in to our common room."
Her eyes opened wide. Someone broke into our commons? Did they take anything? Did they wreck anything? Oh…
"Yeah. So, Granger… how about we walk there now?" he asked, smirking at her dumbfounded look.
She glared at him, and sped on ahead of him, rushing to assess the scene first. When the two arrived at the portrait, standing slightly ajar, she peered in cautiously.
"What in the world are you doing, Granger? It's not as if they're still in there! Just go in already. I can't stand here all day, waiting for you to give the go-ahead."
She scowled and swung the portait away from the entrance, walking into a brightly lit room with a burning fireplace, a couch, several plush chairs, and a monument to both their houses standing tall on either side of the room. She stood, confused by the fireplace. Nothing seemed out of place; nothing seemed awry.
Malfoy stood in his doorway. "Well, go on, search your room. The only things I've found missing are in my room, as far as I can tell. I didn't dare go into your room. That place is so bloody clean, I feel like I'm going into a mental ward whenever I even stand in the threshold."
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. "Alright. I'll check it out. If I find anything missing, we can take a little field trip to the headmaster's office. Okay? I'm going to go into my room to assess the damage. Start making a list of stolen items to take to Professor Dumbledore."
She turned to open her door, but was stopped by Malfoy's dirty hand on her shoulder.
"Hey. Just because you're Head Girl, doesn't mean you can order me around. For your information, I've already got a list, and I'm going to Professor Snape by myself."
She sighed once more. "Fine. Do what you will, but if you're going to Snape, leave me out of it."
He smirked and turned to walk out of their commons, continuing to saunter down the hallway, his chin high and his ego about to burst. It was only a short walk to the Potion Master's office. Then he could quickly get back to tormenting the mudblood. He reached the door to his office and rapped gently on its hard, oak surface.
"Enter," a silky voice replied from within.
"Sir, there are some missing items from my room, and I was wondering whether or not you'd be able to help me," he said, producing the list of items from his pocket, which Snape quickly snatched away from him.
He sighed and said in a cool drawl, "Mister Malfoy, the only items on this list seem to be articles of clothing and a…" he squinted his eyes at a quickly scrawled line of writing. "A… pair of shoes? My dear Mister Malfoy, I'm sorry to say that I cannot help you find these items. They can be easily replaced, and I have much work to do. If you can honestly say that your stay at Hogwarts cannot go on until you find your green silk boxers, red pinstripe trousers, and a pair of black dress shoes, you may speak to the headmaster. I'm sur he will be… adamant… to help you."
Draco scowled at this. His own potions teacher was making fun of him. The head of his house. He managed a quick 'Thank you, sir' and quickly walked out of the office.
That stupid half-blood, refusing me, a MALFOY, help. Augh, he'll get what he deserves in the end.
He walked back into the Head commons and stopped in his tracks. There were loud moaning and screaming sounds coming from Granger's room. Hmph. The mudblood is getting laid. What an interesting development… The moaning suddenly stopped, and moments later, her door swung open to reveal a very disheveled Weasley.
Ron took one look at him and glared, then quickly ran out of the room, slamming the portrait behind him. Out in the hallway, he could hear the old lady guarding his room yelling.
"Young man, you best learn to respect the paintings here! I'm very close friends with the Fat Lady, and I can see to it that you spend the rest of your time here sleeping in the HALLWAY!"
Draco sighed and smiled. Good old Violet… Grinning widely, he practically skipped up to Granger's room.
"Hey, Granger, how'd you like getting fucked by a Wease-oh…"
He stopped short just inside her room as he saw a weeping mudblood, lying broken on her damp, bloodsoaked sheets. He cautiously stepped towards her. "H-hermione? Are… are you… I mean…" he struggled to find words appropriate for the situation. He didn't know what to do.
She looked up at him and waved him out, furiously. "Get OUT! Leave me alone!" she cried, wailing and hugging herself.
He frowned and stepped closer, wrapping Hermione in a careful embrace. "Don't worry. Everything's going to be ok."
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(Flashback to previous Events)
Hermione watched him walk out the potrait hole, then turned around, she walked into her room and gasped.
"Ron? Wh-what are you doing here? Was it you that took Malfoy's stuff?"
"No… that stupid git probably just lost it in that bottomless pit he calls a room. On the other hand, I think you've stolen something of mine."
She laughed and replied, "Ok, Ron… what is it that you think I stole?"
"My heart," he responded, getting up off the bed and taking strides towards her.
She laughed out loud. "Your what?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Ok, ok… and where do you think I hid it?" she inquired, playing along with his sick little joke.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," he said, throwing himself at her, pulling her close to him and kissing her neck passionately. "I've wanted you for a long time, Hermione. A very, very long time… You pretend like you don't notice. But, oh, I do… as you stare off into the distance, then meet my gaze, and you turn your head quickly so I won't notice. Oh, I've seen the looks you give me. I know you want me too."
"Ron! What? Get off! You're one of my best friends! I don't think of you that way... You're like my brother!" She struggled to get away, but couldn't. His grip was too strong for her to break. She gasped and kicked as he lunged for her neck once more. He gazed hungrily into her eyes and threw her down on the bed. "RON! GET. O—" Her cries were cut short by his hand clasping over her mouth, which he replaced with his lips.
As he kissed her and muffled her shrieks, he struggled to keep her down and undress her at the same time. She kicked and elbowed him several times, but he easily overcame her. He shook off his boxers that were two sizes too big and prepared to thrust into her.
"I know you want me, Hermione, and you're going to get what you want."
"No," she whimpered. "No… I don't want this, Ron. I don't want you."
Ron seemed taken aback. He quickly regained composure and leaned forward, his breath on her ear. "I will make you see it. You will love me. You'll want me. Soon, you'll grow to need me," he whispered menacingly, then drawing back and slapping her across the face.
He thrust into her with such a force that she screamed out in pain. With each thrust he cried out.
"I… will… make… you… love…me…"
She cried out in pain and whimpered. No one was there to help her. No one who cared enough about her was around.
(End Flashback)
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Draco left Hermione to clean herself up and finish her business, he ran out into the hallway and turned back to the portrait. "WHICH WAY?"
Violet raised her head. "I'm sorry, what?"
"WHICH WAY DID HE GO?"
"Who? My dear, you'll have to be more specific, and please stop shouting at me. There are old folks about, trying to get a decent nap in."
"The boy that slammed you into a fucking wall. I want to know where he went. Did you see where he went?"
"Well, he turned left at the end of the corridor, but it's been a while since he left. He may be on the other side of the school by now. If you'd like, I can send a painting-wide notice…"
"Thank you." He ran to the Great Hall, hoping to see the rotten little thing there with his stupid little git friends.
A portrait called out to him on his way. "Mister Malfoy, the boy you're looking for has been spotted by Gryffindor Tower."
Draco nodded and turned around, sprinting towards Ron's location. He spotted him and ran full-speed into him, knocking him backwards and landing ontop of his chest. He quickly overpowered him, landing blow after blow on his freckled face. Before getting up completely, he stomped hard on Ron's groin. "You will never ever lay a hand on her again. You understand me?" he asked, grinding his foot into Ron's genitals.
Ron whimpered and nodded quickly. Draco turned to the people that had gathered around them.
"You will speak of this to no one." He turned back to Ron and glared. "One hundred and fifty points from Gryffindor, Ron. Shame, shame."
(A/N: Well, that was the first chapter. I hope you like it so far. So, to explain THIS chapter… if you didn't already get it… it's writted in Hermione and Draco's perspective, with a little bit of Harry thrown in at the beginning. Yes, Hermione was raped. Yes, boys are stupid. The next chapter will be coming in a day or less, so stay tuned! Next chapter: Ron's Obsession – his side of the story. Cliché, huh? See you next chapter!
--Cho-cho)