(Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. This is growing miiiiighty redundant.
A/N: So, I edited this to make the story flow a bit better. I decided that it would be a little odd if Hermione suddenly… did what she did. Anyway. I hope you enjoy v.2.0 of Chapter 5!)
Chapter 5 RenewalDraco Malfoy paced about his room, wondering where the mudblood had gotten off to. Perhaps it was his mistake, but he thought that she was to spend breakfast in their commons, so that they may discuss Head matters. You only care because you want to see her… -SHUT UP!- You know I'm telling you the truth… you like her. You want to be with her… You want to touch her face and smell her hair and lay with her in your bed until morning… -SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!-
Concluding the mental battle with himself, he threw himself on the couch, landing face down in a book. "Augh… fucking hardbacks…" he mumbled, then looked at the cover. "Hn. It's one of Granger's. Looks interesting…" He sat before the fire, flipping through the pages of Hermione's favorite novel and throroughly enjoying it. However, this pleasant experience was interrupted my the stomping of feet and the slamming of portraits.
"STUPID SACK OF SHIT GITS! …SHOULD ALL GO TO HELL, THOSE FUCKING CUNTS… BLOODY HELL SHITTING HOLY SONS OF BITCHES ARRRGHHH!"
Draco was stunned, immobilized with fear. He had never heard Hermione cuss, especially in such a crude and nonsensical fashion. "Granger, Granger, Granger… if you're going to swear, at least do it properly… Your grammar is horrid when you're throwing a tissy fit," he let out in a cool drawl, smirking and turning another page.
Hermione glared at him and pointed her wand in his direction. "Do not mock me, Malfoy. I am NOT in the mood for your… pleasantries."
"Oh-ho! Did I just hear a bit of sarcasm from the queen of prudes? First swearing, now this! Pretty soon, you'll be a full-fledged rebel!" he exclaimed, laughing at the thought of a rebellious Hermione Granger.
"Oh, yes… add a sneer and a snobbish tone, and I'll be all set for your company," she shot back at him, still furious but weary from all the shouting. "Anyway, Malfoy, I'd rather not discuss Head duties. I'm really very tired and in need of a nice bath. If you wouldn't mind passing me my book—I'd like to read it while I'm relaxing, thank you."
Draco nodded and complied, smiling and handing her the book. "You know, Granger, you should really work on that temper. It's quite unbecoming of a lady to stomp about, raging and raving over… what was it? Fucking cunts and shit gits, I believe? Yes… quite unbecoming, indeed," he said with a signature smirk.
"Of, course, Malfoy, whatever you say." Hermione hurried up to the bath, turning the hot water on and letting the steam rise and fill the room before disrobing and sitting upon the edge of the tub. She tested the water with her big toe, then slipped each leg in, working up her legs, torso, and finally settling about her shoulders. She sighed and reached her hands up out of the water and dried them, then reached for her book and cried out in anguish. Effing bugger lost my place! She sighed in frustration, then frantically turned pages until she found the page on which she had left off.
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A sneaky Draco entered the bathroom and stood behind her, wondering a. what he was doing there, and b. what he was planning to do. He would rather not have scared her, for she would have dropped her book and ruined it. However, he realized this after he got the bright idea to whisper in her ear: 'boo'. Hermione screamed and threw her book behind her, breaking the mirror. Draco glanced back at it. Damned hardbacks… He was soon pulled back to Hermione when she grabbed his wrist and flung him into the bath, fully clothed. The water rushed over the floor, and the water-level dropped immensely, exposing Hermione's pert breasts.
Draco blushed and looked away, pretending to reach for a towel. Hermione smiled and saw his problem, then decided to tease him a bit. She ran the water to bring the heat back to the tub, then reached over and touched Draco on the arm. "Draco… won't you stay a while?"
He would have loved to stay and play with her, if it weren't for the fact that the girl was Hermione and she had just been violated the previous day. "H-Hermoine… you are in a v-vulnerable st-state, and I am... err... well, I'm resolved t-to… AUGH!"
While he was speaking, Hermione had been running her hand up and down Draco's thigh, smiling and leaning against him. "Mhm… and your point is?" she asked him, smirking and raising an eyebrow.
Draco had lost all inhibition. He lunged for her, drawing her in to a deep, passionate kiss, and holding her close. Their mouths parted, tongues roaming freely and intertwining. His were the sweetest kisses, the most luscious lips she had ever tasted. She felt herself melting into his arms, drawn deeper into him. He broke the kiss momentarily to take off his shirt, then hungrily nibbled and sucked at Hermione's neck. She groped his back, nails digging into his flesh as he sent shockwave after wave through her body. She needed him; she wanted him.
Draco was naked, and Hermione was willing. She parted her legs and Draco dove between them, wrapping his arms around her and pressing himself against her. She moaned, begging him to enter her. Draco whispered softly into her ear, "Are you sure you're okay with this?" She nodded fervently, and kissed him once more, confirming her request. Draco gently entered her and pumped in and out, holding her close and kissing her neck and face. One hand traveled to her breast, tracing circles around her nipple. Hermione gasped and clutched to him, moaning softly into his ear. He groaned, holding her tightly against him and kissing her gently. He slowly built up an orgasm and helped Hermione to hers. She bucked and screamed, her cries of pleasure echoing on the walls of the marble bathroom, her nails raking down his back, her chest heaving with every breath and moan. He couldn't stand it any longer, letting himself go, thrusting into her one last time before sighing, falling into a slump.
"Oh, Draco… you were… you were wonderful. Thank you…"
Draco looked up at her, confused. "For what? Hermione, how much did this mean to you?"
Hermione gazed at him with a mixture of compassion and shock. How much did this mean to HER? How much did it mean to him? She was saddened by the thought that he may not have felt the same way about their encounter as she did. "Draco… when Ron did… what he did, I felt like an object. A plaything. I felt as though I was a sex toy whose only purpose was to be used and abused. Just now, I felt as though you were making love to me. I felt your passion for me, and I know you care about me. Draco, I want to be with you."
Draco looked at her, frowning. "What if I didn't? What would you have done? Hermione… you are extremely lucky that I have feelings for you. Extremely lucky."
A smile broke out on Hermione's face. "Draco… I want to be with you more than anything," she claimed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
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"Goddamnit, Granger, I'm not going to stand out here all evening, trying to get into my own bloody bathroom! GET OUT OR OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR!"
Hermione woke with a start, finding her book soggy and ruined, and her skin pruny. The water had stilled, the bubbles gone, the temperature cold. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, then reached for a towel.
"I'll be right out, Malfoy! Just let me put a towel on, then you can come in and do… whatever," she hastily replied, unlocking the doors and entering her room through the doorway on her left. After she shut the door, she heard Draco entering and the toilet seat being propped up with a clunk against the back of the toilet.
She shivered in her room and thought about her dream in the tub. It seemed so real, and she kinda wanted it to be. However, she was Hermione Granger, and he was Draco Malfoy. They were never to mix correctly, and she was never going to submit to his… charms.
She dressed quickly and departed for the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find Harry or Ginny. She needed to tell somebody about all this—her and Ron's 'encounter', how Draco helped her… her dream… The dream. She couldn't possibly tell Harry about the dream, but Ginny'd love to hear it. But… she didn't want an audience; she wanted advice. What am I going to do…? Nearing Gryffindor tower, she heard voices, growing louder and louder.
"I dunno, mate, he's probably got her under his thumb. He's probably done her at least 15 times now…" Dean?
"Now, Dean, this is Hermione Granger we're talking about. Malfoy wouldn't be able to sink his claws into her in a million years…" Hermione sighed. Thank you, Seamus… "…I mean, she's a total prude! No one'd be able to get past her iron-clad chastity belt!" Hermione frowned. At least they don't think I'm a slut…
"No way, man. Hermione may have been a little up-tight over the years, but, man, has she got some hooters on her! I mean, come on… a girl like that has got to be giving a little out here and there. It's like… an obligation for big-breasted women everywhere!"
They laughed and said the password to the Fat Lady, who let them enter immediately. She appeared to be quite flustered at the conversation that had just transpired right in front of her. Hermione approached the portrait, grunting the password at the woman in the painting.
"Oh, dear, I know you're upset… I would be too, if a couple of teenagers were commenting on my curves. Do you want me to lock them out after dinner?" she inquired, hoping to put a smile on the Head Girl's face.
Hermione smiled broadly. "No, I don't think that will be necessary. Thank you, though."
"Any time, dearie."
Hermione entered the common room and looked around at the small circles of people playing wizard's chess, Exploding Snap, or just gossiping amongst themselves. She paused briefly to wonder how many people thought of her in the same way as Dean. Shrugging it off and continuing her search for a friendly face, she spotted Ginny, Neville, Harry, and Colin by the fireplace. They seemed to be engaged in something quite serious, as no one was taking their eyes off of Harry. As she approached, Harry sniggered, then burst out laughing, and everyone followed suit.
"What's going on?" she asked, confused.
"Oh, nothing, 'Mione. We're just trying to make Harry uncomfortable enough to burst out laughing," Ginny replied.
"Sounds… fun." Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned over Harry's shoulder. "So, Ginny, Harry, you think I can steal you two away from this riveting gameplay for a moment?"
They both nodded and followed her to a secluded place in the common room. She quickly made sure that no one was listening, then cast a barrier between their table and the rest of the room, just as a precuation.
Harry raised an eyebrow in question. "I'm guessing this is something serious…" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Of COURSE, it is, dimwit! Why else would she pull us aside from everyone else and cast a sound barrier between us and them?" she asked indignantly, waving her hand at the chattering Gryffindors that surrounded them.
Harry nodded and looked at Hermione expectantly. She took a deep breath and began to explain everything that had happened in the past 48 hours, with the exception of her dream. That, she would save for Ginny afterwards. The two listened without interrupting, as expected, and they both looked winded by the time she was done.
"Ron… raped you?" Ginny asked, bewildered. She looked to be on the verge of tears. Hermione nodded gravely. Ginny wailed and sobbed into her hands while Harry put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Harry was at a loss for words. His best mate, the lonely poor boy he met on the train, had become a beast of lust. He felt empty knowing that he could never look at Ron the same way again.
"Harry, Ginny, I'm so sorry for putting such a damper on things, but I had to tell someone… you understand, right?" She received no reply. "Right?" Harry and Ginny looked at eachother and reached a silent agreement. Ginny turned to Hermione and put a hand on hers.
"He may have been my brother and his best mate at one point, but he is no longer family to me."
Hermione nodded and squeezed her hand, then looked at Harry for his response. She expected something similar to Ginny's statement, but, with Harry, you'd never know. The guy was loyal to a fault.
"Hermione, I dunno… Ron's been my best mate for ages. He may have… you know… had… sex with you, but, I don't think he intended to do… that… right?"
Ginny slapped Harry across the face. "Girls do not lie, Harry Potter. They know when they have been wronged, and they bring it to attention. Hermione has been raped, and you won't do anything about it, just because you've been friends with him for 7 years?"
Harry looked hurt. He whispered something incoherently. "What?" Ginny demanded. "What did you say?"
Harry looked up with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry…"
(A/N: SO! There it is! The revised version of Chapter 5! Anyway, I LOVE your reviews, so gimme MORE! They're like… an aphrodesiac. Man… I can SO get high off your guys' reviews. Anyway. Ideas ARE welcome, so don't be afraid to tell me what you think should happen next!
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