A/N: Hello everyone, I know by now you must all hate me for saying that I would post straight away and then posting this chapter now but I've recently taken up swing dancing which takes up quite a bit of time and a few days ago it was my mum's birthday and we went out for a night on the town and then I've just found out that there's been a death in the family so it's all stopped me from writing but it's ok, I'm mere minutes away from posting this chapter that you're about to read so you can calm down. I hope you like it.
I've also decided to dedicate this chapter to Sinbad who is no longer with us, I hope where ever you are that you're happy and know that we all love you and that we always did. Rest in peace.
Hermione was sitting on a pile of cushions, reading a book that Harry had recently brought her from the library. It had been one day since she had first been locked up in this room and she had now resolved to calmly reading or thoroughly examining every thing in the room from the plush cushions on the ground to the large luxurious queen-sized bed in the corner. When she had first been locked up in this room, she had spent numerous hours racking her brain for ways to escape but seeing as Harry had taken away her wand, she really didn't have anything that could help her with her plight for freedom. Since the Night Harry had pinned Hermione up against the wall when she had first been taken to this room, Harry hadn't tried to do anything like that again. He merely threw things like books at her, luckily she hadn't been hit by one as of yet, and putting her food on the table before silently leaving. Hermione realised that he was probably trying to break her spirits by doing all that he was doing. But Hermione was a strong girl and remained calmly in her room, she figured that at least one person in the castle would be looking for her by now.
All she had to do was wait.
Draco had returned from his room with a book his father had given him. The book was full of spells known exclusively by only some followers of the Dark Lord. His father had given it to him many years ago in hopes that Draco would one day, become as powerful as Lucius was. Although Draco had never intended to become a Death Eater, he had accepted the book, knowing that one day it would come in handy.
When Draco had left the common room and walked over to the door behind the tapestry, he flicked through the book to find the spell he was looking for. Once he had found it, he turned to the door, muttered the spell before walking straight through the door and into the room inside. The spell He had used was a very powerful spell, it had the power to change any solid object into a mere illusion and therefore, in Draco's case, allow him to pass through it.
The room Draco was now standing in was completely dark except for a dying torch hanging on the wall at the far end of the room.
'Lumos' He whispered, his wand tip suddenly started giving off a glowing light with which he made his way over to the glowing torch which, as he got closer, he saw was actually above a door.
'Alohomora' He said as he reached the door, he heard a lock click and then proceeded to turn the handle and walk through the open door way.
The room he was now in was very well lit with many bright torches fastened to the four walls. The décor was nice, there were red drapes covering the window and the curtains on the four-poster bed were red also, to one side of the room there was a pile of multi-coloured cushions and sitting on those cushions was Hermione.
'Hermione!' Exclaimed Draco as he ran towards her. She looked up, her face full Of surprise. The book she had been reading slipped out of her hands and dropped to the floor.
'Draco!' Hermione said, running towards her saviour. She leapt into his arms and hugged him out of sheer happiness. Draco wrapped his arms around her in response and rested his head on her shoulder, her hair smelled like apples and cinnamon and it nearly made his legs go weak.
'It's ok Hermione, I'm here and I won't let anyone hurt you. But we need to go now.' He said as he dropped one of his arms and turned towards the door. As he did so a spell knocked him in the chest and sent him flying, his head came into contact with the cold, hard wall and he blacked out.
Hermione screamed as Draco was pulled from her arms and flung across the room, she turned around to see Harry storm over to her. He slapped her in the face, sending her to the floor and when she looked up; she saw just how angry he was. His face was bright red with veins on his forehead looking like they were about to burst, his green eyes looked like poison and his voice when he started talking to Hermione was terrifying.
'You slut! You whore, you're mine and yet you're out and about screwing people like him!' shouted Harry, pointing to Malfoy who lay out cold against the wall. Harry then leant down towards Hermione, roughly snatching her arm and yanking her up to her feet. She tried to escape but he just slapped her, drawing blood on her cheek which mixed with the tears spilling from her eyes.
'Harry, please stop this,' she began 'We're not together anymore, you have to face that, you can't do this. Please!'
'Shut up!' He yelled as he yanked her towards the bed. He threw her onto it before jumping on top of her.
'Get off me!' She screamed before feeling a strong hand clasp around her neck, cutting off her precious supply of oxygen. Harry used his other hand to pull her hands up above her head before leaning in close to her face.
'I know you were saving yourself for the right moment and even though I waited and waited, you never did it. I thought that maybe if I kept you in here long enough, you'd eventually give in to me willingly but that's obviously not going to happen so I'll just have to do it now.'
Hermione's eyes grew large as Harry whispered into her ear, she began whimpering out of fright. Harry then released his grip on Hermione's throat and she began gasping as her lungs filled with air once more. Hermione squirmed as Harry quickly reached down to the fly of his pants and began trying to undo them. As he was doing so, Hermione took the chance to escape, when a large enough gap grew between her knees and Harry's groin, she kneed him as hard as she could. He responded by tensing his whole body up and sliding of the side of the bed onto the floor, making gasping choking sounds as he did so. Hermione leapt off the bed and ran over to where Draco lay unconscious.
'Draco' she said. No response.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Harry crawling across the room to where his wand lay. Looking around her she saw Draco's wand not far away from her, she reached out and picked it up in her hands.
'Incarcerous!' yelled Hermione as she pointed Draco's wand at Harry. Thick ropes flew out of the tip of the wand and sped towards Harry before tightly binding his hands and feet together. Hermione stood up off the floor and turned to Draco, leaning down she tried to pick him up but found that she was too weak.
'Windgardium Leviosa' Said Hermione making Draco rise up above the ground she moved him towards the door while following him, she stopped by near Harry and picked up his wand before exiting. She led Draco through the dark room and out into the corridor before turning towards the entrance to her common room.
She reached the portrait of the late Albus Dumbledore and spoke.
'Professor Dumbledore, Harry Potter attacked us, I bound his hands and feet and took his wand but could you send word about this to Professor Lupin and have him come get me, I'm going to take Draco inside,' said Hermione.
'Certainly Hermione, Mr Malfoy looks quite bad. Perhaps you should take him to the Hospital Wing, just in case.' Replied Professor Dumbledore.
'Perhaps,' replied Hermione before saying the passwords and passing through the into the common room.
A/N: Okay, well that was the 13th chapter and I really do hope you liked it, I'll try to get onto the next one as soon as I can but in the meantime you can do you're bit by reviewing Chapter 13 and letting me know what you think.
Au revoir mes amies!