Noise and Kisses

By Caiti and Court

Chapter 3: She Will Be Loved

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The weekend had gone by and Hermione hadn't even gotten out of her bed to shower. She'd spent countless hours at night going over what Draco had said to her. She felt like she had lost complete control over her life. If she couldn't stop the one she loved from raping her, how could she control anything? Maybe it was out of her hands. Maybe her only option was to become what Ron saw her as; a whore.

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Hermione walked down to Potions the next day; she was over ten minutes late. She had been busy working on her hair and makeup. She approached the dungeon door and shook her hair back.

She strolled in casually.

"Well, Ms. Granger. How nice of you to finally join us. I was just finishing pairing people up. Seeing as Mr. Weasley isn't gracing us with his presence, why don't you go sit next to…Longbottom for the day," Professor Snape smirked.

Neville let out a small squeak. Everyone knew that he had the biggest thing for Hermione. Everyone sniggered.

She nodded and sat herself next to him, "Hey, Neville," she smiled. As they waited for instructions, she sighed, "It's hot in here, no?" she took off her robes revealing a white blouse. She unbuttoned the first two buttons, "I hope this isn't too distracting, Neville."

Neville stared at her chest, mesmerized, "N-no," he squeaked.

At the end of class Hermione kissed Neville on the cheek, "Bye, Neville. See you later," she flirted before walking out of the class room, swinging her hips.

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Hermione sat next to Seamus Finnegan during her Charms class. At the end of the period, after flirting with him the entire time, Hermione turned to him, "Hey, Seamus, I was wondering…Do you want to maybe…skip lunch and go up to the common room? We would be alone and we could do whatever we want," she smiled seductively.

Seamus was so mesmerized that he had completely forgotten that this was his good friend's girlfriend. He gulped and nodded. Hermione took his hand and led him up to the common room. She threw him down on the couch and sat on top of him, straddling him. She kissed him passionately, running her hands through his shaggy hair.

Seamus kissed her back and unbuttoned her blouse. He slid her skirt up and pulled her knickers down. He unbuttoned his trousers and turned her around so he was on top of her. He slid himself inside of her.

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Hermione woke him up; he had fallen asleep on top of her after they finished, "Get up, Seamus! We have class," she stood up and buttoned her blouse. Straightening out her clothes and hair, she smiled at him and walked out of the common room.

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It felt good; for twenty minutes, she felt loved. She was lost and then she was found. Then it was over; she felt lost again, helpless, unloved.

She decided to skip dinner again. She was walking up to the common room when she ran into Marcus Flint, "Hey, Flint," she whispered seductively, "I have a proposition for you. What are you up to for the next twenty minutes?"

Marcus was not exactly the brightest student. It took him at least two minutes to fully understand what Hermione was talking about. When he finally figured it out, he nodded and smirked. Hermione took him to an abandoned classroom in the dungeons, and twenty minutes later she sent him on his way.

After she was satisfied, she went up to the girl's dorms and passed out on her bed.

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Two weeks had passed and Hermione had already slept with Seamus Finnegan, Marcus Flint, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Adrian Pucey, Dean Thomas, Blaise Zambini and Terry Boot. By then, there were numerous murmurs going around the school saying that Hermione was a slut and that she was easy. She didn't care. The more people that knew, the more people that wanted to have a go with her.

Hermione walked down to the court yard. Maybe she could find someone there. As she made her way down the steps she saw Ron coming towards her. As soon as she saw his face, mental images of that night filled her head. She took a deep breathe and sped up, hoping to pass him quickly. As she attempted to rush by him she felt a hand on her wrist.

She turned to face Ron.

He took a deep breath, "'Mione, I…I'm so sorry. I was drunk, I wasn't thinking clearly!"

"So that makes it okay?"

"Hermione, please…Please, just give me another chance!"

"No," Hermione shook her head, tears brimming from her eyes.

She turned to leave.

"Hermione, stop! Please, just listen!"

She turned to him, "That's funny…you expect me to listen when you say, 'stop' and 'please', but when I say it, you completely ignore me!"

He grabbed her wrist again tightly, aggressively, "Oh, c'mon, Hermione! Stop acting so dramatic. You wanted it, you know you did!"

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had been walking towards the courtyard. They stopped and stepped out of view to watch what was going on.

Hermione struggled to pull her arm out of Ron's grip, but it was no use, "No, I didn't! Now get- off of me!"

Ron tightened his grip and Hermione let out a painful cry. His voice grew angrier and deeper, "I apologized, Hermione! What more do you want from me?"

She continued to try to get free from Ron, "I want you to leave me alone!"

He glared at her, "You told me you loved me."

"Not anymore!" she cried, "Not after what you did! Now let go!"

Ron's face turned red with anger. He swung her by the wrist, banging her into the marble banister. He pushed her and she tumbled down the stairs.

Grunting, he walked away.

Crabbe and Goyle smirked while Draco stared, shocked at what he was seeing.

Hermione got up, trembling. Tears continued to spill from her eyes. She ran back up the stairs to the common room. She locked herself in the bathroom, replaying the night over and over in her head. She reached into the shower to find a razor. She held it to her skin. She took a deep breath, shut her eyes and slit it down her wrists; once, twice, then three times. She picked up a towel to stop the bleeding. It felt good. Better even, than the meaningless sex.

She slid it along her wrist once more. She was suddenly dizzy, and everything was blurred and spinning. Her head felt like it was going to float away. She squinted her eyes and tried to steady herself. Then she fell to the floor and blacked out.