Noise and Kisses
By Caiti and Court
Chapter 4: Reckless Abandon
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Hermione found herself slowly waking up. She tried to open her eyes but she couldn't. She heard voices, people yelling around her.
"Get her up!"
"Put her over here!"
"What happened?"
"Calm down!"
"Bring her down the Hospital Wing!"
"Is she going to be okay?"
"Calm down, Harry!"
Hermione opened her eyes slowly, "Harry?" she moaned weakly.
Harry turned around quickly and ran to her. He collapsed by her side, "Hermione! Are you okay? What happened?" he asked frantically.
She looked around at the teachers who had stopped what they were doing to watch her, "I-I'm fine," she pulled herself up, regaining her strength, "I'm fine."
She walked passed the nurse and headed down to the Great Hall, Harry following quickly behind her.
"Hermione…Hermione!" Harry shouted after her.
Hermione abruptly stopped and spun around, "What?" she snapped.
Harry glided over to her, gently grabbing her hand, "'Mione-"
She jumped, "Don't touch me!" she pulled away fearfully.
"Hermione," he hesitated, "There is something wrong isn't there?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "What are you talking about, Harry?" she turned away from him.
"I'm not stupid, Hermione. There is something going on. You're acting so strange!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said softly, turning her head in the other direction.
"You're skipping classes, not eating, cutting yourself, and you've- you've turned into some sort of," he took a deep breath, "Whore."
She turned quickly to glare at him, "How dare you!" she lifted her hand up and slapped him across his face, leaving a large red mark.
Hermione turned away and stormed off to the Great Hall. She pushed the large doors open and everyone fell silent, turning their heads in her direction. Hermione slowly approached the Gryffindor table as she heard quiet murmurs all throughout the hall.
Reaching the table, she sat as far away from the other Gryffindors as possible. She picked up a piece of toast and nibbled on it; it was the first thing that she had eaten in a week.
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The Great Hall had regained some of the commotion back as Hermione got up to leave. On her way out, she heard Pansy Parkinson talking about a party in the Slytherin common room later that evening.
Hermione debated whether or not she should go. On one hand, she doubted the Slytherins would let her in but on the other, she really wanted to go to get her mind off of things.
As she was running things over in her head, she walked right into Malfoy again, "Sorry," she muttered and kept going.
"Watch it, Granger!"
She turned to see Malfoy. Her heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip. The last time she felt that was when Ron had kissed her when she arrived at the Room of Requirement.
"Oh. I-I'm sorry, Malfoy."
He narrowed his eyes, "Sorry?"
She opened her mouth to defend herself but, finding that she was speechless, she closed it again.
"What's going on with you and The Weasel?"
She shrugged, "Nothing…everything's fine."
He nodded; he knew she was lying, "See you later, Granger."
Hermione ran back to her dormitory to start getting ready for the Slytherin party; she was going.
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Hermione walked into the Slytherin common room wearing a tight jean mini-skirt. She also had on a hot green tube top. Her hair was long and pin straight, and she was wearing heaps of green eye shadow. As soon as she walked in, someone walked by with a tray of jello shots. She took two off the tray and forced them down her throat. It burned. She had never had alcohol before. She went over to Marcus Flint, a friendly face…sort of.
She smiled and kissed his neck, "Hey, you," she sat down next to him and he threw her a beer. She took it and chugged it.
As the night progressed, Hermione must have had nine jello shots, two glasses of Fire Whisky and three beers. She stood up on the coffee table and was dancing. She was laughing hysterically and she fell off the table into Crabbe's lap and he pushed her off of him.
Draco had finally come down from the dorm room to the wild party. He grabbed a beer and two shot glasses and chased the shots with the beer. After he finished, he sat next to Crabbe and Goyle.
Hermione stood up from the floor to find Malfoy. She toppled over to him, "Hey, Malfoy!" she shouted flirtatiously. She squeezed herself onto the couch in between Goyle and Malfoy. She slowly began to caress Draco's arm, "You're looking sexy tonight…as usual," she whispered seductively into his ear.
"You're drunk, Granger," he said pushing her off of him as Goyle rose from the couch.
"Oh c'mon…you're Draco Malfoy! Don't you usually jump at any opportunity to shag drunken sluts?"
He rolled his eyes, "Not this time."
She flipped her hair, "I'm easy, remember? You said so yourself!"
"You're just smashed."
"Nope! I'm easy. Everyone thinks so. You think so, Harry thinks so, hell, the whole school thinks so…not to mention Ron."
Malfoy shook his head. "You're talking crazy, Granger-"
Hermione continued, ignoring Malfoy, "I guess I deserved it. I mean, I was planning on doing it that night. I thought about it over and over. I just never thought it was going to turn out that way."
Malfoy was getting annoyed, "What are you talking about-?"
"I was wearing this skanky red dress and half the Fire Whisky was gone. He pulled out that parchment where I wrote your name all over it and he got jealous!" she blurted out, laughing.
Draco started at her, shocked, "You wrote my name all over a piece of parchment? Why would you-"
Hermione continued again, "And then…" she paused and took another sip of beer, "He raped me."
Draco snapped his head towards her. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, "What!" he shook his head, realizing what he was doing, "N-Never thought Weasley would have it in him," he forced a smirk.
"Whatever," Hermione said as she accidentally dropped her beer. She squealed and scrambled to the floor to pick it up. As she quickly stood up, she lost her balance and fell onto Draco's lap. She laughed a bit and looked up at Draco's face, "Wow," she said softly, "You have really pretty eyes," she smiled and then passed out on his chest.
Draco looked around frantically, not knowing what to do. Since no one seemed to notice what had happened, he stood up carrying her in his arms and headed for the portrait hole.
"Be careful with that one," Marcus called out to Draco just before he left, "She can get frisky!"
Draco forced a laugh, "Alright, thanks for the warning!" he called back.
Still carrying Hermione in his arms, Draco searched the school for the Gryffindor common room. He finally spotted some first year Gryffindors and he followed them throughout the corridors. When they arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, Draco listened closely for the password. He waited a few minutes as to avoid any unnecessary contact after the drop-off of the passed out Hermione.
Draco cautiously approached the portrait hole, as it suddenly swung open and none other then Harry Potter stepped out.
"Malfoy," he stated coldly, "What are you- Oh my god, Hermione! Malfoy, what did you did you do to her?" Harry shouted, scooping Hermione up into his arms.
"I helped her Potter," he stated somewhat defensively.
"Yeah, I'm sure. You, helped Hermione Granger," he rolled his eyes and turned his back on him, "You probably drugged her," he mumbled.
"I don't need drugs to get girls to shag me Potter."
Harry glared at him as he entered the portrait hole, taking Hermione up to her room.