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WARNING! This chapter is rated R for a reason.
Power happens to be everything. Any one and everyone want power, because if you have any sort of power, you can rule.
Holding something over someone can give you power, and with that power you can bend unsuspecting people to your will. Nobody will ever be able to have everything, at least not without cheating. But in cheating you gain power. I can't stand people who believe that there are other forces at work. Everyone has to do with who has power and who doesn't. No one is evil, no one is good. They just have more or less power than the weak and they call themselves 'good', and deem the others 'evil'. Power is all the world has.
Chapter 7; Power
"Hey Ginny." Hermione said and smiled at her friend. Ginny tried to smile through a mouthful food. It didn't work very well and Hermione giggled like 'herself' for the first time in an eternity. She sat down at the table and ate. Neither of the girls talked about anything that wasn't safe. All they said were menial things, like school and assignments. They both weren't ready for anything else.
"So what are you doing today Ginny?" Hermione asked as they stood up. Ginny beamed at her friend.
"Nothing really. You?" Hermione shrugged. They started walking. Ginny seemed quite.
"So is this all a lie to you?" Ginny said after an awkward silence. Hermione stiffened and stopped dead in her tracks. Ginny did too. "Well is it?" She demanded. "Is our friendship just a lie that you made up? Is this whole thing just lies?" Hermione felt a tear trickle down her face.
"Ginny, please…" Hermione whispered. "You don't understand. Just forget about it okay?" And Ginny saw the heartbreak on her face. Somehow she steeled her heart against it.
"HOW CAN I?" She shouted. It was lucky no one was there; otherwise the school would know everything about Hermione.
"You tell me that you are sick of living a lie. You've trusted me with so much over the years. You even told me that your step-mother used to hit you all the time. I told you about all my secrets as well. Why can't we be close again? WHY ARE YOU LYING TO ME?"
"I can't say Ginny. I can't tell you about it all. Please just stop it already!" And Hermione held her head in her hands. "I can't stand this!"
"Well you have too Hermione. TRUST ME!" Ginny screeched but Hermione had already fled.
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"I hate him! I really hate that stupid cunt!" Hermione swore as she paced the halls late at night. Someone grabbed onto her arm and pulled her into an empty classroom. Hermione repressed a scream.
"You wouldn't be talking about me now would you?" A voice drawled from behind her. Hermione sighed and relaxed her tense muscles.
"Most likely." She said. "I mean you are quite dumb. I hate you. And you're a little cunt so yes…maybe it was you after all." She sneered and he hit her. Hermione fell onto the wall. She spit out the blood that was in her mouth and glared up at the one who had done this too her.
"Sometimes I believe you speak way to much Hermione." Draco Malfoy said looking down at her.
"Fuck you, Draco!" She snarled right back standing up again. He smirked and slammed her into the wall, holding her there with his body. Hermione glared at him and Draco just brought his lips down onto hers.
Hermione knew better to fight him by now. When he moved away from her he gave her his best smirk.
"Well done Hermione. I see the mudblood has finally learned her place." He said and slowly he slid his hand up her shirt, looking her right in the eyes as he did so. He cupped her breast even though she was still wearing a bra. Hermione held his gaze and he smirked.
Slowly he moved his hand to her back and undid the clasp expertly. Hermione closed her eyes in defeat and Malfoy began to lift up her shirt. He leaned in and gave her a bruising kiss. Hermione responded and clenched her eyes closed so that she wouldn't think about that.
Slowly and painfully her clothes were taken off her. Malfoy looked at her then and at her legs, where her scars from numerous times were now being showed to the world. Hermione turned her head away form him as he smirked. This was how he controlled her. This was how she got into the mess now again. Unwilling her mind went down that road.
It was summer. And because of that Andrew had walked her home. Her father was out and the stepmother no where in sight. The house was hers and she fully intended to let her friend in for a drink before he headed back to his house.
Andrew joked with her. She smiles and laughs along. Everything was light and free. There were no harsh realities. No war. No father or dead mother. It was just her and Andrew having a good family dinner with his parents'.
They got to the door and stood on the darkened street. She smiled and said he could have a drink before he left if he wanted. She really thought that he was good friend. Kind and loyal. Brave and completely muggle. Completely perfect in her eyes. Andrew agreed.
She walked in and poured him a drink. Then she said she was going upstairs to put away her shoes. He nodded and she left.
She smiled dreamily. Normal. What a great word. Andrew was nice and normal.
She turns around ready to go back to the door and see him off, giving him a goodnight kiss. It will be sweet and later on she will hold onto her pillow and smile at the muggle who gave her such a time on such a beautiful summer night.
But as she tried to get out of the bedroom, she is blocked. Andrew is there. There is no light in her room so she cannot see his face.
'Andrew,' she begins 'why are you up here?' When he doesn't answer, she suddenly feels it. The chill that she felt around dark wizards. Insane ones. The chill she got when the basilisk attacked her. Something was wrong. He lifts his head and she begins to back away.
Suddenly she is pleading. Begging him. Asking what's wrong. There is a gleam she doesn't like. She sees her coat over on the chair. Her wand is there. She makes a dash for it, but Andrew moves and intercepts her. He hits her, and she falls down.
Now she knows what is wrong. She knows what he is trying to do. But she won't give in without a fight. Not her. Not this witch.
Again she tries for the wand. Andrew knocks her down and growls at her. He tells her that if she is good, it will all be over soon. Behave and it will be quick. She in turn begins to talk to him. He advancing on her and she backs up, still on her knees. She pleads. He kicks her down. In a second he is on her. She whimpers and struggles. His fist hits the side of her head and she stars. After she is back on earth with all the pain attached, she notices that she is pinned. She is trapped underneath the 'normal' muggle boy. She opens her mouth to scream but a piece of cloth is shoved in as a gag. He hits her and then rips off her shirt.
His eyes look her over and he rips every other bit of clothing off as well. Once that is down he is satisfied. She is pinned down, gagged and now he is working on the tying up part. She struggles and whimpers trying to get the gag out. He hits her hard and she blacks out. But pain brings her back and that exit is torn away from her.
He is rough and she feels tears fall down her cheeks. He keeps going, slamming into her and grunting. She hears the slap of his flesh against hers and shuts her eyes tight. But she can still hear it. Finally after him whispering to her vulgar things over and over he grunts and shakes a little. He is done. Done with her.
He gets up and smirks. She lies there and stares at him, fearful. He speaks to her. Tells her that she better keep her trap shut. Her parents won't care and she'll be sent away if she says something. She nods and he leaves.
All of a sudden Hermione comes back and shoves him off. NO! She can't do this. Not again. She can't be this weak. Her lips were swollen now and he looked as if he would kill her.
"I can't." She whispers suddenly fearful again. Draco Malfoy blinks and moves back. "I won't do this again!" Hermione says more forcefully. She whips out her wand and points it at his throat. He freezes. Hermione picked up her clothes and carefully put them on, still wand to his throat.
"I thought you were fucked up before Granger," Malfoy began "but I know now that you are. Somebody raped you didn't they little miss priss? They got you good. You are more fucked than anyone I know, and that includes my father." He paused and looked her in the eyes.
"Tell me Hermione," Her name he purred and she shivered at the feeling behind it. She wanted to scream. Tell him not to finish, but she needed to hear it so desperately it ached. If he said it, then finally it was true. A real reason. "Who will want you now? You would want a piece of used trash. At home nobody cares for you, you may as well be dead." She shook her head.
No! She screamed in her head. Stop! I don't want to hear! Stop it!. He didn't.
"But you see I am the only one who is here. I am the one who is about to fuck your brains out. I am the only one who will stop for five seconds and get you to stop killing yourself. I am the reason you live now, and I will kill you very soon. You disgusting morbid mudblood." He stopped to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. She whimpered again but gave in a little. Images of that night came back and she let real sobs lose.
Draco Malfoy backed away slowly and stared at her. He had a sneer on his face, but lust was clearly everywhere else.
"Just go you fucked up whore. I will deal with you when you are not so pathetic." And yet Hermione knew this was the one act of kindness she had ever truly received from him. Hermione nodded, quickly dressed forgoing a bra. She grabbed her wand and fled the awful scene. If she had bothered to turn around she would have seen Draco Malfoy's figure standing in the doorway, something akin to pity in his eyes.
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