Chapter Seven: Bloody Hell / Why?

Draco Malfoy leapt out of his bed and stared at the sleeping figure below him. Granger had obviously entered his room instead of her own, and was now fast asleep before him on his bed. "Merlin, she has the worst timing for things…" Draco thought looking down beside her at the red head Ravenclaw who was now covering her half nude body just mere inches away from Granger on the bed.

"Filthy little mudblood," Draco thought angrily. "Any other girl could have just appeared on my bed and things could have been a lot more fun…"

"Well I'm not waking her," Malfoy said stubbornly, staying far away from the mudblood who still slept on his bed. "I'm not going near that thing."

"Draco," the red head said quietly. "Maybe I should just go. Obviously this is not a good time for you."

Draco sighed angrily, debating on whether or not he should have her leave. She was already there, why make her leave? Was what Draco had decided, smirking.

"You don't have to leave, we can continue where we left off as soon as this foul creature leaves," Draco said.

He took out his wand and began jabbing Granger forcefully in the ribs.

"Get up mudblood," He said, poking her harder and harder yet. "You're in MY bed."

Hermione awoke to a sharp pain in her ribs. "Owwww," was all she could manage to say, as she rolled over and opened her eyes.

"BLOODY HELL!" Hermione screamed sitting straight up and looking at a petite red head, appearing to have only that blanket to cover her. "What are you doing in my bed!"

"Correction Granger, MY bed, and what she is doing there really is none of your business," Hermione heard Malfoy's voice drawl.

She sat straight up and whipped her head to the side only to see Malfoy standing before her, in only his boxers, with a bored look on his face.

"Now, if you don't mind leaving…"

"Lumos," Hermione muttered, looking around to find that she WAS in the wrong room. How embarrassing…

She stood up, preparing to leave, and just act like nothing had ever happened, but just as she was out the door, she turned back, remembering that the red head was out of bed after hours.

"Oh, and Ferret," She said, "Your little friend there is out after hours. She's going to have to go back to her OWN dorms before points get deducted and a teacher gets informed."

With that, Hermione smirked satisfied, for some reason, that Malfoy wouldn't be getting any pleasure with that girl. "At least," Hermione thought, quite sickened, "Not tonight."

After heading back to her own bedchamber, Hermione began to wonder, just why exactly, it was that she had wanted that girl to go back to her own dorms, when really, it was none of her business what she was doing in Malfoy's room.

"It is my business," Hermione said to herself, having a silent debate in her head, "She was out after hours, and as head girl it's my business to ensure that either she goes back to her own dorms, or that a teacher is informed."

For what ever reasons though, this didn't seem to be the only cause of Hermione forcing the girl back to her own dorm. Hermione decided not to ponder any more on it, otherwise she most likely wouldn't be able to get any sleep tonight.

Sure enough, after about 10 or 15 minutes of laying in her own bed, while trying to clear her mind of any thoughts, Hermione fell into a restless sleep.

"Damn mudblood," Draco said to himself as Nicole, or was it Shelly? Left his room.

"She just had to come in here and ruin all of my fun,"

After kicking his dresser out of frustration, Draco finally decided to take a cold shower before heading to bed.

Hermione could not have been any happier when Friday rolled by. Just the first few days had been hell for her, and nothing extremely bad had happened. Yes, everything seemed to be extremely normal this year for her at Hogwarts, she wished it had been.

Hermione was constantly thinking of Harry, worried that he would just jump her any moment. "Stop it Hermione," She continuously would scold herself, "If he hasn't done anything to you so far, than why would he now?" That's when she would think of their encounter on the train…What would have become of her if Malfoy hadn't come along just in time? In a way, she should be thanking the arrogant Ferret, for at that moment in time, he had been her savior.

"So what are you up to tonight Hermione?" Ginny asked during dinner that night.

Hermione thought for a moment, than remembered. "I have to do rounds with Malfoy," she sighed. "Other than that, the Potions assignment due on Tuesday…and History of Magic homework, other than that, nothing," Hermione smiled.

"Because we were wondering," Ron said, beginning to smile broadly, "If you'd like to spend the weekend in the Gryffindor tower, you know, and catch up on good times and everything."

Hermione didn't know what to think. She hadn't seen her friends all summer, and now had hardly seen them since school had started, but, Harry was going to be there…

"Maybe some other time you guys…" she said. "I have a lot of work to do this weekend, and I have a lot of studying to do also," Hermione said, beginning to ramble while trying to think of a good excuse.

"Oh come on Hermione," Harry said, sounding natural "It couldn't possibly hurt you to take one weekend away from your studies. Besides, classes have JUST started!"

Hermione looked at Harry's face, it seemed genuine, yet she was afraid that it might just be a cover, just another chance for him to try and hurt her.

"I know," Hermione said. "The first Hogsmeade weekend we get, I'll sleep over. Than we can be stalked up on sweets and Butterbeer!" Hermione proclaimed, trying to sound excited about the whole ordeal, when really, the entire idea sounded quite frightening.

"Fine Hermione," Ginny said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Just don't work yourself TOO hard."

Everyone laughed, everyone that is, except Hermione, who just forced a smile, and quickly excused herself, wanting to go to the library to be alone in her own solitude.

Many hours later, completely exhausted, Hermione looked up at the clock, which hung in the hallway. 10:30. "Oh no!" She thought angrily, she was supposed to be patrolling with Malfoy right now…oh well; she'd catch up with him.

As she gathered her books and walked quickly through the halls, she began to feel uneasy, as though someone was following her. She turned quickly and saw no one. She'd had this happen to her many times before, and began running through the halls completely paranoid.

Turning her head again to see if someone was there, she collided with something, or rather someone. Facing ahead, she felt only fear, as she gazed up into a pair of deep emerald eyes, which were currently filled with an insanity which was boring into Hermione's skull, and the lustful stare could only frighten Hermione more than anything had every before in her life.

"H-h-hello Harry… I was just going to uh do rounds with Malfoy…" she stuttered, praying to Merlin that this would cause Harry to allow her to excuse herself. Of course, it didn't.

"Now, now Hermione, you wouldn't want to leave when you still haven't properly welcoming your boyfriend into your life, would you?"

Hermione could only stutter in reply, and was soon backing up, trying desperately to escape from this nutter, but soon, she felt her back pressed against the cold stone, wall at the end of the corridor.

"Why are you trying to leave me Hermione?" he asked her menacingly, with an added sneer, as he pressed his body against hers savagely, preparing to do Merlin knows what..

"Harry, please, can't I see you l-later? Right now I just want to go do rounds…" Oh Merlin…please let him leave me alone… Hermione thought silently.

"Come on Herm, now's the perfect time, I won't harm you, I swear." Harry's voice was less menacing now, but Hermione could tell that he was, in fact, going to harm her. This was how he always sounded when he was going to do something awful.

"H-Harry…pl-please…don't…"

Harry wrapped his hand around Hermione's wrist tightly, causing her to wince in pain. Hermione knew were this was heading as he dragged her towards the nearest classroom, and panicking, she tried to grab for her wand.

"Expelli-" was all she had muttered before Harry had turned and shouted "EXPELLIARMUS" much louder and more forcefully, disarming Hermione.

"Don't be foolish Herm," Harry said, clenching Hermione's wand tightly as he continued to drag her down the hall.

You can't fight him Hermione… she told herself, tears already beginning to well up in her eyes. You've never been able to…

Hermione felt herself being pushed down onto the hard floor in a deserted classroom, and heard Harry muttering a few silencing spells and charms to ensure the door was locked, and their own privacy.

No words were said as Harry walked towards Hermione, slowly, causing Hermione's fear to increase more with every step. Her breaths were now in sharp, shallow in-takes, and knowing she was trapped, Hermione just sobbed.

Harry took her time with her this time. Bloody git… Hermione had been thinking, had to drag this on to make it worse.

First Harry cursed her, binding her arms behind her back with invisible ropes. He climbed on top of her, than forcefully wiped away her tears with his thumbs, causing a sharp pain in the already concealed bruises and cuts Hermione had in her face. Than lowering his face to be leveled with hers, Harry crushed his lips on top of hers, forcing his tongue through Hermione's gritted teeth, to collide with hers. His tongue coursed through her mouth exploring every crack and crevice vigorously, and it was only after he had left her mouth to begin to bite and suckle roughly on her neck, did Hermione realize she had been holding her breath.

Harry continued to torture Hermione, groping her breasts painfully, causing her to cringe at the pain, and after was seemed like decades, as he began to punch of face, and dig his nails into her shoulders hard enough to cause blood, did Hermione finally feel the real pain. Not the physical pain, but the one buried deep within herself. Where had the boy she had grown up with gone? Where had the Harry Potter that she had known disappeared to, and who was it that was now abusing her? But the one question that was the most repetitive in her own mind, was why? Why had he begun to hurt her in every way that seemed possible? Why had he chosen her of all people to torture and mutilate? Why did he have to be this way, and why, oh why, did she ever get involved in this whole mess in the first place?

The last question seemed to be the only one that she could answer. Because, she had trusted him. Never again… she vowed, Never again will I trust another as much as I had trusted Harry Potter, and never will I show someone my vulnerability as I had shown him, before he had decided to do this to me…

Before unconsciousness overtook her, Hermione could remember seeing Harry's face, as he rested his hands at his sides, looking just as vulnerable as Hermione felt, and something more…he looked almost, confused.

Hey.. I dunno if anyone is even going to continue reading this chapter, lol, but I have decided that I am going to try my best to finish it, just because I hate giving up on things, and I didn't like the fact that I was letting so many of my readers down. Sorry for the delay! I won't take that long next time, I promise, lol... I really am sorry though:( Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Love always,
Carly Jayne.