Chapter 13

(Rewritten July 06)

"Draco," Hermione pleaded. The look in Draco's eyes was shattering her heart.

'Fuck,' she thought, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.'

"Save your bullshit," he growled, "For someone who wants to hear it."

"No, just give me a chance," Hermione begged.

"No, I'll pass. You know, I should have known better than to tangle myself up with you. Honestly, what the fuck did you do to me? Drug me or something? I should have never touched a," he paused and then spat, "A mudblood." Hermione recoiled as if she had just been slapped. It sure as hell felt that way.

"Draco," she cried. She was on her knees. "That isn't what happened. He forc-," Draco interrupted her.

"You're despicable," he muttered in disgust, "Stay on your knees. It's where you belong."

"Why are you so upset," she yelled. It was a ridiculous inquiry though.

"Are you kidding? And for someone as smart as you, you'd think you'd be able to figure this one out. Go suck his face. We're through."

Hermione yelled for him once more. Tears were streaming down her face. He shook his head and spat on the ground next to her. He turned and left. Hermione glanced at her friends in distress. They stood wide-eyed and astonished.

"Ginny," Hermione begged, "You understand, right?"

Ginny shook her head. "I know we've talked about this but, I don't know. You lied to me, Hermione, about that note you received. You should have told me and we could have talked this over. I understand that Draco's uncanny infatuation with you was a shock but besides that, you seemed happy with him and I know I suggested going to see this other guy but after how successful you were with Draco, I don't know...I don't think you should have."

Hermione bowed her head in shame.

"I thought you were better than this," Harry muttered. "I never thought you'd stoop to this level and go after a Malfoy, our sworn enemy."

"Harry, please," Ginny begged. "Let's just go."

"No, wait," Hermione sobbed. "You don't understand what happened. That man was forc-,"

"Sh. We don't need to hear it, Hermione," Ginny nodded and pushed the boys towards the castle. "We're leaving now."

Harry paused.

"Harry," Ron asked.

"I'm going to help Hermione back to the castle," he explained, "It's the least I can do." Ginny and Ron shrugged.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," Ginny whispered. Ron did the same. They then made their way to the castle.

"Do you need some help," Harry questioned. Hermione shook her head.

"Harry, please, just listen to me."

Harry shook his head. "No, I don't want to hear about your relationships. It's bad enough that I need to stomach this one with Draco."

"You mean, what I had," Hermione moaned. Harry grimaced at the thought.

"So, do you need any help," he asked once more as he kneeled next to Hermione on the ground.

"No," she shook her head. She then glanced behind her. The man who had just ruined her relationship had just disappeared. "I can manage. I just need some time to think." Harry nodded.

"Okay. But, you know, if you ever need anything..."

Hermione smiled slightly. "Thank you, Harry."

Harry smiled too. Within minutes he was swallowed by the castle.

Hermione's post upon the front stairs of the castle was a pathetic one. She sat there, her head in her hands, and wept. She wept for the misunderstanding, she wept for her pathetic lack of self-control, she wept for what she had just lost with Draco and she had wept for the feelings she had failed to recognize until now when she no longer had a chance.

"What the hell just happened," she muttered. "What the hell?"

How could just one man, a masked man at that, ruin her relationship with the one person, ironically enough, she felt slightly comfortable with. Sure, she had her fling with Krum but he wasn't as easy to be around as Draco. Oh, it was hard to explain but Hermione missed what she had acquired over the past few days. Easy come, easy go, that saying didn't just apply to monetary situations but this one too.

But the thing that bothered her the most, was the lack of communication between her and her friends and most of all, Draco. Why wouldn't they let her explain? If they had, everything would be alright, everything would be the same except the other guy would have been hexed into oblivion by the three boys who witnessed her crime of infidelity.

"Shit," she whispered in fury. She stomped her feet upon the stairs. "What the hell have I done? Where the hell has my head been this whole time? Fuck."

Draco's fury left a path of destruction as he entered the castle and stormed towards the common room. He had just been hurt, hell, for the first time in his life, he had let another hurt him.

"Fuck," he growled. His fist lashed out and punched the nearby wall. He cursed yet again as he fumbled for his wand to remove the scratches that his hand had just received.

'Why did she do this,' he thought, 'What did I do? Is she attempting to repay me for the past six years? Fuck. It's not going to work. Fucking mudblood, that's all she is.'

Draco entered the common room and ripped his robes from his body and threw them upon the couch. His hurricane of catastrophe followed him to his room.

Once he entered, he snatched the closest, breakable object, and chucked it against his wall. This continued for twenty minutes until everything except for his large, solid, belongings were destroyed.

"Fucking bitch," he muttered, "Doesn't know what she's just done."

But Hermione was circling his head. Her face, her smile, her laughter, her moan. It was all there and it was an unending cycle of memories and mental scolding.

"Fuck this," he growled and opened his cabinet. Inside he grabbed his last sleeping potion. It worked so efficiently that he was unable to hear the screams from Hermione's room...

Hermione, tears still streaming down her face, rose from the stairs and walked to her common room. When she entered, she lit a candle and spotted Draco's robes thrown upon the couch. She lifted them to her nose and cried. They smelt like him, they smelt exactly the same as when they were in the closet and on the picnic blanket and in the gardens. The impact of the situation completely hit Hermione and she stumbled to her bed and collapsed.

"Hermione," someone whispered. Hermione tossed in her bed. Her dreams were still playing behind her eyes. "Hermione!" This time the voice was demanding her consciousness.

"Yes," she asked, still groggy and half awake.

"Get up."

"Draco," she called.

"No, bitch," the voice screeched. "Get the fuck up now, or else."

Hermione then felt a blade press against her throat.