Hermione said the password to the portrait hole, and walked into the common room. When she first stepped into the room and slid off her robes, she knew something was amiss. She laid her robes on the back of the couch. It was darker than usual. The only thing lighting the room was the small fire in the fireplace. The moon was glowing through the windows giving the room an eerie feel. She shivered at the cold. The second she heard movement from the chair in the corner, she remembered her encounter with Draco earlier that evening.
He lifted his wand and pointed it at Hermione. She froze on the spot and folded her arms over her chest. She glared over at his smirk. He moved his wand in the direction of the couch in front of the fireplace. Hermione moved over to the couch and stood there staring at him.
"Granger, I think you should sit down. You look a little worn out." He gestured to her untidy hair and outfit that she wore again for the second night in a row. He eyed her unbuttoned shirt slightly. "I see you have kept busy with our dear potions master this evening. Would you mind sharing what you were doing all those hours?"
Hermione glared at him trying not to show how afraid she was. He was slowly creeping forward towards her. He now was only mere feet away.
"If you must know Malfoy, I was helping him brew a few things." She cocked her head to the side as he snorted.
"I believe brew may be the wrong word Granger." He stepped forward now right in front of her with his wand jabbing at her sternum. "Would you like to tell me the truth?"
Hermione swore she caught a glimpse of jealousy and anger in his eyes. He seriously thought she did something with Snape. She smirked at him trying not to laugh.
"Really Malfoy, are you that dense? Or maybe just jealous?" Hermione regretted that the second it left her lips.
Draco spun her around and shoved her up against the wall near the fireplace. A mixture anger and hunger were etched into his eyes.
"Exactly what am I to be jealous of Granger? Is that a confession? So the rumors are true. You are screwing that retch of a man." He was dangerously close to her. His hands clung to her shoulders as he pinned her against the wall. "Is he the only one? Seeing as you are a bit of a looker now days, I suppose he is not alone. You wouldn't mind letting me in on it, would you?"
He leaned in and captured her attempted retort in his mouth. He bit her lower lip as she tried to pull away with no success. He let go of her lips and heaved a sigh.
"Stop trying to get away. It won't work. You're all mine now." He ran his tongue up her jaw to her ear he had nipped earlier. Hermione rolled her head back against the wall trying to struggle free to no avail.
His hand slowly traveled closer to her neck but dropped suddenly and ran down her chest. Hermione looked for his wand, but he had thrown it onto the couch when he had attacked her. He had her pinned to the wall with his other arm. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, relishing in the way she rocked back and forth against him trying to free herself. All she was successful in doing was arousing him even more.
"Granger, what you are doing is not working. It is actually doing just the opposite of what I am sure you want to do. If you continue, I will have no choice but to continue with what I want." Hermione stopped abruptly realizing what she was doing. She calmed down in hopes of him stopping as well. He chuckled in her ear. "That doesn't mean I will stop what I am doing."
He traveled his left hand down her arms while still holding her wrists over her head. He rested his hand on her chest, before moving to the buttons of her shirt. He started to unbutton them slowly watching her gaze on his hand. With every button he undid, he could sense her body trembling. She was very afraid. He finished the last button and pulled the cloth out of his way.
Before he could get a glimpse of what he so desired, a noise came from the portrait hole. He covered Hermione's mouth with his hand and stared over to the hole where the portrait back had been, trying to remain unseen. Through the door, Professor Snape stormed into the room. The darkness shrouded everything in the room except for him. The fire had gone out and the light poured into the room from the door way.
Suddenly, Snape heard a whimper coming from the small crevice near the fire place. He immediately pointed his wand into the darkness.
"Malfoy, I believe that is a direct violation of Miss Granger's personal space. Step away now before I am forced to take action." Snape spoke slowly and coolly. His silky voice filled the silence.
Draco could feel Hermione immediately calm down at the presence of Snape.
"Well, professor Snape, did you really think you were the only one Granger was messing with? I'm sorry sir, but you just walked in on a very consensual interaction." Draco sneered from his position in front of Hermione.
"What ever you have heard Mr. Malfoy, is a lie. Miss Granger here has really only been helping me brew some potions, but that really is not for you to care about. All that matters right now is that you remove your hand from Miss Granger's mouth, and step away slowly." He raised his wand to point directly at Draco's head.
Draco blinked in astonishment. He looked at Snape and saw the same stern look, no sign of lying or emotion. He lowered his hand as Hermione fell to the ground, tears rolling down her cheeks. He looked down at her and stepped back slowly.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy. Now please sit down." Snape gestured to the chair in the corner. He watched carefully as Draco moved to the chair with his eyes still on Hermione. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like you to stay there. If you don't, I personally will see to it that your jewels you prize so much will never reach the peak they have always wanted to. And I am not referring to your wealth Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione calmed herself down and buttoned up her shirt slowly. Snape walked over to her, still eyeing Draco suspiciously. He bent over and helped her up giving her a warm smile. She smiled back weakly and allowed him to guide her to her robes with his arm on her shoulders. She shivered slightly and he pulled her robes over her shoulder.
"You are alright Miss Granger. Here, come with me, we need to get you calmed down." He directed her to the doorway then paused. He released her shoulders for a moment and walked back to the couch. Picking up Draco's wand, he directed him to the stairs to his dormitory. Waving goodbye smugly, he took Draco's wand and watched him as he went up the stairs. After hearing a door slam, he walked back to Hermione.
Placing a soft hand on the small of her back, he directed her out of the portrait hole and down to the dungeons. Hermione would have normally not wanted to be down in the dungeons because of there misery and shadows, but right then she felt there was no other place she would want to be. She felt his hand on the small of her back but did not respond. They made it down to the dungeons and he directed her into a door next to his classroom.
The room was a decent size with bookshelves on all sides. Different bottles of eerie substances still covered most of the shelves, but more of the space was now taken up by leather bound books. Where there used to be hard chairs, now sat two arm chairs and a small loveseat. They were black leather, and Hermione thought to herself how any other color would have been shocking. Snape guided her to the loveseat and told her to sit down. She sat down slowly, uncomfortably. Her mind was still racing over what just happened. She couldn't think of what would have happened had Professor Snape not arrived.
"Here, eat this. I know it may just seem like I am continuously shoving chocolate at you, but according to Professor Lupin, it really helps." He handed Hermione another piece of the chocolate she had earlier. She smiled weakly up at him and nibbled at the piece in her hand. "I think you should just rest for a bit, and then maybe we can discuss what happened. I'll give you a moment to yourself." He slowly walked to the desk and sat down behind it pulling a piece of parchment to himself, and then beginning to write.
Hermione was confused a bit as to what was going on, but she did need a moment to herself. It always helped her think. She leaned back into the soft love seat. Her body sank into the cushions around her. She relished that feeling of being held by the loveseat. She started to remember Draco's hand traveling up her side, and tears came to her eyes. She didn't care so much that it had happened; she had just felt so helpless. She never enjoyed feeling helpless, it was the one feeling she would try everything to avoid.
Hermione reminded herself of how she was a strong person and she could get through this. Snape would take care of it, and she knew that. He would take care of her. She felt comfort in the fact that she was in his office, and he was there with her. Draco wouldn't stand a chance. Her eyes began to flutter shut from the exhaustion of the day and the only thing running through her mind was the man sitting behind the desk. As she fell into a troubled slumber, she didn't notice that man watching her lovingly.
A/N: Sorry. Shorter chapter than the others. It is a little different. Sorry if you didn't want it to go in that direction. Believe me, there is more to come. Thanks.