Chapter four.
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(Hermione's pov)
I knocked on the door of the Room of Requirement. I haven't been here for ages. Not since... since the DA. Boy, that was ages ago.
I don't look bad, I mused. I wore my thin-strapped red dress, which came down into a 'v' on my cleavage. I don't know if I'm showing a bit too much flesh; my scarlet dress comes up just after my knee, with a split up the left leg. But Draco wouldn't mind – he's always telling me I have a beautiful body, and that I should show the world.
"Come in," Draco said, huskily, and the door opened for me.
It was more beautiful than I could have imagined. There were vanilla candles everywhere (I could smell them), and the ceiling looked like the night sky. I could faintly hear the sound of classical music, and was just figuring out what composer it was, when Draco interrupted my thoughts.
"You look so good tonight," he said, eyeing me up and down, and I know it made me blush. He looked gorgeous, too.
"Thank you," I said.
"May I have this dance?" he asked like the perfect gentleman, and I was bowled over. I offered my hand, and he twirled me round. He kissed me – gentle at first, but when I could feel his hand moving down me, I broke the kiss. I smiled at him, and he grinned at me.
"I love you, babe," he said.
"I love you, too," I found myself saying. He grabbed me closer and kissed me harder. Too hard.
"Draco," I said slowly, touching my swollen lips, "you know I'm not ready for –"
"Shut up, girl," he said, as he forced me into his arms and kissed me roughly again.
"Draco!" I said, scandalised, my heart beating fact. How could he be doing this? He pulled me closer to his body, caressing my arse as he talked.
"You said you loved me, didn't you?" he said, and kissed me, pushing me to his body tightly. I resurfaced as quickly as I could, a thousand things running through my head all at the same time. What on earth was he doing?
"Don't pull away from me, you said you loved me!" he growled viciously, grabbing my dress; he tugged on it, hard, and I heard it rip. He grasped another part of my dress, and tore it apart...
Where was the loving Draco I knew? Where had he gone? As he pulled me in for another kiss, I had gone dizzy from lack of oxygen, I felt faint and I could feel my self go weak and I fell into his arms...
Draco dropped me on the floor, and yelled:
"Why aren't you kissing back?" I scrambled onto my feet, my hand on my head, as I was trying to get my head around what was happening... Tears quickly started to form, and I told him the one thing he didn't want to hear –
"Draco – you know how I feel about this, about –"
SLAP!
Before I knew it he had slapped me across my face. My cheek stung, but all I could think about was how he had grabbed me closer, kissing my neck, and how horrid he was being, and how stupid I was – needed to get out – now!
"Stop it!" I said, panicking now, as he steered me towards the bed I hadn't seen when I first came in. "Draco, stop it NOW!" I wasn't just scared... I was bloody petrified – my whole body was shaking, and I tried to pull me dress down, but Draco jut ripped it again...
"Why – aren't – you – kissing – me?" he snarled between rough kisses.
"I don't w-want to do this!" I said shrilly, and I didn't. I know I sounded like a spoilt child, but I didn't know what to do. All I wanted to do was to get out of here, to run away from this... monster that Draco had become... to get rid of this horrible, horrible mistake that was happening – how could he do this to me?
SLAP!
It was harder than the first, and made me cry out in pain – why me? Why me?
"You will do this, dammit!" he yelled as he pushed me on the bed. My thoughts rushed back to my last argument with Ron. He was right... he was right...
"D-Draco, why did y-you go out with m-me?" I asked, afraid he would hit me again.
"Why do you think?" he asked, grinning like a maniac. "To do this, of course!"
I shrieked, rolled off the bed, and ran across the room, crying my eyes out. I turned the handle of the door, but the door wouldn't open. Tears were flowing out of my eyes and I couldn't get the door to move.
"That's never going to come open, precious little mudblood," he whispered form the other side of the room, in such a way that sent a shiver down my spine. What did he want to do with me? What was he going to do with me? And, what was I going to do?
I opened my mouth to scream, but Draco waved his wand –
"Silencio!"
And I lost it, I just lost it; my make up was streaming down my face, I was wearing half a torn dress, my lips had swelled, my cheek was burning, and Draco was slowly walking to me like a predator after its prey. I knew I couldn't scream, but it made me feel better that I tried... I screamed and screamed and screamed, pushing myself as far against the wall as I could – but I had no choice as he got closer and closer and closer...
(Ginny's pov)
"Wake up," I said, crying quietly, "just wake up, and it will all be OK, I won't have lost you... You aren't dead, I know you're not, just don't die..."
I couldn't stand Harry looking so... vulnerable. It was the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. A fresh batch of tears came along, and Madam Pomfrey came over.
"Come back in a few hours," she said to me, sympathetically. "Give yourself a break, take in some fresh air. Go see your friends."
My friends... the first person that cam into my mind was Harry. New tears sprung up, but I knew Pomfrey was right, so I slowly walked to the Common Room, and clambered through the portrait hole, only to be pushed out of the way by a bigger person with a huge suitcase.
"R... Ron?" I asked, and when he saw me, he jumped. I looked at his eyes... he had been crying. A lot.
Then he dropped his bags and reached down and gave me a bone-breaking hug, which only made me cry more. He had only hugged me like this before the Final Battle. I could feel more tears coming. Then he grabbed his bags and turned around sharpish and went down the corridor.
"Ron!" I yelled, tears falling thick and fast down my face. "Where are you going? Don't go! Don't leave me here, all on my own! Stop walking away from me! RON!"
He spun round, tears running down his own face... My brother – what had happened? I ran forward, but he backed off, shaking his head. I looked up to him.
"Don't make this harder, Gin," he said, miserably.
"Where are you going? Why are you leaving me?" I wailed, wanting him to tell me, to be happy...
"If... If you ever need me, owl me. OK?" he said, and turned round again. No, this can't be happening – Ron is not leaving me too, like Harry... I won't let him, I won't!
"No, that is not OK!" I wailed back. "Come back! Don't leave me! Come back!"
He only looked back once, and I saw the grief on his face, and he opened his mouth to say something. But he decided against it, turned round his head, wiping his face on his sleeve, and disappeared around the corner.
And with that, I broke down onto the floor, sobbing out my entire heart's contents...
(Hermione's pov)
I stopped breathing. Clutching the floor I started hyperventilating and threw up a bit. Draco stepped back, visibly disgusted.
"What's the matter, mudblood?" he asked, whilst I tried the doorknob again, pressing my back so hard against the wall, as though I could just slide through it...
He put his face right up to my tear stained one, and I couldn't move any further back, as much as I tried.
He only whispered one word, one word which described how I never thought I'd felt with him, and very much what I was feeling now...
"Scared?" he said with a grin. And then he laughed, and laughed and laughed.
He dragged me up and pinned me against the wall. "You are, you little mudblood, you are." And he kissed me hard again, and then he dropped me on the floor; I scrunched up into a little ball, and moaned to myself
Wait a second, I could hear myself moan... I panted for breath, and then opened my mouth as wide as I could...
...and screamed bloody murder – "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" I panted for more breath as he looked me, panicking slightly.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" I did it again.
"Get out!" Draco yelled, and I couldn't believe what he said.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" I did it as loudly as I could. Then he picked me up, gave me one more crashing kiss against the wall, opened the door and threw me out onto the hard floor. The door slammed behind me.
I was... free.
I scrambled up, keeping my eye on the patch of wall which I was just behind. And then I kicked off my shoes and ran as fast as my exhausted body could.
I ran down stairs, through shortcuts, desperate to find Ron, to tell him that he was right, and to tell him what happened, to see those gorgeous eyes of his, to say how sorry I was. How so, so sorry I was...
I skidded to a halt when I came to the bottom of the Gryffindor Common Room, and I saw a flash of red hair lying on the floor –
"Ron!" I yelled out, and the figure twisted round to look at me – it was Ginny!
"Ron's go-o-o-ne and it's all gone w-wrong and... And..." she looked me up and down. I was still panting, still crying, my dress was torn showing half of my skin, my makeup had run down my face, my eyes were red from crying, my face was red from nearly fainting, I had vomit down my self, my hair was sticking up in every place, and my cheek was coming up in a bruise.
"What happened?" she asked in a voice so quiet I barely heard it. I could tell she was disgusted
"Where's Ron?" I said, knowing that if I just saw him, things would be OK; it would all work out...
"Ron," Ginny wept, back on the floor again...
"Tell me where he is!" I shrieked, loosing control for the second tome this night "Tell me now!"
"He – He's g-gone, he left t-tonight... he left H-Hogwarts... he left me!" and she started sobbing on the floor, but I could help her right now. I had to find Ron before he left for good.
I ran once again, the cold floor slapping my feet as I sprinted down the corridors I had roamed for seven years. Only now they looked scary and every shadow made me jump. But I couldn't stop now, not when I had to see Ron.
I dashed through a short-cut, tripped on the way down, and felt the marble flooring of this corridor rush up to my head. I put my hand on my head, and when I looked at it again, I saw blood.
"Argh!" I yelped, but then I saw a picture of Ron... Ron lying at the bottom of the staircase, Ron telling me what I now know to be the truth...
I got up and ran towards the entrance hall, and I wrenched the door open. From the balcony I was on, I could see Ron with his suitcase, with his head in his hands, and when he wiped his face, I knew he hadn't seen me.
"Ron!" I call out, and he turns around, scared, with his wand drawn...
"Her-Hermione?"
So, what do you think? I'd say it's my best chapter yet – what do you think? I thought I'd make it extra long, and I did say it would be five chapters, so I didn't split this one into two. Please review! Please Please Please!
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