BOOM. TRIPLE UPDATE. The reason I'm doing this is because I imagine that the next few months might be kind of hectic and I'd rather upload a crap load at once rather than upload again in like...November. At least this way you'll have plenty of material to reread.
So, it is official that Ch. 18 will be Draco's POV. I'm putting this here because, well, some of you might not want to see inside of his head. It's a...disturbing place guys. A Ch. 17 sneak peek will probably be at the end of next chapter.
Um...this chapter took quite the emotional toll on me, I must say. The reason for that being because when I write out my chapters, I usually act out the scenes. Meaning, as I'm typing or rereading, I say it aloud, how I imagine them saying it, just to get a better feel.
WARNING: I feel like there should be a warning here, but I won't go into detail simply because I don't want to give anything away.
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She slowly looked over her shoulder and met Draco's gaze. Blaise and Ginny stood behind him in his bedroom, just behind the open balcony doors. Ginny looked worried, borderline hysterical, as Blaise kept his arms around her. Hermione looked around in confusion. How…? She looked down at herself, confused as her eyes took in her sleeping clothes. Had she been…sleepwalking?
"Hermione…come on."
Draco held his hand out as he took a slow step towards her, as if worried she was still sleepwalking.
"I didn't…I wasn't…," she trailed off as she shook her head.
"I know. It's alright. Just step down…"
Still dazed, she laid her hand in his and he yanked her down, immediately pulling her into his arms. Hermione blinked in confusion, struggling to process what had just happened as Draco dug his fingers into her skin, his arms tightening around her.
"Leave us," he hissed behind him.
Hermione didn't even hear Ginny's protests as Blaise heeded Draco's words. She felt him press his lips against the top of her head, taking a deep breath, but Hermione couldn't care less. She was far too focused on her dream and the silver eyes that had led her to her death.
Hermione had a hard time wrapping her head around what had just happened. She faintly acknowledged that Draco was clutching her to him for dear life, as if she would go back and jump if he let go. She could feel him pressing his face into her hair and Hermione began to shake as she resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and look at the balcony. What the hell had just happened?
She didn't sleepwalk. Hermione had never sleepwalked in her life! Not only that, but the first time she ever does it, she tries to jump off of the freaking balcony? She tightly closed her eyes as Draco backed them up into his bedroom, hurriedly closing the balcony doors with his feet. One of his hands were pressed against the small of her back while the other cradled her head to his chest.
Hermione could faintly hear yelling in the hall and from the sound of it, it was Ginny. She guessed that Blaise was having a hard time getting her back to their room. Hermione swallowed as Draco walked over to the couch before slowly sitting down and pulling her into his lap. The fact that this didn't even bother her, that she didn't even fight him on this, should have been a telltale sign at just how out of it she was.
"Hermione…"
Hermione ignored him, her mind somewhere else entirely. What on earth could have triggered this? She looked towards the balcony and thought back to her dream. She remembered not feeling an ounce of fear as she stood on the roof with him, prepared to jump. She had felt nothing but glee, safety…security, the exact opposite of what she should have felt. She should have been absolutely terrified out of her mind because Hermione hated heights. No, instead she had felt a disturbing sense of loyalty, fully prepared to let him lead her to her death.
She blinked, letting out a shaky breath as Draco pushed her hair away from her face and behind her shoulder, the brush of his fingers against her skin making her hair stand on end. She could still hear Ginny yelling at Blaise right outside of the door. She could hear him trying to calm her down. Her eyelids fluttered and an involuntary shudder traveled down her spine when Draco pressed his lips to her cheek, his nose skimming across her skin.
"Talk to me…say something," he quietly demanded of her.
Hermione swallowed and pressed her lips together as her vision began to blur. She blinked the tears away as she stared at the balcony. The balcony, she thought in realization. That damn balcony.
...
She suddenly screamed as the balcony doors flew open, banging against the wall and she kicked and flailed as she realized what was happening. Her heart dropped to her stomach. This wasn't happening, this had to be a nightmare.
"No, no," she begged.
"You want to leave me? Huh? Is that what you want," he demanded.
"No, no, Draco. Draco, please," she pleaded, digging her feet into the floor.
This proved to be futile as he reached down and swung her up into his arms. She screamed, kicking out and arms flying, hitting him numerous times, but he did not loosen his grip, not once. She pleaded as he walked towards the balcony, her hands catching onto one of the doors. He was going to kill her.
"No, you want to leave so badly, right?
"I don't want to leave-"
"Shut up! You want to leave…this is the only way you're ever going to leave me," he snarled, snatching her away from the doors.
"Draco!"
...
Her lips curled over her teeth and she suddenly turned away, fighting against his hold.
"Get away from me," she hissed.
"Hermione, stop," he said, tightening his arms around her.
She clawed at the offending things, squirming in his lap as tears of frustration sprang to her eyes. She leaned away from him as he fought to keep her caged within his arms.
"Stop! Let go of me," she shrieked.
She leapt away from him, but he followed grabbing her arms and pulling her back into his hold. She twisted and squirmed, screaming in frustration, desperate to get away from him. He held on steadfast though, his chest pressed into her back as she dragged him all around the room. She heard him grunt in pain when she forced his back against the bedpost. She jerked forward, leaning away from him.
"Don't touch me! Get your fucking hands off of me," she hissed.
"Hermione, stop this! You're not well," he protested.
She froze, eyes wide as her harsh breaths blew her hair away from her face as his words reached her ears. Not well? She didn't even notice the door opening, too focused on what he had just said. What? When she spoke next, her voice was low, so low that it didn't sound like her at all.
"What did you just say to me?"
"You just tried to jump out of the window in your damn sleep. Clearly, something is wrong and you need to calm down," he said.
"I'm not crazy," she whispered.
"I didn't say you were," he whispered back, his breath fanning over her cheek.
"Yes you did. Yes you did! I will not let you drive me insane, Draco. I refuse," she spat.
That was his goal, wasn't it, to drive her completely mental? She wouldn't know right from wrong, good from bad. If he drove her mad, he'd have her exactly where he wanted her. She dug her nails into his arm, fighting to get free again.
"You need to calm down," he hissed.
"No! This is your fault," she snapped, finally breaking away from him.
She spun around to glare at him, her unruly curls flying around her face.
"You tried to kill me," she screamed at him.
Tears skipped down her cheeks as a feminine gasp came from in the direction of the door. Harsh footsteps came closer and Hermione felt a hand gently grip her arm, pulling her back.
"Come on, Hermione. You're sleeping with me," Ginny said.
A dark look passed over Draco's features as he glared at the redhead.
"Like hell she is," he snarled, reaching for Hermione.
Hermione backed away just as Ginny spoke.
"No! You stay away from her. I think some time apart will do both of you some good," Ginny said, dragging Hermione towards the door.
Blaise was standing by the door, rubbing his forehead in frustration as she and Ginny passed him. As soon as they stepped into the hall, Hermione gasped. She looked around in shock, head turning left and right, hair flying as she recognized the hallway from her dream. How had she not realized it before? She stared down the wing, almost expecting to see someone turning the corner, playful laughter ringing along the walls.
"Hermione…?"
Hermione blinked, shaking her head as Ginny's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"Let's go," she breathed.
She could hear Draco's angry shouts and Blaise's much quieter voice from inside of his room. It wasn't long before the sound of his harsh footsteps followed them down the hall.
"Draco, just give her some space," Blaise said, following the hotheaded boy.
"Weasley! Get back here! Get your fucking hands off of her," he yelled.
"Draco," Blaise warned.
"She's sleeping with me tonight. I'm not letting her anywhere near you, right now," Ginny hissed over her shoulder.
Hermione flinched as she heard Draco bang his fist into the wall, the sound of his footsteps still echoing behind them. Ginny sped up her pace, urging Hermione to do the same.
"That's not your call! That's not your damn call Weasley. I'll fucking kill you!"
Both Hermione and Ginny stopped and spun around at the sound of a loud bang. Blaise had his fists clenched into Draco's shirt, shoving him against the wall.
"Don't you fucking dare talk to her like that," Blaise snarled.
Draco slowly reached up and shoved Blaise away from him, the other boy stumbling into the opposite wall, the portrait beside him shaking from the force.
"Then tell her to let go of my damn fiancée," Draco hissed, stepping towards Blaise.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened to a comical size. She saw red. She pulled away from Ginny, taking a step towards him, gently pushing Ginny's hands away.
"Fiancée? Fiancée?"
"We've had this discussion before and nothing has changed. Whether it's next week or two years from now, we are getting married," he spat at her.
"Nothing has changed? You-."
Hermione cut herself off, reaching up and yanking down one of the portraits hanging on the wall.
"Hermione!"
She ignored Blaise's warning, hurling the large picture at the blond boy. Draco stepped back, the glass and frame shattering just at his feet before he looked up at her, eyes blazing.
"You bastard! If you think that I'd ever willingly marry you-"
"Trying to kill me, sweetheart? Don't start something that you can't finish," he hissed, taking a step towards her.
She ignored Ginny's hands, walking towards him.
"I'd sooner die than ever say 'I do' to a foul, loathsome cockroach like you! Theo has a better chance than you do," she spat.
Hermione knew that it was a low blow, but she didn't care. She wanted to hurt him so much, hurt him like he had hurt her. Draco's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as she stepped up to him.
"Is that why you're so threatened by him? Huh? You know that he can do what you can't? Is that it," she demanded, shoving his chest.
She grabbed his shirt, fisting it in her tiny hands before shoving his back into the wall. He let her, glaring down at her, nostrils flaring. She stared up into his eyes, ignoring the way goosebumps broke out over her flesh at their close proximity.
"You're not capable of love. I deserve better…and Theo is better," she quietly spat.
"Draco, don't!"
"Hermione!"
Draco had reached for her, but Ginny yanked her back at the last minute. Hermione had other ideas as she reached out towards him, her hands resembling claws. Blaise held Draco in an iron grip as the Death Eater fought to get free. Tears ran down Hermione's face as Ginny struggled to pull her away.
"Hit me! Hit me, you son of a bitch! I want you to hit me. Show your friend how awful you really are," she shrieked.
Blaise's back was pressed to the wall as he held onto Draco for dear life. Draco leaned forward and shoved him back against the will, trying to get him to loosen his grip.
"You go near him and I'll kill him, Hermione! You'll never see the outside of this place ever again," he snarled, eyes trained on nothing but her.
"No, no! Let him go," Hermione screeched as Blaise dragged Draco back towards his room.
"Hermione, stop! That's enough," Ginny protested, struggling to hold the hysterical girl.
"No, no, it's not! I want him to fight me! I want to wipe that damn smirk off of his pretty fucking face," she spat, breaking out of Ginny's hold.
"Hermione, no!"
Hermione shoved the door back open just as Blaise tried to close it. The dark-skinned boy stood in between her and Draco, trying to keep them apart, one hand pressed against the door and the other against Draco.
"This is going too far, let it go," Blaise protested as he tried to close the door, but Draco had one hand on it, trying to open it as well.
"You're nothing, Draco! Do you hear me? You don't deserve me," she yelled, reaching through the opening at him.
Her nails just barely missed his face.
"Let me out, Blaise," Draco growled, reaching for her as well.
Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione's waist, pulling her back, but Hermione gripped the door jam.
"You've taken everything from me! You've ruined my life," she spat.
Ginny pulled and Hermione's nails dug into the wood, but she paid no mind to the pain. She wanted to ruin him…like he had ruined her.
"I hate you!"
"No, you don't! You wish you hated me," he threw at her, still trying to push past Blaise.
Hermione cried as Ginny dragged her away, wrapping her arms around her tighter. Hermione's feet dug into the floor as she screamed at him.
"I hate you, I hate you," she yelled over and over again, her hands clawing at the wall.
"Come on, Hermione. Come on. It's okay…," Ginny whispered as she literally dragged her down the hall.
Hermione leaned over, sobbing as she clutched Ginny's arms. She collapsed, bringing Ginny down with her and the redhead wrapped her arms around Hermione's shoulders. She pressed her head into the crook of Ginny's neck.
"I hate him, I hate him," she quietly chanted.
Ginny rested her chin on top of her head, rocking them as Hermione clung to her.
"I know, I know. It's okay…"
The sound of retching was what woke Hermione the next morning. She stirred, blinking before lifting her head and looking around. It took her a minute to realize that she was in Ginny and Blaise's room. She groaned, rolling over and clutching her head. It felt as if someone was banging on her skull and her eyes felt…tight.
She groaned again before letting her head drop back down as the awful scene from last night replayed in her head. Ginny had all but carried the distraught girl to her room, holding Hermione as she had cried herself to sleep. She had cried…because of him…again. Merlin, she hated him.
She swallowed as soon as she thought that, her words from last night hitting her, knowing full well that she did not hate him. Draco was right though, she wished she did. If she could make herself hate him, if she could force the feelings, she would. She would have done so a long time ago. Hermione perked up as another sound came from the bathroom and that was when she remembered what had woke her up in the first place.
She threw the covers off of her and made her way to the bathroom on the other side of the room. She was greeted with the sight of Ginny on her knees, leaning over the toilet and puking her guts out. Hermione knelt down beside her, pulling her hair away from her face, running her free hand up and down her back.
Ginny sat up when she was done, taking a deep breath, clutching her stomach as she stood, flushing the toilet. The redhead rinsed her mouth out before placing one hand onto the bathroom counter. She had an odd expression on her face.
"Are you okay?"
Ginny slowly shook her head in wonder.
"I don't know. My stomach hurts," Ginny quietly said.
Hermione blinked.
"You just puked your guts out. That's normal, right?"
Ginny eventually nodded, rubbing her stomach.
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine."
Ginny suddenly turned to face Hermione.
"How are you?"
"Never better," Hermione said, walking out of the bathroom.
"Hermione, last night…got really intense. I think that it would be best if the two of you just kind of…stayed away from each other for a bit," Ginny proposed, following her.
Hermione nodded.
"I couldn't agree more," she whispered.
If it were up to Hermione, she'd probably stay away from him forever. She sat on the edge of the bed, her mind somewhere else entirely.
"Why didn't you tell me about…? You know," Ginny eventually said.
Hermione closed her eyes, fully understanding what Ginny was asking about. She swallowed, taking a deep breath.
"I really…really don't want to talk about this. I don't want to talk about Draco, I don't even want to think about Draco," Hermione slowly replied.
Before Ginny could even reply, there was a harsh knock on the door. Hermione's eyes widened as she stood, looking at the door, anxious. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, she bitterly thought. She turned towards Ginny, but Ginny held her hand up.
"I got it…"
She walked towards the door, standing in front of it for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and cracking it open.
"Let me speak to her," a harsh voice demanded.
Hermione's jaw clenched and she forced her anger down as his voice came from the other side. He had some nerve! Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the bedpost as Ginny spoke to him.
"Do you really expect her to speak with you, right now? She doesn't even want to waste any more thoughts on you. She's upset, rightly so and I think that you should respect-"
"When have I ever given a flying fuck about what you think? This doesn't concern you, now move," he snapped.
"No," Ginny said.
There was a long and awkward stretch of silence. Hermione could almost see the look that Draco was probably giving Ginny.
"No?"
"No. This isn't your house and this isn't your room. She doesn't want to talk to you," Ginny replied.
"Ginevra-"
"Look, she'll…"
Ginny looked over her shoulder at Hermione, trailing off before turning back around.
"She'll talk to you later. Not that you deserve it," the younger girl spat.
There was silence from the other side of the door and Hermione found herself quite nervous at what he might do or say. She was surprised when he said:
"Two days. I'm giving her two days. I know that you can hear me, Hermione," he said and then he was gone.
"I'm never speaking to him again. Not if I can help it," Hermione spat as Ginny closed the door.
Ginny gave her a look that perfectly expressed what Hermione's conscience was saying; yeah, right. Hermione rubbed her hands up and down her arms, sitting back down and pulling her feet up onto the bed. She rested her chin on her knees as Ginny came to stand in front of her. The other girl sighed.
"If you have another escape plan, now would be the time to say something," Ginny said.
Hermione scoffed, letting out a humorless chuckle. She sadly shook her head.
"I'd be the biggest idiot in the world to try and escape again so soon," Hermione replied.
"Well…what are you going to do?"
"Right now? Right now, I just want to sleep for about ten years…," Hermione said, laying down.
She thought she heard Ginny sigh, no doubt about to say something before deciding on walking away instead. Hermione closed her eyes, the emotional rollercoaster that was last night taking its toll on her.
"Come on," a voice blew into her ear.
A cold chill blew around her, ruffling her hair and raising goosebumps along her flesh. She opened her eyes and took in the Prefect's bathroom. Hogwarts. It sparkled with cleanliness and was eerily silent.
"Do it…do it," it whispered.
Dazed, she slowly looked down into the large pool sized bath, her feet just at the edge. It was empty, but water slowly began to appear in the bath, the liquid rising up and spilling over onto the floor. She wiggled her toes, tilting her head to the side as she gazed into the water. She stared at her reflection, brown eyes boring into her own, perfect curls cascading around her shoulders.
Another figure suddenly appeared in the refection, behind her. His pale blond hair was the only thing visible as his head dipped, lips brushing along the expanse of her neck. Her eyelids fluttered as he gently ran his fingers up and down her arm, his chest grazing her back.
"Do it," he whispered.
His lips brushed against her ear, her body trembling as he snaked his arms around her, his hands resting on her stomach. She frowned in confusion.
"I don't want to," she suddenly whispered.
His lips attached to her neck, teeth nipping and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
"I want you to," he said against her skin.
"You want me to," she quietly repeated.
"Mm hm."
He unwound his arms from around her, sitting her up straight and Hermione looked down into the water. She lifted one foot and smiled as she dived in, the water immediately engulfing her.
She gasped and her throat immediately filled with water. Hermione flailed in confusion, but she didn't have to wonder for long. Hands suddenly fisted into her shirt, yanking her up and Hermione gasped again. This time, her throat and lungs were filled with air. She coughed as someone sat her into an upright position and she heard the sound of a tap being turned off.
She coughed, struggling to breathe as her hands gripped the side of the tub. The tub? She looked around through blurry eyes, gasping for breath. She recognized this bathroom. It was the bathroom in Ginny and Blaise's room. She coughed again, raking her hands down her face before opening her eyes and being met with the sight of one worried Ginevra Weasley.
"You…you did it again," Ginny whispered.
Hermione took deep breaths as she processed Ginny's words.
"I…I left for no more than ten minutes and I came back and…and I heard the water running and-."
Ginny broke off with a sob, her hands clutching Hermione's shoulders. The distraught girl wrapped her arms around Hermione.
"I'm scared. I'm scared for you, Hermione."
"Ginny-"
"No, we have to get you out of here. I can't lose you," she cried.
Hermione wanted to protest that whatever was happening would blow over eventually. She wanted to tell Ginny that she wasn't going to lose her, but Hermione said none of that. Instead, she pressed her lips together and stayed quiet.
The next two days passed quickly. In fact, the next three days passed quickly. By the fourth day, Hermione fought to not fool herself into thinking that Draco had given up. He'd told her two days, but it had been four and she'd seen no sign of him. She had mostly kept to herself, lost in her thoughts, with the exception of talking to Ginny here and there.
There had only been one other sleepwalking incident and apparently Ginny was able to safely guide Hermione back to bed. Hermione recalled nothing of this though. She had convinced Ginny that this would go away on it's on at some point and they decided to keep this between themselves, not wanting to involve anyone else.
The truth, however, was that Hermione was scared. She didn't want to acknowledge this as an actual problem. What if she was really going crazy? What if Draco had not been there the first time or Ginny the second time? What would have happened to her? What would she have done?
Ginny stayed with her every time she slept though, which she had been doing a lot. Hermione found that she didn't have much energy for pretty much anything and she was more than content to hide out in Ginny and Blaise's room for as long as Ginny would allow her. Of course, that too eventually ran its course.
"Hermione, I think that you should go to the library. You love books and they always take your mind off of things," Ginny had suggested.
Hermione decided to follow that suggestion because it was the truth. If Hermione couldn't ever count on anything else, she could always count on books. They were consistent, a staple in her now hectic life. Going to the library and curling up on one of those couches with a book was something that she could look forward to. Or so she thought…
Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of Draco as soon as she stepped inside. He sat in one of the chairs, silver eyes pinned on her. Hermione turned around as she heard the door close behind her and glared at Blaise as he leaned against the door.
"What is the meaning of this," she demanded.
Blaise sighed.
"The two of you…you have problems. Now, that wasn't always a secret, but it's gone too far. You're not leaving, Hermione until you two come to some sort of compromise. I'm here to make sure that no blood is spilt," Blaise replied.
Hermione swallowed as she put two and two together.
"You and Ginny… She set me up," Hermione whispered.
"She's just worried," he said.
"She told me that there was another incident," came Draco's smooth voice from across the room.
Hermione spun around, eyes blazing as she found herself feeling completely betrayed. Ginny had promised. Draco slowly stood.
"Don't go grabbing your pitchfork just yet. She's concerned…with good reason," Draco said.
"Oh and I suppose that you're concerned too," she spat, walking towards him.
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"No, I guess not. Apparently, worry is only warranted when my life is in danger from hands that aren't yours," she hissed.
Draco's jaw clenched.
"He's going to work on that…right," Blaise hinted at Draco.
Hermione scoffed.
"This is absolutely unbelievable. Draco's never going to change. Why are we even here?"
Blaise heaved another sigh.
"We're here because the two of you almost murdered one another the other night. I can't even begin to think of what would have happened if Ginny and I had not been there…"
"Well, Blaise, maybe you're a bit late to the party, but Draco has a habit of almost murdering me. What's so different now," she demanded, turning to face him.
Blaise's nostrils flared, eyes narrowing as he stepped towards her.
"The difference is that now I'm finally fed up. This is ridiculous. Hermione, you're never going to win. End of story, just accept it. Draco, maybe she'd be more inclined to accept it if you weren't so damn demented. I just want you two to figure something out, so that I can get back to my pregnant girlfriend and not have to worry about her as she sleeps on the other side of this bloody house," Blaise spat.
"Oh, I see. This is really about you and what you want. Never mind the fact that this doesn't concern you. My life is the one that's in danger from him every day. How selfish can you get," she snapped.
"I'm selfish? You treated Ginny like absolute garbage! I am the one who had to hold her as she cried herself to sleep because of you. Why are you even around her now, because you need her emotional support? Where were you when she needed yours," Blaise hissed.
Hermione's face reddened at the truth in his words.
"I acknowledge that I was harsh, but to be honest I don't understand what either one of you expected from me. I'm sorry," Hermione said.
"I told you before and I'll say it again. All she wanted was a little understanding…you…selfish…bitch," Blaise slowly said, repeating the words he had spoken to her that day in her room.
Draco was suddenly shoving past her, pushing Blaise against the library door.
"I warned you that if you ever spoke to her like that again I'd cut out your tongue," Draco hissed.
Blaise shoved him away.
"It's the truth! She hurt Ginny every single time she treated her like she was scum! She's a-"
"I dare you to repeat that. I'm almost begging you to-"
Their quarrel was interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream that suddenly rang throughout the entire mansion. All three of them looked up before it eventually dawned on them.
"Ginny," Hermione whispered.
Blaise was out of the door before any of them and Hermione was right behind him. She was right on his tail as they flew up the stairs and Hermione went to pass him when he stuck his arm out, determined to get to Ginny first. Hermione slapped his arm away, pushing past him and practically sliding into their room, the door banging against the wall as it flew open.
She quickly scanned her eyes around the room and seeing no sign of Ginny, ran into the bathroom. It was large and Hermione didn't see her at first until she saw her small frame huddled on the floor on the other side of the tub. Hermione hurried over to her.
"Ginny, what's-," Hermione cut herself off with a gasp.
She let out a shaky breath as her eyes fully took in the scene before her. Ginny was hysterical, loud hiccup sounding sobs escaping her lips as she rocked back and forth, her bloody hands held up to her face. She was soaked with water and Hermione noted that she had probably just gotten out of the bathtub.
The white towel that was wrapped around her had blood on it and more blood was smeared on the inside of her thighs. Hermione turned around as she heard Blaise's fast approaching footsteps.
"Blaise, don't…," she tried to warn, but it was too late.
He halted at the sight before him, eyes going wide. Draco was right behind him and she motioned for him to get Blaise out of there. Hermione spun back around just as Ginny screamed and the redhead girl leaned over, clutching her stomach.
"Ginny! Ginny-No, let go of me!"
Hermione hesitantly knelt down, running her hand through Ginny's hair as the younger girl writhed on the floor.
"Ginny," Blaise called again.
She heard him arguing with Draco, no doubt trying to get him to let go of him. Ginny screamed again and Hermione brought her head into her lap, closing her eyes as Ginny wrapped her arms around her waist, her cries and screams echoing throughout the bathroom.
I did say that it was going to get worse before it got better. Let me know what you think!