"Hermione, are you okay?"
She looked up, and nodded her head. He was cradling her in his arms, his horribly soft arms. His robes were frayed and torn. It smelled somewhat musty, and he was wearing too much cologne. But there was something terribly dear, and comforting about the situation- about being held at that moment.
"I'm fine Ron."
Harry stepped into the room. "What happened?"
She looked up at him, and shook her head. She was uncomfortably aware of how incredibly stupid she looked at the moment- her legs were splayed on either side of her body. She made a move to get up, jerking her body away from Ron's embrace. Both of them tried to make a move to stop her.
"No, wait, Hermione, stop-"
There was an ugly ripping sound. She cursed under her breath.
"Bloody hell… I liked those… "
"Hermione, let me help you up." Harry said as he moved his arm around her. He crouched down beside her and put his arm around her. She frowned as she leaned against the man she considered her brother, letting him pull her up. He looked down at her. There was concern in his emerald green eyes. Beautiful, emerald green eyes framed with dark eyelashes. The same man who had been her friend and brother since she was 11.
"Thanks Harry,"
Ron grabbed her arm. "Hermione, are you sure you're okay,"
"Ron, I'm fine, " she said. She gave Harry a smile as she disengaged herself from him. She frowned when she tried to take a step. She was aware of the vague sensation of her behind being slightly sore. The blood rushed back to her face as she remembered the events that had transpired. The bastard… She shook her head, and forced herself to flash Ron a smile. "Really.'
She reached into her robes , and pulled out the golden pocket watch. She flipped open the gilded golden top, and gave a gasp when she saw the time. "Look, I have to get ready for my meeting."
She whirled around, and grabbed her handbag, and rushed out of the room.
"H-Hermione"
Se could hear the sound of Ron and Harry calling after her. She rushed down the hallways, and closed her eyes, trying to drown out the sound of her voice. Don't call after me, don't' call after me, she thought, as her heels dug into the plush red carpeted floor of the halls. Left turn, right turn… no.. wait. She frowned as she looked around. No.. something wrong. She opened the first door she saw and stepped out. The cold air caught her by surprise. She blinked twice. She looked around, taking in the surrounding. Darkness…
Her heels clicked on the gray stone floor. There was a muffled sound. She whirled around, and pulled her robe out of her robes, brandishing it in the darkness. It all happened so quickly. There was a crack-the want flew out of her hand, the door slammed shut, and she felt something warm and hard slam her up against the stone wall- in a motion so swift that she only registered the feeling of muscled flesh pressed up against her body, and the cold wall up against her back. He caught her mouth in his own. She gasped as she tried to move free. The soft lips were familiar , the velvety tongue skilled and practiced as it snaked in between her parted lips.
"N-no!" she gasped, as she pushed him away form him, using all of her strength. His muscled chest was an impervious wall of muscled flesh.
"Don't fight it Granger, " he whispered silkily as he trailed kisses down her throat.
"Don't touch me," she hissed, struggling against him. He had her caged between her arms- she was trapped.
He only laughed at her efforts to get away. "False modesty is a tactic that only works with virgins.. " he muttered against the nape of her neck. "And you're hardly a virgin, aren't you Granger? You're my dirty little whore…. "
She bought her knee up hard against into the crook of his legs. She slapped him. The contact of her hand against the smooth flesh of his face left her hand stinging. "Get away from me.."
He moved away from her. She caught a glimpse of the cold hard gleam of his gray eyes, before she whirled around. Damn! Where was the door? Her hands groped at the walls desperately, feeling for the knob. Cold stone met her hands… she heard the sound of a crack. Damn! My wand.. it was a new one too…
The spell hit her back by surprise. Suddenly, she could feel the robes binding around her body. She fell onto the ground. She barely felt the impact of her body slamming into the stone wall. She gasped for breath as pain seared through her body. She could hear the sound of his cold laugh.
"That was for the slap, Granger," he said gently. She could feel the sound of his cold hands gently stroking her chin. She was barely aware of her body being lifted, of him cradling her in his arms.
"Get away from me Malfoy," she snapped.
He dropped a kiss on her forehead. " Don't worry Granger… you'll enjoy this.. I promise you.."