A Warning to My Viewers: This chapter contains a scene of rape and should only be read at your own risk. I will not be held responsible if you become upset when you read this.

Chapter Six: Break Me Again, Baby

The next day, Hermione Granger looked in the fridge for something to have for breakfast and found only some condiments, some juice and jars of jelly.

Hmm… maybe I can have some toast for breakfast…

She walked over to where she usually kept the white bread and only found the empty bag. Sighing in frustration and knowing that she had to go shopping, she jumped in the shower, dressed, and walked out of the apartment, heading down the block to the supermarket.

She fumbled with the money in her pocket and took it out before she quickly counted her money.

$50.00. She could have sworn that she had more than that…

Hermione went up and down the isles and placed things in her cart that she knew she would need, bread, eggs, sugar, coffee, milk… When she got up to the register and started placing the items on the conveyer belt, she suddenly realized that she didn't have enough.

"Oh shit… umm… how much did you say that came to?"

The cashier smiled politely at her and answered, "$55.30."

Hermione groaned in frustration and felt herself coming close to tears as she tried to figure out what she could put back. All the stress and anger that she felt towards Draco seemed to get to her right now as she forced her tears back.

"Hey Granger, need a small loan?"

His voice was recognizable, and calm. He wasn't asking condescendingly, he was asking as a friend.

She looked up at him and nodded. "Please, I'll pay you back."

He gave her a small smirk, handing her a ten dollar bill which she handed to the cashier.

"What are you doing here? By now, I think that you've been stalking me."

She watched as the cashier placed the bags in the cart and gave her the change and the receipt back. Hermione thanked her and handed Draco his change before apparating with all her bags.

When she arrived back at the apartment, she wasn't surprised when she heard his voice again.

"You need more money, darling."

Hermione turned around in her kitchen as she began to unload the groceries. "Why are you stalking me? You're everywhere I go!"

"If it wasn't for me being at that grocery store, you would've had to put the essentials back. I believe that you should be thanking me."

She knew he was right but couldn't bear to admit it. She finished putting all the food and groceries away and turned to Draco. "You're right; thank you, Draco. You didn't have to loan me the money though. I didn't ask you to," she insisted.

"I was being friendly and it was the decent thing to do," He replied with a smile. "I was happy to do it if it meant that you could eat breakfast or any of the other meals of the day."

"So tell me again why you're always there when I look behind me? If you don't quit following me around, I'll call the cops."

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. "The muggle cops, Granger? Are you forgetting that I'm a wizard and I could snap my fingers and be out of the prison cell before they even came back to me to take me to my hearing?"

"Are you forgetting that you're living in the muggle world and you can't use magic in front of muggles?"

He took a bite out of a crisp apple before looking at her. "Details, Granger, details… anyway, I follow you because I know that you don't need to go to some club and dance for your dinner."

"I know how this goes, Draco. You tell me that I'm better than this and yadda yadda yadda…"

Hermione heard all of this before and didn't want to deal with it right now. Not like she had anything better to do but she just didn't have the patience to listen to him. She told herself over and over again that she didn't need his sympathy and he didn't need him to be the hero.

That's all he wants, she told herself. All he wants is the glory and to be able to say that he "rescued" me from this sorrowful life.

"It's true, Hermione. You are better than this and I know your true colors. I remember the bushy-haired Gryffindor who was a know-it-all in school. I know that she was intelligent as all hell and she didn't dream of being an exotic dancer. I know that she didn't want to become what you have. I know that that young woman was better than this!"

Hermione felt herself break when he said this. She couldn't hold back her tears and sadness and anger any longer. She looked at him incredulously and stepped back as warm tears raced down her face.

"STOP IT, DRACO! JUST STOP IT! You don't know her! You don't know me! Stop acting as if we've been friends our whole lives because we haven't! We've hated each other our entire goddamn lives, Draco! Stop acting as if you know me!"

"Calm down, Granger… I'm only telling you the truth. I'm telling you what you already know," Draco said softly.

"What I know is that you're pretending to be my best friend when all you've done is torment me the whole time we were in school! You made my life a living hell! Draco, nothing is best for me and that girl that you knew back in school is dead. Her heart is broken and her soul is dead. I'm not the same girl anymore… please, just leave."

Hermione wiped her eyes and looked at Draco who appeared as if he wanted to say something but then decided against it. He turned around and stopped at the main door.

"Hermione, if you see that girl and she's ever in trouble if I never see her again, tell her that she can find me at my Malfoy Manor. I don't live in the muggle world."

She followed him and then slammed the door behind him. She felt herself become mixed with a thousand emotions, but only a couple that were reasonable. Hermione placed her back against the front of the bed, sitting on the floor and put her face in her hands.

She didn't mean to scare him away. She didn't want him to leave her like this, and she certainly didn't want him even leave at all. All he had done was help her and be nice to her the whole time and all Hermione had done was acted like a stuck up brat to him. She knew that Draco didn't deserve it, he had only done and said what he thought was right.

Suddenly, a banging on the door broke her out of her thoughts. She looked up quickly and slowly walked towards the door.

"W-who is it?"

Two chances. It was either Draco or Liam, neither of which she really wanted to see right now.

"It's Liam, Hermione. Please let me in."

He no longer sounded drunk or angry. He sounded apologetic and upset. Hermione took a deep breath and unlocked the door, slowly opening it to see the Irish male.

He was leaning against the doorframe, his hair messed up and him smelling like a cigarette butt.

"What do you want, Liam?"

She hesitated as she watched Liam's foot find itself inside the door, him pushing the open farther.

"Mind telling me who that fellow was, walking out of our room?"

She sighed, knowing that this would be a long night. "It was just a friend, Liam. We went to school together."

He walked in further, now past the door, Liam shut the door behind him. "You're cheating on me, Hermione! Just admit it! You were pissed that I had hurt you and you wanted to cheat on me in spite!"

Hermione walked backwards until she bumped into the bed. She looked down and then back at Liam. "You're paranoid, Liam. Just calm down…"

She felt a sharp pain around her lip and found herself on the floor. Hermione groaned as tears of pain came running of her eyes and forced herself to sit up.

"Don't tell me what I can and what I can't do! I'll do whatever the hell I want to!"

"Liam, please…"

He grabbed the lamp that was inches away from her and threw it angrily against the wall, causing the glass to smash to a million pieces, some even flying on her. She screamed out as the pieces flew all around the place.

"Please what?! Please stop doing drugs? Please stop drinking? How about you stop? STOP DANCING! Stop showing off your naked body to the whole of London! You think you're so fucking beautiful but you're not! Stop acting as if your shit doesn't stink!"

Hermione crawled away from the lamp towards the door but felt him grab her hair and pull her. Kicking and crying, she grabbed his hands and tried to make him let go as pain shot throughout her scalp but his grip was too tight.

He finally dropped her hard and kicked her ribs, not very hard but hard enough to make her cry out. "You act like you're so fucking perfect! Well I promise that by the time I'm done, you'll be far from it!"

Hermione looked up at him with frightened eyes, fearing what was to come. What was he going to do to her? Why was he acting like this?

"Liam," Hermione looked into his bloodshot eyes. "Please let me go… don't do this to me…"

At that moment, he forced her up on her feet and then backhanded her again and then again until her lip was bleeding. He then punched her and watched as she fell on the floor, scrambling to hide in the corner.

"S-stop… stop it!"

Liam laughed sadistically and picked her up again, throwing her on the bed. When he began to take off his clothes, Hermione knew right away that he was going to rape her. If he would rape her, what else would he do to her? She thought that he loved her…

"Now now, my darling woman… if you just quiet down, it won't take forever. Give me a hard time, and it'll be the worst hour of your life."

Hermione curled her lips in an expression of pure hatred and contempt for him. She had fallen in love with a monster… a sadistic, abusive bastard.

She closed her eyes as his naked body found her and began to rip her clothes off, tearing them off as if they were nothing, just objects that got in the way of his mission. Once he had taken off her panties, flinging them across the room, he thrusted hard into her.

The whole time she laid there, she counted down the seconds and prayed that he would finish as quickly as possibly. Pain shot inside her, making her moan and cry louder. Liam didn't even look at her as he raped her body, treating her as if she was just an object of desire but undeserving of attention or affection.

"You're so ugly I can't bear to look at you, you fat sow…"

Oh Merlin, Merlin please make this end… please…make him stop, make him stop… I can take the pain…

Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed. She pounded on his chest in anger. "STOP! Please… stop this… stop…."

"If you want to dance and act like a whore, then I'll damn well treat you like one…"

He thrusted harder and harder, causing the bed to move faster underneath them. All she could do was cry and she pounded on his chest until she gave in to exhaustion. She cried and laid there as he raped her… raped her body… raped her soul….raped her heart.

After he was finished, he stood up and began to get dressed and looked at her in total disgust and repulsion.

"I don't know what poor bastard would even want to have a night with you. You're fat… and ugly…"

At this point, Hermione had ran out of tears and was now gently whimpering. "Just get out… get the hell out of my apartment!"

Liam threw the bed comforter at her and shook his head. "Cover your filthy body up you slag… no one wants to see you like this. Oh, and by the way, go to the police about tonight's events and I can promise that you won't be alive to see me in court."

Hermione just shook with coldness, fear, anger, and disgust with herself as he slammed the door behind him. She lied in bed for what seemed like ages, not wanting to get up. After about two hours of lying there, she knew that she couldn't stay here alone. What if he came back? She was pretty much screwed then. Hermione was scared shitless…

Where would she go? Who would she stay with? Pavarti Patil was already at the club by now… it was almost past eleven at night. She worked late since it was Tuesday. She worked late every Tuesday. Hermione sighed as she decided to go to the place she least wanted to go.

Realizing that she was standing there naked, she quickly slipped on some underwear, a bra, a pair of navy blue sweatpants, and a long sleeved shirt. She looked at the floor mirror and looked at her reflection. She barely even recognized herself. Her hair was a mess, there was a yellow bruise on her neck, and she had a split lip. Hermione could feel the rest of her bruises underneath her clothes. Her insides hurt and she felt physically exhausted even though she got a good amount of sleep. She looked away from herself and apparated to outside the Malfoy Manor.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to push the doorbell with her finger.