Chapter Three.

To Hermione's relief, everyone let go of her immediately. Her shirt was undone and to be honest, she looked terrible. She eyed Draco in surprise. He was standing, his hands in fists at his sides, face: filled with rage, and everyone in Slytherin was staring at him in shock. Suddenly Hermione collapsed to the floor looking over at Harry who had finally managed to free himself from Ron and was standing in a similar position to Draco. He stood there, breathing heavily, unable to move. Draco was the first to break the silence.

"Nobody touch her! NOBODY!"

Malfoy ran towards her, eyes filled with pity and immense guilt. Every head followed his body until he stopped before her feeble form, her eyes staring up at him behind a mess of brown hair. He pulled his robe off from around his shoulders and wrapped it around her. Then he extended his arm offering her his open hand. She contemplated the reliability of his action before tentatively taking his hand. There was a small zap of electricity and he jumped slightly; surprised that she had trusted him. He pulled her up and she gasped silently as his left arm wrapped around the back of her shoulders, pulling her to him. Then he whispered quietly so that only she could hear.

"Hermione I am so sorry. Please forgive me."

Then he gave her back a small rub and let go. She stumbled a bit before reclaiming her composure. Before Draco knew what was happening her open palm had connected with his pale cheek, hard. The slap echoed across the whole room and everyone was dead silent. Then, turning on her heel, she ran from the room.

She ran as fast as possible, up three flights of stairs, praying that no one would follow her. Not even Harry, even though she so desperately needed a friend. What had just happened? What the fuck did she do to deserve that? She paused and looked around, she had three options: One, the Gryffindor Common Room. Two, the Room of Requirement. Or Three, Hogwart's Library. Well option one was definitely out of the question, option two was appealing but it was option three that dinged in Hermione's head. Hell, even if she never came out of there, she could at least read. Spoken like a true bookworm. Wiping away stray tears she stopped at the glass doors she knew all too well. She walked inside, closing the door behind her and walked over to her hideaway. Completely surrounded by tall shelves of books and a small window, she sunk to the ground. Her hand still tingling.

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Draco was frozen: hand on his tingling cheek, staring out the doors through which Hermione had fled. When she took his hand he had felt electricity. Yes, he was certain. He had not expected her to slap him though. Of course he really did deserve it. Wait, no he didn't. He had not told Pansy to kiss Hermione and completely violate her body. Well, maybe he did ask Pansy to hook up with her, but he never wanted her to practically rape her. And now he was regretful because despite her know-it-all attitude, he thought Hermione was attractive; and now he had totally fucked up any chance of them even being friends, let alone anything more. Ha! Like he ever had a chance in the first place.

Christ! What have I done? He thought. It was only meant to be a joke. I never meant for it to go that far. Guilt swept through Draco's head as he ran a smooth hand through his blond hair. He remembered Hermione's chocolate brown eyes: had she intended to look at him? Her eyes had pleaded with him, not Potter, begging him to stop the torture right? He had failed her and almost kicked himself for making her feel the way she did now. She was probably wandering the corridors, alone, crying her eyes out. In pain, he looked back at Pansy who was curtsying and stripping naked for the remaining seventh years, licking her lips seductively at them all and grabbing her bare tits, massaging them for all to see. Ugh!

Pansy dramatically walked over to Draco, her naked, sweaty body swaying to keep the attention. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed her body against him and captured his lips in a kiss, grinding her pussy against his clothed dick, wetting it with her flowing juices.

"Doesn't taste bad for a mudblood virgin, does she? Hell, look at me, she got me wet"

He stood there, arms by his sides, disgusted. He looked around at the rest of the seventh years. They were all vile, all of them. He looked over at Blaise who smirked at him and nodded. An approval: that was the last fucking thing Draco wanted. There were whistles as Pansy sexually unmounted Draco and felt all over his body. She pulled Draco's head down to her cleavage and arched her back, allowing her head to fall back.

"Oh! Draco! I want you! I want you inside me! Make me scream, baby! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!"

She reached down and unzipped Draco's pants, trying to grab his legendary cock and closed her eyes. She was still verbally orgasming when Draco shoved her off of him, making her fall to the ground. He wiped his mouth, cleaned the juices off his pants with a spell, zipped them back up and stormed out of the room, leaving the remaining seventh years with their lower jaws on the floor.