Drowning in Spite

Summery: The summer of fifth year—the days of developing, growing and adventure of the teenage experience. But what happens when your innocence is abruptly taken from you? With no heart, no conscious and absolutely no one to hear your cries—what are you to do? Draco Malfoy finds out the hard way, after being introduced to the most secretive Malfoy tradition ever known. And the only person there to hold his bleeding heart is the last person he could ever want to see. Come; read this story as all the characters go through riveting experiences concerning the coming of age, sexual preference/exploration and the meaning of life.

Disclaimer: Sorry, but I don't own any of the characters.

Warning: This is a very Dark fic. Please DO NOT READ if you are offended by ANY of this.

A/N: Okay, so they're more mature this year. The story is a little lighter from here on out, Draco's father isn't around, and Hermione seems to be fitting into her own skin comfortably now. This story is off to a smashing bang!

Chapter Seven: Karma and Romance

I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do

Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bed-shaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

Ooh
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

-Keane

"I can't believe it, I really can't."

Hermione sat at The Three Broomsticks with Harry and Ron facing her from the opposite side of the booth. They were able to visit Hogsmeade before the scheduled dates for their Seventh Year Privilege. Ron and Harry both had large grins on their faces as Harry slid a thick piece of parchment towards her.

"C'mon Hermione! Imagine all the fun you'll have here. You'll learn how to mix amazing drinks!" Ron encouraged, pulling out a long quill and handing it to her.

"RON! Mixing drinks and promoting the use of alcohol is wrong…" Hermione growled. Ron's grin faltered.

"Mione, all that Ron is trying to say is that by working here, you'll have some fun, you'll meet new people, and it'll be smashing."

"I can't believe it," she repeated, looking down at the parchment and taking the quill from Ron. She began to fill it out as Ron and Harry cheered her on.

Hermione brushed her hair in front of her mirror later that night, preparing to go down to the sitting room and read. She was wearing her flannel pajamas, and wanted to be comfortable for her favorite muggle book: The Other Boleyn Girl. She sometimes imagined herself as Mary Boleyn, stuck in the middle of the life as a commoner or to submit to the life of winning at loyalty and favorites for the king. She stood from her seat and left her dorm, creeping down the stairs as quietly as she could in order to not wake up Malfoy.

She made it, and found her favorite spot on the rug. She snuggled on the plush rug and cracked open her thick paged book.

"No need to subject to animal behavior Granger when I'm around, I'm not that evil—or…maybe I am."

Hermione jumped and turned to see Draco staring down at her, his face upturned in a disgusted expression, his well-shaped eyebrows crooked.

"Leave me alone Malfoy, I'm just trying to read."

"Are you now? Maybe you should move to the reading room and not the sitting room."

"This is my tower too. If you don't like it, give up your position as Head Boy now and go shove a broom up your arse…" Hermione mumbled, turning back to lay on her stomach to reopen her book. She never made it to opening the book, Draco had pulled her by her hair.

She screamed, feeling herself being lifted from the ground by her soft curls. He jerked her around to face him.

"Are you going to stick your broom in me Granger? Granted that you're actually a bloke under all your…accessories," He whispered, taking one hand to slap her across the cheek. She cried out in anger as he did so. Draco pushed her back down, making an annoyed noise as she scrambled back onto her knees. Before Draco could open his mouth for an insult, she had lunged at him, knocking him flat on his back. She crawled on top of him, both legs on either side of his body, and yanked him towards her face by his blue tee shirt.

"If you ever…ever touch me again like that, I'll personally cut your balls off and feed them to you."

"Granger…Granger…you can count on me not touching you…" Draco said his voice cracking as she tightened her grip.

Hermione had never been in such a situation. She was overpowering Malfoy; she had him shaking in her hands, regretting ever touching her. She wanted to feel powerful, and know that by right, she was the better being, the better person. She would never take advantage of someone, or try to ruin their life. She would know that successfully, she had turned Malfoy away from any of his future bullshit attempts at making her miserable in the future. She had him; she had him right where she wanted him.

She brought her lips crashing down on his, her kiss hot and excited. Draco, shocked by the invasion, did everything he could to push her off, but she had firmly positioned her weight on his hips, and she was now arousing him greatly.

And to feel even more shocked, Draco realized that a girl, a girl was arousing him, his first experience. He had always been the one fucked.

He opened his mouth, wanting to taste her and he did,

She tasted like sweet apples. She shivered as he slipped his hands up her shirt. She could feel his erection pressing against her entrance and she grinded down on him, giving him a preview. Obvious to her teasing, he growled in the back of his mouth, and thrust his fingers into her hair. She grinded down harder this time, enjoying what it was doing to him. He whimpered.

Draco Malfoy whimpered!

She did it again, and this time he cried out, a sharp and pathetic cry. Hermione sat straight up, breaking away from his kisses and looked down at him. It was then, when she realized she had just been making out with Malfoy. She looked down at him, his cheeks red and his erection was still there, pressing against him. Hermione screamed, standing above him. She removed herself, lifting her foot and slammed it down on to his private area.

Draco howled with pain, covering his crotch. She went to grab her book from the floor, and made a dash for the stairs.

"YOU BLOODY BITCH!" He cried again in pain, "I'LL GET YOU BACK!" Draco yelled. Hermione sat at the top of the stairs, peering down at Draco's form, tears streaming down his red cheeks.

"She's so anal…I can't stand her…"

"This coming from you m'lord…I find it highly hypocritical!"

Draco growled in frustration, "You're here to give me advice, not harass me!"

"But m'lord…I am but a journal and I tell you the truth."

Draco closed his enchanted Dragon-skin journal his Aunt Bellatrix gave him for his birthday. He was having problems with putting his thoughts anywhere but in his fist, so he decided to take up writing in his gift. He could hardly move around on his bed, his balls hurting, still. He could hear music coming from Grangers room through the bathroom, and he could imagine her slowly dancing to the music. He pounded his fist on his bedside table; he knew she should pay for humiliating him…

The music suddenly lowered in volume, and Draco strained to hear the muffled knocking on her bedroom door.

Draco didn't wager on sticking his head out of his dorm to fancy a look at who was knocking, in risk of being seen. Instead, he stood and cracked the bathroom door open to hear a little better.

"Blaise? What are you doing here? How'd you get the password to come into the Tower?"

Draco inwardly cursed himself.

"Well of course Draco, Mione."

"Please…please, don't call me that," she requested firmly. Draco heard her gasped. "Let go of me! Now…Blaise…no…please…" Draco heard heavy breathing and Hermione's muffled throaty noises. They were kissing.

"Blaise…I can't…I JUST CAN'T! NOT AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" Hermione screamed. Draco heard someone stumble backwards, and a shuffle of feet, assuming there was a struggle brewing. "YOU HURT ME! YOU TOOK AWAY SOMETHING I HELD DEARLY!" Hermione cried. "What are you doing?" She said. Draco heard her body slam against the wall, and a shattering noise, as if a picture fell. She was crying now.

"I didn't do anything you didn't want to do."

"You got me drunk Blaise, and you forced me to have sex with you on a FUCKING balcony."

"You found that bottle, not me. You wanted to have fun, and I showed you a good time. Maybe it was too much for you, maybe your good girl instincts didn't kick in like usual! You're all teasing Hermione, and never play. I'd rather have my hand up your skirt than your mouth running off—"

Draco heard a slap, and again, she was thrown against the wall.

"You never wanted me…you never loved me…I chased you around for ages, and you wouldn't open up for me! You know how many girls I turned down for you? Do you? DO YOU?" Draco heard Hermione scream, pleading. Blaise swore and a ripping noise emitted from her room. He heard her struggle against him.

"NO!"

"You stupid bitch!"

Draco threw open the bathroom door, and then magically unlocked Hermione's door.

Hermione's shirt was torn, and her pajama pants lay forgotten at her feet, her knickers were pulled to the side, where Draco could see red finger nail scratches from Blaise. He saw Blaise's pants and boxers around his ankles and Hermione's hands were bound above her head, and her feet dangled from the floor. Her lip was bleeding, and Draco could see thin marks around her neck from his hands. Blaise had one hand wrapped tightly around his wand, and the other had her pressed against the wall to stop her from kicking. She wiggled in pain, her arms stretched.

"What are you doing Draco? Get the fuck out of here…"

"No Blaise! What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't rape the mudblood!" Draco said wildly. He went over to her and pulled out his wand, releasing her from her restraints. Blaise was pulling up his pants.

"Fuck you Draco! I'll do what I want," Blaise grabbed Hermione by the hair and threw her onto the bed. Draco moved to stop him, but Blaise swiftly punched him across the face, making him fall back. Blaise was now on top of her, wrestling with her as she tried to scratch at him.

"STOP IT! STOP!" Hermione screamed, slapping Blaise repeatedly, his hair fell into his face, and he placed his mouth over hers to silent her, and he eagerly pushed inside of her. She screamed against his lips.

Draco jumped on top of Blaise, pulling him off of her. Hermione scrambled up to her headboard, covering her naked body with her quilt. Draco got on top of Blaise and punched him across the face. He continued to punch him in his face, until his knuckles were covered in blood.

"You bloody arse! How could you do that? How could you?" Draco screamed, wrapping his fingers tightly around his neck.

"Draco, no…" Hermione whispered, "You'll kill him…" Hermione collapsed against her headboard. Draco stopped chocking him, and stood from off of him.

"Get out of here…just…go." Draco said sadly. Blaise jumped up, holding his bloody nose, and left Hermione's dorm, and finally, he heard Blaise slam the portrait door closed. Draco then turned around to see Hermione shivering against her headboard, blood running down the corner of her lip to her chin. She was crying silently.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, and then stopped, knowing how stupid that came out. She lifted her eyes to his.

"He's gone?"

"Yeah."

She sighed and wiped away her tears quickly, and pointed at her pajama pants. He quickly turned to retrieve it and handed it to her. He turned his back to her, as she slipped her pants on. Draco was uncomfortable as he heard her sniff tears up her nose. He looked over his shoulder to see her rub her arms, as if trying to warm her self.

"I'll leave, okay?" Draco asked. She nodded and he left without her thanks.

Draco went to his bed, sliding under his covers and turning off his bedside lamp. He couldn't get her face off of his mind. All he could see was her tear stained face, and the pain plainly expressed on her face.

Draco couldn't help but remember his own torment. He couldn't help but think of his father hurting him, and he couldn't help thinking about Jon. All he wanted was someone to save him, like he had tried to save Granger. He might have thought about saving her earlier as preposterous, but he could feel the pain she felt, and he knew it would hurt.

He felt something move on the opposite of his bed and he turned to see Granger crawling into his bed.

"What the bloody hell are you doing Granger?" Draco whispered. She shook her head and crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his chest and placing her head on his chest. He stiffened against her but he relaxed, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. She cried into his chest for a while until she fell asleep. Draco stroked her hair soothingly as she slept.

Eyes wide open
Naked as we came
One will spread our
Ashes round the yard
The next morning, Hermione awoke to find her self alone in a giant bed. Green sheets covered her pale form as a foggy sun peered through the drapes of the bed. She touched the other side of the bed, finding it warm. He had just risen. Suddenly, she heard a shallow intake of breath, and then a noise almost similar to sniffing.

Quietly, Hermione crept to Draco's side of the bed and peeked through the drapes, although making sure he didn't see her.

The sight drained all the blood from her body.

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