GRAPHIC SELF HARM AND RAPE.
Hermione was thankful when the feast was over, but she wasn't looking forward to for once. However, having seniority in the school and being top of the class, half of her classes were free periods, as opposed to Ron, who had done so poorly throughout the years. She was surprised Ron was even at Hogwarts. Mrs. Weasley must have given him an ultimatum.
Hermione was trying to avoid him, though. After a summer romance gone awry, mostly to her own fault, she got over him and moved on. "Acting like a slut," she reminded herself. She thought back to the summer which she could hardly remember. She thought vaguely of bottles being picked up and gulped down, grinding on strangers, smoking cigarettes, and crying and hurting herself when the buzz wore off and she had no more bottles to down. The summer dragged on yet also felt too rushed.
Around one, she retreated to her dorm. Her last couple of classes were free periods. She fished out a couple bottles of ice cold firewhiskey, a new pack of cigarettes, and her dragon ashtray. She was halfway through her second bottle when Draco came in, absolutely shocked to see Hermione shitfaced on the couch and smoking. She put out her butt and curled up on the couch, ignorant of his presence, until he spoke up. "Are you okay Hermione?" She nodded her head, slurring a statement before going to her room. An hour later, Draco was interrupted from his reading when he heard a knock on the entrance to the common room. He got up and opened the door a crack, sneering when he saw red hair. "What do you want, Weasel?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but Hermione wanted to see me." Draco shrugged and pointed to her door.
Ron walked into her room and shut it tight behind him, twisting the lock into place. "Muffliato." He saw Hermione asleep on her bed and he walked over, trying to rouse her. Then the scent of alcohol hit him. He grinned and climbed on top of her. "Hermione..." he sang out, sliding his hands under her skirt. He pulled her panties down her legs and stuffed them into her mouth and covering her lips with his hand, which woke her up. She saw him and started crying, trying to scream for help. She bit his hand and he slapped her across the cheek, leaving a bright red handprint. "You're a fucking slut," he sneered, "getting piss drunk and fucking anything that moves. Just like you are now. You're going to pay for being such a slut." She started sobbing and he grabbed the nearest vase and threw it at the wall, shattering above the wall. She spit her knickers out of her mouth and started screaming for help. "Shut the fuck up, whore. No one's going to hear you. No one even cares about you." He ripped off her clothes, buttons going flying, and pulled his cock out of his trousers, forcefully putting it into her mouth, and thrusting mercilessly. She bit down and he yelped, punching her in the face. He turned her over onto her stomach and held her down with one hand. He spit on her ass and painfully thrust into her. She screamed out in pain, her throat sore from screaming and sobbing. She thought of a plan and then faked moans. "You're right... I'm a slut. I'm your slut. Please fuck me against my desk and shove my tits against it painfully." She nearly broke her facade by sobbing again, but he grinnee sadistically and pulled her by her hair and pushed her onto her desk, ramming into her. She faked moans and reached for the lamp that was on her desk. She smashed it over his head and ran for her door.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he ran after her and she tripped on her way out the door and hurriedly got up, running straight to Draco's door, banging loudly.
"Help! Help me! Draco, please!" She sobbed.
"I told you no one fucking cares!" Ron screamed out, his fist colliding with her face many times. Draco ran out and tackled Ron, getting on top of him and punching him square in the nose until he bled all over the floor and was rendered unconscious. He sent a patronus to the Headmistress and Hermione muttered her gratitude before running into the bathroom, still sobbing.
She turned on the bath with scalding hot water and got in quickly. She summoned soap and scrubbed all over her body. She kept scrubbing even when the soap was gone, trying desperately to get rid of the filth she felt on herself. Her skin was raw and bleeding in spots. She pulled out a razor and worked expertly to free the blades she picked up one and quickly dragged it across her forearm, pleased with the white skin followed by blood and did it again. Before she realized, her forearm was covered in cuts from her elbow to her wrist and she flipped her arm to the underside, slicing from her forearm down to her wrist, forgetting how delicate the skin was. Her bath was turning red which scared her slightly, considering its mammoth size, but then became submissive to possible death.
Draco was pounding on the bathroom door, worried that she hadn't answered when he asked if she was alright. He had heard sobbing and dangerous silence preceded. He bust into the bathroom and saw her laying there, semi-unconscious and he rushed over, picking her into his arms and murmuring healing spells. He looked through his potions, for a blood replenishing potion. He fed it to her and held onto her on the bloody tiled bathroom floor. He started crying, holding her unconscious form. "Please... don't die on me, Hermione. I... I think I'm starting to love you.."