Chapter Two: Poor Reputation
Draco was close to gagging; his eyes couldn't be peeled away, as one boy after another threw Hermione to the ground after pleasing themselves with her. She'd got it everywhere: front, back, and mouth. Although the one that had gone into the mouth got immediately bit, this followed with her getting a hard punch to the head.
Hermione landed roughly on the ground after the fourth boy had released in her; her face was turned towards Draco. Her eyes were still closed, but as she realized that they weren't picking her up again, she blinked them open. She stared along the ground, straight at Draco. Draco quickly tried to change his expression of sickness, to one of smugness, but it was too late. Hermione had seen in his eyes that he didn't like what was being done to her. Hermione began to crawl, her mouth trying to speak, but it seemed she was too terrified; Draco swallowed as she grew closer to him, inch by inch.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? Sorry sweet pea, but he can only have you after I'm done with you," Boss said.
"NO! HELP! MALFOY, PLEASE! HELP ME!" Hermione begged, tears bursting from her eyes, her hands clawing at the ground as the Boss's hands grabbed her naked form by her ankles, "MALFOY...DRACO! PLEASE, IN THE NAME OF MERLIN, DRACO, HELP ME!"
Draco stared wide eyed as Hermione was dragged back to the Boss, and her intimate place was instantly filled with him. The ear-splitting scream made Draco shudder violently and even more so because it had been his name that Granger had screamed to the air. Draco closed his eyes. He had made his choice, and so he shook his head at her. This was her problem, not his.
"DRACO! MERLIN! HELP ME!"
Twenty minutes later the Boss was done, and all five boys did up their zippers, put on their belts, and smirked to Draco, "She's all yours, now, Mr. Malfoy."
They got rid of the two walls, and left, howling with laughter. Draco got up quickly and left the alley; he didn't even look back once.
As Draco approached the main stretch of road in Diagon Ally, he glanced at his watch: it was quarter after six! His whole day had been wasted by that damn stupid mudblood Gryffindor.
Draco spent the next two hours of the day grabbing a quick dinner, and getting the last few things on his school list. His mind never swayed to the events that had happened earlier.
At eight-thirty Draco headed to the Leaky Cauldron where Blaise and Pansy were meeting him at nine, so they could spend a few days hanging out before they had to head to school.
Of course, Pansy and Blaise were already there, sitting at the bar each with a butterbeer, "Hey guys."
"Oh, Drakie!" Pansy's shrilled voice rang out making the few people who were in the bar jump and look around.
Draco sat down in the empty stool between his best friend, and his girlfriend, "Tom, a butterbeer for me."
"Yes sir, Mister Malfoy," Tom nodded and immediately set a butterbeer before Draco. As he walked away, however, he stubbed his toe on something Draco couldn't see.
"What a clumsy old man," Pansy laughed; Draco frowned a little, since he didn't mind Tom that much, "Anyway, Drakie-poo, have you got all your school things?"
"Yeah, I finished that all today," Draco answered, "What about you two?"
They both shrugged, which meant that their parents were doing their shopping. Draco sighed inwardly at how lazy, and dependant, his friends were.
"So, this means we have the next three days all to ourselves to hang out," Blaise laughed, and then grinned as he added, "and cause some trouble."
Draco, Pansy, and Blaise, laughed and chatted about all the things they could do while they waited for school to start. It was nearly eleven-thirty when they were distracted from their conversation.
"Ah, Minister, you came in person!" Tom suddenly spoke, "No wonder it took so long for a response!"
Draco looked around, and so did Pansy and Blaise. They found Tom by the door greeting a balding man in a pin stripe cloak, the Minister of Magic. Behind him was a group of about ten wizards. Draco spotted red hair; it seemed that the Head Weasel was here.
"I apologize; I was gathering a group of searchers. You say a girl went missing? And it was a friend of Mister Potter's?" Fudge looked at Tom who shook his head, yes.
Draco swivelled back around to his half empty butterbeer bottle, took a swig trying not to listen to the Minister anymore, but he couldn't drown it out.
"She was supposed to arrive at our home in the afternoon, around three, but she never came," Mr. Weasley said pushing to the front of the pack, "And she is the last person in the world who would do such a thing."
"And it's been raining off and on for the last hour or more," a distraught looking Mrs. Weasley said as she joined her husband at the front of the crowd, "She could catch a terrible cold if she isn't inside someplace."
"Well, hopefully, that's what she thought of and stepped into a shop or something until the rain stopped," Fudge spoke in encouragement.
"But, she still should have been back by now; Diagon Alley isn't that big." Arthur Weasley spoke up,
"Plus, the rain has been off enough that she should've been able to get back from anywhere by, now."
The Fudge nodded curtly at him, "I see, alright, then let's go, we must search all over Diagon Alley, and even the streets of Knockturn Alley, too. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Kanuff, Mr. Shacklebott, and two of our volunteer citizens...Mr. Diggory, and Mr. Thomas, you will go and search through Diagon Alley, while the rest of you will search through Knockturn Alley. I shall join you shortly after I question everyone here."
Pansy nudged Draco, and whispered, "Then let's get out of here, I don't want to have to answer a bunch of stupid questions."
Draco nodded, and he motioned to Blaise to head for the door with the crowd of searchers, so they wouldn't be spotted.
Of course, it didn't go as planned, Fudge spotted them, "Oh, Mister Malfoy!"
Draco inwardly groaned, as he slowly turned to the Minister, "Oh, hello Minister. Um, how are you?"
"Very good, Mister Malfoy, very good," Fudge said in a delighted voice, but then the tone saddened, "Except for one little problem: one of your schoolmates seems to have disappeared on us."
Blaise, being much better at acting than Draco, spoke up, "Oh, really, that's horrible, Minister. Who was it?"
"A Miss Hermione Granger," Fudge informed the three students, "Do you know her at all? I believe she's in your year."
Blaise shook his head, "I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of meeting her, might of seen her in the corridors...but if I have I wouldn't of known a name."
"Oh, well, what about you two? Do either of you two know her?" Fudge asked, looking between Pansy and Malfoy.
Malfoy uncomfortably shrugged his shoulders, "Um, well, a little, yeah, she's in a few classes of ours."
Fudge smiled and clapped his hands together, beaming at them, "Excellent! You know what she looks like, then! In that case, I'm afraid I'm going to impose on you three to look around for her, since it seems you were on your way out anyway. Please keep a wide eye open for her, hmm, Mister Malfoy? Can I count on you?"
Draco swallowed. The Minister was being quite irritating, but he had to look good, otherwise his father wouldn't be happy, even if he was being asked to help find a bloody mudblood.
"Of course, Minister, we'll keep it in mind."
Fudge nodded, and then waved goodbye to them, and went to question an elderly lady sitting at the large table in the middle of the room.
Draco, Blaise, and Pansy made a quick getaway out into Diagon Alley, and Pansy instantly whined, "What a stupid old man! Yeah, we'll keep an eye out for her, HA! Yeah right, we're not his bloody lap dogs!"
Draco grumbled, "You might not be, but thanks to my father being so close to the minister, it means that I'm one."
Pansy threw her arms around Draco's shoulders, "Oh Draco, that's right! I feel so sorry for you."
"Yeah, same here mate," Blaise said, clapping Draco on the shoulder.
"Anyway, come on," Draco said, pulling away from Pansy, and walking off down the night veiled street of Diagon Alley, as a cold wind blew around them.
Pansy zipped up her fitted branded jacket, and then glanced at Draco, "Drakie, you should've gone to grab your jacket or something. Don't you ever use the one I got you?"
"Yeah," Draco said. He looked down at himself, "I'm wear...ing...oh no..."
"What's wrong, mate?" Blaise asked.
"My jacket, I took it off earlier, and I put it down somewhere," Draco said, as he felt his torso, and glanced around.
Blaise shrugged it off, "Oh well, mate, I never liked that jacket anyway. I didn't think it was your style, it was blue. You're more of a silver and black guy, I think."
"But the blue matched his eyes so perfectly, that's why I got it for him!" Pansy spoke in a whine, "Draco, you have to go find it! That was the only one left when I got it, so I can't go getting you another!"
Draco sighed; he knew where he had left it, back with Granger's beaten and raped body. Draco decided he didn't like the jacket enough to go back there, especially with the Minister on the hunt for her.
"I have other coats, Pansy, besides I can't remember where I left it." Draco said, the minister will find it, and it has my name in it, so the Minister will know to return it to me.
Draco was suddenly confused. He had a feeling he should go get his jacket, but he didn't know why. Then, it hit him. If the Minister found his jacket laying in the same alley way as a beaten and raped Granger, they were only going to have one suspect. Him!
"Actually, I think I remember where I left it. I'll meet you back at the Leaky Cauldron later!" Draco shouted as he ran off, hoping to Merlin that he got to his jacket before the searchers did.
Draco could see up ahead where the wall was cut with the alley. He didn't see the searchers, or anyone else around. This was a bit of an unpopular part of Diagon Alley.
Draco suddenly was less nervous. Granger probably wasn't even still there; it had been a little more than five hours since he'd left her in the alleyway. She probably had laid there for a while, sure, but had left when it had started raining. Then, for the third time that day, the line that had been screamed to him by his friends that had gone though similar experiences echoed in his mind.
Not even a fucking filthy mudblood should ever have to go through that!
Draco, in the very slightest, felt a little sympathy for the mudblood he despised. He sighed as the tiny conscience that he had for his friends, found a loophole and was making him feel a little obliged to help Granger.
Draco reached the Alley and turned into it, thinking, she's not even fucking here!
Draco froze, as his eyes gazed upon an identical scene to the one he had left earlier. It was like the time in the alleyway had stopped. The only thing new in the alley were the puddles spotted across the ground, and Granger's movements of violent shivers.
Draco walked towards the girl, suddenly forgetting about his jacket, "Granger?"
No response.
Draco looked at Granger with a disgusted look on his face, as he contemplated whether or not he should give her a little nudge, "Damn it, Granger, don't make me have to touch you!"
Hermione shrivelled up into an even tinier ball then she was already in, and Draco could just hear her whispers, "Merlin, no, please, don't."
Draco sighed. She had misunderstood him, "No, no, jeez, I, Draco Malfoy, wouldn't touch you with a fifty foot wand! Come on, you need to get out of this alley, before I'm accused of doing all this shit!"
Draco jumped a little as Hermione suddenly began manoeuvring herself, and got to her knees. Draco averted his gaze from the blood stained, innocence stripped, and badly bruised naked girl. He jumped again when he felt a tug on the front of his robe.
"What the fuck, Granger!" Draco shouted as Hermione rammed her face into his stomach, her arms flying around his waist, and she broke into complete tears, "Oi! GET THE FUCK OFF, GRANGER!"
Of course, she didn't listen; she actually seemed to find comfort in the fact that he was repulsed by her contact with him. It didn't take long for Draco to clue in. Of course, she was just raped, so of course she was going to cling to whoever was the first to come along that in no way wanted to fuck her.
Draco's mind, yet again, swam with the words of his friends, but different words than before. In fact it was a fair portion of the entire conversation.
"Draco, you know, I'm surprised that it's so easy to talk to you about this," the girl spoke, as she sniffed the last of her tears away.
Draco laid back on the dark green leather sofa of the Slytherin common room, "I don't know why distraught people seem to be drawn to me."
The girl actually cracked a smile, "Well, I sure am grateful to you, Draco. I hope you'll help all the others who come seeking your help."
"Not bloody likely," Draco huffed. The girl stared.
"You wouldn't help a girl if she came to you with this kind of problem?"
"I helped you because you're my friend," Draco said, "Everyone else can kiss my arse...well, except the mudbloods, the filthy animals."
The girl was suddenly fuming, "Draco, not even a fucking filthy mudblood should ever have to go through that!"
Draco sat up, staring at the girl, "Come on, now, let's not get carried away."
The girl shook her head, "No, Draco, it's a horrific experience, too much for even a mudblood to have to go through."
Draco looked at the girl questionably, then shook his head to clear the confusion, and laid back down on the couch, "Whatever."
However, the girl wasn't done. She went over to Draco and glared down at him, "Draco if you are ever asked for help, and I don't care if it's a Slytherin or Gryffindor, a mudblood or pureblood, don't you dare turn them away! If you do, and I ever find out, I will have every girl in this school hating you so much you'll no longer be the Prince of Slytherin, but the Scum of Slytherin, and all I have to say to that is, 'POOR SLYTHERIN'!"
The girl had then stomped away in tears.
Draco was pulled back into reality, as he glanced down at Granger, and then away. Well, she hasn't asked for my help, so, I'm not breaking my promise...that I never agreed to in the first place.
"Help me...please...Merlin...help me..." Hermione whimpered.
Shit, Draco swore in his mind, but she didn't ask me directly, she asked Merlin, so he should be the one to help her, not me!
"Please...Malfoy...Draco...help me..." Hermione cried; Draco glared at her.
Draco sighed, and I say, 'my poor reputation'.