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Hermione kicked and punched to the best of her ability as Harry kissed her, his hands exploring every inch of her body. Harry had always been her best friend, and here he was, taking advantage of her. She felt tears pour down her face as his hands reached up her shirt. She hoped that he would realize what he was doing and stop. He did realize what he was doing, he didn't, however, stop. He looked up at her and smirked, "This is very difficult with this in the way, "he tugged on her shirt a bit, "I should fix that." He then tore her shirt off of her and tossed it aside. She was now standing there in the middle of the dungeons, crying and screaming, with nothing on but a lacy bra and the short shorts she usually wore under her robes. She tried desperately to cover herself up, but to no affect. He yanked her arms away from her body and held them above her head. He kissed her hungrily once more and then moved and began sucking on her neck. Hermione knew that would leave a mark and had no idea how she would explain it to Draco. She tried kneeing him several times and after getting one successful hit, he doubled over. She made a break for it but only landed herself in a worse position than before. Just seconds before, Harry had her pinned against the wall and now, he had tackled her from behind and was straddling her in the middle of the corridor. She knew that she had gotten herself into real trouble now. Harry flipped her over and straddled her in a way where her hands were pinned under her body. She had no way out. Her whole body ached from his roughness and her lip was bleeding profusely from the multiple times he had bitten her. She gave up on fighting him and just resorted to screaming.
"HELP ME! ANYONE! PLEASE!! HELP ME!!!" Harry's eyes widened when she started shouting and he quickly covered her mouth only to pull his hand quickly away when she bit him hard. "Listen Granger, you can keep this up or you can just give in. I don't have to be the only one participating here. This could be much more enjoyable for you, ya know." Hermione's fear and sadness faded ask quickly as it had come and was replaced by startling rage. She glared at him, "I would rather die a thousand deaths than give myself to you, you pathetic excuse for a wizard!" She then mustered all the courage she could and spit right in Harry's face. Harry's eyes flashed dangerously and she knew that was a mistake. But she didn't regret it at all, nor would she take it back. Harry punched her hard in the face, causing a small cut to form and her cheek to begin to bleed. She cried out in pain. Harry once again went back to feeling her up, and kissing every available part of her body. She was squirming underneath his weight, trying to escape. His weight was actually making it hard for her to breath. He was sitting right on her stomach. Suddenly, she felt his weight vanish from her body. She inhaled her breath sharply and began to breathe in short sharp spurts. She was crying uncontrollably and shaking, both from fear, and from the fact that she was in the already cold dungeons wearing nothing but shorts and a bra. She looked up and saw Harry pinned to the wall, terror visible in his eyes. And pinning him to the wall was none other than Professor Severus Snape, his wand jammed to Harry's throat. "Just what do you think you're doing Mr. Potter?" He hissed. Harry didn't speak. Hermione shifted herself into a sitting position and moved against the wall. She was hugging herself tightly, watching what was happening. When Harry didn't respond, Snape ripped him from the wall and through him to the ground. He glared down at Harry and spoke, "And I thought your father was the arrogant one. Clearly, I was wrong. Your father would often attack others to show off, yes, but never would he do this to one of his best friends. Your parents would be ashamed of you...and I thought you could sink no lower..." He stooped down and grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him hard sending him flying down the hallways. "Get out of my sight, or the nickname The-Boy-Who-Lived will no longer describe you." Harry sent one last glare in Snape's direction and a wink in Hermione's before sprinting off down the hallway. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and tried her very best to block out what had just happened to her. She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged herself, tears pouring down her bleeding face. She sat there for a moment before she felt something warm around her. She opened her eyes and saw there was a cloak around her shoulders. She looked up and saw Snape standing above her...cloakless. She was a little startled by his kind gesture but gratefully accepted it. She pulled the cloak more comfortably around her shoulders and curled up in a ball on the floor.
She tried hard to regulate her breathing but soon found it impossible. She was still cold and was terrified beyond all reason. She was feeling a little better now, obviously, because it was all over. But, she still was nowhere near grasping what had just happened to her. She was lost in her thoughts when an unusually soft voice pulled her away from them. "Miss Granger?" She looked up. Snape was kneeling next to her, his face surprisingly soft, with an unmasked look of concern clouding his eyes. She looked down at herself and pulled the cloak closer to her. "Are you alright?"
She glanced back at him and responded meekly, "...No." She then broke down once more, crying. "Miss Granger I'd like to take you to the hospital wing." Her cries softened a bit and she nodded weakly. She pulled herself to her knees and began to struggle to get to her feet. Her body was weak and sore from struggling. She felt an arm go around her waist and help her to her feet. She looked over and saw Snape standing next to her, supporting her while she tried to walk. She was taken aback by his kindness but soon got over it and accepted his help. She leaned on him a bit and started to limp towards the stairs out of the dungeon. They continued to walk on in silence before Snape broke it. "Oh dear," he said vaguely. She looked up at him and saw him looking straight forward and followed his gaze...to the stairs. There were at least two flights of steps going up and out of the dungeons. "Do you think you can make it?" She looked up the steps.
"Yes, I think I'll be able to do it." She started to walk up the steps, still leaning on her potions master. Near the top of the first flight she stepped on a step wrong and fell, twisting her ankle badly on the way down. She screamed pain and started falling. She was just about to hit the ground when she felt Snape's arms catch her. "Are you alright?"
"Yes...yes I'm fine." She went to stand again but as soon as weight was put on her now twisted right ankle, a searing pain shot up her leg, causing her to shout out and fall once more. "Ok, obviously I'm not." She said, laughing nervously. He smirked at her and replied, "Look Miss Granger, you clearly need help up the steps. I plan on helping you, but this stays between us, is that clear?" Hermione smiled at Snape, something she thought she'd never do, and then nodded, "Crystal." He then put his arm around his shoulder and scooped her off the ground with ease. He carried her up the remaining flights of stairs and down the corridor towards the hospital wing, mentally praying that they wouldn't run into any students. He reached the large double doors and kicked them open with his foot. Inside, Hermione saw Draco sitting on the edge of his bed, talking to none other than Ron Weasley. They looked they were having a civil conversation too. They were talking to each other, with a smile or a nod somewhere in between. She even saw Draco laugh. Snape took a few steps forward and cleared his throat loudly. Draco turned his head towards him and his smile immediately faded and was replaced but a frown. Ron stood up and ran towards them. Snape set Hermione on the ground and she collapsed into Ron's arms. As she hugged her best friend, all the memories came flooding back and she fell into another wave of tears. Ron held her and rubbed her back, whispering in her ear, telling her everything would be ok. "What happened, Mione?" He asked her lightly. She pulled back and looked at him. She opened her mouth to speak and immediately closed it again. She turned around and looked at Snape, who was standing in the doorway, his usual blank expression once again upon his face. "S-sir," she said weakly, "can you tell them?" His face softened again, "Of course Miss Granger." Hermione limped over to Draco, with the help of Ron, and sat next to him. Draco looked at her and felt his blood boil. Someone had done this to her. Here she was, in Snape's cloak, with a bleeding lip, and bruise on her cheek with a small bloody cut in the middle of it. The cloak fell open a bit and what he saw angered him even more. She was only wearing a bra and had bruises on her body and a fresh hickey on her neck. "Who did this to you?" He asked in a dangerous whisper.
"If I may, Mr. Malfoy, this, "he gestured to Hermione, "is the work of one Mr. Harry Potter." Ron's eyes widened and he stood up. "WHAT!?"
"Now, now, Mr. Weasley, calm down. Let me tell you what I saw." He then recalled his experience of going out to look for Hermione. He explained that he had been expecting her at 8 and it was 8:15 and she hadn't shown up. He knew she was never late for classes so he decided to go out looking for her. He took the path he knew she'd take to come down and heard screams. He turned down a dark corridor and saw two figures against the wall. One pinning the other. The pinned one seemed to be struggling. He saw the smaller of the two people knee the latter and start to run. It was when the larger of the two tackled the other that he decided to take action. As he got closer, the two people came into view. Hermione and Harry. He said that he was surprised to see them doing this when he knew very well that something was going on with Draco and Hermione. Apparently all the professors knew about it. When he saw Hermione's bleeding, tear streaked face; he knew immediately what was happening. He explained how he had threatened Harry and Hermione was not at all surprised to see a smirk form on Draco's face. She was surprised, however, when Ron snorted and started laughing and tried his hardest to cover his laughs with a cough. Hermione had to smile at this. How she loved this kid. He was her best friend and she didn't know what she'd do without him. Snape finished with him carrying her to the hospital. He did the same thing with Draco and Ron that he had done with Hermione, making them promise to keep their mouths shut. Somewhere in Snape's speech Draco had wrapped his arms around Hermione and was now holding her tightly, afraid to let go. He was so angry at himself. 'I promised myself I'd protect her! And here she is...in the hospital, after getting raped and beating by Harry Potter!"
Draco stood up and stormed towards the door but had to stop when snape put his arm out in front of him. "Don't do anything you're going to regret, Mr. Malfoy."
"Not regret?! How can I not regret it?! He nearly raped my frickin girlfriend! I'm gonna kill him!" He then pushed past snape and out the door. Snape ran after him and after a minute, dragged a complaining Draco back in. Draco stomped back the bed and plopped next to Hermione. He put his arm around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Hermione I am SO sorry! I promised myself I wouldn't let anything happen to you!" Hermione looked up at him and smiled. "Don't worry Draco, I survived didn't I?" He looked down at her frowning. "Yes, but that's only because Snape here showed up..."
Snape watched as his prize student embraced his...well...not so prized student. He couldn't help himself...he smiled. Hermione was his top student, but being that she was in Gryffindor, he couldn't label her his favorite. He listened to them talk to each other and then when Draco finished, he spoke up. "Mr. Weasley. Go down to the slytherin common room and bring up Blaise. The password is pureblood." Ron nodded and left the hospital wing. Snape turned to the couple, "Miss Granger, I assure you Mr. Potter will be punished in full for what he has done. And I also will assure you that I will do everything in my power to make sure that you never have to deal with him again." Hermione once again found herself smiling at the man she used to hate with a passion, and now found herself getting more and more attached to.
"Thank you so much Professor, that means a lot to me." Hermione leaned into Draco's arms and rested her head on his shoulder. She breathed a contented sigh and finally began to grasp what had just happened. Harry had attempted to rape her, snape had saved her, and now she was in Draco's arms. A few minutes later, Ron returned with a concerned looking Blaise following him.
Snape turned to them and spoke. "Listen, Mr. Malfoy, I know that you and Miss Granger are together now, and that you want to protect her however you can, but being that you're a prisoner in the hospital wing for the next few weeks, I'm going to arrange something. Weasley, Zambini, at all times, at least one of you is to be with Miss Granger. More often Zambini. Weasley, I'd like you to talk to some of the other gryffindors. Tell them what happened and have them also keep an eye out. I will speak to the other professors and organize something more comfortable for you Miss Granger. Is that clear?" They all nodded and watched as their potions master swept out of the hospital, robes 'swishing' out behind him. Hermione looked over at Blaise. She had never really given him a good look. He wasn't very bad looking. He had long dark hair that fell into his eyes. Occasionally he would jerk his head to the side causing his hair to move from his face, revealing piercing green eyes. His eyes were similar to Harry's but had a much softer look to them. He smiled at Hermione, "Well, I'm supposed to escort you places so, will you be heading back to the common room?" Hermione smiled at his kindness and replied, "I'm not sure...hang on." She stood up and ran to Madame Pomfrey's office, Snape's cloak wrapped tightly around her. After a few minutes, she came back. "No, Blaise, I'll be staying here for the night, but thank you." She walked up to Blaise, gave him a hug, and then did the same for Ron. They both got the idea, smiled knowingly and left.
Hermione turned to Draco and smiled. "Any room for me in there?" He smirked mischievously and moved over, patting the spot on the bed next to him. She crawled in next to him and curled up against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly. He kissed her lightly on the back of the head and closed his eyes, falling almost instantly asleep, happier than he had been in a long time, with the only girl he'd ever want in bed with him lying comfortably next to him. He awoke sometime in the night when he felt Hermione shiver against him. Snape's cloak had fallen off her shoulders, revealing her in her bra. Although he did enjoy the view, he was a nice guy so he moved the cloak back onto her shoulder and pulled her closer.
The next morning he woke up and found Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed. She kept growling to herself and stomping her feet, muttering under her breath. "Something wrong?" She turned around and her angry look immediately faded. She huffed in frustration. "YES! Frickin Harry ripped my robes and now I have no clothes!" He smiled at her and replied, "You can wear mine, but they're slytherin." She glanced over at his clothes, neatly folded on his bedside table. "Better than this!" She said, gesturing down to her lovely ensemble of a large black cloak, bra, and shorts. He laughed lightly at her and watched as she picked up his clothes and headed to the bathroom. Not a minute later, she came out of the bathroom looking foolish as ever. But Draco couldn't help but think that even in his robes, she was beautiful. She was standing in his long black robes, slytherin crest over her heart. Her sleeves were well past the tips of her fingers and she had a lovely train trailing after her when she walked. She actually had to hold up the robes so she didn't trip and fall on her face when she moved. She looked down at herself and frowned. "I look like I'm wearing Hagrid's clothes!" She shouted in frustration. Draco smirked at her, "Hey, I think you look hott," Hermione scoffed, "but that's just me," he finished. He sat up on the bed and crossed his arms. Hermione looked at him for a minute and then got frustrated and just asked, "What are you waiting for?" This must have been what he had been looking for because smiled, held open his arms and said as if it was the most obvious thing, "You of course!" Hermione laughed and walked up to him, she bent down to hug him and before she could pull away she was pulled down onto his lap. He kissed her firmly on the lips and then whispered goodbye. She kissed back, said goodbye, and headed to transfiguration.
When she got into transfiguration, she noticed many eyes on her. She was wondering why people felt the need to stare but then she remembered her lovely ensemble of slytherin robes and slytherin tie. The fact that the robes were fit for Draco's 6 1 height when she was only about 5 4 also probably had something to do with it. She decided that since she was in slytherin clothing she might as well act like one, so she gave everyone who was staring a glare and headed to the nearest empty seat. Her seat was right by Harry. 'Dammit!' She thought, 'why me?!' She put her face in her hands and took deep breaths, calming herself, so she didn't do what she wanted because she figured if she beat the living crap out of Harry, she just might get into trouble. She was trying to think happy thoughts when she heard her name. She looked over to the slytherin side of the room and saw Blaise. He had a kind smile on his face and was waving her over. Hermione felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off her chest; she stood up and headed to the seat next to Blaise. "Thank you SO much!" She said as soon as she sat. Blaise chuckled, "Not a problem, that's what I'm here for."
Later on, Hermione was in charms with the slytherins and Flitwick announced that they would be switching seats. Once again, like in all other classes, she was conveniently placed in between Ron and Blaise. This had happened in all of her classes. In all her classes with the slytherins, she was between Blaise and a wall, same with the gryffindors, only with Ron rather than Blaise. Harry was also on the opposite end of the room. She was more than grateful for this but couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Flitwick had just explained to them how to do a concealing charm. Parvati and Lavender were having a ball with this, squealing to each other about how they'd never have to worry about pimples again. Obviously Hermione already knew how to do this charm very well, heck, she was so good she could conceal herself completely if the occasion called for it. But being that she didn't need practice, she decided to take advantage of the work time given to them and talk to her adorable charms professor. (AN sorry had to add adorable... GOTTA LOVE FLITWICK... ahem anyways...)
He was sitting on his stack of books observing his students attempt to conceal certain things with a cry of, 'Concealmenteno!' Mostly to no avail. Hermione hesitantly walked up to him not knowing what exactly she was going to ask. "Erm, Professor?" He shifted his position on his stack of novels and turned towards her. "Hello Miss Granger! How can I help you?" He squeaked. She glanced momentarily over at Neville, who had just managed to turn his shoe laces into worms, while fiddling with her robes. She looked down at herself. Wait, they weren't her robes. They were Draco's. She inhaled her breath deeply, welcoming the scent that came from the robes. "Um, Professor, I'm assuming you are aware of the situation with Harry..." His usual bubbly cheerful expression went grim. "Yes, Miss Granger, I'm aware of Mr. Potter's actions." He said in a sad voice. Hermione felt her heart break seeing her favorite professor like this. He was usually bouncy and squeaky, but now, he was still and quiet. She felt bad because, in a way, she was responsible, she shouldn't have brought this up. But she had to know, so she continued...
"Well, in all my classes, I've noticed that I'm never near Harry. There are always people between us, either Ron, Blaise or both. In potions, I've got a wall on my left, Ron in front, Blaise next to me, and Dean, Neville, and Seamus at the table behind me, then there's Harry all the way on the opposite side of the room. I'm nowhere near him in any classes. Not that I mind, but, do you know what's going on?" She asked him quietly. Hermione could see Flitwick's lips twitching in the beginnings of a smile. After a second of him obviously trying not to smile, he clearly gave up because suddenly he had this huge goofy grin on his face. He leaned towards her, "You'll never believe this Miss Granger, none of us professors did, but Professor Snape personally requested that you be as far from Potter as possible, with at least Mr. Weasley and/or Mr. Zambini in between you. He said that he didn't want Mr. Potter anywhere near you and that it'd make him and obviously you feel better to have him as far as possible." By the time had finished talking he was back to his bouncy old self and was beaming. Hermione's jaw was dropped, her eyes wide, "Pro-Professor Snape requested all this?!" Flitwick nodded excitedly. Hermione shook her head and walked away, trying to grasp that Professor Severus Snape, former Death eater, and the professor who always seemed to be out to get her, now seemed to be trying to protect her.
Hermione slowly dragged herself back to her seat, flicking her wand inconspicuously in Neville's direction, fixing his shoe laces. She plopped onto her seat with a huff, Blaise having successfully concealed a beauty mark on his chin, looked over to her, "What's up?" She explained to him what Flitwick had told her and by the end of her story, Blaise, like Professor Flitwick, was beaming. "See, he's not that bad. I will admit, he is a bit unfair to the gryffindors but he's a good man." Hermione, to the surprise of her and all the gryffindors who had heard Blaise's comment, agreed. She sat for a minute thinking, then spoke, "Yeah, he used to be my least favorite teacher, always picking on us poor gryffindors, and now here he is doing practically everything possible to protect me. I'm telling you, I never would have expected this. But what surprises me the most is that I'm really starting to like him." Seamus, who was sitting nearby, was giving Hermione an incredulous look, jaw dropped, eyes wide. "You-you...Hermione...You like snape?! Like ...you ... bloody hell..." He trailed off and put his head in his hands. "This world is mad I tell you! First Potter, then THIS!?" Since the mishap in the dungeons, everyone, including Hermione, Ron, and all the gryffindors, had to taken to calling Harry Potter. One, because they didn't have any respect whatsoever for him, and two, it annoyed the hell out of him.
After Charms, Blaise, Ron, and Hermione went to the hospital wing to visit Draco. They all stopped in the doorway and watched in amusement as Draco begged to get out of the hospital wing. He was standing next to his bed, facing Madam Pomfrey, who was standing with her arms crossed over her chest shaking her head. "But Madam Pomfrey! I'm FINE! LOOK! I can jump!" Then he started to jump up and down, waving his hands in the air, "See? Nothing happened, no death here? I'm breathing juuuuust fiiiine." Madame Pomfrey still shook her head, "No, Mr. Malfoy, you were seriously injured and I don't want you to leave until I think you're ready." She then shoved him down back onto the bed. Draco glared at her, and then sprung back to his feet, growling in aggravation, "WATCH! I can even run!" Then he proceeded to run in circles around the hospital wing, with Madam Pomfrey watching him in amusement. He stopped in front of her, panting. "See?...I'm... just...fine." He managed in between breaths. He was standing in front of her, with his hands on his knees, looking up at his stubborn nurse. She finally sighed, her hands dropping to her sides. "Welllllll, I suppose if you're so sure you're ok, then you can leave." Draco's face brightened and huge grin spread across his face. He started to jump around shouting, "WOOHOOOOO!"
"I don't know Madame Pomfrey; clearly he's still got a lot of your drugs in his system." Draco turned to the door of the hospital wing and his jaw dropped when he saw Hermione leaning against the door frame shaking with her suppressed giggles with Ron and Blaise behind her, doubled over in hysterical laughter. Draco glared at them, "Oh, ha ha ha." He said haughtily. Hermione then broke into hysterical laughter. She fell to the ground, clutching her stomach, her eyes watering. Draco crossed his arms and stood for a few minutes, waiting for them to calm down. Ron and Blaise stopped soon, but Hermione just kept going for quite a while. Finally, she calmed down, she stood up, took a deep breath, staying completely calm save for her random giggle spurts. "I'm sorry," she said, "really I am." She gave Draco a confused look when he just smirked at her. "What?" She asked him suspiciously. "Sorry?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm sorry!"
"You're gonna be!" He then sprinted towards her and when he reached her, he started tickling her. He knew from experience that she was ticklish so he decided to take advantage of it. She immediately fell to the floor, probably in an attempt to escape him. All it did was trap her even more. He kneeled down next to her holding her down tickling her mercilessly. "Draco...Pleaseeee...stopppppp!" She whined in between fits of laughter. He finally stopped tickling her and she just stayed lying on the ground. She looked up to him, her face flushed from laughter. He looked down at her and smiled, "You're very beautiful, do you know that?" She blushed further, only making her more beautiful. "Yeah, I know," she said with a smirk. He stood up and offered her his hand, "Want to go on a little walk?" He asked. She took his hand and nodded, smiling. She stood up and smoothed her robes and hair, and they left, hand in hand. Ron and Blaise watched them go shaking their heads, "Kids these days!" Said Ron, throwing his hands in the air. "Tell me about it," replied Blaise, "Wizard chess?" Ron looked over at him, "You play?" Blaise smirked, "For as long as I can remember." Ron smiled, "Good! Maybe I'll finally get a little competition!" Then they walked off to engage in a game of wizard chess, soon to find out that they had each met their match.
Draco and Hermione were walking through the entrance hall towards the doors. Hermione glanced over at the stairs leading down to the dungeons and stopped. Draco got a few steps ahead and turned back to her. "What's wrong?" Hermione shook her head, "Nothing, but, um, can we make a little stop first?" Draco followed her gaze towards the dungeons and looked at her in confusion. "Uh, surrrre, no problem..." Hermione then locked her fingers with him and headed down the very steps that days before she had been being carried up. She smiled at the memory, so unexpected. They walked for a few minutes and finally Draco broke the silence, "So, where are we going anyways?" Hermione looked up at him, "I just want to pay Snape a little visit..."