Wicked Enraptures

Parings: HG/DM, HP/GW/Implied HG, RW/LL/Implied HG.

Ratings: M due to violence, language, and a whole lot of scary shit.

Summary: You can't run from your mistakes.

Author's Note: sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I'm trying to get all my stories back on track. D.I.V.O.R.C.E. will be updated very, very, very soon, so keep an eye out for that.

Disclaimer: This is a very dark chapter. DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER AND FLAME ME LATER. THANK YOU!!!


Chapter Six:

Where is My Mind?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head'll collapse if there's nothing in it

And you'll ask yourself,

"Where is my mind?"

"No…no…I love you!" she whimpered. The arm that was at her back was removed and she felt the blow before she could comprehend that it was even gone from that position. The side of her face exploded, but he still remained a firm grip on her hair, making her head remain still during the blow. He punched her again. And again. And again.

And then she finally lost it all.

A wild fury burst through her, her body seizing at the force. She could feel the magic shooting through her body to the tips of her fingers, sending an electrocuted shock from her and into her boyfriend. He yelped and released her. She fell onto her back, her head hitting the bars of the staircase. She released a muffled cry at the impact, her head falling forward onto her chest for a second as her body protested in pain. Looking up she saw the fearful look on Eric's face, but it was gone just as fast as it came. He lunged at her, his hands wrapping about her neck as she struggled to once again be released from his grasp. He was going to kill her.

"No!" she shouted, kneeing him in the groin. He fell onto his side, his hands moving downward to cup his offended person. She scrambled to her feet and with all her strength pulled back her leg and kicked in his abdomen. He shouted in pain and she repeatedly kicked him. He regained the upper hand, though, by grabbing her foot and yanking her towards him. She fell forward, nearly tripping over him and falling down the stairs. She held onto the banister to interrupt her tumble forward. He still gripped her ankle; applying so much pressure she thought for sure he would break it.

"You stupid bitch," he hissed, glaring up at her. He pulled her again and this time, using the banister for strength, she pulled her foot from his grasp, feeling something pop as she did so. She cried out but was able to get loose. She successfully stumbled back, limping backwards until she was pressed against the wall. Eric was on his feet before she knew it. He grabbed her, but this time she was ready. Beside her was a hallway table with a telephone on it. Grasping it in her hands, she ripped it from off the table and slammed it against his face one—two—three times. He jerked back, caught off balance, his hands coming up to catch the blood that was gushing from his face. After a fleeting second, he tried to reach out for her again, and with all the fury in her body, Hermione screamed, lunging forward and knocking him down long path of stairs below him.

Her heart stopped as she saw him fall back, his body turning and twisting in unnatural ways until he landed with a crack onto the bottom level. She screams as she saw the pool of blood begin to seep from his head. She noticed the bloodstains that were covered on the stairs, bloody handprints streaking the walls from where he placed them on his way down. She began to tremble, fear creeping into her making her freeze to death. She slowly moved towards the mouth of the staircase, walking slowly down the stairs until she reached him. Stepping over his body she knelt down beside him. His beautiful face was barely unrecognizable, it was covered in blood, and her heart thudded so painfully as her hands reached out to gingerly touch it.

There was a jerking movement and Eric gasped deeply, his body convulsing as he tried to breathe. He was alive. Hermione gasped in shock. Her mind began to race as the man before her began to wake back up, his body, although broken, twitching with movement. Without thinking, she took her hands, covering his mouth and nose and leaning heavily onto his face, her eyes closed as she suffocated him.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered as he struggled against her. "I'm so sorry, but I have to…" she began whimpering, tears spilling down her cheeks. Soon, he stopped moving and she could no longer feel the struggled breaths beneath her hands. She removed her hands and opened her eyes. Eric had stopped breathing; his eyes wide open with a look of fear screaming from them. She cried out. Turning her hands forward she saw all the blood covered over her hands, and on her clothes from kneeling in the blood coming from her boyfriend. Frantic, she fell forward onto him, her silent tears turning into wails as she wrapped her arms around her lifeless boyfriend. She kissed his bloody face, repeating her apologies to him.

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Hermione sat frozenly in the Great Hall. It was Halloween and the festivities were in full swing as the students hooted and applauded at the show the ghosts put on every year for Halloween. She sat blankly, her food becoming cold as her mind replayed the day she murdered Eric. She didn't know what had triggered it—but here she sat, her body icy with fear at the memory.

"Hermione! C'mon, join in on the festivities!" Ron said loudly over the laughter and applause.

She was shaken out of her trance, her lips cracking into a small smile. She began clapping with her fellow students, as if nothing was out of sorts with her. No one knew the manic memories that plagued her mind every day. She, to them, had gone back to the Old Hermione. She wasn't sad anymore, or strange acting. She did her homework on time, laughed at all their jokes, and seemed good. She believed it too sometimes. That she was fine.

No one knew they were sitting with a murderer.

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Later that night, Hermione decided to return back to her own quarters for the night, not really feeling up to her old roommate's gossip tonight. She made her trek to her tower, hesitant and worried that she may run into Malfoy, who she hadn't seen since his confession on the tower. She didn't want to face him. She didn't want to face the man that looked so much like the man she had killed over the summer.

But alas, no God was on her side. Malfoy was sitting in the common room reading a book, and was completely surprised to see her.

"Coming back to old habits, Granger?" he whispered. She probably wouldn't have heard him if she wasn't straining to hear if he would say something in the first place. Her heart thudded at the comment. Was she going back to old habits? Was she going back to being severely depressed? She could have a somewhat good night sleep, now. She was able to wake up from a nightmare before feeling the real burst of fear that usually accompanied it. "Was it good for you, Granger? Ignoring me for such a long time? Do you think that that by you avoiding me I would forget all that you've told me? You've been so mysterious Granger…I want to know what the hell is going on with you."

She ignored his comments though, still walking towards her door to her own room. She was stopped however. Malfoy had gotten up from his couch and was blocking her from moving forward. He reached out to grab her and she reeled back, but not far enough. His hands gathered tightly around her robe and he pulled her forward, "Tell me now."

"What for? I don't owe you an explanation of my life or anything, Malfoy. Sod off and mind your own business."

"I don't want to hear your life story Granger. I would rather like to hear about how you were raped and beaten over the summer, and what happened to the bastard that did it to you," he said coldly. She flinched at that.

"Why are you doing this? I don't want anything to do with you, you shouldn't even care what has happened to me, I don't want anything from you!" she repeated harshly. He shook her.

"I'm not going to let this go…I'm going to find out what happened, because believe it or not, Granger, I know that you're hiding something…it's killing me, not knowing what it is," he said.

"Let it kill you. I hope it does kill you…" she spat in his face, it landed on his cheek. He was so furious, but he did not move to retaliate. She thought that perhaps this was a punishment for snuffing Malfoy's confession of feelings for her. She thought that he would take the hint and know what she wanted nothing to do with him—that she hated him. As the spit slid to his chin, he shook her once more, her head jerking back as his piercing eyes bore into her eyes, invading her mind.

"NO!"

"No…please…stop!" Hermione shouted. He had thrown her onto the floor, pulling her skirt up and ripping her knickers off painfully.

"Why do insist on wearing these 'Mione? I won't tell you again…" he said coldly. Her boyfriend was above her, about to take advantage of her again. She didn't want to sleep with him, but it wasn't really up to her anymore, no matter how many times she screamed no, it just fueled his lust for her. "You're hurting me!" she cried, as if it would matter to him. He didn't care. He pushed inside of her, taking her right there in her parent's sitting room on the floor, her parents at work. She realized that he wasn't wearing a condom and she began to panic.

"Stop…please…we're not even protected," she continued. She was able to get her arms between their bodies, trying to push him away from her.

He grunted, as if to dismiss her comment. Unsatisfied, he pulled from out of her and turned her onto her stomach. Gripped her hips and pulling back he pulled her onto her knees. She then began to become even more fearful of what he would do. He entered her rectum, making her scream out in pain. He made a noise of pain as well, but continued on with the assault. The pain was unthinkable and inane. She screamed as he pushed further into her, her body shaking under his as humiliation countered her feeling of pain. Her face was crushed into the carpet as she felt him ejaculate inside of her.

-

It was dark. Really dark outside. She was walking home from the nearby library, the summer sun gone from the sky, leaving only the pitch black night, only punctured by light with scattered street lights. She was about ten blocks away from the cluster of her neighborhood when she heard a voice.

"Hermione! Hey, Hermione!" shouted a male voice. She spun on her heel, startled by the shout. Driving up in a small car was her schoolyard friend Ryan. Before Hogwarts, she had a small group of friends that she would play with, and Ryan was her immediate friend. He stopped his car just short of her and she walked towards his car, a wide smile splitting across her face.

It had been such a while since she'd seen him, she saw him a summer ago, to be exact. He looked good, with his sugar brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Even in the dark, she could see the twinkle in his eyes.

"Ryan! What are you doing on this side of town?" she asked, excited to see someone new.

"I'm just going over to Liz's house, you remember where Liz stays at, right?"

She nodded, "oh God, Lizard!" Hermione laughed at the fond nickname for her old friend. "Of course I remember where she stays at! I was near her house just a couple of days ago." Ryan chuckled.

"Yeah, we're dating…have been for a couple of months now. I'm sure she'd love to see you. I'm just going round to see her. Wanna come with?" he asked. Hermione's smile faltered a bit. She had to get home before Eric started calling her. She had left her cell phone home by accident and she was afraid that he had been calling.

"Er…" she shifted. "I really can't, not today. I have someone to see actually," she said softly.

Ryan grinned, "Ah! Hermione…snagged yourself a lover-boy, eh?" he laughed and she nodded curtly.

"Yeah, yeah…summer love is in the air," she said blandly.

He nodded, "well, at least let me give you a ride home, it's bloody dark out here! Hop in!" he said. Hermione went around the car. It was getting late. She appreciated the ride home.

"So how's school?" he asked once she got into the car.

"It's great. I really can't wait until this year starts off, it'll be my last." She never told any of her old friends about what type of school Hogwarts was. They thought she went a Boarding school in Scotland that was a simple, intense, boarding school. "How's school with you?"

"Ah, you know, it's kicking my arse. Last year for me too," he said, tossing her a smile. "So who's this boyfriend of yours?"

"Oh…his name is Eric."

"Is it serious?"

She smiled outwardly but on the inside her stomach turned. "Yeah, it's pretty serious."

"Aw, my little Hermione is all grown up!" he cried out. "Oh, how they grow so fast!" She giggled at his theatrics and shrugged. They were pulling up to her house now. Ryan turned off the engine and turned to her. "So when are we going to hang out, eh? Me, you, Liz, Alec and Ralph…like old times," he said. Hermione smiled.

"Any time, just give me a call! You guys never call me…" she gave a fake pout.

"We DO call you! You just don't pick up," he said in mock anger. She tilted her head to the side.

"Yeah, I'm sort of wonky with the phone. I'm not used to carrying around a cell phone and such," she said. He shrugged.

"It's okay, but try to pick up. Maybe we can all go to that club that just opened in London, I heard it's great, and I know everyone would love to see you and such."

"I will. Well, I guess I'll get going. Thank you so much for the ride, I was coming back from the library and was sort of dreading the trek back home," she said. He laughed.

"Ah, still a bookworm, I see," he said, earning a playful swat from her on his arm. He pulled her into a giant bear hug. As she pulled away, she felt the door to the car open and someone yanking her out of the car.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" shouted a voice. Hermione cringed. It was Eric.

"N-n-nothing! Eric—this is my friend!" Her words were drowned out by Ryan's own shouting.

"Hey, what the bleeding fuck is your problem?" Ryan said, noticing the fear on Hermione's face in the stream of street light. Eric growled.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just a friend of Hermione's, I was giving her a lift home, what are you? Her dad?"

"No you bastard, I'm her boyfriend! Stay away from her if you know what's good for you!"

"ERIC!" she shouted. "THAT'S ENOUGH! He's just a friend of mine, you have no right to be a prat—" she regretted the words later, Eric had grabbed her arm, squeezing it tightly.

"C'mon love," he gritted through his teeth sweetly. "I've been calling you all day…"

Hermione flinched but replaced her pain with a fake smile.

"Ryan, thank you for the ride home…" she turned to Eric, "I'm sorry love for not having my phone on me, you must've been so worried, it's so late and such," she said sweetly, putting on a show. Eric softened a bit and smiled.

"It's okay, I was just worried."

"Are you going to be okay Hermione?" Ryan asked before starting up his engine.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine…thank you so much for the ride!"

"All right." He looked uncertain. Hermione pleaded that he wouldn't say anything further, that he would just drive off, but he didn't. "I'll give you a call later or something, so we can figure a date, okay?" She nodded, the blood rushing out of her face. Eric had become incredibly still beside her. "Bye!" he said, driving off.

They stood there until he turned the corner. It was then that Eric pulled her along with him, into his relatives house, the lights off. His relatives must've been out. As soon as the door closed from behind them, he punched her square across the face, making her fall onto the ground. She screamed at the blow.

"Are you fucking him?"

"No!" she cried. "I swear I'm not Eric…"

He walked around her crumpled form, anger on his face. "You're a fucking slut. I can't trust you at all…I don't even know who you are anymore. Do you see what you make me do to you, Hermione? DO YOU? DO YOU SEE WHY I HAVE TO TREAT YOU THIS WAY? LIKE A SLUT?" he shouted. She began to cry into her hands, her face throbbing.

"I'm sorry!"

"You're fucking pathetic," he hissed. "You're nothing! NOTHING without me, do you understand?" she nodded. He grabbed her up and slammed her against the front door. He didn't wait for her to get her wits in order, he had her right against the door.

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She gingerly touched her bleeding lip, the blood glistening on her fingers as she sat in her bedroom in front of her vanity. She rubbed the blood between her index finger and her thumb, her eyes focused on the red liquid. It was becoming cold. In front of her was her cell phone, the phone lighting up and announcing that her friend Liz was calling. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Reaching for the phone, she ignored the call and turned the device off, the phone making a sad little noise as it turned off.

-

She was back. She was still standing in the common room, but her mind was back, back inside her body. She regained focus on the person standing in front of her. He was pale as ever, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at her. Watched her.

"Are you happy?" she whispered. "Are you done raping me, Malfoy?" she said coldly.

He spluttered. "What?"

"Do you think you're any better than him?" she hissed. "Do you think what you're doing to me isn't similar to what he did to me? Taking advantage of my mind?" She shook her head, breaking eye contact with him. She stared at the ground, her head spinning. "Why do this? Every time you invade my mind, I relive these experiences…these horrific experiences that I try so hard to escape!" she cried. "I hate you…I hate you so much…" she stepped around him and threw open her door, running up the spiral steps to her room.

Throwing her door open, she swung herself into her bathroom, her knees colliding heavily onto the tile floor, her knees bruising upon impact. Immediately her gut jumped and she began to vomit, the bile rising up her throat in such a harsh, burning way. She threw up until she was panting with exhaustion. Resting her elbows on the bowl, she pushed her hair back, her body trembling as she closed her eyes and saw nothing but her boyfriend, struggling under her hands as she pressed down on his face. She gripped her hair back, her face stretching as her world began to spin so fast she could barely breathe. She removed herself from the toilet bowl, standing haphazardly to her feet as she stood before the sink, rinsing her mouth with water and mouthwash to get rid of the stench and taste. She splashed water onto her face but couldn't erode the heart pumping feeling that had grabbed a hold of her. Sitting softly onto her bum and against a wall, pulling her legs up to her chest, she could feel tears pushing against her eyelids, but fought to keep them at bay. She tried taking steady breaths of air into her lungs, still not over the spasms wrecking her body. She kept her eyes closed, her mind twisting in revulsion at her memories.

There was a knock at her bathroom door and her eyes flew open. "GO AWAY!" she said, her voice raw and raspy.

"Granger…let me explain myself," he said from the door. She didn't bother to turn her head to look at him.

"Just get the fuck out of my room, you filthy bastard!" she shouted. She prayed that he would just walk away from her, but he entered the bathroom with her, shutting the door behind him and locking it manually. Hermione began to panic. That was the only way out. She swallowed though, not wanting to fall head first into her fear. She wanted to stay afloat in this situation—whatever it would turn into.

He sat in front of her.

They stared at each other for a while.

She was shocked out of her skull when Malfoy began tearing up, his hands covering his face as it became red and blotchy. Her body had ceased in its shaking as she took in his sobs.

"I—I don't know what's wrong with me," he gasped. "I'm…I'm…"

"You don't have to say it," she interrupted him, her voice above a mere whisper. "You don't have to say it because you will never truly mean it." He looked up at that.

"I mean it with every bone in my body, Granger." Her breath caught in her throat at the look her gave her. So full of regret.

"I just want to know why—why? Why? WHY?" she cried out finally, covering her face with her hands. "Why?" it was then that she began to cry fully, her sobs soft but steadily growing louder. "What did I do to you?" she asked between her tears. "What have I done to you for you to punish me?"

She didn't notice that she was tightly wrapped in Draco's arms. She didn't notice that he had pulled her to him, cradling her in his arms. Her memories were haunting, deadly, even. What did that mean through the eyes of a stranger? Did he really mean what he had said on that tower so long ago?

Could she run from her mistakes? Could he run from his own mistakes? Was his mistake really her?

She turned her face into his chest, the area becoming damp fast. She held onto him, her breathing slowing down, her brain catching up. She lifted her head to look at him and realized that he was looking at her.

Tentatively, their lips met. It was cold, distant, and hard. It tasted horrible—bitter and disgusting. But something, just a sliver of something, was innocent. Was completely bare of such disgust, and they drank from it. His hands found their way to her hair as the kiss deepened. She began to pull away, but he held her close. Her eyes fluttered close and opened rapidly, focusing in on the blur that was Malfoy's face. His hands were on her hips now, his nails digging into her clothes, so hard she could feel them on her flesh. Again, she tried to pull away but every time he would pull her in again, holding her fast as the kiss became passionate and angry. She clenched his upper arms, the muscles in her hands contracting at the tight grip. She felt herself being pushed onto her back. She was on her back now, Malfoy on top of her as he slid his hands down her leg, hooking it about his waist as he moved to kiss her neck, worshipping the pale skin there. She released a small whimper and removed her hands from his body, placing them between their bodies as she tried to push him off of her.

"No…" she said. He pulled back, a dazed look on his face.

He got off of her completely, a look of shame etched onto his face. She remembered something, when he had come into her room, finding her shaking from a nightmare such a time ago. She remembered how he held her. She remembered how…she remembered… "I want to forget," she said simply. "I want to forget what happened to me. I just want to move on. I want to forget what I did," her voice cracked as she looked at her hands. "I just want to live. I want to live."

They stayed in that bathroom. Hermione curled up into a ball, her head resting on her arms, tears falling down her face until she fell asleep. Draco stayed there, watching her, until he too, fell asleep beside her. Their hands met during the night, clasped tightly together.

Draco woke first, watching her for awhile until he decided to carefully lift her and put her to bed. After he had tucked her in, he wrote a short letter and placed it onto the pillow next to her. She would wake much later, read it, and go in search for him. Her heart filled with hope.

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