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Have Been Neatly Repressed

It had been two weeks since Malfoy had drilled the point into her head that this was dangerous, and someone needed to be told. Hermione had replayed the scenes from the conversation over and over in her head again, but had yet to be able to muster up the courage to go forwards with it. Sure, she had been dealing with the terrors in her own mind, but that didn't help with the real world. In the real world, her ex was still a horrifying figure within her life, and she knew he needed to be removed before something else happened.

The two weeks had passed slowly. Sitting in class now, she glanced one row forwards, on the opposite side of the room, to the two Slytherin's who seemed to be aiding her. Malfoy had told her just last week about informing Blaise, and it had not gone over well. To say she was mad would be an understatement; she was furious. It had taken a lot of time and talking between the two for Malfoy to convince the Gryffindor that Blaise was trustworthy, and would not ever do something like Ron had. Reflecting back, she realized her fears of that were stupid, considering he was now helping Malfoy be a bother to the ginger. She had only ever really spoken to Blaise twice since then, but he seemed nice enough.

Her favorite part about him was that he was quiet; he didn't push for answers, and he rarely asked her questions. That all seemed to be left to Malfoy, who would continuously drop comments about telling someone in their common room whenever they passed each other. The habit was tedious and annoying, but she never responded. She couldn't, because she didn't know who to tell or how to even go about that yet. It was something she still had a bit of work to accomplish; but the question was how much work.

Blaise and Malfoy had been quite helpful in the past weeks. Ron kept his distance, if only because every time she approached he received a hex from nowhere. Harry had asked her just the other day if she was the one doing it, but the girl had denied anything and he seemingly believed her. Now, she could often see the annoyance in her ex's face at the dinner table, and she had opted to sit closer to Ginny and Lavender instead of bothering with the evil glare. At least the two Slytherin's interference had stalled any further attacks from him.

Ron's note however was an entirely different story in itself. It was currently hidden someplace in her bag, for she found herself often reading the terrible words despite how they made her feel. She was drawn to them, if only because a part of her wanted to believe his opinion was true, but Malfoy had made it very clear four days ago that it was complete bullshit for her to believe such a thing.

Hermione sat in her room, door ajar. She had come up here tonight instead of to dinner, although no ginger arsehole was keeping her there. She had simply come up to look at his words, now stained with her tears, to see what she thought of it again; did she believe what he had said, or was she beyond that yet?

Unfolding the letter again, she began to read:

Hermione~

How dare you hide behind that ferret? Don't you see that he is going to only use you for one thing? If you come back to me, I promise I'll be nice this time. I didn't mean to be so terribly awful to you, but I slipped. Please forgive me.

However, you cannot simply keep hiding behind him. Face me like the fucking woman I know you are and stop cowering. Since when do you cower? If you don't want me then you can fucking deal with me yourself. I know you hide behind Malfoy and its time to stop. Truly Mione, that is a bit disappointing. I thought you would be more fun.

The only reason someone like you would ever hide behind someone like him is if he is getting something out of it- but you were never a whore, so you would never be enough of a bitch to cheat on me. Keep in mind, if you do try to end us on bad terms, I will come after you.

~Ron

Malfoy had heard her crying and came to investigate. Sitting beside her, he took back the letter she had removed from his room some days ago and tossed it to the side. Then he had forced her to look up at him.

"Would you stop worrying over some fucking words? He's not going to get close to you Granger, so long as you don't give him the opportunity," Malfoy had said, his tone gentle. Instead of replying, she had leaned into her pillows and cried.

But he was having none of that. Pulling on her arm, he drug her back to him and let her ruin the crisp material of his white shirt with her tears. She didn't understand why he let this happening, considering his posh manner, but nonetheless he held her loosely against him and let her cry. It was surprisingly comforting.

When her tears subsided, she pulled back and gave him a watery smile. "Thanks," she said, turning her head away to wipe off the last stray tears. There was a large wet spot on his shirt now, but the blond had yet to make any snide comments about it.

There was a moment's pause before he spoke again, "Stop believing everything he has to say to you. It's not worth getting worked up over," the blond drawled, and she felt the bed shift as he got off. She looked up, watching him rub his face as he thought. But instead of talking, he turned and headed for the door.

Although she didn't say anything, he paused in the doorframe and glanced back. "For the record Granger, I don't need anything to help you." He left before she could reply, and she had only her thoughts to keep her company in the empty room.

It had been a strange point in time, for Malfoy's behavior had been very different from what she was accustomed to. But, she didn't complain. His words did help- a small bit anyways. Thinking back, she wasn't quite sure what any of it meant.

The professor was saying something a bit louder now, and Hermione tried to return her focus to the subject at hand.

That night in the common room Malfoy sat beside her on the couch. "Weasel seems to be less interested in you," he drawled, opening some form of work.

Hermione nodded. "I guess; he hasn't spoken to me in several days, but he did shove me in the hall earlier."

Draco clicked his tongue. "Sounds like him," he grumbled, not looking up from his work. She thought the reaction was a bit odd, but didn't think into it too much. "But if that is all he has done, then he has pulled back quite a bit."

"He has," she replied absentmindedly, her mind elsewhere.

"Which is probably because you have Blaise and me to help now," he continued, still not looking up.

She glanced over at him. The blond tried to bring up this topic as often as he could. "Yes," she said quietly.

"But that wouldn't be needed if someone else knew who could simply remove the problem entirely."

She groaned. "Malfoy, this again?"

Finally, the blond looked up, sneering. "Yes, this again Granger. It's absurd that you have let this go on for so long, but enough is enough. You really do need to get around to telling someone about this. It's only a matter of time before he tries something again."

The brunette looked up sharply. "What does that mean?"

He chuckled, still looking at her. "You must not see it, but both Blaise and I have. He's watching you Granger, looking for the opportune moment to mess with you again. You don't notice, because you try not to watch him, but I can see it. The longer you wait, the more time you are giving him to attempt something."

Her face paled a bit. "You don't know that Malfoy; you don't know what goes on in his head."

"Neither do you Granger," he replied evenly. She continued to hold his gaze, but her confidence that Ron wasn't planning something new started to waver. Looking away, she decided her hands were far more interesting.

"Don't worry Malfoy," she replied in possibly the steadiest tone of voice he had heard from her in a while, "I'll tell someone else soon; nothing else is going to happen."

He wasn't so sure he believed her; her tone maybe strong but there was nothing about her that screamed confident. He chose not to reply to her, and settled back into the couch, content just sitting there. They remained like that for another hour before he finally got up to go to his room.

The following morning Ron made sure to get a seat with Harry right behind Hermione, but it seemed to make his raven-haired friend uncomfortable. They had been avoiding her recently (or at least it seemed) and Harry was still unaware of what had caused such a rift between the once popular couple.

Ron intended to keep him in the dark like that. If Harry learned that he had forced her, then it was possible his best friend would go to her side, despite the redheads reasoning. He had been waiting a long time, after all.

The ginger was quite aware of the two Slytherin's watching him from a few rows back. Transfiguration was the first class of the day, and they were already watching him like hawks again. It was extremely aggravating to know she had those two bastards watching him, because it made it exceptionally hard to do anything, much less get close to her. She may as well have been sitting on one of their laps, considering how well the two were watching out for her. He had attempted to yank her hair a week back to get her attention, and had ended up in the hospital wing with boils covering his face because of it. It would be difficult to get at her again, that much was certain.

He just didn't understand why they were doing it. Malfoy may have seen what he had done- because Ron loved her of course, and wanted her to know it, so that's why he had gone after her- and that may have given him a bit of motive to protect her since it didn't go over so well for her, but Zabini? What the fuck made Zabini want to join in, except being Malfoy's closest friend. That part made Ron curious, but not curious enough to ask any of the three. They were on opposing sides, and he still wanted Hermione to be his.

And she'll be mine. I just have to make her remember why she fucking loves me.

Beneath his desk he fingered the wood of his wand. She was being a difficult bitch to get a hold of, but no matter. He would just fuck her like last time, without some blond prick to get in the way. He knew it hurt a girl the first time- and he was truly hoping it was her first time that day- but the next time there would be no chance that she was a virgin, so she had no reason to beg him to get away. She could learn to love it, if she would just try to enjoy herself.

He wanted her to remember him more then she would remember anyone else in her lifetime, but he wanted her to be his as well. Until he could have her, he would not stop trying to get her. She needed to pay for being such a bitch the last time, and for calling him a rapist when he had done nothing of the sort, but most of all she needed to remember that he was the only bloke who could ever want her.

A coy smile slid across his face as a thought entered his mind. Oh yes, now he had a plan…

A/n: Up next, we're going to see quite a bit of Harry :) Wanna leave a little feedback?