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65. Weakness

A/N: This piece is extremely graphic. Proceed with caution.

He couldn't stop himself.

And he didn't try.

The moment he saw her in the library. Deep within the stacks of books.

Her guard dog and self-appointed bodyguards no where to be seen. At least not near her.

The closest one being the twit Granger and he could take her. Just like he did to Bones before Weasley interrupted.

But this time he wouldn't have to wait on the charm.

This time it would be faster.

Especially now that she was always in skirts these days.

He could take what was rightfully his before they could even get to her in time. Take her away from that self-righteous blood traitor who didn't deserve a princess; not a pure-blood princess at least.

Casting his indispensable shield charm, that had bought him all the time he needed when Weasley had come tearing into the greenhouse, he quietly and quickly made his way down the bookshelves. His smirk grew as he approached her, watching her continue to flip through a book unaware of him.

His raised his wand and cast the silencing charm he knew he would need. The force of the spell caused her to drop the book with a loud thud and look at him, her eyes wide and fearful. He found immense joy in watching her mouth open but no sound came out.

Growling, he continued towards her as she moved back. He wanted to laugh at her vain attempt to maintain distance between them. His princess would soon be his.

Grabbing her by her arms, he pushed her the rest of the way as she fought his grip trying to free her arms. Her head landing with a resounding thud against the wall causing her to stop fighting momentarily as he watched her eyes momentarily roll back before she found her way back to him. Pressing his arm across her throat, to hold her in place against the stone wall, he used his free hand to slide it up her leg and under her skirt. He curled his fingers around the side of her knickers and with a quick pull, snapped them so she was now more open to him.

A radiating heat spread over him. He knew he didn't have much time. Blindly he cast a spell backwards, one that would ensure he had plenty of time to make her his, and went to freeing himself from his pants as his princess kept fighting him.

When no other spells hit his shield charm, he smirked as he whispered, "No one can save you this time. It won't do you any good to fight us anymore. You are mine."

Pulling himself out of his pants, he started to lean forward when the world went suddenly black.

Pansy watched as Smith's eyes rolled back before he slumped against her, the arm bar across her throat falling away. Using every ounce of strength she had, she pushed him off her until he landed with a thud.

Heaving hard, trying to catch her breath, she looked ahead and saw Hermione, pale as a ghost, blood spreading across her chest before her eyes closed and she fell to her the ground.

Pansy yelled, "Hermione!" but no sound came out of her mouth. Running to her fallen body, Pansy fell to her knees. Her hands going to Hermione's chest, instinctively trying to stop the blood. Hoping someone would find them, but no one came and she couldn't bare to bring herself to leave Hermione all alone. Not after she had saved her.

Her frustration mounting as her voice remained soundless with every scream for help that she tried. In shear agony and desperation, she threw her hands up in the air and started to scream soundlessly again, but this time her voice swelled as the bookshelves on either side went tumbling down; taking on a domino like effect that sent students running.

She stopped in disbelief as the noise echoed through the library before she returned her focus back to Hermione who still seemed to be losing blood and started to whisper, "Please hold on. Helps coming. Please Hermione. Please for Theo. Please Hermione, don't leave him. He loves you so much. You can't leave him."

"Pansy!"

Lifting her head up she saw Ron running towards her with Draco, Neville, Ginny and Harry fast on his heels. Crying, she yelled, "Please. Oh merlin, the bleeding won't stop. Please."

She felt Ron scoop her up and pull her back as the other's went to Hermione. The commotion grew as Ron held her: students stared gaping, their clothing covered in dust; Madame Pince running to were Hermione laid surround by the others; professors running in -- some trying to get the students out as others ran to Hermione.

And as the people started to clear she saw Theo, on his knees with tears running down his face as Blaise held him against his chest.

Pulling away from Ron, she looked to see Smith still lying on the ground, having been hit by what appeared to be a book in the falling of the bookshelves. Fighting out of Ron's grasp, and ignoring his questions, she hurried over to Smith's unconscious body. When she was close enough, she gave his body a good strong kick. And then another one. And another one. Until she fell to her knees screaming, her fists starting to beat him as she screamed with every punch she landed, "You pompous arrogant bastard! You fucking low-life twat! You miserable excuse for a human being! I hope they castrate you! You! You! You! You kill her and I will, I will, I will make you pay. You take her away from him and I will take away your bits you fucking arse hole..."

She never finished as Ron pulled her off Smith's body. Burying her face into Ron's sweater, wrapped up once again in the safety of his arms, Pansy finally let go completely and cried.