Chapter 3
The weekend passed with many dreams and four more night time incidents before Tuesday came around, bringing with it another unsuccessful flying session and another dream filled night.
Watching Hermione practising at lunchtime turned Draco on. He couldn't deny that, and that was how it came to be that Wednesday lunchtime Hermione discovered him. She was mid set when the cupboard nearest her gave a soft muffled moan. Prepared to defend herself she flung the cupboard door open only to find herself face to face with none other that Draco "Malfoy, what are you...?" she gasped as she saw where his hand was. " Are you? Were you? Watching me?"
Draco thought she sounded surprised. Did she not realise how hot she was? He saw her eyes widen in fear. Her confident front slipping. The strong fight in the well practised young girl gone.
"Hermione, I ..." he started "Please..." he begged stepping out of the cupboard starting towards her. She was walking backwards away from him. "I'm sorry" he said, but he didn't think she heard him.
She was mumbling incoherently to herself, curling herself tightly into a corner, arms wrapped tightly around her knees. She seemed terrified of him. Draco Malfoy.
"Hermione" he tried again "I didn't mean to scare you, please, let me help you, come here".
Obediently she picked herself up and walked to Draco. She lifted her arms as she reached him. Quickly realiseing he wasn't going to take her top off, she removed it for him, Nuzzling into him he suddenly realised what she was doing.
"Hermione no, stop" he heard himself saying. What was wrong with him he thought. This is what he had wanted all this time and now she was stripping willingly in front of him he was stopping her.
He took hold of her arms. "Stop" he said firmly, his eyes running over her, ribs sticking out, her tiny breasts and, oh wow, there were rows and rows of red raw looking cuts beneath her breasts, lining her ribs, crossing her stomach. "Hermione" he whispered, looking up into her tear streaked face. He pulled her top back down and she ran from the room.
Draco was worried about Hermione. That night he dreamt he was in a muggle strip club and the next dancer through the curtains was Hermione. The other punters around him whooped and hollered when the saw the tiny girl. She was obviously very popular. Money was thrown at her from all directions and he saw her approach a man who beaconed to her. He looked greasy and slimy. Absolute filth he thought, but he saw Hermiones tight little smile slip as she nodded at the man before returning to the stage. The man grabbed her and kissed her roughly before she was dragged away by the club manager. There was only one way Draco would find out what was going on and so regretably he approached the older man.
When it was quitting time he stayed with the older man and a few other guys waiting for Hermione to leave. As soon as she emerged she obediently followed the group to a nearby parked white v-dub transporter. Draco watched frozen to the spot as each man in turn took Hermione in the van and made cuts across her ribs and stomach before the knife was passed to Draco.
He panicked and awoke, drenched in sweat. Gratefully he discovered he had not had an incident, but he vowed to ask Hermione today, when they had their flying practice, about the previous day.