Chapter 5. The Weasel

Hermione turned at the sound of her nickname, knowing who it was before she saw his face. He was the only one who dared call her that; she hated it. She broke away from Draco, turning to walk towards the boys. She had hoped they wouldn't return tonight. She wasn't in the right mindset to deal with them.

As she neared them, she noticed the air around her thicken and her skin prickle, like a warning to turn back. She paused for a moment to look back at Malfoy who had been joined once again by Nott. He had a murderous look in his eye and Theo was whispering something near him, likely trying to calm him down. She felt weirdly comforted knowing they were near. Turning her attention back to the problem before her, she shook off her nervous energy and closed the gap between them.

"I figured you wouldn't come back tonight." She tried to keep her tone level, hoping to keep them calm.

"Well it's a good thing I did, isn't it?" He spat, "What do you think you're doing dancing with Malfoy?"

She rolled her eyes, he had no right to question or be jealous of anything she did. He had been given multiple opportunities to do something about the kiss that had happened between them the night of the battle, but he never did.

"Its honestly none of your business Ronald."

"IT ABSOLUTELY IS MY BUSINESS!" They had now garnered the attention of the entire room.

She felt a pulse of rage in her chest, and turned to look behind her. Malfoy's eyes were blazing, and Theo was doing his best to hold him back. Could she feel his emotions? Hermione took a deep breath and tried to calm her thoughts, she hoped that the feeling would be felt by him the way she felt his rage.

"It isn't. You didn't ask me to go with you. You didn't ask me anything. You kissed me in the Chamber of Secrets the night of the battle and then nothing ever came of it!"

"YES IT DID! DON'T STAND THERE AND TELL ME IT DIDN'T!"

Hermione franticly looked around at all the eyes watching her. Harry was shifting back and forth, not making eye contact.

"Keep your voice down." She whispered.

"Why don't we go talk outside?" he said with a sudden coolness that sent a chill down her spine.

"Fine, just please stop yelling, everyone is watching."

She followed him out the door, but was struck with a crushing squeeze in her chest. Fear coursed through her body. Malfoy was losing his mind, she figured.

I'll be okay

She repeated the sentiment over and over in her head, hoping he would hear it. The doors closed behind her and Ron suddenly grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her down the halls.

"Let go of me!" Hermione said, wrenching her hand out of his grip. "I agreed to talk to you alone, you do not get to grab me!"

He paused for a moment and then snatched her upper arm while throwing a silencing charm at her. Hermione reached for her wand, but he wrenched her arm up until it felt like it would snap out of place. She kept screaming, but it went unheard, clawing at his arm with her other hand.

Through hall after hall he dragged her, further away from any prying eyes. She eyed the Marauders Map, trying to figure out where they were going. He turned a final corner slamming her up against the wall, pinning her arms above her head. He pressed himself up against her, reaching down and running his hand up her leg, lifting her dress in the process. She struggled beneath him, trying to pull her arms free. His hand found the leg holster that housed her wand and pulled it free, tossing it down the hall.

"You think you can just throw yourself all over that death eater? HUH? You think you can turn your back on us? ON ME?"

He had ahold of bother of her hands with his left while his right explored across her body. He grabbed his wand and placed a sticking charm to her hands so he could let them go.

"YOU WANNA BE A PATHETIC DEATH EATER WHORE? I WON'T ALLOW IT! YOU'RE MINE!" He paced for a moment tugging at his hair, before rounding on her again.

He reached up and grasped the front of her dress and yanked, ripping it with ease. It fell to the ground, and she struggled against the sticking charms trying to cover herself. He pressed himself against her again, running his hand down her stomach, the other gripping her neck. His hand slipped beneath her knickers, and into her folds.

"YOU'RE MINE! I EARNED IT! ALL THE WORK I DID TO PROVE MYSELF AFTER I LEFT YOU AND HARRY IN THE FOREST! AND YOU THROW IT ALL AWAY FOR HIM? MALFOY?"

His fingers slipped inside her and tears fell down her cheek. She fought against him pleading with her body not to respond to his touch.

"You see, your body wants me."

He pumped his fingers in and out of her a moment longer. When he pulled his hand free, he stepped back and undid his trousers. He used her fluid on his hands to lubricate his cock, and positioned himself back between her legs.

"No one will love you the way I do 'Mione. I know you just wanted my attention. Well I'm here now. I'm going to make it all better."

He forced his lips against hers as he reached down and tore her knickers off. When she felt him at her center, she bucked to get away, causing Ron to slip. The break in concentration ended the sticking charm and her hands were suddenly free. She cried out, and this time, her voice bellowed through the halls.

"HELP! SOMEONE! MALFOY!" It was instinct to call for him, like the tether was forcing her words, pleading with him to find her.

Ron regained his footing, and attempted to grab her again but she kicked her leg out and made direct contact with he crotch. When he crumpled to the ground she turned to run, but he reached out and caught her foot. Her head hit the ground with a resounding crack and stars erupted in her vision. The world was spinning, but she knew she had to get up. She pulled up to her knees and attempted to stand, but Ron grabbed hold of her and flipped her over. She brought her knee up to hit him again, but he pushed it back down.

She looked up at Ron and saw nothing of the friend she once knew in his eyes. His pupils were blown so wide, all traces of blue gone. He looked like an animal, feral and vicious. She cried out again.

"HELP! PLEASE! HE—"

A fist collided with her cheek stopping her cry. The force of it knocked her head back again the stone floor. She reached up to cover her face but felt another blow hit her brow. Fear like none before flooded her veins. He was going to kill her. Another blow… her ears were ringing. Another blow… she couldn't see. Blackness enveloped her as she fell into the void of unconsciousness.