Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
a/n will try a chapter a day.
New Friendships
"Blaise sit here by me." The blond enemy called, "I have a better idea, Miss Granger, you sit next to me, and Blaise sits next to Daphne."
Blaise smile dazzled her, "That sounds like a good plan." He winked at Daphne and blew Hermione an air kiss.
"No, it doesn't, Blaise darling." She retorted between clenched teeth.
Before she could complain, Greg Goyle, the enforcer, held her by her waist as if she were a mere twig and sat her by the hated snake.
"Greg, thanks for helping Miss Granger. Theo, pour a glass of champagne for our dear guest." Draco rested his arm around Hermione's chair. Astoria stood up and pushed her chair in.
Draco didn't even turn around, "If you leave, you go alone. Don't be a baby if you still want to wear my ring, if not, give to Blaise, you grow tiresome. I have an altogether better idea, give it back, the engagement wasn't official. I want beauty and brains. Blaise, my ring?"
Blaise stood, Astoria slapped the ring on Blaise's hand, turned around and left. Blaise put the ring in his pocket.
Several laughs rang around the table, and a few nasty stares came by Hermione's way. Hermione couldn't believe the callous behavior.
Daphne winked at Hermione, "My half-sister is a dimwit, but Draco likes her type, blond and empty. Don't worry she'll worm her way back." She smiled, "By the way, I hardly recognize you, you are gorgeous tonight. I am glad that you don't dress like this at work, the wizards would never get any work done."
"Aye," answered Blaise, who also worked at the Ministry but not at her office, then took Daphne's hand to kiss the top, gallantly.
Daphne worked as one of the legal clerks at her office, a special bureau right under Kingsley. Hermione, at her young age, had achieved great success. While not a Minister, she was an assistant Deputy to Kingsley. They managed a type of Special Affairs operation, conducting investigations as required by Kingsley. They were not Unspeakables, but a liaison between several ministerial offices, doing the groundwork for King.
"Thanks," she answered curtly, squirming on her seat because Draco's hand was now touching her shoulder while pulling a stray curl around his pinkie.
Everyone was back at their business, but Blaise looked on, his eyes enjoying the view. He sat back with a drink and just looked. She felt trapped, as a mouse being stalked by two giant snakes. Remembering that Blaise's moniker was the Looker, she wondered where the name came from.
The music was playing an old tune, to Hermione it sounded like elevator music.
Draco stood up and pulled her up with him, "Shall we?" he asked.
She yanked her arm, "No, I'm leaving."
"She is, she is coming with me." It was Harry, again. He grabbed her other arm and pulled.
She saw a flurry of movement right in front of her eyes, Greg had freed her arm from Harry and stood between the two of them.
Hermione noticed many eyes upon them, and she blushed furiously.
"Harry, go back to your table, you are embarrassing me. Go away, you have no right to do this. What is it with you?" Then, she turned to look at Draco, "Yes, a dance is just what I need."
"I am next," Blaise added, "Quill my name." He grinned again and turned to talk to his friends.
Draco was surprisingly subdued and nearly morose, he was a good dancer, but a minute into the dance, "My ankle is hurting badly, I must sit down, please excuse me." He was truly limping. Hermione was amazed at his politeness.
On their way back, she saw Harry, he smiled nastily and bent to touch his ankle. He had hexed Draco. Hermione glared at him, he needed to leave her alone. Mostly, because she still cared, making it hard to resist him. It was no longer a choice; it was necessary now that Ginny was pregnant; but there was no denying how much it hurt. Though she had hoped until recently, until tonight to be honest she had to cut any ties, right here and now.
Attack
While Draco hobbled his way back, Hermione excused herself to go to the toilet. On her way, she changed her mind and stopped at the Apparation point. Impulsively she decided to go home, but before she Apparated, someone wrapped an arm around her waist and sided-along with her.
Hermione struggled to free herself, no luck. Upon Apparating into her living room, Harry reached for her wand and threw it away from them, landing on the other side of the room. He wasted no time, his hands and lips were everywhere, all at once.
"Harry, no, leave, you cannot do this to me." Hermione was crying and fighting him, but Harry was much stronger.
"You are mine, mine. You cannot abandon me." He was in a rage.
"You left me, let me be," she fought him, but she wasn't a match for a fit Auror.
"You are always the strong one, how do you know what is to be me?" Harry argued.
While he tore her clothes, with a wandless gesture, he lost his trousers. She could feel his hot arousal upon her. "No, no, you don't want to do this. Please stop."
He pushed her into the couch, he wasn't listening, because he could feel her responding, his hand went inside her knickers, confirming her arousal. Unfortunately, she was unable to control her body's responses as far as Harry was concerned.
"You want me, don't deny it." His knee parted her legs, "I love you. It wasn't my fault she came to me when I was drunk, forgive me. Please do. We can make a baby."
"No, are you insane?" She sobbed and screamed, "Someone help me."
"Nobody is here, just love me, and don't scream my Hermione." He coaxed her in a soft voice while he bit her neck, her lips, her neck, mad with lust. Then latched his teeth on her shoulder to still her. He ripped her knickers off and forced her legs to open.
He was poised to penetrate her when her door exploded, Greg and Blaise stood right at the door with Daphne by their side.
Blaise and Greg were already by Harry, pointing a wand at him. "Let her go, right now," Greg ordered him.
Harry turned around holding his wand. "Leave, this is none of your business, Hermione and I want to be alone." His breathing was hard.
Unreal, he was fully erect, Blaise noticed. It made his blood boil; this was to the left of wrong.
'Miss Granger, is he correct?" Greg asked respectfully.
"He is not. Look at her, she is bruised, and he destroyed her clothes." Daphne stood right by Hermione.
Hermione didn't want Harry's life to be hurt by this. She was angry, but she cared for him more than she should. Ron's murder had left him unstable, too many deaths in his life. She was in denial, Harry had been selfish, without Ron he would lose the Weasley.
"Harry let me go. You should leave," she looked at Harry. She wouldn't blame him.
"Could you stay while he leaves?" She asked the three late arrivals.
"I am not leaving, they should go." Harry neither lowered his wand, nor moved his body. Blaise wanted to castrate him.
"I think you will. If you don't, I will report that witnessed you attacking Miss Granger. I will Floo the Aurors right now and let them decide on their own," Blaise interjected.
"How did you get here?" Harry asked, still staying and not letting her go, defiantly pressing his still aroused cock against her.
"I have been here before, I have her permission to Apparate here, I am her assistant." Daphne answered.
"We were coming to check on her and to bring her this." Daphne showed them Hermione's lace and mink wrap, the one that belonged to a grandmother. She didn't add that she could swear a voice whispered, "Take her shawl, hurry, she is in danger, don't go alone," though the voice sounded familiar, someone from Hogwarts, she couldn't place it.
"Miss Granger, I noticed you left it, and we decided to stop here on our way home." Greg explained. When his arm went around Daphne, she snuggled against him.
Hermione looked at Greg for the first time, he had a lost a lot of weight, and he was not bad looking, actually rather hot, very handsome. If possible, he was taller, talking about a change.
"Thanks, Greg. And Harry, this is bad enough, leave, and we can talk later this week, at work." Hermione told Harry.
Harry had just noticed his lack of trousers and underwear, and was no longer aroused, which they all appreciated. He waved his wand to dress.
"I am going, but we are not finished. We must talk, and the rest of you leave with me." Harry= ordered.
When he stood, the wizards averted their eyes; Hermione was totally exposed after Harry had shredded the chiffon dress and her knickers. They could see she has bitten and bruised.
Blaise and Greg walked towards Harry, "Leave before I do something I will regret. I like my freedom, leave now. Best that you know, I will go to see the Minister, I am not done." Blaise told Harry, holding his lips tightly after he spoke.
"Ha, like he will believe you. I have some dirt on you. Forget this, or you will pay." Harry was behaving irrationally.
Someone had come by the Floo, Kingsley, but in the ruckus they hadn't heard. He had not entered the room just yet.
"Harry, go back to the ball. I was alerted by the Aurors that Miss Granger had activated the emergency system calling for help. Something we installed at my office after I coordinated with your boss. I heard her and knowing her, she plans to ignore this, but I will advise her against it. For now, leave, and as long as you leave her alone, I will respect her wishes." Kingsley was making an effort to stay calm.
"Go son, go before I change your mind; I promise you that I will have no mercy if you break my trust. Let her be, you made your choice, live with it. Not the best choice but it is yours. What is wrong with you? Go."
Harry ran away to the Floo, threw Floo powder and disappeared.
Kingsley went by Hermione's side. "Miss Granger, my dear, do you require a healer, did he, ahem, did he force himself on you?"
"No, there wasn't enough time, barely. He might have some, it is partly my fault; I should have left this place." Hermione's voice is but a thread.
"No, no, what he did is wrong, if not a healer, please come and stay with my wife and I. Andy would love to have you." He asked again.
"No need sir, Greg and I will stay here in the couch, and Daphne can stay in her room." Blaise looked at Hermione who was now wrapped in a throw that Daphne had pulled from a basket.
Hermione didn't want to stay alone because she was afraid, "Yes, thank you, I like that. My parents had no family, they were children of the second Muggle World War survivors, now dead. All their relatives were killed; their guardians, who I called my grandparents were killed in a plane accident. So, you see, I am rather alone. Thanks."
She just didn't know her parents has been called too soon and couldn't let her know, one day, maybe soon, things would be different. They fought it. Thru subterfuge and elaborate schemes, had wanted to keep her existence a secret. It had been difficult, a gift of love. She didn't know that the Magical world was only one of others equally secret but not less real.
Kingsley added, "Sweet dear, before the Aurors came I swear that I heard…never mind. Don't excuse him, he is changed; he has stepped on the wrong pathway. With his powerful magic he could become quite dangerous."
Two shadows took their places, although they were dead to this world, they had been granted a chance right before they moved on. They wanted to look over the ones they loved, but one had turned bad. They might have a chance to do it again if she could be saved. Kingsley was right, Harry had stepped onto a road to darkness.
Blaise
"Miss Granger, tomorrow you can stay with my cousin and I. He is traveling today. I don't think you should be here alone. Or you could stay with my mother. By the way, I think you need to press charges."
"Why did you come? When I left, you were all having a good time." Hermione asked.
Greg blushed, "Draco asked me to follow you; we both saw Harry following you. Daphne is my fiancée, and she told me that had permission to Apparate at your door. Daphne also heard something; someone whispered, telling her that we needed to come. Blaise offered to come with us because Draco still cannot walk."
"I guess that I owe an apology to Draco." Hermione sighed.
"I guess you do," Daphne winked at Hermione.
"Miss Granger, Theo is a healer, would you allow him to look at you. You are bruised, badly." Blaise asked.
Hermione broke in tears, and Blaise held her to his chest. Maybe my mother is right, maybe. She is more than her blood and would be good for any of us, Blaise thought.
"Yes, you are right, you are." She could barely speak since grief and sorrow were breaking her heart.
Harry
He came home to Grimmauld, the newly renovated place since Ginny wanted to entertain. He lied, he wanted children and thought that Ginny might be a better choice. She would keep a child, not like Hermione; never mind it happened when she was injured during the attack and took a hit for him.
"Arse," yes, he heard that. "She took a hit for you, a waste, her baby was a better choice."
"Sirius?" He looked around, he heard them often, Sirius and Ron, they were 'mad' at him. Mad was not quite right, they wanted him dead before he caused more hurt and damage. They had told him so, they preferred that he died before he lost his way entirely.
"Are you doing this again? There is nobody here, the ghosts are in Hogwarts." Ginny whined.
"I am not so sure." He heard their chuckles. "We feel real enough."
"Why are you wearing your trousers inside out. Did the Mudblood…" Ginny noticed.
A hand covered her mouth. "Never, ever, say that word, I told you before." Harry snarled.
"You's nasty, Mr. Sirius says that he knows." Kreecher interjected.
Molly made a big scene and told Ginny to stay for the night, she did.
That night, Harry dreamed about the happy two years, about all that happened and suspicions took form. He remembered Ginny's threats, some that he had conveniently ignored. He remembered shagging her earlier that tragic day. At the end, he made plans to get Hermione by force if necessary.
He quit making plans when a naked body lay by his. "You are still leaving tomorrow; this doesn't change it." He closed his eyes when Ginny's hand reached for him.
Hermione
"Miss Granger, Mr. Kingsley is waiting for you," his secretary came to get her three days later.
"My dear witch, I had two visitors today, Lady Zabini and Lady Pucey. They said they saw you, and she demands that you press charges. They think I am protecting Harry, and even my wife is mad at me. I saw you, and all the witness were asked to provide their memories. I had the vials brought to me because I don't want Harry to destroy them." Kingsley looked at her.
"I cannot, Harry is unhinged, Ron's murder was too much to deal with. Please let it go." Hermione asked.
Kingsley was unhappy, "If that is the case, he needs help. But I worry about you. He might really hurt you next time; I will be watching. One last question, have you heard Ron?"
"Not sure." She had but didn't want to discuss it.
"I see, please don't stay alone." Kingsley insisted.
She was already afraid, there was no need to warn her. Ron had told her to never be alone; it sounded like him. She really missed him, thinking about him, a tear ran down her cheek.