As promised to one of my wonderful reviewers, ybriKnoswaD, who has been eternally kind a patient, here is the next chapter. I must warn you though, an extremely sensitive scene takes place, so please, if any form of non-con is not your thing, please skip to the end note where there is a summary waiting for you.
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Chapter Six
Another furtive flick of her wand and a muttered Tempus told Hermione it was now past nine and curfew was at half past. Harry had promised to meet her at eight in order to take her back to Gryffindor Tower safely, but for whatever reason, he had failed to do that, or send word he would be delayed.
She chewed her lip indecisively. Hermione knew Harry wouldn't have just forgotten, that something had to have come up for him to not be there to meet her, but for him not so send someone in his place was unusual. She feared something had happened in the Occlumency lesson, or that someone had way-laid him.
Gathering her books and returning them to their rightful places, Hermione left the library at nine fifteen and made the journey back to the tower carefully, keeping her wand in her hand and her eyes peeled for Malfoy, or anyone associated with him.
Making it half-way back, Hermione was ready to breathe a sigh of relief when a hand shot out of a dark alcove and covered her mouth, stopping a scream, another hand grabbing her around the waist and dragging her into the darkness.
The hand removed itself but even as she tried to scream, her voice remained trapped in her throat, a silencing spell in place. Her eyes found her attacker, fear stilling the blood in her veins, her body shaking. She raised her wand to try and defend herself, but a murmured disarming spell had her defenceless and at the mercy of Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, dear me," he purred. "It would appear that you are unable to call for any help. How unfortunate."
Hermione's eyes darted around in an effort to think of some way to get herself out of the situation she was ensnared in, her tears falling down her cheeks.
Malfoy tutted quietly. "Don't cry, little one, it was only a matter of time before you would have to cave and accept the hand of someone."
Without her wand, Hermione knew she couldn't reverse the silencing spell. They had learned wordless magic, but wandless had remained outside her reach for the moment. Still, she thought Finite Incantatem as hard as she could, but without her words the spell was completely useless. Her grasp of wandless magic had unfortunately been something she lacked.
"There was no avoiding it forever, Mudblood. Eventually this would have happened. But, since we will be married soon anyway, I think I've earned the right to test drive you beforehand."
Hermione shrank back from his reaching hand, her instincts kicking in and she struck out with her fist. Malfoy grabbed her balled hand and yanked her forward, crushing his mouth to hers, his tongue forcing past her lips and into her mouth when she gasped silently in shock.
Bile rose in her throat and she struggled to move away, desperate to get the offending muscle out of her mouth. She recalled something her father had told her when she was getting ready to leave for Hogwarts for her first year. 'Remember, princess, if someone tries to hurt you, throw your head into their face with all your strength, then run. No one can grab you if their nose is streaming, their eyes will fill with tears from the pain, then you run as fast as you can.'
Hermione relaxed in his grip and let him plunder her mouth until he pulled back in surprise. She slammed her forehead into his nose as hard as she could, hearing him screech in pain while she darted out of the alcove and took off at a sprint down the corridor, desperate to escape.
She heard Malfoy bellow behind her, shoes thundering off the floor. She turned a corner and tried to flee faster, but the same iron grip that had tugged her into the alcove grabbed her and yanked her back, right back down to the alcove she'd just fled from.
Malfoy's chin and shirt were coated in blood, his grey eyes ablaze in fury. "You little bitch," he hissed. "I suggest you just accept your fate, Potter won't be able to save you this time, I saw Professor Snape take him to the hospital wing."
Hermione's head snapped up and she glared at him, mouthing several words she would never say in anyone else's presence. Malfoy laughed and backed her into the wall of the alcove, a lecherous grin in place as he placed his hands on her hips and ground his hips against her.
"Now, don't make me tie you up, Mudblood. If you try any shit like breaking my nose again, I'll hog tie you and leave you naked in the Great Hall."
She nodded fearfully, giving up on fighting. If he'd really seen Harry being taken to the hospital wing then she knew she couldn't rely on him to rescue her, it must have been why he hadn't been there to meet her from the library.
Hermione closed her eyes when Malfoy traced a hand up her thigh and cupped her through her tights, tears falling faster as she cried silently. He roughly grabbed her left breast and squeezed- hard. She fixed her gaze on a spot on the floor beyond Malfoy's shoulder. There, she spotted her wand laying abandoned.
Staring at it, she thought with all her might to summon it, repeating Accio in her mind again, and again. She swore she saw the wood twitch and roll, then nothing more. Hermione doubled her efforts, almost begging the wand to obey her.
When her tights and panties were Vanished, Hermione knew she either had to get away or she was going to be raped right there in that alcove. She needed to shock him, really throw him off balance. Wordless magic was something she had excelled in, she just needed to get to her wand.
Face burning with shame, Hermione widened her stance, leaving herself open to Malfoy's questing fingers as one sank into her. Chewing her lip to the point she tasted blood, Hermione sobbed in silence until she heard Malfoy groan softly in her ear. "Fuck, you're tighter than I imagined, Mudblood."
He shifted his position, and Hermione struck. Clamping her thighs shut, she trapped his hand between her legs, shoved him hard in the shoulder and threw her weight at him so she could spin them around. Releasing his hand, Hermione shoved him into the wall, her mouth opened in a soundless scream, and smirked when his head connected with the stone wall, eyes glazing over.
She turned, grabbed her wand, and pointed it at his throat. With a silent Finite, Hermione snarled viciously. "I should kill you where you stand," she hissed in fury.
Malfoy grunted in pain and tried to find his feet, blood marring the wall. "Fuck, Granger, I'm bleeding, help me up."
Laughing, Hermione aimed a kick at his chin, but stopped as she swung her leg back. "No, I will not lower myself to hurting you- but I won't help you. I will ensure your expulsion, Malfoy. Nothing your father can do will see you back in this school. Goodnight. Petrificus Totalus!"
Hermione turned and ran away, sprinting for the headmaster's office before anyone could come along and free Malfoy, and allowing him to come after her. She gave the password to gain entry and ran up the stairs, bursting into the office just as her tears began again.
"My dear girl, whatever has happened?" The headmaster called kindly from behind his desk, rising to his feet quickly.
Hermione collapsed to the floor sobbing, the door closing silently behind her as the aged wizard kindly approached her, kneeling before her distraught form, a look of deep worry on his face when the young Gryffindor cringed away from his touch.
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"…he should have woken by now, Poppy…"
"…either way, he needs to rest until his body is ready for him…"
Harry groaned, his head thumping in pain, the voices waking him from sleep, though he had no idea why both Madam Pomfrey and the Headmaster were in his dormitory. Hadn't he had an Occlumency lesson with Snape? But how did he get to bed?
Then it all came rushing back, the pain, the screaming, being carried. Something had gone wrong and he'd fainted. He cracked his eyes to find the bleach white walls and ceiling of the Infirmary greeting him, the light far too bright. He hissed in agony and tried to claw the covers over his head.
"The light!" Someone hissed. Snape?
The room darkened, and Harry opened his eyes again, his blurred vision finding the dark figure standing at the foot of his bed. Definitely Snape- no one dressed in all black apart from him.
"Where m'I?" He mumbled groggily.
The dark figure swam partially into focus. "You are in the hospital wing, Mr. Potter, you've been unconscious for two days," Snape informed him.
Harry bolted upright and swung his arm out to grab his glasses, the wire frames pressed into his other hand. "Here." That was Pomfrey. Slipping them on his face, Harry ignored the thundering in his head. "Two days? You mean it's Friday?"
Snape nodded. "Indeed. I'm afraid that we were unable to wake you after the failed lesson. I must apologise, Potter. I pushed you further than needed, and in doing so, inadvertently weakened you. It is my fault you were taken ill."
He was pretty sure his eyes were comically wide in shock. "Err, well, I guess it's okay. I mean, it's not like you intended to make me sick." He realised it must have been really bad, Snape never apologised to anyone, ever.
The professor shook his head. "You misunderstand me. I weakened your mind. On my final attempt to attack, the Dark Lord saw fit to launch his own attack, our minds clashed in yours and this caused damage to you- this is why you were in so much pain, delusional, in fact. You were talking to someone else, something about getting up early. When our minds clashed in yours, this, in effect, caused a shortage in your brain."
Harry frowned. "So, you blew my head up?"
Snape's lips twitched marginally. "Yes, essentially. You are fine, of course, but your body, and mind, needed the time to repair themselves after the damage caused. You had already complained to me you were feeling unwell, but I did not listen and put you in danger in doing so. I am sorry, Harry."
He blinked stupidly at Snape and laughed. "Wow, I think that's the first, and only time, you've ever called me Harry."
The tension dissipated from the room, and Harry gingerly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, testing his balance. "Erm, Madam Pomfrey, could I get a pain potion? My head is still thumping."
The mediwitch produced said potion in a flash and pulled the curtain around his bed so he could dress in peace. He noticed that the slipper-shoes of the headmaster remained there, whereas Snape's boots had been heard clipping across the tiled floor of the Infirmary and disappeared.
Dressed, and potion swallowed with a grimace, Harry pulled back the curtain and met the headmaster's face with a guarded look. "Is there something wrong, sir?"
Dumbledore sat on the bed Harry had just vacated, looking every year of his age. "I'm afraid so, Harry. While you were unconscious, there was…an incident."
Fear shot through Harry. "An incident?"
The headmaster nodded. "I must ask that you do not act rashly, Harry. Not only for your own sake, but for Miss Granger's too."
The fear intensified. "What happened?" Harry demanded.
Summary: After Harry faints from the lesson with Snape, Hermione decides to make her own way back to Gryffindor tower with curfew closing in. Unfortunately, she is accosted by Draco Malfoy and sexually assaulted. She manages to get away and runs to Dumbledore's office. Meanwhile, Harry wakes up and is essentially told that when Snape tried to break into his mind again using Legillimency, Voldemort tried the same thing through his and Harry's connection and caused Harry's brain to short out/shut down.
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