If This Were A Normal Day...

A/N: ok, this gets pretty adult as it goes on down...be warned. Rape scence.
We don’t own Harry Potter, but we’d like to.

Chapter 10
Visitors


Hermione was growing increasingly nervous about this evening. She knew she would only have once shot to make this all ok with Harry. She bit her nails and paced back and forth in the common room.

“I really wish you’d stop that.” Draco called from his seat on the couch. Hermione was startled out of her thoughts.

“Huh?” she replied.

“The pacing, its becoming irritating and you’re wearing a track in the carpet.” He gave her a light smile and patted the cushion beside him.

She reluctantly sat down and he wrapped his arm around her.

“I mean,” she started “You’re going to be nice, right? No insults or slurs about Ginny and Ron’s family. No calling Harry names, right?” She bit her bottom lip.

Draco sighed deeply.

“I can’t make any promises, but I will say I’ll do my best. How\'s that?”

Hermione smiled.

“I suppose if that\'s as good as I’m going to get...”

Draco leaned in and gave her a soft, slow kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lay her back on the couch and climbed on top of her. He was beginning to undo the buttons on Hermione’s top when there was a knock at the common room door.

He groaned with irritation.

“I really do hate them.” he said as she pushed him off of her.

“Shhh!” Hermione cried. “Don’t say that!”

“Ok, I really hate their timing.” Draco sat back and folded his arms.

He heard Hermione open the common room door and greet Ginny. For a moment, he thought Ginny was the only one there.

“Ok, I can do this. I can deal with the Weaslette.” he thought, but when they rounded the corner he seen that Ginny was, in fact, flanked by an angry looking Harry and a deeply saddened Ron.

“Hi Malf- um...Draco” Ginny greeted him.

“Hi Weasle- um...Ginny” Draco replied, mocking her, with a smile.

Ginny took a seat next to him. He looked at her curiously and then became slightly irritated as he remembered what he and Hermione had been doing on the very spot just seconds earlier.

“Fuckers..” Draco thought. “They ruin everything..”

Obviously, Ginny was putting forth an effort to make Hermione happy. Draco noticed he was staring at Ginny. Unfortunately, so did Harry.

“Got a problem, Malfoy?” He sneered, not really caring to use his last name.

“No, Potter, none at all.” Draco replied coolly, giving Harry a smile. The smile may have looked like a polite gesture, but Harry and Draco both knew better.

“Ok, well, um...” Hermione began “How about some hot chocolate?”

“That sounds great!” Ginny said, taking Hermione’s lead. “How about I help you?”

While the two girls busied themselves making the hot chocolate, Harry and Draco did nothing more than glare at each other. Ron, however, looked at no one. His eyes were fixed on the carpet, studying it intently.

Harry leaned forward, just out of earshot.

“So what exactly is it that you’re playing at, Malfoy?” he hissed.

Draco leaned forward as well.

“Would you care to explain yourself?” he hissed back at Harry.

“Almost 7 years of torturing her and now suddenly, you\'re in love. It doesn’t add up and I’m not going to stand for it.”

“Well, Potter..” Draco began in that calm, but venomous tone “it doesn’t matter what you\'re prepared to stand for. Hermione stands for it and she\'s the one who counts, isn’t she?” putting particular emphasis on the phrase “stands for it”.

Harry caught the crude joke.

“You’re disgusting, you know that? If that’s all you wanted, don’t you have Pansy for that?”

“Honestly, is it that hard to believe that I actually may like her, not just having sex with her?” He smirked and leaned forward even farther to whisper. “Which I am.”

He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to piss Potter off.

But the reaction didn’t come from Harry.

Ron stood up and immediately leaped across the common room coffee table and seized Draco about the throat.

He had caught him off guard so for a moment, all Draco could do was stare wide-eyed at the red haired boy who was choking him. Once he regained his wits, he brought his right hand up and hit him hard in the side of the head. Ron toppled for a moment, but then regained his grip on Draco’s throat.

Hermione and Ginny dropped their coffee mugs of hot chocolate and ran with Harry hot on their heels to pull Ron off of him.

“Ron!” cried Hermione. “Get off of him!” Hermione was jerking at his shoulders, but had little success in separating the two muscular Quidditch players.

Finally, it was Harry who dislodged Ron from Draco.

“Let it go, man..” Harry said, holding Ron back.

Hermione stepped in front of Draco and pressed her back up against him. Draco smirked at them from over her shoulder.

“I think we should go..” said Harry, casting Hermione a traitorous look.

Ginny gave Hermione an apologetic look, before following Harry and Ron out of the common room.

Hermione turned to Draco.

“What the hell was that about?!?” she demanded.

“I don’t know! Harry started questioning me and suddenly Weasel jumped up and attacked me! I don’t think he\'s taking this whole you and me thing very well. He seems a bit unstable.” he said, reaching up and rubbing his throat.

Hermione’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Harry said he was pretty torn up about it. I don’t know. I think I’m going to lay down.” She turned and disappeared (to Draco’s disappointment) into her own bedroom.

He sat there for a moment, then turned and went into his room as well.

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Hermione was almost asleep when she felt her stomach lurch.

“Oh Merlin..” she thought.

She jumped and ran for the bathroom. When she made it to the toilet, everything came up.

She heaved, straining the muscles in her face and throat and popping tiny blood vessels under her eyes.

“Uuugh..” she groaned and sat up and wiped her mouth.

“I guess getting upset like that had more of an effect on me than I thought.”

She got up and ran her tooth brush over her teeth to get rid of the flavor of vomit.

She went back to her room and curled up on the bed.

She heard Draco enter silently.

“Hey..” he whispered, getting in the bed behind her and pulling her close to him. “Are you still mad at me?”

She didn’t speak, but he could see her kind of smirking.

He leaned and kissed her softly on the neck. She still didn’t move.

“Hmm......” he said. “How about we try this then?”

He turned her over and kissed down her neck onto her shoulder while unbuttoning her shirt. He kissed down her cleavage and noticed she was biting her lip to stifle her moans.

He pushed back her bra and gently took one of her nipples into his mouth.

She couldn’t hold it anymore. She groaned loudly and wrapped her arms around his head, running her fingers through his hair.

He moved back up and kissed her gently on the lips.

“So you’re not mad at me?” he whispered, stroking her cheek.

She sighed deeply.

“No, I’m not mad at you.” she whispered, smiling at him. “Actually, I think you were quite nice.”

She jumped up on her knees and removed his shirt before pushing him backward. She climbed up on his stomach straddling him.

Hermione leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth before trailing them down his neck. She started to lick her way down his hard muscular chest to his ripped flat abs, when he arched his back slightly and let out a soft moan.

The pace of his breathing quickened as she undone the button to his pants and tugged them down along with his boxers.

He gasped when he felt her mouth on the inside of his thighs.

“What are you doing?!?” he mind screamed.

“Oh would you please just shut up!” he mind screamed back.

She parted her lips and let his dick slide in her mouth. He inhaled sharply at the contact and slowly began to move his hips.

“This isn’t so bad..” Hermione thought, slowly letting him slip in and out of her mouth.

“Oh, Granger!“ he cried, tangling his fingers in her hair.

She could taste the precome welling up on the top of his cock. She ran her tongue over the tip and licked it off before sliding him back into her mouth.

His breathing was labored and his hips were pumping furiously.

Finally, he cried “I’m going to come..” and was shocked when she didn’t take her mouth away.

He groaned loudly while emptying himself into her mouth. He lifted his head slightly to watch her swallowing it.

He collapsed onto the bed as she moved back up to lay beside him. He pulled her into his arms and she lay her head on his chest.

“Have I ever told you how crazy I am about you?” he asked.

She smiled up at him before nestling her head against his neck.

They lay there in silence for an hour or so before Malfoy finally spoke.

“I think I’m going to walk down to the Slytherin common room. See what Blaise is up to. I’ve barely seen him in ages and he’s probably getting pretty pissed.”

“Ok” Hermione smiled at him. He kissed her softly on the head before pulling up his pants and exiting her bedroom.

She heard the door to the common room shut and she turned over.

“Maybe I’ll go have a shower.” she thought.

She entered the bathroom and stepped under the hot running water. She washed her hair and bathed quickly.

When she stepped out, she noticed that she, once again, had forgotten to bring clothes with her.

“No big deal,” she said aloud to herself. “I’ll just wrap a towel around me. Not like Draco hasn’t seen it before. Hell, he\'s been up close and personal with it.”

She tucked the towel around her and stepped out of the bathroom.

To her utter shock, she was facing Ron. He had a lost, glazed look in his eyes and no expression on his face. Under his eyes were red and slightly puffy.

Hermione took a small step back. He looked insane. He just stood there, looming over her.

“Umm....H-hi Ron, um...what are you doing here?” she asked slowly.

He didn’t speak, just let his eyes roam over her, holding that insane glazed look in them.

She thought about running back into the bathroom and staying there until Draco came back, but Ron was one step ahead of her. His arm snapped out and seized her around the wrist. He pushed her roughly up against the wall.

“I heard you.” he whispered softly in her ear.

“H-heard me?” she asked nervously. “Ron, how long have you been here?”

He ignored her question.

He instead asked

“What does Malfoy do for you that I can’t...hmm?”

He spun her around and jerked off her towel.

Her mind spun wildly.

“I mean, I’ve known Ron for ages!” she thought. “He\'s not dangerous! He wouldn’t really hurt me...Would he?”

But when his hand reached up and grabbed her left breast, she began to seriously panic.

“Ron!” she cried. “Let go of me!”

He didn’t seem to hear her. He continued to grope and pinch at her breast, grinding his erection into her naked backside.

“See?” he whispered into her ear. “I can be just as good as Malfoy.”

“Ron, please,” she whispered through sobs. “If you’ll just let me go, I won’t tell anyone and we can just forget this ever happened.”

It was useless.

He leaned in and began to kiss and suck on her neck. His hands roamed freely over her body.

“I love you so much, Hermione. Why did you have to do this? Why did you have to make me do this?”

He paused for a moment before hoisting her up over his shoulder and heading toward her bedroom.

He threw her onto the bed hard. Hermione, in a sudden burst of bravery, turned and tried to wiggle off the other side, but he grabbed her leg and drug her back.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled her shoulders. To Hermione’s horror, he undone his pants.

“Open your mouth.” he commanded.

Hermione sobbed and turned her head away.

He grabbed her hair tightly and spun her face back around.

“I said open your mouth now!” he warned.

She slowly parted her lips and he thrust himself into her mouth.

“.....good girl....” he purred, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “......just like that....thats a good girl...”

She thought seriously about biting him, but thought given his present state of mind, that was probably a bad idea. Ron wasn’t a little boy anymore. In fact, he was almost as large as Draco. He could easily beat her to a bloody pulp if the mood so struck him.

Just like Draco earlier, she could taste his precome in her mouth, but unlike Draco, this was very unpleasant. She started to gag. Ron looked down at her and smiled slightly at the sight of her and gently stroking her cheek.

He pulled himself out of her mouth. For a moment, she thought it might be over and he was going to leave, but instead, in one fluid motion, he flipped her over and thrust himself into her.

Hermione screamed and clawed at the sheets, trying to get away, but held her securely around the waist.

At first, he was thrusting hard and fast into her, but his pace slowed and he pulled himself out.

“Is it over?” she thought. “Oh Merlin, please let it be over..”

He turned her over again and, more gently this time, slid back into her. Hermione cried out again and stiffened her body, trying to bear the pain.

He leaned down close and whispered in her ear.

“Tell me you love me.”

“No” she hissed back. “I don’t love you.”

He raised up and slapped her hard across the face.

“I said tell me you love me God damn it!” he spat at her.

“I....I love you.” she whispered through fresh tears.

He leaned back onto her and continued to move in and out of her.

“Say it again...and say my name....”

“I- I love you, Ron.” she managed to choke out.

He sighed and kissed her on the mouth, forcing his tongue inside.

His body tensed and he let out a low growl. Hermione recognized this action. He had just released inside her.

He was still on top her when the door to her room opened.

“Hey Hermione, have you seen- WHAT THE HELL?” Harry yelled.

Ron turned over, startled, to reveal a hysterical Hermione with blood slowly trickling down her thighs. There was a slight bruise forming on her cheek.

Harry roughly grabbed Ron by the collar of the shirt and pushed him out the door.

“Wait out here!” He commanded.

Harry walked over to Hermione.

“Are you okay?” he asked, taking a blanket off the floor and wrapping her naked body in it.

“No I’m not o-fucking-kay!” she screamed at him.

Ron poked his head back into the bedroom. Hermione cringed.

“Ron, what the hell where you doing? I told you to come apologize to her, not beat the shit out of her, then rape her! Do you know what’s going to happen when she lets Draco know about this??”

Ron’s eyes lost that glazed look and for the first moment, he looked really and truly frightened.

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As if on cue, Draco re-entered the common room. He saw Ron standing in the doorway to Hermione’s bedroom.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Harry jumped out and shut the portrait door. Minutes later, Hermione emerged in pajama pants and a tank top. She had her arms wrapped around herself and she was sobbing and shaking slightly.

Everyone was silent for a moment, then Harry spoke up.

“Nothing Malfoy, just a little argument, but I think we have it sorted out. We’ll just be going.” he said casting Hermione a stern look before grabbing a once again dazed looking Ron and dragging him out of the common room.

Draco cocked his head to the side.

“That was weird.” He said, turning to Hermione.

She clasped her hand over her mouth and ran for the bathroom.

Draco followed her and held her hair back while she once again wretched into the toilet.