Pretty to pretend

Chapter 15

He was yelling at her to run. Her father was holding her mother cradling her small still frame against his chest, crying in to her hair and still yelling at Hermione to run, to get away. The flames were slowly eating her beautiful house and her lush green lawn. Only it wasn’t green anymore. It was yellow, turning brown as she watched crackling in the fire as it consumed all that she had ever known and loved to be home and safe.

She woke screaming, ripping at the sheets wound around her body attempting to throw them off still shrieking, trying to get to her parents, to save them from their fiery death. Finally removing the twisted sheets from her body she tumbled out of bed just as the door to the bathroom crashed open and a half dressed Draco Malfoy came running in with wand raised and looking for attackers.

“What the…?” he asked as he scanned the room only to find Hermione sprawled on the floor still in just her panties and bra. “What the fuck Granger? Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I thought you were in here being murdered.” He grumbled as he stowed his wand in his wrist sheath and stalked over to her grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to her feet and yanked her toward the bathroom. “Snape says you need to get ready he needs to see you in his office before your first lesson of the day. I was just about to wake you myself when I heard you screaming your bloody head off.” She trailed after him in a daze, tripping over her own feet as he yanked her along.

Pulling her in the bathroom he shoved her toward the shower end of the immense room. “Now get yourself cleaned up while I get dressed, you had better be ready by the time I’m done or I’ll come in there and get you myself. And I wouldn’t want to have to do that princess and neither do you.” He sneered at her letting his eyes trail down her body then back up to her very large golden brown eyes as she attempted to push her once again bushy hair out of them.

Draco spun and stalked off to his door to the bathroom and slammed it behind himself.

Hermione stood there practically naked replaying what had just happened, still in a daze from her horrible dream, processing that they would have lessons, that they would have some sense of normalcy in their lives still. When she realized that she was shaking from the cold she came back to herself. How many times had she been in just her under things in front of Draco and god only knew who else? Disgusted with herself, she turned to the shower and turned it on as hot as it would go, testing the water to find it still cold.

As she turned from the shower and started to remove her bra she looked at the huge pool that was their personal tub and stopped as she dropped her bra on the tiles under her feet. Staring at the spot where she had been laying on the ground when Draco had left her before coming back to retrieve her for the new headmaster. She remember wanting to die, remembered wanting to just let go to give up for those few minutes before remembering who she was and what she needed to do and those who needed her to survive for them to survive. Rubbing her hand down her face she sighed.

“Where are you Harry? I hope you and Ron are alright. Please be alright.” She mumbled softly to herself as she pulled down her panties and left them on the floor as well. Turning back to the shower and checking that the water was warm enough she stepped in trying to ignore the thought at the back of her mind that they might not be ok. That not all the death eaters had stayed to battle her and Neville… Neville. Where was he? She wondered silently to herself. Was he alive, was he ok? She washed her body with the oatmeal soap that she herself had brought not knowing how it had made its way to the shower, her shampoo and conditioner were there as well. Lathering the sweet smelling shampoo in to her filthy hair she sighed as she was transported to a normal place a happy place as the familiar smells and warm water took her aches and pains away at least for the moment.

As she was rinsing the conditioner from her hair she heard shouts coming from the bathroom on Draco’s side. Had she been in there for very long? He seemed to think so as she watched him through the steamy glass of the shower stalk over to her, shouting at her.

“I don’t have time for your ridiculous girly habits; we need to be in the headmaster’s office in 15 minutes! You still need to get dressed and we still need to make our way to the other side of the castle!” He shouted as he grabbed the door handle and yanked trying to open it but Hermione had grabbed the other side trying to keep the door closed.

“Get out GET OUT! I’ll get myself dressed I don’t need your help get out! Leave me alone god damn it! Get the fuck out of here Malfoy!” She was holding on for dear life but he was stronger and her hands were wet as the small handle slipped out her hand and he ripped the door open. She cowered to the back of the shower putting the spray between him and her, trying to cover herself as best she could with just her hands and failing as he stared at her with hate and malice upon his face as he raked his eyes down her body. She was doing a very bad job of coving her body from his eyes and it was very obvious from the look on his face when looked back at hers.

“You think you can tell ME what to do? You disgusting little Mudblood. I do what I want when I want and right now I want you to get out of the bathroom and get dressed and get your ass to the headmaster’s office before I hex you in to the next life!” He growled at her as he reached in through the water and grabbed her forearm yanking her through and out of the shower. She stumbled on the small step attempting to grab a hold of the door frame with her free hand but it slipped off.

Instead of trying to recover her breasts she slapped at his hand to get it off of her, shrieking at him to leave her alone, trying to puller herself away from him and pry his strong fingers from her arm.

Grabbing her wrist with his free hand he yanked it above her head lifting her on to her tippy toes pushing her now against the shower door and turning her pinned it behind her back. Crying out in pain she stopped struggling as he pulled it up farther at a sharper angle than before, her naked breasts being pushed against the cold glass. “Keep it up and I’ll break your fucking arm.” He whispered against her neck as he pressed himself against her backside. “As much as I would loooove to do so I ask you again to never tell me what to do.”

He yanked her away from the shower and started walking her toward her bedroom door.

What a woman she had turned out to be. What happened to the fighting kicking killing Hermione he had heard about? He thought disgustedly. Get her naked and she turns in to a simpering fool. A very naked and attractive fool but still useless unless he wanted to fuck some sense in to her; Which he was disgusted to admit to himself that he wanted to very badly.

She was thinking along the same lines as she walked naked in front of him trying not to whimper, steeling herself against the sharp pain and the humiliation of once again being vulnerable and naked in front of him. He shoved her through her door and she only barely kept herself from falling by grabbing a hold of the sofa in front of her fireplace.

“Now get dressed, I’ll be back in 5 minutes I don’t want to have to see you naked again, just do as you’re told and this will go much smoother. I don’t want to have to be your baby sitter for much longer the sooner you get back to yourself and do what Snape wants the sooner this will be over.” He stalked from the room and slammed the door behind himself as Hermione let out her breath and fell against the couch relieved that he had left that he had not touched her again, that he did not know what she had thought, that she would have wanted him to do so much more. How disgusted she was with herself.