Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Hermione stumbled slightly and she closed her eyes. Romilda’s smirking flushed face burned into her retinas. Hermione turned around and walked calmly to Romilda lying on the bed.

Something irrational grabbed hold of Hermione and she could not explain what happened next.

Suddenly, Romilda was wedged between the bed and the wall on the opposite side, and Hermione heard shouting. Her hands were squeezing something soft and fleshy. Hermione felt detached as she continued to press down on the soft flesh. Then suddenly a POP was heard and Hermione could hear a choking, screaming noise coming from Romilda’s very red face.

“Not an attractive shade of red Romilda.” Hermione laughed, and her fingers made a bruised impression about her throat, while Romilda scratched wildly at her arms. Hermione just stared coldly down at her.

“Draco didn’t tell you how possessive I am, I guess?” Hermione idly spoke while Romilda screeched without being able to breath. Romilda’s legs kicked out from under Hermione’s choking hold.

Draco suddenly mobilized, realizing he had been standing in shock over the violence that Hermione was doing to Romilda.

He leapt over the bed and tried to pry Hermione off her.

“Merlin, Hermione! Let go of her!” Draco hollered but Hermione’s skinny arms were in a death lock. “You’re killing her! Stop!”

Draco finally eased Hermione’s hands back, and Romilda started to choke and tears of panic caused her dark eyes to water. Romilda spat. “You will pay for that Mudblood.”

Hermione’s eyes flashed with anger again and she leapt back on her. Her fist came down to break the skin at Romilda’s cheekbone. Romilda screamed and scooted back away from Hermione, as Draco tried to grab her before she hit her again.

“Draco!” Romilda whined, holding her hand to cheek.

Draco felt the irrepressible urge to start laughing. He snorted and then began to chuckle, as he looked at Romilda, cowering naked in the corner of the room, while a Gryffindor Lion was stalking her.

Romilda grabbed her robes on the bed and she fled the room suddenly.

Hermione turned her raw expression on Draco. Her eyes blanketed with hatred in their amber depths.

Draco suddenly fell quiet, taking in her anguished features. He observed the ever-changing emotions flitter over Hermione’s face with a cold critical eye.

“Quite the savage, eh Mudblood?” Draco finally spoke.

Hermione’s hand leapt out and cracked across his jaw. The sound of the smack was deafening.

Draco reached up to rub his jaw. “You hit like a Huffelpuff.”

Draco smiled unpleasantly and he pulled Hermione closer to him. He could smell her hair suddenly, and his nostrils twitched as they dragged in her tantalizing scent. Draco seemed to lose focus.

Hermione’s chest heaved as she struggled with the overwhelming pain that seemed to be trying eat her alive. Seeing Draco inside that …. That thing, made her finally snap.

She was hours away from escaping and she was jeopardizing everything. She could feel her heart splitting in half, deadening as his beautiful eyes surveyed her with such coolness.

“You’re doing a terrible job of convincing me you love me, Draco.” Hermione spat with contempt.

“You almost had me fooled back there in detention. Oh Hermione… Do it. Nobody else should suffer because of me… I love you…” The words poured out of her and he flinched hearing his heartfelt words from Hermione’s scorn-filled lips.


“You’re sick.” She whispered with loathing. “Do you like having the Crucio used on you? Is that it?”

Hermione could not rationalize why she was baiting him, other then the fact that she knew soon she would be gone and she had to know. She would die from wondering, or hoping that Draco had been truthful. She had to hear it from his lips.

Draco stared out the window, not facing her. Hermione pushed against him, her tiny fists connecting with his broad unmovable chest. “Why you bastard? Tell me?”

Her anger broke and she began to feel her throat closing up. The burning feeling in her chest was beginning to spread. Draco was not responding. His expression was stony.

“To be honest, I needed to kill time until my someone worthwhile was in my bed. You did not really think that a Mudblood would fulfill that role. Romilda is perfect for me. PERFECT. Not a bushy haired know-it-all with bad teeth and limited sexual experience.” Draco forced the words woodenly past his lips, still unable to look at her.

Hermione gasped from the physical pain that his words were causing. Her lower lip trembled as she felt tears forming in her eyes.

“At least you’re being honest now.” Hermione choked over the words venomously.

Draco could see she was wounding herself more then him. She was cutting out all the pieces that cared about him, as she spoke. He recognized the method. He had done it himself a few times.

She was so brilliant but insecure enough to believe him when he said he was disgusted with her. Draco walked to the window stiffly.

“How you must have laughed at my feeble attempts to make you want me. What a fool I was to believe that a Malfoy could be anything but despicable. I am glad I slept with Lestrange. It was willing, you know. At least he didn’t lie about what he wanted.” Now, Hermione began to speak very fast.

The words a razor-sharp as they tore from her lips. “I came from him too. You got your wish; you made me a good Mudblood whore. Maybe I should ask Voldemort to have a go.”

Hermione felt something cold settle in her belly and she feel her eyes go blank as Draco turned in rage towards her.

“NO, you stay the hell away from him and Lestrange. You stupid girl, you don’t know what you are playing with.” Draco whispered meanly.

“Oh, no Draco, you showed me quite clearly what I am ‘playing’ with. Nothing Voldemort could do would be worst then what you did.”

“He can do worse things then kill you... he can…” Draco retorted but Hermione cut him off, her hand moving up to press against his lips.

“He can’t cut out my heart. He cannot destroy my hope. He was never that good. You were, Draco.” Hermione whispered dully, she dropped her hand from his mouth, and she walked to the door slamming it open.

The Carrows stood there with a disgruntled Romilda Vane who pointed at Hermione with a shriek.


“ She did it!! She cut my face!” Romilda hissed and the Carrows had a speculative look that showed they had been listening behind the door for a while.

Hermione smiled slightly to herself and she began to laugh uncontrollably. The cut on Romilda’s face looked like a cat scratch. It would probably scar if she did not heal it soon. Stupid bint.

Hermione began to feel distant from all of them. Her laughter was annoying the Carrows. They frowned as they watched her begin to laugh hysterically at Romilda.

“Do something! She struck me, Headmistress Carrow!” Romilda was openly calling for her blood.

Draco stared at her suspiciously from her laughter, and then a flicker of concern. The lying prat. He did not care about anything but how this would make him look to Voldemort.

Hermione surged forward suddenly, she grabbed the wand from Alecto’s hands, and she pointed it at Romilda.

“If I am going to be punished for a spell, at least let me cast a good one. Sectumsempra!” Hermione’s eyes flashed darkly with malice, and the hex hit her full on.

Romilda screamed as she felt the skin on her face split open and then across her chest, wounds began to open and blood spilled.

“Pureblood. Looks like regular MUGGLE blood to me.” Hermione laughed again, but the broken sound frightened Draco and he grabbed her from behind.

“Hermione NO!!!...” Draco pulled her up behind him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her back from cursing anyone else. “Please…”

“You want to beg me Malfoy? Pretty Please?????” Hermione spun on him and pressed the wand into his neck.

“GIVE me a reason. I hate you... I hate all you purebloods… YOU deserve it. You deserve this…” Hermione whispered reverently and she jabbed the wand in his neck.


Amycus who had been frozen in shock ran forward when she turned and he hexed her. “Stupefy!”

Hermione froze and slumped against Draco. He grabbed the wand out of her hand and gently lowered her to the ground.

Romilda was screaming while Alecto tried to heal her. Draco felt numb. What had he done to her. She was not like this.

This place was changing people. Everyone was acting insane. The Dark Lord was doing this. No, he did this. Draco fell to his knees besides Hermione and tucked a strand of hair back from her face, unable to help himself.

“She needs to go to the Hospital. Otherwise she will bleed to death. I should know, I got cursed with it once.” Draco turned to the Carrows.

Romilda looked pale and Alecto took back her wand from Draco. She raised the girl up and carried her hurriedly.

Draco looked at Amycus. “ What are you going to do with her?”

“The Dark Lord will deal with this.”Amycus took Hermione, carrying her stupefied body out behind him.

Draco nodded and turned to the window. The door shut behind him. His room was in tatters and blood stained the floor from where Romilda was dragged away. This was his life now.

Draco smashed his hand through the windowpane and screamed in frustration. He stared at the blood, focusing on the minor pain to block out the agony that was threatening to consume him.

Hermione did not seem hurt so much as hateful. The beginnings of the turn. When a wizard steps over boundaries and soon, nothing prevents them from doing what they never dreamed in their worst nightmares. He had seen it in her eyes.

Hermione had embraced that darkness and reveled in it. This was probably Voldemort’s plan the whole time. Take away all her control and then let her draw on that ruthlessness to survive.

Draco stared at his blood stained hands, and only a smart part of him remarked on the irony of a physical manifestation of his guilt.

Draco Malfoy systematically destroyed his room for the second time in as many days.






TBC –

Okay , I like writing Hermione as intelligent, clever and sweet. Yet, I do think that people have their boundaries. I always saw Hermione as capable of being a dark natured person with enough encouragement.

It is why I can see her and Draco as so well paired. ((NOT To mention Her/Sev fics.))

Hermione is attracted to that darkness that she feels occasionally but resists. With so much having happened, I do not see her responding so much as a hurt/sweet person necessarily.

Therefore, some people may feel its OOC, but I think it is an evolution of the original, given the painful circumstances. What do you people think? I would love some feedback.


Thanks! Rei


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