Abused Massacre

Chapter 20: The Squid and new sports

“Neville… are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet lately. You know you can talk to me right?” She coaxed. He looked at her with a glazed look covering his face.
“How can I? You’re dating Malfoy.” He responded almost accusingly. She was hurt. “Look, I’m sorry Hermione, but how can I talk to you about something if your opinion is so biased?”
“It’s not as biased as you think Neville.” She said her voice quivering with emotion. “Well, if you need to get something off of your chest, you know where to find me.” She continued as she stood and left the cold bench.
It was already March and she was starting to feel very anxious. Final exams were creeping closer and she felt as unprepared as any other student in the school. On top of their exams, the whole seventh year class was assigned a huge final project. Of course her partner was Draco, but poor Harry had been partnered with Pansy Parkinson. Ron had gotten lucky and been partnered with Luna Lovegood. She may act a little kooky sometimes but she had a good heart.
Snape had announced this horrid project at the end of their potions class the week before. They were to do research on other forms of wizardry. Her focal point was psychokinesis. Wandless magic had always fascinated her, but now? Now, when they were supposed to be concentrating on N.E.W.T.s? It was just too much for her to handle. The pressure was going to make her skull capsize and crush her throbbing brain.
Stuffing her hands into her black toggle buttoned coat pockets, she trudged across the still snow covered lawn not knowing exactly where she was going. Winter was lasting an unusually long time this year. The bleak atmosphere reflected the anarchy that plagued the current wizarding world. The Minister was doing little to help Dumbledore in the underground fight against the alleged Dark Lord and Voldemort himself had not been seen or heard from since their last meeting.
She stopped at the bed of the lake. The surface had frozen solid. She wondered to herself what the squid did when it got that cold. Pulling out her wand she transformed her sopping converse into black ice skates. Apparently the sport was unbeknownst to the wizarding students for she had yet to see a single person gracefully glide across the ice.
Stepping on to the glassy surface memories of skating lessons flooded her overworked brain. She had done many sports before she came to Hogwarts. Though she was always brainy, she matched her intelligence with athleticism. Soccer had been one of her favorites. She sighed as she warmed up some small jumps and turns eventually advancing to more complicated tricks. She moved across the thick ice with a greater agility and preciseness than she had ever remembered doing in the past. Looking down she almost screamed when she saw the giant squid watching her from under the ice. Wherever she moved it pursued her with ease. She smiled as she configured difficult swoops and turns trying to fool the squid but never succeeding. Panting slightly, she took off her heavy jacket and returned to the bed of the lake to dispose of the garment.
Returning to the blissful ice she swirled around it until she was so out of breath that she stopped and sat in the middle of the large lake. Laying down on the hard surface she looked at the cloud ridden sky. The squid bumped the ice lightly and swam around. It obviously still wanted to play. She suspected that it didn’t get this kind of interaction very often. It truly was a gentle giant. Rolling over onto her stomach she looked at the oversized pink piece of seafood.
“I’m tired.” She huffed. She blinked. She could have sworn that she saw it frown. “No way. Can you understand me?” She asked in disbelief. It bobbed around up and down under the ice. “Wow. Can you talk too?” It shook right to left. “Pity.” She murmured. It agreed with her. “I bet you know lots of stuff don’t you? All the secrets of kids like me who come out here and talk to you and what you see down there in the lake.” It started to bob again. “So are you a boy? Or girl.” It floated. “Oh, sorry, yes or no questions, right?” It bobbed. “Boy?” It shook. “So you’re a girl then.” She bobbed. “Do you have any offspring?” She shook. “So then are you lonely out here?” She shook. “So you have lots of friends down there?” She bobbed. “That’s good to hear. Do you have a name?” She bobbed. “Oh! Can you spell?” She bobbed again and proceeded in spelling her name with her long tentacles. “Your name is Srats?” Srats bobbed enthusiastically. “Well it’s nice to meet you Srats. I’m Hermione. But I’m starting to get cold so I’m going to go inside now. Take care.” She bobbed and spelled out ‘U 2’ and swam away.
That was highly unusual she thought as she stood and skated to the shore. She shivered and donned her coat. Changing her skates back into her normal footwear she headed back for the warm castle. As she approached the doorway she noticed two sets of footprints heading towards the lake. Hermione Granger, curiosity killed the cat. Let it be she told herself but instead of heading up the large stone steps she spun on her heal and quickly followed the imprints. Coming closer to the cluster of trees she could hear hushed voices and heavy breathing. She should have known what was going on but was too curious to think about it. Poking the top of her head over the brush she spotted them. There stood Ron with his trousers down and that Slytherin girl pressed against a tree. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist the same was she wrapped hers around Draco before Ron released her and nuzzled his face between her legs. She quickly ducked down from embarrassment. Neither of the lovers had noticed her in the little tryst.
She squatted and crawled away from the spot as fast as she could. Turning around after she reached the stone steps she drew her wand and erased her tracks made in the soft white snow. Quickly she ran into the castle and to her room. Bursting into the circular room she startled Draco causing him to almost drop his guitar off his lap with a loud clang of miss strummed strings. He looked at her in alarm.
“What’s wrong?” He asked as he stood and quickly made his way to her.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me Hermione. You’re no good at it. We live together. I can tell even when you give me the smallest fibs. What’s eating at you.”
“Ugh! Don’t say that!”
“What? Eating at you?” She cringed. “Hermione…” he said softly cocking his head and taking her face in his hands.
“I…I was down at the lake ice skating…”
“What’s ice skating?”
“Never mind that. I was leaving but then I saw two tracks leading to where I was so I decided to go check it out.”
“And?” He pressed.
“And I saw Ron and his girlfriend having sex and then he ate her out. It was so embarrassing that I crawled all the way back to the castle so that they wouldn’t see me.” He started laughing hysterically. “What! I’ll never be able to look at him the same! And he’s one of my best friends!” she wailed.
“So the Weasel is actually getting some ass is he?” He said trying to catch his breath.
“Draco!”
“Sorry, but he probably had to eat her out because she didn’t get hers.”
“What do you mean ‘hers’?”
“She didn’t orgasm. He’s probably too small for her to even feel him.”
“Draco Malfoy!”
“Hey I’m just sayin’… you wouldn’t be able to feel me either I’d be so small. Do you have any idea how cold it is out there?” He asked with raised eyebrows. She smirked.
“I suppose. But how am I supposed to look at him now?”
“The same way that you always do. He doesn’t know that you saw remember?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I am. But speaking of eating out…” he said with a grin as he grabbed her waist and carried her to his room.
“Draco!” She squealed as he slammed the door.


“Okay, so I think that we should get started on this project.” She said as they sat around a table in the library.
“Alright. Where do we even begin?” He answered her.
“Research I suppose.”
“Okay, my little bookworm. Let’s get to it then.” He responded. They sat in the library looking up information on psychokinesis for the next three hours.
Peering over the large expanse of the table top, Draco looked at what she had scribbled down on her parchment.

Def: n. The production or control of motion, especially in inanimate and remote objects, purportedly by the exercise of psychic powers. (dictionary.com)

If a person is capable of moving things with their mind, why is there a need for wands at all?

“Granger, if we ever encounter anyone who has psychokinetic powers we’re fucked. Our entire wizarding community is too dim-witted to learn this new way of magic. I would think that it’s impossible to teach it as well. The magic would have to come naturally.” He said commenting on her question.
“Oh, I think that it can be taught. You just have to know how to teach it. Anything can be learned therefore anything can be taught.”
“And how may I ask did you come up with that crazy philosophy?”
“Well it’s all logic. If one person can learn the skill well enough then they can teach it. Anything can be learned if not from books then from experience.” She said looking over the top of her glasses.
“Uh huh. I don’t know what I think of that.” She smacked him on the side of his head. “Hey! What did you do that for?” Without saying anything she moved her hand to strike him again without success. Gripping her wrist inches from his face he glared at her triumphant expression. “Granger, what’s with you?” he asked with a frown.
“See? You learned from experience. You saw the movement of my arm and knew that I was going to hit you.” She smirked.
“Fine.” He glowered at her. “What does that have to do with the project?”
“Nothing. I was just proving my point that anything can be learned, even psychokenesis.”
“Oi. You’re so stubborn sometimes.” He told her. Rubbing her tired eyes, she looked at her wristwatch.
“We should be heading back. We can work on this tomorrow after dinner.” She said as she began packing her bag. “Can you meet me here tomorrow night?”
“After I run the team. Hufflepuffs have the pitch tomorrow. We should be done by 8:30.” He responded not looking up from his messenger bag. Throwing it over his chest he took her hand and led her out of the dusty library.

Three weeks later they had successfully completed their paper and handed it in. It was now April and the grounds had finally thawed leaving the rolling hills and plateau’s blossoming and growing a beautiful green. Hermione sat in the book filled library ready to tear her hair out. Her research with muggle medicine and wizard cures was at a complete halt and exams were about to drive her mad. She stared out the dirty window down at the lawns and dark forest. Though most students were feeling just as stressed as she was, she saw a few milling about in the pleasant weather. Almost directly beneath her she saw a game going on.
Looking back down at the large book the tiny font blurred in her over tired eyes. Sighing, she packed up her things and headed outside. Maybe some fresh air was what she needed. Clambering down the stone steps she spotted Harry and Ron sitting with Ginny watching the game. Walking over the group she almost burst with excitement.
“Hey Hermione.” Ginny said not taking her eyes off the ball.
“They’re playing soccer!” She squealed making her friends jump with surprise.
“You know of this peculiar game?” Ginny asked in surprise.
“Of course I do! I was the best on my team.” She said beaming with pride. “Who are they playing?”
“It’s Gryffindors against Slytherins. We’re short one player. They’re kicking our asses.” Grumbled Ron. “Your lover boy is playing.”
“Is he now…” she said with wonder. “Dean! Dean!” She yelled across the field. He motioned a time out and ran over to her.
“Hey Hermione, what’s up?” He huffed clearly out of breath.
“Can I play?!”
“Oh yeah, you’re a muggle born. Excellent!” He turned to the team. “Hey fellas, we have our final player!” He yelled as she threw down her bag and transformed her clothes and shoes. Running onto the field her hair swished femininely on her back. Draco double took as he looked at his new opponent.
“Granger?” He said.
“In the flesh Malfoy. Hey Dean! I’m a halfback.”
“Sweet!” He yelled as he fell back to the stopper position.
“Granger, this is a rough game. It’s all guys.” Draco said touching her arm in concern.
“Malfoy, I can handle myself.” She said with a wink. “You’re the one who should be worrying.”
“You cocky little bitch.” He said with a laugh. “Fine, if you want to play like that. Shoot it of. Ladies first.” He said with an outstretched hand.
Kicking the ball back to Dean as the forwards ran up the field he booted it over their heads. Hermione sprinted to catch up with the ball. Her footwork was impeccable. She fought for the ball with Malfoy, each doing fancy tricks while shoving him with her shoulder. Stealing the ball from him she ran and made the shot. Scoring she turned around and jogged up to the Slytherin.
“Still worring about me, love?” She mocked.
“You little witch. We’ll see about this.” He kicked off the ball passing it to one of his oafish teammates. Running after the snake she easily stole and out ran the silly boy.
“Cross it!” She heard someone yell. Looking up she saw Colin Creevey with a clear shot. Kicking the ball diagonally across the field to him he made the shot and scored. Screaming and jumping up and down she ran and tackled the small boy.
An hour later she was feeling very energized and happy. They had beaten the Slytherins 5 to 4. The opposing team was not taking too kindly to the loss, saying that it was unfair that she had come in the middle of the game. Bouncing into her bathroom she promptly stripped and stepped into the cool shower.
“Bet you thought you were pretty smart didn’t you? Had to save your pathetic little team. They were nothing until you showed up Granger” Malfoy said as he stepped into the shower.
“Excuse me, I was taking a shower.” She said as he grabbed the soap. “And no, I don’t think I’m that smart. I think that they were doing just fine without me.” She watched as his member hardened. She tilted her head back while closing her eyes to rinse out the shampoo. Opening her eyes she gave him a seductive smile as she gracefully ran her fingertips down one of her perky breasts. Licking her lips she tiptoed and softly bit his lower lip.
“Damnit Granger.” he growled as he pressed her against the shower wall. Sensually kissing her soft lips he took her over and over until she could barely stand from exhaustion. “What do you have to say now?” He asked through labored breaths.
“I’d say that you need to get me to your bed so we can do that again.” She responded with an evil smile and shutting off the water.
“Sounds good to me.” He said with a grin as he led her to his room.


A/N: Thank you for all of your great reviews. This story has been written up until chapter 25, but I'm hoping to do some more work on this and finish it up soon. I haven't actually truly touched this in a year or so, but your great reviews have inspired me to pick it up again. So thank you so much and please keep encouraging me. It really does help.