Bittersweet

20.

Hermione was leaving the library when she was grabbed from behind.

She stared at Malfoy, who looked wild-eyed.  He looked angry.  And before she could open her mouth to utter a curse he hit her.

Shocked, she spun around, hitting the floor.

There were voices in the distance.

He clamped a hand over her mouth and she kicked wildly, knocking over several book in the process.  He pulled her towards the hall, but it seemed the entry of students made this impossible.

So he pulled her farther back into the library, seemingly improvising whatever plan he had.

Hermione was terrified, her heart was pounding, and she was completely unprepared for what he did next.  Everything was happening so fast, she could hardly take it all in.  Instead, it was as if she were operating on pure instinct, fighting, bighting, kicking doing whatever she could to protect herself.

He began to fumble with her skirt.

Her stomach plunged as a wave of icy sickness washed through her.

His hands were…pushing aside her panties roughly.

She began to scream, but the sound was muffled by his hand over her mouth. 

She was beginning to hyperventilate, and for several moments the entire room spun.

I can’t breathe oh my god I can’t breathe please don’t hurt me, please, oh god I want to live!

When he removed his hand, and she was able to catch a breath, she had a moment to take in what was happening—

He had pulled down his pants and was fisting the skin around his penis.  He was erect, he was hard, and he was about to thrust it into her—

Nononononononononononono!!

She began to scream while trying to get away.

He hit her.  Hard. 

She saw stars.  No one had ever hit her .  She’d been cursed, she’d endured pain before, but never had she been physically hit. 

For a moment, she was stunned.

I am going to be raped.  Oh god, I hope it’s fast.

She lay very still.  Hoping that maybe he would do this quickly, because fighting was sure to provoke his anger and she did not want to do that again.  Self-preservation demanded it.

But she did not want to be aware of him doing this to her.  Maybe she should provoke him.  At the very least she could wake up….when it was done…

But she couldn’t take the easy way out.  An opportunity to escape might present itself.  And while she was afraid (who wouldn’t be?) she was more afraid of fading out because she could fade out and never wake up. 

Malfoy leaned down and planted a messy kiss on her mouth. 

His eyes were red, and wet.  She barely noticed it.

Just when she thought she was to be raped, a number of people rushed in.

One of them was Ron.

And he was angry. 

She felt her heart skip a beat. For once, she had the feeling of I am saved.

Behind him was Harry. 

Ron leapt onto Draco and began to hit him.

Hermione scurried backwards.

I was on my way to potions.  Just a minute ago I was on my way to potions, and then…and then…

She did not realize it but she was crying. 

Mcgognal came in, closely followed by Dumbledore.

‘Mr. Weasley, stop this at once.’

Hermione was shivering.  She couldn’t stop shivering.

‘Ms. Granger, let’s go to the nurses office,’ 

A number of curious eyes were on them, ‘To your houses at once or all of you will serve a years of detention,’ the older woman snapped.

Hermione followed her, her last image of her boyfriend beating the life out of Draco Malfoy. 

She was left alone for only a moment in the nurse’s wing.

Hermione put her face in her hands, and she burst into tears.

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I believe this story is winding down…again thank you so much for the reviews and suggestions!  I think maybe three or four more chapters.  I wanted to mention it earlier, but with such wonderful ideas you all should be writing fanfics!!  Especially you adiva!!  So many ideas, you should put them to paper and post them!