Trussed

“I didn't think Granger had it in her.” Blaise Zabini poured another two firewhiskies and returned to the chaise in the sitting room.

“She's unstable, Blaise.” Theo sighed, rubbing his temple. “I don't know how to feel about this.”

“Maybe I should pay her a visit.” The dark eyed wizard joked, and his friend glared at him.

“You're depraved.” Though given Theo’s half truths in relaying what had happened, Blaise wasn't entirely to blame for his comment.

“And you're uptight.” Came the flippant reply. “Aside from getting thrown out afterward, I'd say you had a pretty fantastic night.”

“Ugh.” Theo downed the rest of his drink and stood. “Why do I bother talking to you?”

“Because I'm your fantastic, supportive, and loving best friend?” Blaise called after him, and received a middle finger from Theo as his disappeared into the floo.

He nursed the rest of his drink, staring thoughtfully into the flames. Theo’s confession had caught him off guard, and the only way he had known how to deal with it was with his particular brand of dark humour.

But it was decision time. He knew what he had to do, for his other best friend. And he wasn't looking forward to it.

He snapped his fingers and his owl swooped down immediately from her perch. He scrawled a message on a piece of parchment, and fastened it to her leg.

“Find Draco.”

***

Hermione was restless as she rolled back and forth on her bed. She was at a loss now more than ever, and cursed her impulsiveness.

Theo’s incredulous expression at her question haunted her, a rare break in his stoic facade.

Then she had hit him.

He growled and grabbed her wrist, shoving her against the fridge and claiming her lips roughly. She moaned into his mouth, clawing at his shirt with her free hand.

He flung them down onto the kitchen floor, and lowered his mouth to her throat. She hooked her feet up into the waistband of his trousers and shoved them down his legs.

He growled and tore open her shirt, sinking his teeth into her breast, and she clawed at his back, wriggling against him. He pushed her skirt up and slipped a hand beneath her panties, teasing at her clit, and she squealed at the contact.

He exposed a nipple and suckled at it while he stroked her, and she writhed, clutching at his shoulders.

“Just take it,” she moaned, and he looked up at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she looked as if she were in pain.

Hermione realized he'd stopped and looked down at him with panic on her face. “What are you doing?” She sounded desperate, and Theo’s blood ran cold at the note of hysteria in her voice. “Do it!”

He rolled off of her and started to pull up his pants, but she launched herself on top of him like a wildcat.

He grabbed her waist to try to remove her but she ground herself against him, feeling the hardness still there. She shoved his shoulders down into the tiles and dug her nails in deep, causing him to hiss in pain.

She shifted his boxers down with her legs and reached down to position him at her entrance.

“Malfoy’s mudblood.” Crabbe’s voice hissed in her ear and she screamed as she slammed herself down onto his length.

Theo pulled her off of him and scrambled backwards as she began to cry. He was really at a loss of what to do. This was a disaster.

“Get out.” Hermione demanded through her tears, kicking his pants across the floor to him.

“Granger…” His voice was wary. “You need help-”

“Get the fuck out!” She screamed, eyes blazing at him. He threw on his pants in record time and stormed out the door, forgetting his books as he cursed himself for losing his composure.

Hermione hadn't watched him leave, flinching at the sound of the door slamming. Her skin had started to crawl at the memory of Crabbe and Goyle violating her, and hadn't stopped even after she'd tried to go to bed.

She screamed and slammed her fist against the headboard. She only had one idea left.