Save Me From My Pain

WARNING: This is the chapter with the rape in it *if you didn\'t get that from the chapter title* and it isn\'t as descriptive as I thought it would have been, but it\'s still disturbing... so if you don\'t want to read it, don\'t... but there is some very important information in this chapter, so I wouldn\'t advise skipping it, justdingding around the rape... anywho... here\'s the chapter, enjoy!


Chapter Four: All The Way

Hermione spent the next couple of weeks thinking about her future. She wanted to teach and she knew it would be a good change for her, but she didn’t think she could take the Malfoy situation if she were teaching. She knew one thing for sure though, and that was that this had to stop.

He had called her 5 times in the past three weeks and he still hadn’t completed the deed. A part of her just wished he would rape her and get it over with, but another part of her was thankful that he was delaying it. It was the beginning of August and she was going over her lesson plans for the month of January when she felt the familiar tug at her navel. She put down her paper just before she felt herself spinning.

She landed, hard, on the bare floor in “her” room at Malfoy’s place. He was sitting on the bed, looking at her with an evil, mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I was busy Malfoy.” She glared at him.

“Has that ever stopped me before?” He didn’t wait for her answer. “You come at my beck and call. Once you realize your fate, you will be able to find a way to deal with it.” He told her while walking to her and pulling her to her feet.

“I’m tired of this Malfoy. I won’t be able to handle this once the term starts.” She looked away from him, knowing it wasn’t entirely true.

He laughed, a cold, heartless laugh. “Right Granger, do you really think I’m that stupid? I know you better than you think.”

He captured her mouth in a kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She didn’t bother trying to pull away, yet she still hadn’t freely kissed him back. He waved his wand and her clothes were gone, except for her pink, silk panties and matching bra.

He slid the tip of his forefinger down her spine and smirked into the kiss when he felt her shudder. He unsnapped her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. As it dropped to the floor he stepped back from her and looked hungrily at her bare chest. He rubbed one of her nipples with his thumb and kissed her hard. He slid his tongue along her lower lip, begging for entrance. When she did not open her mouth, he bit her lower lip hard. She opened her mouth to yell at him and moved her arms to push him away. He took that moment to slide his tongue into her hot mouth. He pushed her backward toward the bed and she soon felt the back of her knees hit the side of the bed. He let go of her and pushed her down onto the bed.

The moment her head hit the bed and he resumed kissing her hungrily, she knew that tonight would be the night he would take her innocence. She felt her eyes welling with tears, but she forced them back. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting her.

I have to get away from him! But how in Merlin’s name can I do that? He’s the only one that knows how to get out of this room and he has my wand. If I fight him, he’ll fight back and surely win, but if I play his game and find a way to get him under me and his wand in my hand, then maybe, just maybe I’ll be able to find a way to get out of this damned room! ((A/N: Just in case you\'re wondering, when Malfoy does the charm to remove her clothes, her wand goes with it...))

With these thoughts, Hermione started to kiss him back. He deepened the kiss and she found her hands between them, pulling at the buttons of his robes.

“Allow me,” he said and with a wave of his wand his robes were gone. He was wearing a pair of baggy Muggle jeans and a tight black shirt that showed his defined muscles.

She rubbed a hand against his chest and he kissed her once again. She pulled his shirt up toward his head and he stopped the kiss momentarily for it to be entirely removed. Hermione tossed it away from the bed.

Hermione made no movements to remove his pants and Draco noticed this. She was kissing him seemingly passionately though and he could tell she was falling perfectly into his plan.

While kissing him, Hermione made a mental note that his wand never left his hand. She wrapped a leg around his body and tried to turn them around so that she would be on top. He grabbed her hands and placed them to either side of her head and broke the kiss. He leaned owaroward her ear.

“Nice try Mudblood.” He looked into her eyes and her fear was evident.

She opened her mouth to defend herself, but he swooped down and crushed her mouth in a demanding kiss. She struggled beneath him, trying to gain her freedom, but to no avail. He literally ripped her panties from her body and waved his wand to finish removing his clothes. Before she could register what had happened she felt immense pain as he thrust himself inside of her, showing no sign of mercy. She screamed as loud as she could in pain and struggled harder against him.

He kept thrusting in and out of her (though he never totally pulled out) and she kept screaming in agony as hot, angry tears fell down her face. After what seemed to her to be an eternity, he climaxed and she felt his seed flood inside of her. He pulled out of her, but still held her down.

“This is only the beginning,” he hissed in her ear.

She turned her face away from his and allowed herself to cry the tears she had held back. He squeezed her wrists and she yelped in pain. Seemingly satisfied, he got off of her and she felt a pull at her navel. She closed her eyeaitiaiting for the spinning to stop. When it did, she opened her eyes and found herself in her sitting room. The clothes she had been wearing earlier that day were in a pile next to her with her wand resting on top. Without thinking twice about it, she stood up and ran to the bathroom. She thrust the toilet seat up and spewed into the bowl. Her hands were shaking and she was still crying. Her lower regions were still throbbing in pain and she wished that she would just die rather than have to live with the pain of knowing she had been raped.

She put the toilet lid down and pulled a towel out of the cabinet. She turned the shower taps on to a scorching temperature and got into the tub. She closed her eyes and let the very hot water fall on her body, trying to rinse the pain away. All it did was ease the physical pain a bit. She took her soap in her hands and began washing vehemently, trying to wash away the memories. All it did was wash away the physical proof of him being there.

As her tears subsided, she was filled with a new emotion. Hate. She began to hate not only Draco Malfoy, but herself. When she got out of the shower, the first thing she saw was her reflection in the mirror. She grabbed her shampoo bottle from the shower and threw it hard at the mirror. It cracked a little from the impact, but she could still see her reflection. She quickly left the bathroom into her own room and dressed. She chose to wear a pair of baggy Muggle sweats and t-shirt. She threw her hair into a messy bun and went into the sitting room. She tossed her clothes into the fire, grabbed her wand, and went into her office.

As she opened the door, she sighed as the smell of books hit her nose. If only life would be as simple as it was when she could always count on a book to solve her problems. Now she felt like there were no good answers to her problem, except maybe death, but she knew Malfoy wouldn’t let her off that easy.

She sat down at her desk and took a parchment, quill, and ink from the drawer. She dipped the quill in the ink and began to write. She didn’t really know what she was writing, just that she needed to get her feelings and emotions out somehow. When she finished, she realized from the slightly smeared ink that she had shed a few more tears.

She left the parchment to dry, then went to her bookshelves and grabbed a book of poems that she’d only read once. It was filled with depressing poems about death and evil and such and the only time she’d read it before was at the height of Voldemort’s power when her and Caleb, her boyfriend at the time, were attacked by a couple of Death Eaters. They had made her watch him die – the Muggle way.

Hermione shuddered at the memory and opened the book to her favorite (depressing) poem, went to the sitting room and climbed into her chair by the fire. She curled her legs underneath her and started reading. It wasn’t too much later when the sound of a book hitting the floor echoed through her silent home; Hermione, drained physically and emotionally, had fallen asleep.