The End Is The Beginning Is The End

Hermione was coming out of her bath when she realized she was not alone.  She thought it was perhaps the house elf, or even Veatris, but was shocked to see it was someone else.  Someone she had not seen for many years.

'--Malfoy?'

Draco Malfoy sat on the edge of her bed, watching her with narrowed eyes, 'I can't kill you Granger, not when my father insists you live.  But I can make you wish you were dead.'

She swallowed, 'M-Malfoy, why are you here?'

He stood, and stalked towards her, 'I have, for months now, been wanting to do this to you, but I would have let you be Granger.  I don't really like girls, never have, but every once in a while, someone comes along who catches my interest.  And you, you see, you've completely captivated me.'

He grabbed her arms in a painful grip, 'M-Malfy, l-let's t-talk--'

'Talk?  TALK?!  YOU WANT TO TALK?!'  He shook his head and laughed, 'Is that what you've been doing with Veatris all this time?  Talking?'

She tried to wrestle free but he threw her on the ground.  Hermione frantically tried to crawl away but he was faster.  Stronger.

'No, Granger, I don't think you've been talking.  In fact, I think you've been doing far nastier things.  Because you're a slut, and I know what sluts do.  I wonder why you don't spread these legs for me?'

Terror, completely seperate from anything she had felt past, including with Lucius, enveloped her.  He's going to kill me.

'HELP!' She screamed, 'Somebody!'

'Help me, please, my name is Hermione Granger and I'm just a selfish whore!' He mocked in a high-pitched, sing-song voice.

She opened her mouth to talk, but he hit her.  Hard.  She saw stars, and collapsed.  Draco then proceeded to spread her legs, and rip at her clothes. 

He ripped the towel away and just when she thought 'I am about to be raped by Draco Malfoy' he was hurled off of her by none other than Veatris.  He began to pound Draco's head in the floor like a madman.  Hermione had to pull him off.

He was trembling, 'A-Are you okay?'

She looked down at Malfoy, who wasn't moving, and nodded.  And burst into tears.

He wrapped his arms around her.  'We need to move.  Immediately.  We can't stay here.'

Nodding, she began to get dressed. 

She hoped to god Draco did not die.

Because Lucius's rage...would be uniminaginable...