Abused Massacre

Strolling into the damp dungeon, hands in pockets and head held high, Draco headed for the front of his Advanced Potions class. Granger was already sitting at their assigned desk. She was turned in her seat with her arm femininely draped over the back of the chair having a conversation with Potter and Weasly. When she looked up, he gave her a sideways smirk and plopped down in the chair next to her.
“You want me to take care of him for you Hermione?” Asked Ron.
“Shut up Weasel. You actually think that you could do anything to me? I’ll have you in detention before you have your wand out.” He said. Hermione gave Ron a look that said “cool it”. Just then Professor Snape burst into the room with the door slamming loudly behind him. Hermione immediately turned to face the front of the room with her eyes following Snape’s every move.
“Being this your last year and you are the most advanced potion’s students, you will be learning to concoct potions that the average wizard will never know. You will learn how to make one’s blood boil, how to prevent one from dieing, and how to brew a mix that could kill one with one drop.” Blah blah blah, Draco thought. We heard this in the first class we ever took. “Open your books to page 547.”

Mandale: The ability to turn one self invisible.
With one draught, one can become invisible for up to two hours, depending on the potency of the mixture. If too much is consumed during one period, invisibility may become permanent or detrimental to one’s health.

This potion takes no less than two months to create.

“As this potion takes a considerable amount of time to produce, you will be expected to produce other less time consuming potions at the same time. Therefore, the person sitting directly beside you is to be your partner until we have finished this particular potion.” Flicking his wand out from his pocket, words appeared in neat script lettering on the board. “You may proceed.” He said in a low menacing voice.
Malfoy quickly got up to retrieve the ingredients from the cupboard. As he walked back his table, he saw that Hermione had already pulled out her cauldron and was furiously copying down the instructions into a notebook. Pointing her wand to her head, he saw her mumble and her masses of hair flew up into a perfectly secure pony tail.

Step 1: Crush cricket legs to a fine powder. Put powder in cauldron.

Returning to his place next to her, he pulled out his mortar and pestle. Silently he began crushing the brown and black appendages trying to concentrate more on the crushing process than the swishing of Hermionie’s hair.

Step 2: Slice salamander’s torso and tail. DO NOT USE HEAD OR LEGS. Add to cauldron.

Hermione pulled out a huge knife and cutting board placing them on the table. Next to her, he could hear Potter and Weasly whispering about how thick to slice the dead amphibian. The sound of Hermione’s knife hitting the wooden board filled his ears. Pouring the crushed legs into the cauldron he moved on.

Step 3: Add raven and fox blood.

“Are you almost done with that? You need to add the salamander before I can pour the blood.” He asked.
“Nearly. They’re really slippery.” She replied.
“Cry me a river, and I’ll build you a bridge. Just hurry up will you?”
“What’s your problem Malfoy? We have plenty of time to finish. Lest you forget, we’ve been assigned double potions. We’ll be in here until lunch no doubt. Plus we’re almost halfway done and the rest doesn’t seem too difficult, just curing mostly. So cool your heels Road Runner.”
“Road Runner? Are you insane Granger?”
“Well if you ever took a muggle studies class, you’d know that the Road Runner is a fictional cartoon character who was pretty popular all over the United States.”
“First of all I never took a muggle studies class and nor do I plan too. Second, I don’t know what a cartoon is. And third, who gives a flying fuck about damn Yankee muggles?
“Well, Malfoy,” she said with a glare, “you obviously haven’t looked at your schedule properly. We have muggle studies after lunch.”
“Wh-what are you talking about Granger?” He hastily pulled out the schedule that Professor Dumbledore had given him the previous night.

Muggle studies: Modern Musical Techniques

“Why on earth did they put me in muggle studies?” He almost yelled.
“Well, I have a great interest in muggle studies, and I made it one of my major emphasis’ last year. And since we have to share the same classes, they put you in it too. If you notice, we also have Defense Against the Dark Arts: Ominous Procedures. That was the class that was chosen for you to share with me. Everything else is what we normally would be taking.”
“You filthy little mudblood! Why do you need a class to learn about your fellow mudbloods?!” he snarled at her. She gave him a dirty look.
“Do you actually think that I want to take Ominous Procedures?! I certainly do not. This isn’t just about you Malfoy. We both have to suffer from this.” She snapped.
“Is there a problem Miss Granger?” Came Snape’s greasy voice.
“Uh, no, professor.” She said quietly, finally putting her sliced salamander into the cauldron.
“Let me remind you, that as Head girl, you are expected to set a good example for your classmates. Ten points from Gryffindor.” He said as he moved to the next table to inspect their progress. Snapping her head around, she glared at Draco giving him a sharp shove to his shoulder.
“Watch it Granger, you’ll get your filthy mudblood germs on me.” He said as he added the blood to the pot. The mixture sizzled and began to bubble, first turning a bright red color then to a deep purple.

Step 4: Let sit for twenty minutes, followed by the addition of one vial of the creator’s blood.—you are to choose one person to add this ingredient. Adding two will immediately destroy your potion.

“So who should do it?” She asked timidly, paling slightly as she read over the instructions.
“Do what?”
“Oh! Look at the board you moron.” She hissed. He looked lazily at the board not really caring to comprehend what it said.
“Oh I’d love to see you bleed Granger, but I wouldn’t want your bad blood spoiling our potion.” He drawled with a smile as he watched her go from white to scarlet.
“Then we should get on with it while it’s still curing. At least it’s the last step for today.” she said. “Here, let me assist you.” Her face brightening with excitement, she put her wand to her knife and cleaned it with a simple spell. Grabbing his arm and shifting in her seat for a better angle, she prepared to slice him open.
“Wait!” He yelled, yanking back his arm. “There is no way in hell am I going to let you cut me. My hand off would be off in seconds and besides, all we need is a vial. ‘A’. As in singular Granger, not a whole swimming pool.” Her face falling, she handed him the knife. Damn the stupid girl. Like he would ever really let her cut him. “Get the vial ready.” I hope this doesn’t hurt too much, he thought to himself. Pressing the sharp blade to the inner part of his forearm, blood began to trickle down to his wrist. Grimacing, he carefully pulled the knife away. Hermione went pale, her hand shaking violently, she tried to put it to his arm. Looking at her, he thought that she looked like death. She covered her mouth with her hand. Seeing the droplets of blood fall into the vial she quietly urged him to take it.
“Take it” she whispered. When he looked at her quizzically she said “Take it” a little more forcefully before he heard the vial smash to the floor. She had passed out.
“God damn it.” He said. Picking up a napkin she had readied for him on the table.
“What did you do to her!” Ron yelled.
“I didn’t do anything to your little girlfriend Weasly. She saw my blood and fainted.”
“That’s enough.” Snape said. Quickly making his way to their table he lifted Hermione onto her chair. “Draco, please fill your vial and add it to your potion and then take Miss Granger to the hospital wing.” He said calmly as he walked away. “You are to write two and a half parchments full about the Mandale potion which is to be turned in at our next meeting.” He announced to the class, cueing a universal grumble.
Draco pulled out another vial and proceeded to watch it fill with his plasma. Adding it to the potion, it bubbled furiously, sending green sparks in every direction. Quickly he mended his arm and put away his things then carried on to put Grangers things in her bag. Standing up, he slung his bag over his chest and put her backpack on his back. Preparing himself, he hoisted Hermione up to his chest. He had expected her to be heavy, but was surprised to feel how light she really was. She fits so perfectly, he thought to himself. He turned around to give Weasly one last smirk and wink.
“Jealous?” He said as he walked out.
He was approaching the hospital wing when Hermione started to come around. He felt her nuzzle into him a little more. Smiling to himself, he continued walking up the corridor. Nearly there, he watched her lift her head and look around. Registering that she was being carried, she started flinging her arms around and fighting to get out of his grip.
“Jesus, Granger. You want me to drop you?” He yelled as he struggled to put her down with out getting hit in the face.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”
“So, then if you did know it was me, you’d want me to keep carrying you?” He asked almost hopeful.
“No.” She said flatly. “What happened?”
“Well, you started being a girly girl and passed out when you saw my blood.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you that I don’t take kindly to seeing blood. It makes me woozy.”
“Thanks for letting me know.” He said sarcastically.
“I thought that maybe since it wasn’t my blood, that I wouldn’t have a fit. I’ve seen Ron and Harry bleed loads of times and it never affected me. So I thought that maybe if it wasn’t me…” she trailed off apparently thinking of something.
“So do you want to go to the hospital wing or what?”
“No, its okay. I’m better now.”
“Good, because I’m starving.” As he said this he took off her backpack and flung it at her turning to walk away.
“Um…thank you for bringing me here.” He heard her say softly. He turned back around to see her standing in the place he had left her holding her bag in her hands. God she looked attractive with her hair up like that.
“You’re welcome.” He said as he turned and walked away. He wanted to kiss her so badly that it hurt to think about it. Even more, he wanted her to kiss him back. The corridor was empty and he could hear her light footsteps trailing his own. Passing one of Filches many broom closets he took two steps forward he wheeled around grabbing her by the shoulders and pushed her into the closet.
“What are you…oh!”
He pulled her towards him by her waist. She put her hands on his chest trying to push him away. Ignoring her weak ploy of resistance, he bent his head down and took her lips with his. Her struggle abating, he wrapped one arm around her back under her heavy bag while the other held the back of her neck. He yanked the band out of her hair letting it fall, the scent of her shampoo filled the tiny broom laden room. Running his fingers through her curls, he prodded her lips with his tongue. She submitted to the soft touch and he slid his tongue eagerly into her mouth.
Lifting his hands he took off her bag with a loud thump as it hit the ground. He moved his mouth down to her neck, pulling her even closer. Her sweet scent intoxicated him. Her hand ran through his hair and he could hear her breaths come out short and staggered. Hands moving down, he slipped her robe off her shoulders and started working on her shirt and tie. She pulled at his bag and he pause to pull it up and over his head, dropping it heavily on the floor. Kissing her, his robes fell to the same spot moments later. Her hands were groping at the bottom of his dark green sweater. Pulling the sweater over his head, she began to work on his tie. He had managed her tie with much more agility than she had his. He pushed her back against a wall full of shelves, tie dangling around his neck. He moved his kiss to her throat shifting her shirt collar for easier access. Sucking, he left a series of small bruises on her neck.
“I thought you were hungry” she said breathlessly, taking his face in her hands and kissing his lips. Her tongue searched his mouth until he reciprocated.
“I am.” He said as he lifted her. She wrapped her long legs around his slender waist. Her knee length skirt was hiked up to her thighs. He ran his hand up her leg and under her skirt. A thong. Jesus, she’s wearing a thong he thought. Tugging at the thin fabric, grazing his fingers across her softness he felt her stiffen. Stopping, he lifted his head from her neck where he was currently nibbling. “What’s wrong?”
“What are we doing?” She asked in a hoarse voice as she pushed him away and he let her down. Her lips were pink and swollen from intimate abuse. “No, really, what are we doing?” Buttoning her shirt and redoing her tie, she looked at him with a quizzical expression on her face. Was she angry? He asked himself. He watched her look for her robe and bag. She took out her wand to fix her hair giving him one last look before she reached for the door knob. He grabbed for her hand and she looked back at him.
“We’re doing what feels good.” He said kissing it then releasing her and leaning in to kiss her cheek. As he pulled away she grabbed his half untied tie and pulled him back towards her. Giving him one last taste of her she disappeared out the door. God, a kiss like that should be illegal he thought. Straightening his clothes and swinging his bag back over his chest he left the room in her wake.