A love like Tinted Glass

A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews, and for reading! I really appreciate the feedback. I figure it's time to do some review responses, so here we go!

Angeles: Thanks so much for your reviews. I'm trying to go for a very raw, carnal feel through most of this story. I hope I can keep it up to par!

Kurai-Tombo77: Ha ha ha wouldn't we all love to have Draco shove us against a wall and molest us? I hope I got the chapter out before you got too impatient. I'll try and post regularly. And Lucius will pop his gorgeous head in soon enough. I have to build a base for why he'll be there first, though.

Sunni: Thanks! I really hate stories where Hermione is portrayed as being timid, and just downright pathetic. I'm trying my best to do her justice, and keep her in character, as much as possible.

Devourer: Ha ha ha well, since you've already eaten the first 4 chapters, I suppose I can hurry up and write this chapter for you!

Charli: Ha ha ha you're close, darling. I won't give away just yet for what I have up my sleeve for Draco, but it is fairly similar to what you're thinking. Sit tight, and keep reading. Good job for picking up on my clues!

ALRIGHT! On to the story!


Chapter 5: The Morning After.

Waking up the next morning, Hermione stared at the ceiling for a good five minutes, trying to decide if her altercation with Draco had been a dream or not. Perhaps this was all just a dream, and she was still back home at her mom and step-dads.... Frowning at last, at the thought of her mother, she decided there was no way it was all a dream. Hogwarts was her only home now. Heaving a heavy sigh, the head girl decided she needed to stop thinking on such dreary subjects so early in the morning. Pulling her body from the almost too-plush bed, Hermione trudged into the bathroom, keeping her eyes downcast. She didn't feel like reliving what had happened the night before. Relieving herself, and washing her hands, Hermione finally looked at her reflection in the mirror. It surprised her. She looked practically radiant. She had been expecting to be face to face with a gaunt, exhausted version of herself. Even her hair seemed to be shining. Frowning at herself, she ducked her head again, and got to brushing her teeth, meticulously.

After taking care of the rest of her hygienic needs, Hermione started to tug her hair into a ponytail, only to notice the dark markings on her neck. Frowning, she leaned in closer, extending her throat to examine them. It was littered with three or four dark bruises. She tried to think of where she would have gotten them. Glancing to the wall next to her, where she'd been molested so thoroughly the night before, her eyes widened in fury. “Draco Malfoy.....” She hissed out, dropping her flop of curls. Fuming, she cast a quick spell to make her hair cooperate with her. She'd have to talk to Lavender, or Parvati to find out a spell to cover the contusions, or maybe even heal them. She'd never thought she'd have to deal with this before. Stalking back into her room, the witch got dressed into her school robes quickly, wanting to get down to breakfast before too many people got there.

It was just her luck that she arrived at the great hall just as Lavender was walking by, “OH! Lavender! Just the girl I wanted to see!” She exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing Rons girlfriend, pulling her over and to the side, away from the stream of students who were filtering in for their breakfast. Lavender looked at Hermione, surprised.

“Look if this is about Ron, Herm-”

“No no no it's not about that git. Sorry, he's not a git, I know, he's just frustratingly thick sometimes but no, Lavender, it's not about Ron.” Hermione babbled out, her face already bright red in embarrassment as she tried to think of how to approach this subject. Being the brightest witch of her generation meant nothing in this situation. Lavenders eyebrows raised and the blond witch crossed her arms over her chest.

“What is it, then? Something about boys? Do you need a birth control spell?” Lavender asked, her eyes glinting with the possible juicy gossip coming her way. Hermione backpedaled her thoughts, drawing a look of disgust. This had very nearly been the conversation, had she not stopped Draco as soon as she did the night before....

“NO! Of course not. I... It is something like that though... I... Well see there is this boy back home where I'm from... and we were seeing each other during the summer. He saw me off to the station but... He has this habit... With necks... and....I need a spell to heal or cover... love bites...” Hermiones voice dropped lower and lower into a whisper, while her blush simply radiated brighter. Lavender's eyes widened with each word, until she looked like she could practically squeal. Of course it was all a lie, but Hermione wasn't about to tell one of the biggest loose tongues in the school about Draco molesting her in their bathroom.

“Let me see!” Lavender exclaimed loudly, jumping a few times in excitement, and drawing unwanted attention. Ron and Harry, who had just stumbled down, still half asleep had caught sight of them thanks to this display, and started to head over. Hermione knew she would just die if either of them found out. It would be hard to create a more believable story, so she grabbed Lavenders hand and ran with her all the way to the girls lavatory, pulling her in.

“Okay, fine! But you have to swear that you can't tell ANYONE about this, okay?!” Hermione demanded. Lavender nodded hastily, already moving Hermiones hair out of the way. The moment her eyes rested on the rather rude looking contusions, the girl let out a loud squeal.

“Oh Hermione! I honestly never thought that you had it in you! After Krum... Well I simply thought you were a lesbian! You'd have to be, to not drag that hunk of a wizard into bed!” Lavender went on. Hermione just rolled her eyes, huffing softly.

“A spell, Lavender, please?” She asked impatiently. Lavender seemed to snap back to herself and pulled out her wand, saying a quick and easy spell to heal non-magical bruises. Hermione made sure to remember it.

“So?” Lavender asked, blocking the way when Hermione went to leave after an embarrassed thanks.

“So, what?” The head girl asked, staring at the blond like she'd grown a second head. Lavender rolled her eyes, looking exasperated.

“Tell me about him!”

“Him who?”

“Your boyfriend, silly! Are you really that daft?!”

“Boyfriend? Hu- OH! No he's not my boyfriend anymore. We're not going to see each other while we're off at separate schools. It was just a little summer fling.” Hermione spouted off quickly, before pushing past the girl, and running off to the great hall, wanting to eat and get to class as soon as possible.....


Classes seemed to drag on forever. Especially with Ron suddenly hounding her about her new 'muggle boyfriend'. She couldn't say it enough, it seemed, that she didn't have a muggle boyfriend. 'Now I remember why I don't go to Lavender for anything!' She thought to herself, as she finally headed up to her dorm after her last class. There was still a few hours till dinner, and she wanted to change, relax, and get some serious studying done, since it seemed that day had been a bust as far as getting any work done, really. To her surprise, and dismay, Draco was already sitting in their common room, with Blaise, when she walked in. The dark italian boy smirked over at Hermione, knowingly, but quiet as ever.

“So, Granger.... Off to write love letters to your little muggle boyfriend, are you?” Draco asked haughtily, glancing over his shoulder to her. Hermione seethed at him quietly for a few minutes, before glaring over to Blaise.

“If blood makes you squeamish, I suggest you leave now, Zabini.” She snapped. Before the boy had a chance to reply, Draco interrupted.

“Don't tell my friend what to do, Granger. It's not his fault you're working on building your reputation as the mudblood whore I knew you really were.” Draco said, getting up and facing the furious witch. He was so disgusting to her, standing there with his disheveled clothes untucked and un buttoned, his once perfect hair falling from it's low ponytail into his dancing eyes. It was obvious that he loved seeing her pissed off.

Dropping her bags without regard for it's contents, Hermione stormed over and around the couch, right up to Draco. He had stayed put, moving to keep his front to her as she advanced. His smirk plastered in place, it seemed. But he was expecting her to stop, and just yell at him. She didn't stop. Instead, she walked right up to him, one hand reaching up to grip his loose shirt collar, while the other swung up with her moment, her fist catching him square in the jaw. The blond's eyes widened as he staggered with the force of her strong left hook. He'd obviously forgotten how strong her small frame really was.

“It might not be his bloody fault, Malfoy, but it sure as fuck is YOUR fault! Don't act like it's all on ME that I had to cover up what YOU did to me last night! You were fucking trying to RAPE me, you damned wanker!” She screamed at him, finally shoving him away from her, back into Zabini, who'd gotten up as though he were going to intervene, and protect the Slytherin prince.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT, YOU CRAZY BITCH?!” Draco roared, tearing away from Zabini's support, one hand reaching up to hold his jaw. He walked right back up to her, the fire in his eyes terrifying, but no where near as scary as the flame in Hermione's golden brown eyes.

“DON'T YOU DARE PRETEND IT DIDN'T HAPPEN YOU ARSEHOLE! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME IN THAT BATHROOM! I'LL BE DAMNDED IF I LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN WITHOUT CASTRATING YOU!” She screamed back. Draco seemed to pale slightly obvious that he had no clue what she was talking about.

“Why would I ever lay my hands on a dirty mudblood whore like you, Granger?” He asked, his voice suddenly painfully calm as he looked down his nose at her. His gaze sent a shiver through her. It was so similar to his fathers that it made her feel slightly ill.

“You bastard....” She whispered softly, staring up at him as the tears started to burn at her eyes. She willed them not to fall, though. “You're really going to act like you're perfectly innocent.... Aren't you?” She added as a rhetorical question, speaking mostly to herself. Laughing in disbelief, she shook her head, shoving past Draco and Blaise, before darting up the stairs to her room, her bag remaining on the floor in the entryway, forgotten.

Draco's POV

Glancing over at Blaise, Draco finally let his shoulders sag from their defensive stature, his hand still gripping his throbbing jawline. His face was very suddenly a mask of confusion and angst.

“It happened again...” Blaise said softly, crossing his arms over his chest. He obviously was having a difficult time accepting the situation. He had no idea how he could really help Draco through this....

“I guess so.... I... I honestly don't remember touching her, Blaise... I.... I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.” The young Malfoy admitted, collapsing to the couch with a heavy sigh, burying his face into his hands.

“Well... I guess it's a good thing your dad is arriving tonight. He'll be able to help you better than me. It was really good of McGonagall to hire him on for Defense against the Dark Arts.” Shaking his head, Draco ran his fingers through his blond locks, knocking it out of the ponytail completely.

“He better hurry up and get here. Tomorrow is the new moon, and it's going to get really bad.” He whispered, looking up at Blaise wearily. “I won't be getting any sleep this whole week, I'm sure of it.”