Abused Massacre

Hermione watched as Draco shuffled into their Muggle Studies class an hour later. Giving him a sideways look, she absent mindedly straightened her books. Looking at the board, she began writing down this week’s assignment. Professor Miramar began lecturing.
“Modern Musical Techniques” she began “is going to be focused on Muggle musical techniques and genres. Our major focal point will be on singers and bands of the past ten years. You will be expected to interpret specific song lyrics and detect similarities in patterns of different years, as they change rapidly.” Walking up and down the narrow isles of the class room, she observed her new class. “Malfoy,” she said stopping in front of Draco, “You’ve never attended one of my classes before. It is a pleasure to see that you have taken a sudden interest in my subject of expertise. Although you are a bit of a late bloomer, I don’t think that you’ll find it difficult to catch on to the modern muggle culture. They are quite simple beings.” She said to him as he glared at her. Returning to the front of the class she continued “Your first assignment is to choose one muggle group or soloist. List all the albums that they have produced and what year they were released. Choose one song and analyze the lyrics. I suggest that you choose a rock group for starters; they seem to be easier to critique. Your analysis should be two parchments full long and is to be turned in at the beginning of our next meeting. You are dismissed.”
Packing up her belongings she started to leave the room when Malfoy grasped her arm.
“So what group should I choose?” He asked walking next to her.
“I don’t know, just pick one.” She answered, heading for their Arithmancy class.
“Well I don’t know any, and you’re the one who got me in this stupid class to begin with.”
“So you expect me to help you?”
“Exactly.” She looked at him obviously contemplating her next move.
“Fine. After dinner. I have a stereo that I was going to put in the bathroom anyways, but most of my music is on my computer so we’ll have to use that. You’ll have to come in my room then.”
“Computer?”
“A computer is a machine that stores information. They are rather primitive compared to wizarding recording instruments but can be quite complicated. They can also connect with other computers and machines to transfer information to one another. Generally they aren’t allowed at Hogwarts, but Dumbledore gave me special permission since I am trying to do research on muggle medicine. I am trying to combine wizarding methods with muggle techniques to try to make the most efficient way of healing. He helped me bewitch it so that I can have the internet without wires… that’s the thing that connects the computers together and is usually used with wires to send information to each other. Oh forget it. You’re a hopeless cause.” She exclaimed exacerbated seeing the blank look on his face. They entered their Arithimancy class and sat together in the front of the room.
An hour and a half later, they both shuffled moodily down to the great hall together exhausted and starving. Not saying a word they split to their separate tables.
“Hermione!” Ron exclaimed. “Where have you been?”
“In class. Where else would I be?”
“Well we went to the hospital wing but Madame Pomfrey said that you had never shown up. What did Malfoy do to you?”
“Nothing. I woke up while he was taking me to see her. I was going to come down for lunch, but then I remembered that I had left my Arithmancy book in my room so I had to go get it before Muggle Studies. By the time I was done, it was time for class.” She lied.
“But then where was Malfoy? He didn’t show up to lunch either.” He said.
“How am I supposed to know Ron. I already have to spend most of my time with him. I try not to be around him when I have time off.” She said piling food on her plate.
Brooding, she ate in silence as Harry and Ron excitedly talked about the start of quidditch. Ron had been elected as captain of the Gryffindor team. He had improved so much from his fifth year. He and Harry had secretly practiced every day trying to hide from that ugly toad, Umbridge. Ginny had also had made the team. After Harry was allowed back as seeker, she and Neville had tried out as beaters the next year since Fred and George had left and started their joke shop. To everyone’s surprise, Neville wasn’t as clumsy once he started swinging his bat around. His clumsiness actually seemed to help during games.
Finishing up her dinner, she stood to leave.
“I’m going to the library. I have an essay to write for every class already! I think this might actually be our hardest year.”
“Okay see you later.” Ron and Harry said in unison.
“Hey, Hermione.” Harry called her back. “What’s that on your neck?” She unconsciously put her hand to her neck.
“Oh, I was trying to straighten my hair with a curling iron this morning and burned myself.” She said dismissively and she walked away. Another lie, she thought grimacing.
“What’s a curling iron?” She heard Ron ask Harry. Walking briskly, she exited the large room.
Entering the book filled library, she found her favorite seat near the back of the room. She found that it was quieter and she liked looking out the window while she thought. Pulling out her potions book, she began writing her essay on Mandale. After only half and hour she had filled up one and a half parchments full. One more to go, she thought as she flipped the pages of the heavy book. Still thinking, she continued the essay. I don’t know if it was a good idea for Draco to have made the potion his. It might be dangerous for him to be invisible. What if he tries to sneak into my room or the bathroom while I shower? That would be dreadful. Shuddering at the thought.
“Can you still feel the butterflies?” Came a voice next to her ear. Jumping, her quill skidded half way across her parchment spilling her ink bottle.
“Malfoy!” she whispered angrily as she tapped her parchment with her wand to fix the mess she had made. He sat down in the chair next to her. Putting his hand around her neck leaning in to kiss it. “Stop it!” She hissed. But he ignored her and continued to greet her neck with his lips. “What if someone sees? Ugh! You big oaf, get off of me.” And she shoved her chair back and stood up. Shoving her books into her bag, she gave him an evil glare. Standing, he towered over her. He lifted her chin, bent his neck to brush his lips lightly against hers then walked away.
“See you in the common room Granger. I’ll be waiting for my tutorial.” He said with a laugh. The insufferable buffoon! What if someone saw she thought frantically looking around. Thank God there was no one in sight. Sitting back down and pulling out her potion’s essay, she finished the remaining third of the essay. “What a royal prat.” She mumbled to herself. Packing up her bag for the second time, she stood and left the library. Looking at her watch it was nearly nine o’clock. Rushing back to the common room she said “priori” and the little wizard in yellow robes swung the door open. When she entered she was welcomed by the loud crashing sound of power chords. Malfoy was sitting on one of the large chairs playing his guitar. She noticed that had set up a huge amp near one of the large windows. The wires connected to his instrument dragged across the room to where he sat.
He had changed his clothes to lose fitting jeans and a nice fitting black polo shirt. She noticed that he wore beat up old shoes that resembled the muggle brand called ‘Vans’. She remembered her first pair of Vans. She was ten and had begged her mother to buy her the classic lace ups. Her mother had told her that they made her look like a boy, but Hermione persisted. In the end she won. Ever since then, she wore only unisex shoes. She loved her old black converse and blue classic lace ups. They were her two favorite pairs of shoes and the only ones that she really ever wore. Both were well worn and she had to repair them multiple times with magic. She smiled at the thought and turned to go to her room. “Marbles” she said softly and her door swung open. Closing it with a soft click, she went to her desk and turned on her computer flopping on her bed after. She could hear Malfoy strum individual notes in the common room. The beat and tone was rather catchy. She had to admit that she liked it. It reminded her greatly of the muggle band called The Offspring. Maybe that’s the band that he should write about she thought.
Lying on her bed listening, she thought of all the muggle bands that she liked. There were so many. How was she expected to pick just one? Should she write about a political band? They were the best to analyze, but she wasn’t too keen on muggle politics. Oh, where to begin. She sat up and went to her computer. Opening her music file she chose a selection for herself and Malfoy choose from.
Finishing, she took off her school clothes and hung them neatly in the armoire. Moving to her dresser, she pulled out a black t-shirt with the words “Wanna Volcom?” on it in scribbled white letters. Putting it on, she opened the next drawer and pulled out plain white girl style boxer shorts which she rolled once at the waist. Putting on flip flops and fixing her pony tail which had started to come loose, she opened the door to her room.
“Are you ready?” She asked. He looked up and gave her a side smirk as he looked her up and down. “Oh quit it will you? Horny little bastard” and she walked back into her room.
“Damn, Granger. You’re all legs aren’t you?” following her.
“Go fuck yourself Malfoy.”
“If it were physically possible I would, but being it not, I’d rather fuck you.”
“Dream on, limp-dick.” He laughed at this.
“Oh, you know that I don’t have any such thing.”
“Lets get to work, shall we?” She said through clenched teeth. This is going to be very difficult, she thought. “So what kind of music do you want to listen to?”
“What do you have to offer?” He asked with a boyish grin.
“Well, there are rock bands, solo singers, punk bands, emo bands, alternative bands, heavy metal bands… there are so many. Do you want to hear some that sound like the stuff that you play?”
“Muggles have that stuff?”
“Yes they have that stuff. They are humans too, you know. You should give them more credit. Here, we’ll listen to The Offspring. They sound very similar to what you were playing. Maybe a little Weezer would be good too.”
“What ever you say.” Using her mouse she clicked on ‘Come Out Swinging’. Watching him, he lounged on her bed casually as if it were his own with his hands behind his head. He’s so handsome she thought. The way his foot bobbed with the beat made her insides flutter. Maybe the butterflies weren’t gone.
“Who were they again?” he asked as the song ended.
“The Offspring. I’ll put on some Weezer.” She said as she clicked on ‘Say it ain’t so’. Falling back into his music induced trance, Malfoy quietly listened bobbing his foot slowly. I wonder if he even realizes that he’s doing that? Getting up, she excused herself to the restroom. Once in the pristine bathroom she started pacing and talking to herself in a soft vigorous chatter.
“Get a hold of yourself Granger. He’s bad for you. Bad. Very bad. Fuck him. The Bastard.” ‘well yes, you’d like to fuck him’ a little voice in her head said. “Shut up. Granger you’re going crazy. Look at yourself. You’re talking to voices in your head.” Taking a deep breath, she tried to gain what little composure she had left and walked back in to the room and sat in her desk chair.
“What did you think of that one?” she asked him. He was lying in the same spot on her bed.
“It was alright. The shirt that you wore on the train yesterday, The Used? Do you have any of them?” Surprised, she scrolled down her play list searching for a good song. Selecting one, she double clicked.
“I think that this one just came out on the radio. It’s called ‘Blue and Yellow’.” Listening, he lay there emotionless.
“I like them.” He finally said. Sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed.
“You know, you don’t have to pick a rock band. There are so many other genres of music. Professor Miramar just suggested rock.” She said. “If you like country the Dixie Chicks are pretty up beat.”
“Hell no. Are you going to write on The Used?” he asked.
“Probably not. You can use them if you want.”
“Okay. What do you plan on writing about Granger?”
“I don’t know yet. A soloist I think.” He nodded and stood.
Next to her looked like a giant. Standing herself, they were very close. Slightly blocking her way to the door, she put her hands on his hips and gave him a slight push to the side as she stepped around him and headed for the door. Did it just get really hot in here? Or is it just me? She thought to herself. Opening the door she turned around to see Malfoy out. He stood there in the middle of the room, apparently waiting for something. Lifting her eyebrows, with one hand still on the door she used the other in a sweeping motion implying that she wanted him to leave.
Smiling, he crossed his arms and leaned on her massive bed.
“What!” she said, temper seething.
“Nothing, just admiring.”
“Ugh! You’re so gross.” She said as she stomped out of the room. Seeing his guitar in a stand by the fire she walked over and picked it up. Summoning tabs from her trunk they whizzed to her. Bewitching them, they floated in front of her face. She began to play. Her slender fingers plucked the strings with a black pick. Tapping her foot to the rhythm she broke into a sting of power chords. Her head bobbing slightly as her hand hitting the strings repeatedly. Her left hand sliding up and down then neck of the instrument changing the notes. Finishing her song, she lifted her wand to summon another. When she looked up Malfoy was leaning in the doorway with a surprised look on his face.
“I didn’t know you knew how to play Granger.”
“There are a lot of things that you don’t know about me Malfoy.” She summoned the next piece of music. “I’ve been playing since I was seven. I started with an acoustic then switched to electric when I was thirteen. I doubt that even Harry or Ron knows I play. I haven’t really played since I’ve been here. I only play electric during the holidays while I’m home. Sometimes I bring out my old acoustic during the stressful times of term but then I only stay in my room.”
“Impressive. So the little book worm has other talents besides reading and brownnosing?”
“Stuff it you little ferret.” She started to play again. Malfoy strolled over and looked at the music from behind her. Picking up his bass he stood at her back and joined in. She could feel the heat radiating off of him making her stomach tingle knowing that he was so close. Finishing, she stood and put the guitar gently back onto the stand. Grabbing her music she turned on her heel and stormed back to her room and slammed the door.
Flinging herself on her bed she let out a loud frustrated yell making Crookshanks hiss.
“Sorry Crookshanks.” The cat came over and lay on her stomach. Absent mindedly she stroked her cat. “I need a shower.” Getting up she undressed and headed for the bathroom.
“That felt good.” She said entering her room. Getting into her pjs, she plopped into her bed. What a day. Who would have seriously thought that Malfoy would be remotely attracted to me even if it is only lust. And who would have guessed that she would lust back for him? Caught up in her own thoughts, she drifted off to sleep.
A little while later getting up from her bed, she felt the urge to be with him. Quietly she climbed out of her bed. Crookshanks mewed in protest. Maybe he hadn’t given his bathroom door a password. Moving to the bathroom she tried the knob. It turned and the door opened. Sneaking in, she silently closed the door and let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. He was there lying in his bed with the sheets up to his naval. Creeping to his bed she touched his shoulder. He woke with a start.
“Jesus Granger, what are you doing?” he said before realizing what she wanted. When the realization struck him he smiled and grabbed her around her waist throwing her on the bed. Rolling over he kissed her mouth intensely. She wiggled out of her overly large shirt and boxers. He moved his lips to her throat, her shoulders, her chest, then to her naval. Lying on top of her, he unhooked her bra and took off her panties. Coming out of his boxers himself he spread her legs kissing and licking her inner thighs. He moved closer to her area, taunting and teasing her. She shivered with excitement. Seeing that she was ready, he moved back up to her mouth. Kissing her passionately he entered her. Arching her back up at his sudden entrance she had wanted it so badly she couldn’t even explain the feeling. He began moving on top of her. In, out, in, out, in, out. Their breathing became synchronized. Biting his shoulder and digging her nails into his back she moaned loudly.
“Harder!” She screamed. He complied. She felt herself reaching her limit. “I’m cumming I’m cumming!. Don’t stop!” He plunged his length into her, biting her neck as she climaxed. Screaming she clawed his back and she felt him release. Panting, he kissed her gently.
“Oh, you’re good, Granger.” He said through labored breathing. Falling to her side he took her into his arms. “Thank you.” She could barely hear him. Still panting, she drifted off to sleep. That’s what I needed she thought.
The sun was shining when Hermione woke.
“Good morning Crookshanks. Crookshanks?” She looked at the green room and then down at Malfoy. “No!” she screamed bolting up right in her bed. She was dreaming. Sweat was dripping down her forehead. “What the FUCK!” she looked around her red room. Feeling herself with hard pats all over her body and looking down, she still had all her clothes on. Throwing her covers back she paced around her room. “What the fuckin’ hell was that? Fuckin’ ass! What the fuck! FUCK!”
It was time to get ready for breakfast. Storming into the bathroom, Malfoy was already there. He was in the same state as he had been the morning before. Rushing through her daily routine she nearly ran back to her room. Pacing some more, she thought about the dream.
“It seemed so real! What’s going on? I never had these kinds of dreams before about anyone! Crazy, I’m going crazy.” Throwing on her clothes and hastily fixing her hair she grabbed her bag and left her room. Malfoy was coming out of his room with his bag over his shoulder walking towards the door.
“Don’t you dare say anything.” She said to him.
“What?” He asked with a confused look on his face. She huffed and sprinted out the door before he could think to say anything else.