Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Draco carried Hermione back to his chambers, he kicked open the door and strode to the bed, placing her down. “Damn blundering idiots…” Draco muttered as he stared at Hermione’s features relaxed in unconsciousness.

Her hair fell haphazardly about her shoulders and she was jerking softly in response to residual pain. Draco felt an acute pain in his stomach watching her soft, beautiful body flinching uncontrollably.

Draco went into the bathroom and paced slowly. Finally he stopped to look in the mirror. Objectively his smooth pureblood features were perfect but as he thought of Hermione, they distorted in his mind, into something ugly and dark.

“I didn’t do it to her.” Draco screamed and smashed both fists into his leering features.

Draco felt the pain in his knuckles but his expression remained neutral. Father said, never let them see you cry. This kind of took everything to a whole new level. Draco stared down at the broken glass before opening the cabinets and pulling a healing potion from its depths.

Draco walked back into the bedroom and knelt next to Hermione on the bed. He pulled the dropper out and touched the liquid to her tongue, letting it slide back into her throat. Draco resealed the bottle and watched as her shakes subsided. At least the pain was gone. Voldemort needed her to break. He needed her to pledge allegiance. His triumph would be complete.

Draco ran a hand through her silky curls and he frowned. Hermione opened her eyes at his soft touch and she blinked.

“Your bleeding.” She whispered, staring at his knuckles.

Draco gave a twist of a smile. “Still the know-it-all.” Draco smoothed her hair back and kissed her forehead gently.

Hermione looked suspiciously at him. “Why are you being nice to me?”

Draco laughs. “You think, getting Crucio’ed is nice? Your mental.”

Hermione winces as she slides herself up to a sitting position. “ No, I mean the… “ She waves indicating the kiss on the forehead.

Draco smirks. “Maybe I was testing your temperature.”

Hermione leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Draco’s mouth dropped open as she pressed her lips against his cool skin.

“Maybe I was testing to see if you’re really Draco Malfoy, and not a figment of my imagination.” Hermione whispered across at him.

Draco eyed her suspiciously and pushed her back down. “You’re going to be out of classes for a few sessions to recover.”

Hermione stubbornly sat back up. “Are you going to use the other Muggleborn then?”

Draco glared. “ So what if I am? Its required Granger.”

Hermione glared back at him. “Then I am going back to class. I am not letting those monsters do this to those other kids... I saw Colin Creevy’s little brother with that blimp, Millicent Bulstrode! He’s terrified.”

Draco growled and pushed her back down, this time covering her frame. “ You will not! You cant help them, Granger! Just shut up and do as your told. You may just survive this.”

Hermione became aware of Draco’s erection since he was pressed up against her with practically no clothes on. Hermione blushed slightly and Draco shifted slightly. “Actually, I think we should both stay here.”

Hermione closed her eyes as Draco began to explore the top of her corset with his slender insistent fingers. His fingers felt strangely good, warm, and tender. The corset was binding her ribs and felt suffocating, especially when she had been running earlier. It had rubbed her under arm raw from her own sweat. Two spot of pink appeared on her cheeks as Draco popped the corset stays loose.

“Draco please.” She pushed her hands down to his face as he buried his face between her breasts. “ Not again…”

Draco snarled at her words and stood up leaving her there on the bed. “I save you from being Crucio’ed to Death and you have the nerve to deny me? What is wrong with me? What makes you so sick to your stomach that you can’t have me touching you, Granger?”

Hermione choked back a sob as she stared at Draco across from her. She pulled up her legs and backed into the wall protectively.

Draco looked enraged with blood soaking his knuckles, the Death Eater mask hanging on the back of his neck. He scared her and he made her heart jump a little. His words, sounded almost hurt.

Dracos voice started out deadly quiet and then it grew to a defeaning level. “Do I disgust you so much? I made you cum, I felt it when you let go. You would prefer someone else to me then?! I cant promise they will treat you as well as I do, but maybe that’s what you like. Someone to put you down, someone to rape you…?! You dare turn me away? I saved your life!” Draco’s eyes turned smoke with rage and he raised his hand to her wildly.

“No, please Draco… I’m sorry.” Hermione whimpered, and her breath caught a sob, at the thought of Draco hitting her.

Something broke loose inside her. He was right; he had never really hurt her. The betrayal of Neville had struck her to the bone. It made her realize that anyone of them could turn on her, at any time.

The only safety she had felt in this crazy, demented, new world was in the arms of Draco, a selfish boy who just wanted her because… Well, she was not sure, but the fact was that she was rejecting the only safe thing she had.

Hermione grabbed Draco about the waist and pressed her face into his stomach. She flinched hoping that he would not connect. Praying that he would control that hatred and rage inside him just long enough to realize she was not fighting back.

Draco breathed heavily feeling lost in his anger, he caught sight of his hand coming down to connect with Hermione’s face, and he froze suddenly.

Within that pause, Hermione launched herself at his midsection. Draco tensed, waiting for her to painfully connect. Draco felt shock instead, Hermione had hugged his middle, begging him to not hurt her. Trustingly throwing her self in his path and at his mercy.

Draco stumbled on the edge of the bed. Hermione continued to sob against him and he could feel her tears soaking through his robes. Gingerly, he lowered his hand to his side. He was going to strike Hermione. He was just like his bastard Father. How many times had he seen his father strike his mother?

Draco felt sick suddenly and he pushed Hermione off him and ran to the bathroom.

Draco hurled into the loo, collapsing next to it. Draco could feel beads of sweat breaking out over his forehead and he considered how out of control he had just gotten. He looked up at a noise and saw Hermione standing in the doorway. Her bright eyes spilling tears as she hugged herself.

Wordlessly, she ran a washcloth under the sink and handed it to him. Draco grimly wiped his mouth and wobbly he rose up to lean on the sink. Running water, he brushed his teeth and scourgified the sink and toilet. Draco moved with mechanical slowness, before he turned to the pair of curious, tearful eyes staring at him.

“You’re special. I am doing this for Voldemort. You are not allowed to be hurt. This doesn’t mean anything.” Draco said woodenly, his expression solemn as he regarded her.

“I still want to touch you. Would you allow me too?” Draco stared intently at her, and Hermione saw a flash of fear in his eyes that faded as if it had never been there.

Hermione realized that the beautiful tormentor in front of her was worried she would not want him. Voldemort had plans for her. Hermione felt a small measure of control along with mind-numbing fear.

Hermione nodded slowly at Draco.

Draco could see all her thoughts on her face as usual. Stupid Gryffindor, stop being so honest and good! Draco was not a fool. He knew that Hermione had liked him in school, even though she said she hadn’t.

Voldemort knew it too. Draco was supposed to bring her over to his side, by playing Hero against the mean Death Eaters. It was working perfectly. It was working so perfectly that he was beginning to think he actually was supposed to protect her, cherish her, and save her.

Really, he was just setting up the proverbial sacrificial lamb and her foolish shepard.

Draco’s hand trembled as he reached a finger up to her face. “Please… I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Easy lies fell from Draco's lips as he gently persuaded her to trust him.

Hermione stilled as his fingers gently caressed her face. Draco pushed her out of the bathroom and towards the bed.

“No one has to know. I’m giving you control, Hermione.” He murmured as he kissed her earlobe. Hermione felt the kiss deep into her toes and she shivered as he said her name.

Hermione suddenly kissed Draco back and the world fell away as she did. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in tighter and Hermione could not help feeling as though she was damned.


TBC. Awwww… Just and FYI, I am NOT okay with physical, sexual, mental abuse, but since its fiction and fits my story I am liberal with it.

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