Abused Massacre

For the next few weeks Granger wouldn’t say a word to Draco. He had tried to ask her about his muggle studies essay twice, but she just told him to research the band at both of his attempts leaving him as clueless as he had started. In result, he had received the lowest grade in his whole career at Hogwarts. Was she still mad about the remarks that he had said about her body? She would barely say one word to him in their classes, only speaking when they were partnered and it was absolutely necessary.
Deciding that this neglect needed to desist, he planned on forcing her to talk to him that night. It was already the beginning of November and Dumbledore wanted them to plan the annual Yule ball before all the students went home for the holidays. She was going to have to talk to him sooner or later whether she liked it or not.
During dinner she had never once looked in his direction which put him in a foul mood. He knew that he should be happy that he didn’t have to listen to her snide comments and degrading remarks.
“Draco…Draco…” said Pansy.
“What do you want?” He snapped with great annoyance. She was such a nuisance.
“Are you okay, Drakey? You seem out of it tonight.” Touching his cheek with her hand she gave him a concerned look. Leaning forward and kissing him on his jaw line, “You know,” a smile coming to her face “if you’re ever stressed out or lonely, you could come visit me. Or I could go visit you…it must be really lonely in that big room of yours. And living with that Mudblood must be very stressful for you. You know, if you want to I mean, I could help you relieve you stress.” She said batting her spider like eyelashes at him. He had wrenched back his face disgusted that the ugly bitch had touched him.
“Umm… no, thanks, I’m fine.” He said trying to sound polite. Looking hurt, she huffed and said
“Well the offer is always open, Draco Malfoy.” Turning away she resumed talking to her giggly friends. He excused himself from the table and headed out of the great hall. As he left, he turned back to steal a glimpse of Hermione. She was avidly talking to Ginny Weasly, apparently unaware of his departure. Grumbling to himself, he started towards his room. Upon his approach to the stairs, he changed his mind and headed for the Slytherin house.
Entering the familiar green and black room he climbed the stairs to Crabbe and Goyle’s room. Opening Crabbe’s trunk, he pulled out a large bottle of brown liquid. He knew that Crabbe always had a bottle or two stashed away for special occasions. Flicking a note telling him that he had taken it in his trunk, he slipped the bottle under his robes and exited the house. Climbing the stairs wearily he noticed that many of the other students were leaving the great hall. Ignoring them, he continued to his room. “Priori” he told the little wizard and the door swung open. Hermione had not returned. Why does time move so slowly when you’re lonely? He thought grudgingly.
Going to his room, he pulled out the bottle and changed to jeans and a black and gray collared shirt with the letters ‘WW’ embroidered in red at the bottom. Pulling out a shot glass from his desk he poured himself a drink, quickly downed it, and poured another. He felt the liquor burn and warm his body. Wanting to ensure a relaxed state, he took one more shot and cringed at the foul taste. Grabbing his school bag he slouched off to the common room. Throwing his bag on the table in the middle of the room he emptied it carelessly then went back to get the bottle and glass setting them on the table top along with his numerous books and bits of parchment.
He would catch her as soon as she came in, he decided. She had to talk to him. He was going to make her talk to him. Feeling the alcohol beginning to take its effect he lazily opened a book and stared at the words. Only able to write a couple of sentences of his current potions essay, he got up and turned on the amp. Slowly he began to play one of the muggle songs that Hermione had introduced him to. It was easy to catch on to the muggle rhythms and chords. Finally, after what seemed like days, she returned to the common room looking very frazzled and irritated.
“Fight?” He asked looking up at her. Putting the guitar in its stand, he stood up determined not to let her get away from him.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.” She answered and began walking to her room. Draco caught her arm and pushed her back against the entrance door. He placed his arms on either side of her head giving her little room to maneuver. “Malfoy, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit right now.” She said taking a deep breath shooting him an irritated look. “Have you been drinking?” He shrugged. She leaned closer to him breathing in. Taking his chin in her hand she pulled him down and kissed him with vigor; tasting him for a minute longer than it should have taken. “Whiskey.” She said breaking the kiss. Inclining her head once more she gave him another smoldering kiss. “Jack Daniels.” She said licking her lips.
“Someone knows their liquor.” He said breathing heavily raising his eyebrows with a questioning look. She didn’t reply and looked away. It felt good to kiss her again.
“Can I help you with something?” She asked sarcastically leaning back against the door and crossing her arms in her confined space.
“There are plenty of things that you can help me with.” He replied with a smirk. “But what I want to know is why you’ve been avoiding me.”
“I haven’t been avoiding you.”
“Oh come on Granger, you know you have been. What are you hiding?”
“Nothing. Now if you’ll excuse me.” She said pushing him away from her. He stepped back but did not move out of her way entirely. She walked around him and headed towards her room. Looking at the bottle on the table then back at him she smiled slightly.
“I’m not done talking to you.” He drawled following her to her room. She opened the door and started to go in. He held the door and started to enter.
“I do not recall giving you permission to enter.” She said as she threw down her bag and took off her robes hanging them in her armoire. Pulling at the knot of her tie she flung it onto her chair. Ignoring him again she walked to her dresser and pulled out black sweat pants that said ‘wizarcrombie and witch’, the same brand as his shirt, and a red and white long sleeved shirt that said ‘Burton’ on the back with a small picture on the left side of her chest. Starting to unbutton her blouse she gave him a look of pure annoyance. “Do you mind?”
“No, no, not at all. By all means…” he said eagerly with a smile.
“Oh get out you schmuck.”
“But if do that you’ll lock me out and not come out of your darling little room.” He said slyly.
“Ugh!” She yelled as she stomped off to the bathroom. Coming back in with her clothes changed she threw them in her hamper and grabbed her hair brush. “So…? Why are you still here?
“Well you never answered my question and I’m waiting.”
“I told you, I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve been busy.”
“You can barely spare two words for me in class. And we’re partners!” She moved quickly over to him looking furious.
“I. HAVEN’T. BEEN. AVOIDING. YOU!” she yelled in his face raising her brush to a very threatening position. Throwing her brush on her bed she rummaged through her bag for her wand. Finding it, she sent her locks into a high pony tail.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.
“Talk about what?” She snapped back.
“Your fight with the scallywags that you call friends.” Glaring at him, she crossed the room and wrenched open her door. Walking heavily to the table, she grabbed his bottle and glass. Following her with an amused temperament he watched her take two consecutive shots pausing only to pour herself another. By the fourth shot, it looked as if she was going to start drinking straight from the bottle. He conjured a glass of water and replaced the bottle with the cup in her hand. Taking the shot glass from her he took another and considered a fifth. Putting the glass down on the table, she seemed to have calmed down a bit.
“They were making fun of S.P.E.W. and I didn’t want to hear it.”
“S.P.E.W.?”
“Don’t say anything.” She said warningly, apparently not in the mood to explain what it was. She turned to go back into her room. She was gorgeous. Mumbling her password she opened her door.
“Need company?” He asked with a smile stretching across his handsome face. Pausing to think, she shook her head almost regretfully. He watched her pass through the doorway closing the door behind her. Sighing, he sat back at the table still unable to concentrate. He doodled new formations for their quidditch practice tomorrow.
Remembering that he had not told her about the Yule ball he got up and went to her door. Knocking lightly he waited for her to answer. Swinging open the door, she looked at him questioningly.
“I forgot to tell you that Dumbledore wants us to plan the Yule ball for everyone before they all leave for the holidays.”
“Okay. We can get started on it tomorrow, after dinner?” Her temper seemed to have vanished.
“Quidditch.”
“After quidditch then.” She said. He noticed that her cheeks were very pink. Lifting a hand he brushed her face softly. She was warm from the liquor. His heart seemed to squeeze in his chest. She is the definition of beauty he thought to himself. He could feel himself hopelessly falling for her. She was becoming a weakness. The world was so unkind.
Standing over her he bent his head down and gently brushed her lips. As his lips grazed hers, they parted slightly. He yearned to make them his. He wanted to make all of her his. Taking her face with both his hands, he lifted her mouth to his taking a small step towards her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his own around her curved hips.
He welcomed her embrace as he slowly fulfilled his desire. Breaking the elongated kiss, he gave her a series of shorter pecks and locked with her lips again. He felt her tongue caressing his as she intimately kissed him back. Unlinking her hands from behind his neck she moved his face to the side so that she could kiss his neck. Moving along his neckline she kissed him on his jaw line, the same place Pansy had kissed earlier that night. Chills ran down his spine at her touch. He pulled her closer nibbling on her ear and nestling his face in her neck. Holding him, she buried her face into his chest breathing slow even breaths.
“What time are you done with quidditch practice?” He heard her mumble into his shirt.
“When those blockheads can get the formations right.” He replied. “Are you going to come watch the match this weekend?”
“Of course! I always watch.” She said lifting her face to look at him. “Gryffindor is going to kick your ass.” She had a confident smirk to rival his own. He narrowed his eyes.
“Are you saying that you think that Slytherin will lose?”
“No” she said “I’m telling you that I know that Slytherin will lose.” She said triumphantly.
“Ohhhhh” he said laughing “I don’t think so Granger. No, no, my little book worm. Slytherin will win. I guarantee you that.”
“Uh huh… with Crabbe and Goyle on your team? I wish you the best of luck. They don’t even know which end of the broom to use!”
“I smell a wager coming on.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that snakes have a keen sense of smell.”
“If Slytherin wins, you have to tell Potter and Weasel how well you think I played and how you’ve decided that I’m the better, more adept captain and player.” She looked at him with a look of utter horror.
“That would be a terrible thing to do!”
“Then I suggest that you better have a lot of faith in your house before you make this bet.” He said with a smirk. “Well… if that end really bothers you, I’m sure I could think of some other way for you to pay me when I win.” He said annunciating the ‘when’ and rubbing his lips on her neck causing her to giggle.
“That would be the more sensible route to take since it would just be between you and me, however I do have a lot of faith in my house. So when Gryffindor wins then you have to tell Harry and Ron how well you think they played and after all these years of being beaten by them, that you have concluded that they really are the better players and that Ron is a better captain than you and how you are envious of their good looks and natural talent. And, you have to say how you don’t think that Slytherin will ever be able to defeat the mighty Gryffindors.”
“That was way more than what you would have to do!”
“Well do you accept the challenge or not Malfoy?” She said with a self-assured look. Taking a deep breath, he looked at her for a long time. Taking her face he kissed her forcefully until he heard her let out a soft moan of pleasure. Sure that she was thoroughly enjoying herself, he pulled away. She frowned at his abrupt pause.
“You’ve got yourself a bet Granger.” He stepped back and held out his hand. Shaking her small hand in his, he turned it over and gave it a kiss along with a gentry bow. Standing straight, he gave her a wink and turned to go to his room feeling her eyes on his back all the while.