Muggle Marriage Law 51599

Cap 7

She waited until the safety of their bedroom to allow her tear ducts to flood. She stood for a moment in front of the bed as the tears ran down her face. She blinked rapidly.

She removed her shoes and headed for the balcony. She needed to get some fresh air. She looked up into the clear night sky. She breathed, trying to calm herself down.

She didn’t know why she allowed Reimers’ words to affect her so. It wasn’t as if she ever took the former Slytherin seriously, especially not at Hogwarts. He was like most of the Slytherins, stupid arses. Reimers was a jerk.

But what she realized was that this jerk was in Draco’s close circle of friends. He would be one of his confidants. It was the realization that no matter what she did, she would never fit into Draco’s world. They were too different. She had known that from the first moment he had looked down at her and smirked when they were eleven. She would always be that outsider looking in.

She had been out on the balcony for a good hour. She could still hear the music from downstairs. She shivered in the night air. She looked over the railing. It was a good sixty feet off the ground. She sighed. She’d probably just hurt herself badly.

“Mom, I don’t know how I’m going to get through this,” she said looking up into the heavens. She missed her talks with the older woman. She shut her eyes for a moment. She breathed in again.
‘You should have just stayed in tonight, Hermione,’ she thought to herself. She wiped her cheeks with her palms. She looked upwards again before deciding to go to bed.

She walked into the room, breathing deeply. She didn’t see it coming. The hand muffled her scream. She struggled. Was it Corey making good on his threat? The hand finally lifted.

“Corey, wait,” she pleaded before turning around.

“Reimers?” the tall blonde haired grey-eyed wizard said icily as he narrowed his eyes at her.

* * *

He had entered the room moments earlier. He had had way too much to drink that night. Even he had to admit to that. He removed his shirt, socks and shoes, and sat on the small bench next to the bathroom, wriggling his toes to relax. What the hell happened that night?

He saw the figure walk through the curtains. He stood up quietly.

* * *

She was actually relieved that it was him. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief. His eyes turned stormy.

He grabbed for her neck and threw her into the bookshelf. She fell to the ground bringing several books with her. She felt her head. She saw the crimson from the cut. She gulped.
He kicked her in her sternum. She clutched at her midsection taking in small quick breaths. She turned on her back.

He uttered the torture curse three times. She trembled as the last one ceased. Her right shoulder felt like it was about to fall off. She could feel her eyes roll into the back of her head. But before she could go unconscious he pulled her up by her shoulder, she wailed in pain.

He pushed her again into the bookshelf. He held her by the neck and rammed her against the wooden shelf. He pointed his wand at her face. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading for an explanation.

“How dare you!” he said narrowing her eyes at her. “How dare you walk into that ballroom as if it were second nature to look like you did! Who were you trying to impress, Granger?!”

“No one,” she cried.

“How dare you get all those wizards to notice you like that! Did you like their hands all over you?!” he said tightening his grip on her neck.

“We were just dancing, Draco,” she said almost inaudibly, choking on her breaths.

“You slut!” he said pulling her away from the shelf. He shook his head, trying to clear the effects of the glasses of liquor he had consumed that evening.

“Please, Draco, please,” she began looking into his eyes. She had placed her palms on his chest for balance. “Please think about what you’re doing. The alcohol. Please don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

He smirked at her. In a measured and icy tone, he said through gritted teeth, “How dare you wear your house colors to my bed.”

With that, he tore her dress off her shoulders and yanked it down. It pooled at her feet. She gulped as he pointed the wand at her chest.

“I should have killed you that first night,” he said icily, his eyes fluttering, slightly.
She shut her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks. She pulled the tip of the wand into her chest. She felt the wooden stick touch her skin. “Here’s your second chance,” she said softly, looking into his eyes. Her eyes fluttered as her knees buckled. She fell into his chest.

He pushed her off onto the bed. She felt the soft sheets under her naked body. She breathed in deeply. ‘What was he going to do to her?’ she thought to herself.

He tore her knickers off her and pulled her legs apart. He gripped her wrists with his hands as he looked into her eyes.

“Were you planning a rendezvous with Reimers?” he shouted at her as he palmed her breast.

“No, Draco,” she cried.

“Don’t lie to me, Granger!” he said forcing her to look into his face. He held her chin. She trembled. He let up on his grip. “Were you waiting up here for all of them to take turns on you?”

“No,” she cried again.

“You fucken whore!” he said as he forced her thighs open. He rammed his shaft into her. Her breath caught in her throat. He repeatedly thrust into her, not even caring about how much he was hurting her at that moment. She endured the onslaught, too weak to fight back.

* * *

“I don’t know what I did wrong, please,” Hermione finally begged softly.

“You lived,” he said as he looked straight at her as he thrust into her. He wanted to make her pay for everything; how she had bested him at Hogwarts in just about anything that didn’t involve a broom. He watched as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. She had shut her eyes on him and he was disarmed for a moment.
He squeezed her chin. “Don’t shut your eyes on me,” he breathed in hard. Her eyes fluttered. He blinked wildly, trying to clear the dizziness.

She looked up at him. She felt him near his climax, he spilt his seed into her before collapsing on her. Her breathing was labored under him.

She gulped, “Why me?” she asked softly, her eyes half closed. He looked at her wondering what she was going on about. She looked at him again, “Why did you choose me?”

“I didn’t choose you,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “Mother did.”

Hermione stifled a sob. She turned her head, not wanting to look at him.

“So what else have you to say for yourself?” he said, a little slurred as the effects of alcohol were finally getting to him. He shook his head as he pulled out of her.

Her breath hitched as he loosened his grip on her wrists. She stifled another sob. She looked up into his eyes. Her lower lip trembled for a moment. His eyes softened as he watched her breathe.

“You were right,” she said in a small voice. “I am worthless. I’m just a filthy Mudblood hole that you can stick yourself into, Draco.

“I mean nothing to you,” she said shutting her eyes. He moved off her and lay next to her. He watched her turn on her side facing the balcony. He could tell she was crying silent tears by the way her back shook.

He gently draped his arm over her hip. To his surprise, she grasped his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. She pulled his hand up under her chin. He felt the moisture from her tears.

He took in a breath and then exhaled softly. He gently kissed her shoulder. “You’re mine,” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered for a moment. “I’m yours,” she said squeezing gently on Draco’s hand. Draco pulled her in closer to his body. He could feel her breathe against his chest. His eyes also began to droop before he finally joined her in sleep.