Abused Massacre

The next day went as usual. She eagerly anticipated her time with Malfoy more than she would have liked to. Looking at her watch, she willed time to go faster. Time was such an amazing thing. By dinner, she was obsessed with the idea of their bet. Maybe she should have bet him something else. Not that she didn’t have faith in her team, but just in case Gryffindor slipped up a bit.
“So how is quidditch going?” she asked Harry.
“Okay. The weather hasn’t been good. It’s been raining nonstop and I have a hard time finding the snitch even with your water repellent charm.”
“Well, you’ll still beat Slytherin this weekend, right?”
“Is that even a question you need to ask, Hermione?” Ron said in amazement.
“Well Ron, there’s a good chance, Slytherin will be a tough match this year. Have you seen Malfoy? He’s been making his whole team run around the pitch while we’re practicing. Says it’s for endurance. They even run in the rain!” said Harry.
“They’re only trying to see our plays. Confidence is the key to the game, mate.” Replied Ron through mouthfuls of food.
“They train on weekends too! I don’t know, I think we’ll have our hands full.”
“Well, whatever you do, just catch the snitch first.” Said Hermione worriedly. “I’ll see you boys later. I have to catch up on some homework.”
“Do you ever need to ‘catch up’?” asked Harry.
“Harry, this is why you and Ron are always cramming at the end of the weekend. Maybe if you tried to keep up during the week you won’t feel so stressed out and tired by Monday. Plus we need to start studying for our N.E.W.T.s!”
“But where’s the fun in that? You have to live your life on the edge, Hermione. So…can we copy your History of Magic notes tomorrow?” he asked with a smile. Ron goggled at her.
“N.E.W.Ts aren’t until June and its only November!.” He said.
“Well don’t you always Harry?” she said, ignoring Ron. “Okay I’ll catch you later.” Swinging her heavy bag on her back she turned on her heal an exited the great hall. “If only you knew how ‘on the edge’ I’m living.” She said to herself.
Entering the large common room, she flopped her bag onto the large desk and went to her room to put on comfier clothes. Donning her black sweat pants, a long sleeved shirt, and gray sweatshirt, she went back out to start her homework.
Putting on her reading glasses, her eyes began pouring over the gigantic books. Unfortunately during the summer holidays she had noticed that she was unable to see the fine print in some of the books that she had bought for some light reading. Mentioning her concern to her mother, they went to see and optometrist the next week. He had informed her that her vision was slightly impaired from the massive amounts of reading that she was accustomed to doing. He gave her a light prescription and took her to look at frames. She had chosen a thick rectangular shaped black pair. She was quite fond of the inner yellow lining of the frame. The contrast seemed to make the black stand out more.
After two hours of scribbling on various pieces of parchment, she was nearly finished.
“I could do with some hot chocolate.” She said aloud not looking up. Not two seconds later a small house elf came running with her ear flopping behind her holding a mug the size of her head.
“For Miss Hermione” she said in a high squeaky voice.
“Oh! Umm… thank you.” She said taking the drink spewing with fluffy white marsh mallows. The elf bowed and started to retreat back to her hiding place. “Wait!”
“Yes, miss?”
“What is your name?”
“Finx, miss.”
“Well thank you. Umm…do you get paid, Finx?”
“Oh no miss! It is an honor to be working for Professor Dumbledore, miss.” She said as she scurried away before Hermione could say anything else.
Holding the large mug with both hands, she slowly sipped the chocolate. She could hear the pattering of the rain on the window pane. Taking off her glasses she got up, walked to the windows and looked out. She could see tiny green blurs swarming around the pitch. The rain was pelting down on them in sheets of fury. Sipping again she turned and sat back down at her seat. Placing her glasses on her face she set to finishing a potions essay that she had started the previous day.
Another hour later she was nearly done with the last of her numerous essays when the portrait had swung open and a water logged Draco Malfoy dragged himself in. The green of his robes was almost black with wetness and his sopping hair was dripping into his tired gray eyes. Large drops of water ran down his handsome face as he looked up at her slowly, his broom in tow.
“After I clean up we can start working on the Yule ball preparations.”
“Okay, I’m almost done here so just come into my room okay? I’ll leave the door open.” She replied her eyes surveying him from behind her glasses. He looks incredibly sexy when he’s wet she thought.
“Alright.” He said as he turned slowly and slumped off to his room.
Doing her best to concentrate on the remainder of her essay she scribbled a conclusion and then set down her quill. Her hand was tired from all the writing that she had done that night. Stretching her arms above her head she yawned and proceeded to neatly put her belongings away. Positioning her back pack comfortably, she held her hot chocolate in her hands as she went to her room.
Looking around, daylight had long forsaken the red room. Moving to the black window, she drew the gold and red curtains, shutting out the unforgivable darkness. Dropping her bag by the desk she sat and pulled out her current reading interest. The library had a small selection of muggle readings which she took great pleasure in. She had checked out Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte this week. Engrossed in the novel, she had not heard the shower go off.
“’Unjust!—Unjust!’ said my reason, forced by the agonizing stimulus into precocious though transitory power; and Resolve, equally wrought up, instigated some strange expedient to achieve escape from insupportable oppression—as running away, or, if that could not be effected, never eating or drinking more, and letting myself die.”

“Eh hemm.” She jumped. “Are you ready?” he asked shuffling into her room wearing black cotton scrubs.
“Oh! Yeah. You startled me.” She said as he flopped face first on her bed.
“Where do you want to start?” he asked into the pillows.
“Well how about a theme.” She said while pulling out some notes of her ideas. “I was thinking since the last few years have been costume based balls that this year we’d make it a bit more formal. What about a masquerade? That way people can dress up and still get somewhat of the costume feel. I think we could please everyone this way. I heard that there were complaints last year because some of the girls wanted to dress up. What do you think?”
“Sounds good. Decorations? And music?”
“Well I was thinking, the normal Christmas theme, with fake snow around the edges of the hall. We could put up some streamers in neutral colors along the walls. Maybe a nice wintry scene out on the balcony with potted pine trees. We can use fairies to light the trees. Outside shouldn’t be so hard since Dumbledore wants it a week before Christmas holidays and it should be snowing so we don’t have to worry about conjuring a fake snow fall. We could put an invisible dome around the balcony so that the real snow doesn’t spoil our decorations and every ones clothes. I think that if we conjure the dome correctly then it’ll keep the cold out also. I read it in a book once. I think I can find it again. Are you listening?”
“Mmm hmm…” he hadn’t moved an inch from his original place on her bed. His wet hair had fallen over his closed eyes. She badly wanted to brush it away so that she could see the entirety of his handsome face. His attractiveness was pulling her in.
How the hell did we end up like this? If anyone ever found out about her rapidly developing feelings for Malfoy, she’d bring horrid amounts of ignominy upon herself. She didn’t even want to think about Harry and Ron’s reaction to her new found feelings. After all the years of the taunts and jeers he had directed at them, how could she possibly be falling for this man? But how long could she not? And how was she going to hide it?
“Okay, and as for the music, I was thinking since we’ve had the Weird Sisters for the past three years, that maybe we should try someone new. So I think that I’ll book Strangling Pillars. They’re a pretty new band, but they’re super popular. How does that sound?” She asked looking up from her notes. “Malfoy?” huffing, “Malfoy?!” She said a little louder. He didn’t budge. “I can’t believe this.” She said. “Well I guess this meeting is over.” Getting up, she grabbed her towel and headed for the shower.
Twenty minutes later she was ready for bed. Pulling on bright pink pj pants and a black long sleeved thermal, she tried to get Malfoy off her bed.
“Hey! Get up you dolt.” She said loudly while poking him in the ribs. He wouldn’t budge. “You are the heaviest sleeper I think that I’ve met.” Trying to pull back the covers from under his heavy body she turned off the lights and climbed into the vacant half of her bed. “I can’t believe this.” She grumbled as she lay looking at the dark canopy. After what seemed like hours, she finally drifted off to the steady sound of his breathing.
Waking the next morning to Crookshanks’ whiskers brushing against her face, she smiled and pet her cat without opening her eyes. Rolling over, she was greeted by Malfoy’s warm body. Sometime in the middle of the night he must have gotten under the covers she thought. She had another hour before she had to get up for breakfast. Pulling the covers up to her neck she felt Malfoy stir as he shifted his arm and placed it over her. Wrapping it around her small frame she stiffened as he pulled her into him and threw a heavy leg over her securing her in place. Uncomfortably, she lay her head on his chest trying to fall back to sleep. Closing her eyes, she could hear his heart beating slowly and felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. His masculine scent intoxicated her senses. Shifting her head to a more comfortable position, Malfoy slipped his hand under the back of her shirt and tightened his hold on her. Mewing, Crookshanks walked around their heads trying to find a way to get near Hermione. To no avail he left with an annoyed meow.
An hour later with another attempt at waking her, Crookshanks jumped directly on both of their heads.
“What the fuck?” Malfoy said barely lifting his head to look around before he let it fall back down.
“Alright, alright I’m getting up.” She groaned giving the cat a rough pet. Propping herself on her elbows, she started to push herself out of bed only to be dragged back down with one strong arm. “Hey!” Easily, he pulled her back to him and once again flopped a heavy leg over her. “We need to get ready for breakfast. And Crookshanks needs to be fed.”
“There are plenty of mice in the castle. Let him find his own breakfast.” He grumbled.
“No… he likes his special cat food that I prepare for him.”
“You give that puff ball special cat food?” He asked into the back of her neck. Feeling his lips move against her skin made her shiver with delight. She was enjoying this more than she should be.
“Yes. He is a very well pampered cat.”
“No wonder he’s so fat. He’s going to die of cardiac arrest.” He said chuckling.
“Don’t say that!” She yelled. She felt him lightly kissing the back of her neck. Flipping her over, he began softly kissing the front of her neck, enveloping her in his muscular arms.
“Mmm… you smell good” he said.
“Malfoy, we really do need to get up.” She said with a sigh. I’m in heaven she thought. Regretfully, she pushed him away and slid out of the bed before he could bring her back. “Get up.” She said flinging back the covers.
“NO…..” he groaned. Rolling over, he groped for the covers but they were too far down the bed. Making Crookshanks his food, Hermione grabbed her wand and rushed into the bathroom.

Two days later, Hermione sat wearing only red and gold with all the other Gryffindors cheering on their team. Colin Creevey enthusiastically chattered over the microphone despite the cold and rain. Hundreds of house colored umbrellas could be seen surrounding the stadium.
“And Ron Weasly saves yet another goal for Gryffindor. Ron barely escapes a bludger sent by Crabbe. Ohhh! Crabbe just received a bludger of his own sent specially from Ginny Weasly.” The score was 50 Slytherin 40 Gryffindor. Hermione really hoped that Harry would find the snitch soon. She watched as both Harry and Malfoy circled the pitch.
“Go Harry!” she screamed. Neville winced and rubbed his ear next to her. “Oh sorry Neville.”
“It’s okay.”
“There goes Malfoy!” Colin yelled. Harry streaked after him. Side by side, bumping each other as Harry pulled ahead.
“Faster Harry!” she screamed. His hand was reached out groping the air for the tiny ball. Malfoy gave him another bump and he lost his balance. Speeding forward Malfoy snatched the snitch in his right hand and zoomed upward. Madame Hooch blew her whistle. The game was over. Slytherin had won and the stands were erupting with their cheers. Hermione saw Harry fly past Ron. The entire Gryffindor team had shocked looks on their faces. Landing, the dejected red and gold team slumped off to the locker rooms.
“Oh, no!” Hermione said.
“It’s okay Hermione. We’ll beat them in the championship game.” Neville reassured her with a little pat on the shoulder. She tried to give him a hearty smile.
“Right. Yeah, you’re right.” She said unenthused. She looked up as Malfoy flew by their bleachers and slowed. Looking straight at her with a smirk he sped off to the rest of his celebrating team. Her heart sank. Of course she had to lose the bet when it was the only time in seven years that Gryffindor had lost to Slytherin. Following the rest of the crowd back to the castle, she made her way to her room.
“What am I going to do?” she said aloud.
“You are going to tell Potter and Weasel that I’m the better player.” A voice came from behind her. Spinning around, Malfoy was walking behind her up a flight of stairs with a delighted grin on his face.
“Right.” She said with a frown. How am I going to say it to them without them biting my head off? I didn’t anticipate them losing. Malfoy came up beside her and threw a wet arm over her shoulder.
“Good luck.” He said leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
“Uh huh.” She said distractedly. Finally reaching her room, she stripped off her wet clothes in a daze and headed for the showers. She was almost as wet as Malfoy was. When she entered the bathroom, he was already getting the bath ready.
“Care to join me?” he asked with a smirk.
“No thanks, I don’t think I’d care to sit in the same water where you genitals are floating around.” She retorted as she stepped into the shower stall.
“Suit yourself.”

That night at dinner Harry and Ron sat discussing the match.
“Harry, it’s okay. It was raining hard.” Ron said consolingly.
“I know, but if I would have seen the snitch first and not lost my balance then we would have won.”
“Like is said mate, it was raining hard. Krum would have lost his balance it was so slick.” He said shooting Hermione a look. He knew that she was still conversing with him. She blushed slightly.
“Well at least you know what you’re up against for the championships, right?” Hermione said.
“Yeah.” They replied.
“Maybe you guys should cross-train also. It seems to have helped the Slytherin team loads.”
“I guess they did play pretty well, didn’t they.” Ron said.
“Haha, maybe you could take tips from Malfoy.” She laughed.
“I’d drop dead first.” he said with a grin.
“Well you have to admit, that he’s probably the best captain they’ve ever had. Flint sucked ass, remember?”
“Hey! Whose side are you on anyways!” Ron said heatedly.
“Oh Ronald, don’t be silly.” She responded smoothly.
“Yeah I guess he has helped the team a lot.” Agreed Harry. “He did play a better game than I did today.”
“Well maybe only for a day. I think it was a fluke.” She responded. Sighing with relief, she had done it and neither of them was mad at her. Harry had actually admitted it himself. Much happier now, she finished her food. Hermione Granger, you are one slick chick she thought to herself. Looking over at Malfoy who was watching her intently, she gave him a huge grin and wink.