Slaughter

Authors Note: Okay that was the worlds shortest Hiatus. Basically I thought that something was going to happen and then the thing didn't happen so lucky for all of you I am back for writing. This Chapter is pretty much all thanks to two people: SoftObsidian and Rob Pattinson. I have been obsessed with Rob Pattinson's music for the past month, he is all I listen to, and all I listened to while writing this chapter. And just generally speaking, SoftObsidian is the man, and reviews every chapter I post with lovely things to say. As always reviews are always appreciated and loved, positive or negative.


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“So ‘Mione, what’s the deal with this Mike guy?”

“His name is Michael Ron. And it’s really none of your business.”

“Aw come on, I’m just teasing.”

“Leave her alone Ron, if Hermione wants to date a boy that’s none of our business.”

“Thank you Harry.”

“Besides he has to be a step up from Krum.”

Hermione replied by throwing an over-stuffed cushion into Harry’s face, which, of course, he caught. Damn seeker's fast reflexes. Hermione had to admit though, it was good to be hanging out with Harry and Ron again. She hadn't seen them in way too long, they'd all been caught up. But they'd decided that the Christmas HOliday's were going to be their time to all hang out more. So they'd met up for a little impromptu party of three tonight, catching up on everything they'd been doing. They were the only ones in the common room, almost everyone else had gone home for Christmas. Ron had stuck around with them this year, claiming that he couldn’t handle another year of god-awful sweaters, and Hermione had told them that she had too much work to do as Head Girl to even consider going home. Of course the real reason was that neither of them wanted to leave Harry alone for Christmas and so by unspoken pact had decided to stay and keep him company.

It was Christmas Eve, and they’d spent the night lounging by the fire playing wizard’s chess and drinking butter beers. Tomorrow they might go join the Orphans Christmas feast (as Harry liked to call it) in the great hall, but for now it was just the three of them, no girlfriends or boyfriends, just like old times. Michael had gone home for the holiday’s, leaving her a present that he’s jinxed to explode if she tried to open it before Christmas day. They’d been seeing each other fairly regularly for the past few months, and he always made her laugh. He was smart, kind, funny and passionate, pretty much the perfect boy. In other words Hermione felt horribly guilty for not feeling the way about him that he clearly did about her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, she did, it was just that something was lacking. Not the chemistry, they had plenty of that. In fact that was the one area where Hermione had no doubts about their relationship. They hadn’t had sex, not yet at least, but there had been some action, of course there had been, they were teenagers after all. She wasn’t exactly sure what was wrong, but there was just something missing. ’You know what’s missing.’ Her cynical inner voice mocked her, ’He’s not Malfoy.’ As much as she hated to admit it, her inner voice was right. The plain and simple facts were that she couldn’t stop thinking about Malfoy.

Ever since that night things had been... different between them. He never spoke to her, never made fun of her anymore. When she walked into a room, he walked out. He had gone out of his way to avoid her, which should have made her happy. But perversely it had only made her want to see him more. It had become a secret thrill to spy him across the Great Hall at breakfast, a glance of a silvery head could make her day. She was sick, she had a sick problem, and she knew it. But she just couldn’t stop herself. No matter how many times she told herself that he was Malfoy, disgusting ferrety Malfoy, her brain still told her that he was Malfoy, hot, fuckable Malfoy.

Checking her watch, Hermione stood, brushing off the crumbs from the fudge that Mrs Weasely had sent them all. “I better go to bed boys, I’ll see you in the morning to do presents?” The boys mumbled sure, they’d see her tomorrow, distracted by their conversation about whether it was the shape or the feel that made up a really great pair of tits. She rolled her eyes as she walked out through the dim hallways towards her rooms. For all they were her best friends, sometimes the boys could just be gits. But they were her gits, she thought with a wee smile, tiredly brushing her hair out of her face and pulling it into a scruffy ponytail with the hair tie she constantly kept around her wrist.

The hallways were quiet, absent the usual noise that came with a high school. No feet running around after hours trying not to get caught, no house elves scurrying from room to room for laundry, the only noise her hollow footsteps. It might have been scary, but Hermione couldn’t imagine being scared here. This place was her home, her haven. Running a hand along one of the scarred walls Hermione couldn’t imagine how anyone could hate school. School was her refuge from her normal life. Here she was the best, not that freak girl who always had toads in her pocket when she walked into town (she sometimes forgot to change the things she’d charmed back. Even the brightest witch of her age could be forgetful, so sue her). Yawning slightly, Hermione realised how tired she really was. Picking up her pace a little, she wondered what her parent’s were doing right now. Probably handing out apples to carol singers like they did every year. Maybe in bed, cuddled up against each other, whispering sweet nothings in each others ears as they fell asleep. She’d always hoped she could have a marriage as happy as her parent’s when she grew up. She was bumped out of her tired, little daydream as she arrived at her rooms. Whispering the password, she stepped through into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Within seconds she was asleep.

The next thing she knew, her eyes were fluttering open as she felt something brush her cheek. Yawning, she looked up and saw a figure standing over her. Yelping slightly in shock, she relaxed when she saw it was Malfoy. Wait a minute that wasn’t right, she shouldn’t be relaxing around Malfoy. And what had he been doing while she was asleep? Had it been him touching her cheek that she’d felt as she awoke? Merlin knew what else he might have done to her while she was unconscious.

“Malfoy what do you want?”

“Nothing. I’m just going to bed. Go back to sleep Granger, you need all the beauty sleep you can get.”

He started to back away from her, turning and heading towards his room.

“Malfoy, Wait!”

“What Granger?”

He reluctantly turned, hands thrust into his pockets as he stood frozen in the middle of the room. Not quite coming, and not quite going.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do. You’ve been avoiding me ever since that night that you...”

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at her, daring her to finish her sentence.

“That I what Granger?”

“...that you kissed me.”

“You’ve lost it Granger, I never kissed you. And the reason I’m avoiding you? You make me fucking sick, and I cant afford to get ill in my final year.”

With that Draco turned once more, spinning on his heel as he exited the room and stormed towards his bedroom. Hermione sat up, confused. So he was just pretending it never happened now? That was probably what she should be doing too, she knew it was the best course of action, but she couldn’t just let it go like that. Let him pretend that she made him sick, when she knew better. Following after him, she stormed through the open door (not even for a second wondering why he might have left it open if he was so sickened by her) and up to him, prodding him in the back until he turned around.

“Don’t you even try to pretend that it didn’t happen. You know it as well as I do that you kissed me that night! “

“Did I? You sure you’re not just so desperate to get fucked that you made up a wee fantasy to make yourself feel special?”

He was just standing there, with that godforsaken smirk on his face. That I’m-so-much-better-than-everyone smirk. It made Hermione’s blood boil that he could just stand there and deny something that she knew had happened. That had been dwelling on her mind for months.

“Fuck you Malfoy, you know it happened! You stood right there in the common room and kissed me!”

Her eyes looked like they were on fire, tiny balls of rage glistening inside her face. She was torn between berating herself for letting him get to her like this and a maddening desire to make him tell the truth.

“Well maybe you should just remind me of what happened then Mudblood. Maybe then I’ll remember.”

He took a step towards her, closing the distance between them, forcing him to look up at her. She took a step back, shaking her head slightly as she began to lose her nerve. “Come on now Granger, it’s the only way I’ll learn. You kiss me once and I’ll tell you if I remember it happening before or not. You’ve got to understand it’s hard for me to keep up... I just kiss so many girls...” His words were spoken low, mockingly and he grabbed her wrist with his huge hand, using it to tug her forward.

“F-fuck off Malfoy. Let me go, I need to go to bed.”

She stared up at him as she spoke, nervously biting down on her lip. She was an idiot to bait him like this. But she wanted it. She wanted to kiss him again, to feel his hands grabbing roughly at her body. She’d always craved adventure. He shook his head at her, making little ‘tsk, tsk tsk’ noises.

“I should’ve expected such a foul mouth from such a dirty blooded girl. But now really, come on. You started this Mudblood. Is the brightest witch of her age losing her nerve? Or do you only whore for that boyfriend of yours now?”

He somehow made the word dirty sound completely obscene, rolling off of his lips slowly, sounding like he meant it in a completely different way. His mention of Michael shocked Hermione into action, and as she wrenched her wrist from her hand, slapping him hard across the face.

“Don’t talk about Michael like that, he’s a gentleman. Something you couldn’t possibly understand.”

She turned away from him huffily, and began to walk out, well storm out really. Then suddenly she found herself pressed with her chest against the wall, her face turned sideways as Malfoy’s hot breath slid across her cheek and his body pressed hard against her, a crushing force holding her to the wall. He whispered something unintelligible in her ear, sounding like ‘don’t fucking walk away from me bitch,’ though she couldn’t be sure.

“A Gentleman-Mudblood? Granger, are you a virgin?” She shook her head as much as she could, her face screwed up in discomfort. One hand slid down to her hip, toying at the edge of her jeans before slipping into them. He rubbed at her hip bone, for the moment going no further. “I’ll bet you a million galleons that you are.” His hand slipped further down, toying at the line where her panties began as Hermione struggled against him. “Have you ever fooled around? Hands over the bra, shirt open, praying to Merlin you don’t get caught?” She pushed against him, trying to throw his body off of hers to no avail as his hand slid easily into her panties, fingers combing through the curls that hid there, wet besides themselves. His voice spoke words that sounded low, intimate, inconsistent with the disgusting things he said. As he cupped her in his hand he continued to speak, lips brushing her ear softly. “Has he ever seen you; no bra, pants unbuttoned, shirts off, moaning like the little whore you know you are?” His index finger slid inside her, thumb grazing her clit as she tried to hold in gasps.

Her body had stilled, she knew she should be fighting this, but she couldn’t, didn’t even want to try. He fucked her slowly, adding a second finger as he started to grind his hips against her ass, she could feel him pressing into her back with every rhythmic motion he made. They were both breathing hard at this point, Hermione mewling like a kitten as he picked up pace, his thumb grazing her clit every few seconds causing her to gasp and shudder against the wall. “Do you think he ever imagined you’d be getting fingered against a wall by your worst enemy while he was at home in bed like a good little boy? Answer me.” She shook her head, beyond speaking. His words disgusted her, but she was too turned on to care. She’d answer him anything as long as he didn’t stop. The pleasure was building up inside her, making her whole body convulse. It was so wrong, but Merlin it felt amazing. He was moving urgently against her, his cock straining against his pants as he pushed his body roughly against hers again and again.

She felt like she was about to burst, his fingers fucking her fast and hard, slapping against her body every time they hit bottom. Her pants had somehow come undone at some point and sagged slightly as he levered their bodies away from the wall for better access. Soon, too soon for her liking, Hermione cried out, and with a shuddering gasp, came, whimpering and moaning as she did so. Her body felt like it had been put through a wringer, she was suddenly exhausted. Malfoy’s movements began to slow, a few last urgent thrusts putting him over the top. They both slumped against the wall for a few moments, catching their breath. Malfoy slid his fingers out of her, wiping them against her jeans to get the sticky, wet fluid off of them. He pushed away first, pulling off his top and shucking off his pants. Hermione turned and watched him, the full weight of what she’d just done hitting her. She’d cheated on Michael. And not just with a kiss or something, she’d really cheated on him. She was a terrible girlfriend. Staring at Malfoy through half-closed eyes, she saw him looking back at her. They were both thinking the same thing ‘what the fuck do we do now?’ Thankfully Malfoy decided for them.

“Get the fuck out of my room Granger.”

“O-okay.” She pushed herself off of the wall she’d been leaning on, zipping her pants back together and trying to hide her ashen face from him. That was the first time a boy had ever touched her like that. Definitely the first time a boy had ever made her come. And it had been with Malfoy of all people. If anyone ever found out about this, she would never ever live it down.

Talk about your huge, epic, resounding mistakes. She was about to leave when something came to her. She had to ask, just had to know.

“Malfoy?”

“What Granger, you want round two? Sorry, I don’t fuck trash.”

“Fuck you. You’re not going to tell anyone about this are you?”

“You think I want people knowing I touched you? Get a clue Mudblood, it’s like I told you before, you make me sick. Everything about you disgusts me. You are everything that is wrong with Wizarding society. So in short? No I’m not going to tell anyone. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go and scrub myself clean of your filth, I may be some time."

"So that's a no then," She muttered to herself as she walked out of the room.