Save Me From My Pain

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with the wonderful world JK Rowling created! Just thought I\'d clear that one up so I don\'t get sued!

Author\'s Notes: I\'d just like to say that this is a Severus and Hermione fic. If you may be offended by that, please don\'t flame me, just don\'t read it. The character\'s may be a bit OOC (out of character), but I am hoping to stick as close to what JKR made as possible.... anyway, here\'s chapter one! Enjoy and please review!

Chapter One: Tain ain Begins


20 year old Hermione Granger just locked up the bookshop in Hogsmead for the night. She had been working there since she left Hogwarts, grateful for the opening so she could still be close to “home.” Instead of going back to her small house in the village, Hermione started walking toward the castle, it was time she visited everyone again.

Hermione could barely believe that only a year ago she wouldn’t have dreamedwalkwalking up to Hogwarts this late at t, bt, but it had been 10 months since Harry defeated Lord Voldemort and now the streets of the Wizarding world were safe. Her, Harry, and Ron kept in close contact since they left, but at first it had been hard not being with them all the time. Harry and Ginny were dating and her and Ron had dated for a while, but Hermione found that she couldn’t handle more than a friendship with him.

Hermione was deep in her thoughts when she reached the all-too-familiar gates that led to the grounf Hof Hogwarts. She smiled to herself as she looked up at the many towers and turrets of the great castle that had been her home throughout the best years of her life. She soon learned that, although she was very successful during her years at school, it really didn’t matter that she had been a Prefect and Head Girl, the only thing that had really mattered when she wentkingking for a job was what her NEWT and OWL test scores were.

She was walking along the path up to the school when a hand covered her mouth and grabbed her from behind. They took her wand from within her robes, she suddenly felt helpless and vulnerable.

“Funny seeing you again, Mudblood.” She heard a drawling voice in her ear. It had been years since she heard that voice, but she would never forget it. She shut her eyes, willing the hands that entrapped her to be an illusion. She opened her eyes and found that she was being pulled away from the castle. Once they passed the gates, Hermione felt a tug around her navel and knew that they had taken a portkey somewhere. She closed her eyes tight, waiting for the spinning to stop. It did and she opened her eyes and looked around.

“Where are we?”

“My house.”

“Why?”

“Payback.” He said simply.

“So the cowcomecomes back to finish his schoolboy torture?” Hermione was getting very mad.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I am not a schoolboy, nor am I a coward.”

“Oh? Then why did you run away from defending your “lord” in the final battle?”

She could tell that he was seething with anger.

“You will not talk to me like I am your equal Mudblood!”

Hermione chuckled. “You’re right Malfoy, I’m not your equal. I’m better than you!” Hermione was silenced as his hand slapped her across her face.

“Never talk back to me again.” Hermione held her cheek that was burning from the contact in her hand, forcing the tears back.

I\'ve got to get out of here. He has my wand though! Why was I so careless? What can I do? Maybe I should play his game and find out what he really wants. Or maybe I could apparate! Why didn’t I think of that before?

Hermione focused all her energy into her attempt to apparate. Nothing happened. She tried again. Still nothing. Of course he would have thought of that beforehand. Hermione was really beginning to see the hopelessness of her situation. She decided to play along with his little game.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

He chuckled, making shivers crawl up her spine. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He grabbed her arm and, with some resistance on Hermione’s end, pulled her down a hallway and up another until they stopped at a room. He opened the door and pushed her in. The room had only a queen-size bed in it. He cd thd the door behind him.

“You will be here, at least for a while. I wouldn’t try apparating, it won’t work. The door only opens from the outside unless you know the spell to open it from the inside. I suggest you make yourself comfortable.” With that he left the room. Hermione was determined not to cry, crying wouldn’t help anything and she wouldn’t give Malfoy the satisfaction of knowing he got to her.

A while later, Malfoy came back into the room. A house elf was behind him carrying a tray of food. Hermione was sitting on the bed, lost in her thoughts when he cleared his throat. She looked at him. He walked to the middle of the room after ordering the elf to shut the door after entering. He conjured a table and two chairs, then beckoned Hermione to sit. She did so, not wanting to get on his bad side, not that she wasn’t already. The elf placed the tray on the table, then bowed low.

“I’ll call if we need anything else.” Draco said rudely. The house elf disappeared with a small pop.

Hermione just sat there, there was a plate of food in front of her, but she didn’t have much of an appetite.

“You are aware that it is rude to not eat when offered food? Or do they not teach Mudbloods manners?” Draco said coldly.

She didn’t say anything back, instead she looked down at her plate. There was a pasta dish, a salad, and a roll accompanied with a glass of white wine. She picked up her fork and pulled the salad toward her and took a bite. As she chewed and swallowed the first bite, she felt her appetite coming back to her. Though she did not look back up at him, she could feel Draco’s eyes studying her every move. She finished her salad and took a sip of the wine, half scared that he had poisoned something. It was exquisite. She then started to work on her pasta.

“Tell me, what was your best subject while we were at school?” It was more of an order than a question, but she ignored that.

“I’d say I was best at Potions, though my favorite was Transfiguration. You?”

He ignored her question. “What about teacher? Who was your favorite?”

“Professor McGonagall, and no, it isn’t because she was my Head of House.” She started to smile, but then remembered her predicament. He noticed this and smiled to himself.

“She was my favorite as well.”

Hermione was shocked to hear this. She assumed that Snape was his favorite, since he was obviously favored by Snape. But But I thought that Snape- ”

“You aren’t the only one, but are you forgetting that he was a spy. He never liked me or my father, he just had to pretend to so ouldould stay on the Dark Lord’s good side.”

“He’s gone now though, so why do you refer to him as if he’s still here?” ((A/N: She is talking about Voldemort...))

“I am just as glad as any that he is gone, but for much different reasons.”

“Why do you hate me so much? It can’t be entirely about something so trivial as my bloodline, somng Ing I have no control over!”

“But it is. You may be an intelligent witch, and I don’t doubt your ability, but you will still never be a true witch. It’s sad that such intelligence was cursed with Muggle parents.”

“Don’t you dare insult my parents!” Hermione got up from the table and went over to the bed. She sat cross-legged, facing the wall. Her elbows were resting on her knees and her head was resting in her hands.

Draco saw this as hpporpportunity. He walked to the bed and climbed behind her. He pulled her hair away from the back of her neck and placed a gentle kiss on her neck. She started to pull away, but his grip on her hair stopped her from going far.

“Now, now, Mudblood. Be a good girl.” He kissed her neck again, sending unpleasant chills down her spine.

He let her hair go and reached in front of her and began taking her robes off. She grabbed his hands and he could feel her trembling slightly.

“Don’t, please don’t do this.” Her voice was soft and pleading. He laughed, a deep, cruel laugh that made her cringe.

He maneuvered his hands and wrists to where he was holding her wrists. He continued pulling off her robes and discarded them on the ground beside the bed.

I can’t let him do this to me! I know that he is much stronger than me, so fighting him won’t get me anywhere. Maybe if I could find a way to get his wand. But how would I get out of the room? I could make an unauthorized port key, Fudge would understand, I hope.

So while Draco was pulling Hermione’s navy blue baby tee over her head, whispering things like, “that’s a good girl,” in her ear, Hermione was devising a plan to get his wand. She barely noticed when he pushed her onto her back on the bed, only in her bra and pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, then pulled them off.

Silky black bra and panties, never knew Granger was the kinky type. He straddled her and bent down, kissing her stomach just below her belly button, working his way up. He reached her chest.

“Now, this is in the way,” he said as he took her bra off. The sudden cool air on her chest brought Hermione back to reality. She gasped and covered herself with her hands. Draco pulled her hands away from her chest saying, “Now, now, we mustn’t hide something so beautiful.” He held her hands down on either side of her head.

He bent down and kissed her lips. She didn’t kiss back, nor did she fight him. He moved to her jaw line and left a trail of kisses along it and down her neck. Her body was reacting to his attention, though she was fighting it with her every will. She closed her eyes as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, teasing her.

“Please stop!” Hermione was close to crying and Draco could hear it in her voice.

He moved his attention to her other nipple, teasing it as well.

“But your body is telling me to continue.” He smirked at her.

“Damn you Draco Malfoy!” Hermione yelled.

“Do that again and I’ll be forced to put the silencing charm on you.” Hermione closed her eyes in frustration. Draco went back to teasing her chest. She tensed beneath his grip and kept her eyes closed tight. She was trying to focus on something, anything else. A little bit later, she felt him get off her, the sudden lack of warmth making her uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and saw that he was watching her.

“Get dressed.”

She hurriedly did so, then climbed back on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. She refused to cry even though her body was telling her to. She couldn’t look at Malfoy, it would make what happened reality, and she didn’t want that.

Draco watched her dress, seeing the conflict in her eyes. When she finished dressing and climbed back on the bed, he pulled a small teddy bear from his pocket. He walked over to her and handed it to her. She looked up at him with a confused expression on her face.

“It’s a portkey. I’ll be in touch.” He said, then went to the door. “Oh, and don’t bother telling anyone about this. They all think I’m dead.” He smirked at her and left the room.

Hermione held the stuffed animal with a death grip, she had no idea when it would activate, but she was determined not to miss it. She waited for what seemed like hours before she felt the familiar tug on her naval. She shut her eyes and waited for the spinning to stop. When it did she opened her eyes and found herself in her living room. Her whole body was trembling and fellfell to the floor on her knees. A tear fell from her eye and she whispered, “What just happened?”

Hermione looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already 10:30. She went to her room, tossed the teddy bear in the chair by her bed, then got ready for a shower. When she got in bed and attempted to sleep, she found that it was not going to be easy falling asleep.

What did Malfoy mean by ‘payback?’ It could just be a pathetic excuse to get me in bed, but I will never willingly sleep with him. I don’t know! And why does everyone think he’s dead? Maybe he just said that to make it to where I wouldn’t tell anyone! Thoughts like these were flying through Hermione’s mind. Eventually, she fell into a restless sleep.