A/N: Hello my lovely (readers and reviewers ;))! First, I have to say that I am really sorry for the delay but I have been awfully sick so I could not write. But you’ll see that this chapter is totally worth all the time you have waited for…I swear. Don’t forget to leave a review please, whether you like the chapter or not; feedback is always welcome!
Zabini! Thought Hermione, shivering. How in the hell was she going to escape? If only she could get her wand in her cloak…Unfortunately for her, Zabini had the same thought because he found her wand and threw it away.
“Listen…” he whispered dangerously in her ear. “Now that you are defenceless, we are going to have a little chat. I’m gonna remove my hand but if you scream…I swear you will be hurt…badly, very badly. Am I understood?”
Hermione nodded nervously. Zabini removed his hand and made her turn around so that she faced him. He was smirking at her. A smirk which was more dangerous than the one of Malfoy; it was frightening her while when it was Malfoy, well she was embarrassed, almost agitated….Where did that thought come from? She wondered, confused. Malfoy had absolutely no effects on her! He was just so….Malfoy. She shook her head and looked at Zabini. That’s when she saw all the bruises on his face; they probably came from his fight with Malfoy. She smiled inwardly, suddenly happy that Malfoy had had the upper hand on him because there was no mark left on him.
“What are you thinking of, Mudblood?”
Hermione tensed at the word and chose to counter-attack.
“Why didn’t you put a silencing charm on me? I thought you did not want me to scream.”
“On the contrary, I would love to…just to have the pleasure to hurt you because you did.”
Hermione gulped. She knew he was not kidding and she was starting to be afraid.
“What do you want with me?” she asked nervously.
“Just talk a little bit. You know…I’ve been really disappointed in you. What a little sneak you are: Telling about our secret…”
“What secret? The fact that you were groping me everywhere.”
“Oh come on, you know you loved it! Besides, that’s the only thing you are worth for, filthy little Mudblood!”
He squeezed her arm and pulled her against him so that her face was only inches away from his.
“What’s startling me is that on all people you chose Malfoy to talk about it. I wonder why…”
“I did not tell him. He just guessed.”
That was quite the truth but she refused to confess that she talked to Malfoy or they would be both in trouble.
“He guessed? “ He snickered.
“Yeah…I think he saw you. It’s not my fault, then. You can let me go.”
“I don’t think so. Nobody is here to disturb us so I suggest we stay here for a while.”
“I have other things to do.”
His grip tightened on her arm. “What would be more important for a Mudblood than spending time with a Pureblood Slytherin?”
“No more words or you will regret them.”
He slowly unbuttoned her cloak and made it slid down her arms. Then he looked at her, hungrily.
“Sshhh…we wouldn’t want to cut your little throat now, would we?”
His hand went up her leg and landed on her thigh, massaging it roughly.
“Don’t make a move.” He whispered, putting her arms above her head and gripping them tightly with on hand while the other one continued its ministrations on her body.
Hermione clenched her fists. Think, Hermione! Think, for heaven’s sake! There must be way to escape. But how? What could she do against a mad guy without her wand? She turned her head as he was trying to kiss her and closed her eyes to prevent tears from falling. She won’t give him the pleasure to see her cry.
Certainly angered by her behaviour, Zabini savagely ripped her shirt and put his hand on her skin.
“My, my…who would have thought that the Mudblood was hiding this? “ He said maliciously.
Hermione bit her lip. That was it! She was going to be raped by Blaise Zabini in an empty classroom and there was nothing she could do about it. There was no one to save her, everybody was in their common rooms, teachers too busy to be preoccupied by this and Malfoy…well, he was probably waiting for McGonagall in the Transfiguration Class. A sob escaped her lips as Zabini’s hand reached her knickers. Please, let it be quick! She prayed desesperately.
“I think you should let her go.” Said a voice behind them.
Zabini quickly let go of her wrists and turned around.
“Draco, what a surprise! Care to join us?”
“No, thanks.” He looked at Hermione. “Granger, are you okay?”
Hermione abruptly opened her eyes and tears of relief rolled down her cheeks when she spotted Malfoy. She whipped them away and crossed her arms on her chest.
“Of course, she’s okay. “ Zabini answered. “We were just having a little fun.”
“She does not seem really amused.” He said sharply. “Blaise, could you explain to me what you where planning to do? Rape her? Kill her?”
“Wow. Easy, Drake. I really wonder why you are so concerned about her.”
“This is not about her. I don’t want us in trouble and raping the friend of the famous Harry Potter will get us in trouble, will get me in trouble. Who do you think McGonagall is going to suspect? Me, of course. So please, leave her alone.”
He picked up Hermione’s cloak on the floor and put it on her shoulders.
“We have a detention to finish Granger; we’d better go back before McGonagall realized we left. I’ll see you later, Blaise.”
He opened the door for Hermione to go out. He cast one last warning look to Blaise and followed her suit.
They walked in silence. Draco glanced at Hermione and saw she was shaking madly.
“Granger, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” She snapped. “Besides, why do you care? I’m just a filthy little Mudblood.”
“I just saved your life.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Oh really?” she said shakily. “I thought it was just for you and your friend not to be in trouble.”
“Look, I know you’re still angry but it’s not…”
Draco stopped abruptly. They were in front of Transfiguration Classroom and McGonagall was waiting for them, more angered than ever.
“Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy…I’m sure you have an explanation.”
“We had a fight.” Draco answered before Hermione could say anything. “And it was pretty bad so Gran- Her- She decided to get out. I ran after her to convince her to come back, I succeeded and…there we are.”
“You had a fight.” She sighed. “Once again…I assume some things can’t change. Nonetheless, I’m sure another week of detention will be good. So you’ll be there tomorrow evening, 9:00 PM. You’re dismissed.” She finished sharply.
Once she had left, Hermione turned around and practically ran.
Draco hesitated one second and decided to go after her. When he drew level with her, he caught her arm and turned her around. She looked at him and he could see the fear in her eyes. Then she began shaking madly again.
That’s when she burst into tears. Draco looked at her, suddenly embarrassed. This was the first time he had a crying girl in front of him and he did absolutely not know what to do. As she was not stopping, he pulled her against him; she responded to his embrace, putting her head against his chest, her fingers gripping at him nervously. Draco did the only thing he could do; he let her cry and comforted her, patting her back once in a while. He had never done this before but curiously it did not bother him to do it with her. For once, someone needed him, really needed him.
Once her sobs were subsided, she looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Then she looked at his clothes and blushed, seeing she had soaked them.
“It’s okay. I had to wash them anyway. Do you feel better?”
“Yeah, thanks.” She replied, stepping back a little.
Draco looked at her, she still looked afraid and weak, and he could not leave her alone in these dark corridors.
“Come on. I’ll walk you to your common room.”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to…”
“I insist. I don’t want Blaise to tempt anything else tonight.”
They walked in silence again, exchanging embarrassed glances.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione whispered. “I know you saved me and I know it was not only because you did not want to be in trouble. Let’s say you half-lied to him.”
“Yeah…let’s say it’s like that. Look, for the “M” word, I did not mean it like that. I had a rough week but I know that’s not your fault. I mean, I make my own choices but…Zabini is out of control. I’ll keep an eye on him from now on.”
“Maybe I could tell Harry or Ron.”
“No.” He whispered sharply. “They mustn’t know.”
“They will know that’s something is wrong with me. Especially after what happened tonight…I don’t want to be alone, I’m scared.” She added, whispering.
“I’ll take care of this problem. I swear that Zabini won’t ever be near you again. And if he ever annoys you, tell me and only me. Remember what McGonagall said, nobody must know…for the moment at least. I promise nothing will happen to you, okay?”
“Okay…” But she shivered unconsciously.
“Did he…hurt you by the way?” He asked.
“No, he just ripped my shirt but I’m perfectly okay.”
“Good…well, I think you are arrived.” He said as Hermione stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. “Good night, Granger.”
“Wait!” she cried. “Thank you…who knows what would have happened if you did not show up.”
“Even if you’re not my favourite person in the world, I could not let Zabini do that. Rape is horrible…even for you.” He smirked.
“Why, thank you Malfoy.” She said ironically.
They suddenly looked at each other and the air changed between them.
“You know that doesn’t make us friends.” He stated seriously.
“True…but that’s the sort of thing who does not make us enemies anymore.”
She took a step towards him and lightly kissed his cheek.
“I don’t like you, Granger. You know that.”
“I know…me neither. Good night, Draco.”
She gave him a slight smile. He did not return it but looked at her intensely before turning around. Hermione looked at him disappear in the darkness and finally entered the common room, thinking that something had definitely changed between them.
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