A Journal of a Sorted Affair

Draco

I always go to the library after hours when I want some time alone. No one is ever in there and if somehow is it's always that Mudblood and we ignore each other. My father had angered me with his recent letter yelling at me about my poor games in Potions. He claims I need high marks to be able to have a good future. He wants me to have the same future he wanted while he was here, but I don't want that. And even I do want that, I don't want him choosing that for me. I refuse to let him control my life. He can control my mother since even though she is a Pureblood she is weak and allows him, but he will not control my life.

She was in the library studying, alone. She's always studying alone it seems or with Potter and Weasley getting Gryffindor in trouble. Not that I mind Gryffindor, Potter, and Weasley in trouble, but I don't see why she gets involved each time. But then again, she is just a filthy little Mudblood. She was sitting there pouring over books for Potions and didn't notice my approach. I was just going to insult her, but something happened.

I stood there staring at her for a moment before she noticed the shadow over her book I had created. When she saw me she rolled her eyes and told me to go away. I didn't listen to her, just stood there thinking of the best way to insult her. And I did. We insulted each other for at least ten minutes before I noticed the fire in her eyes. There was actual fire in the Mudblood eyes. And it hit me, the perfect way to get back at my father: to fuck a Mudblood, Dumbledore's ally, and Potter's friend.

I quickly, before she could scream or fight, trapped her in a kiss. After a moment, to my surprise, the Mudblood kissed me back. I ripped her clothes off, and took off mine. She wasn't a dreadful sight either unclothed. She was slender, fit, and had full breasts. I didn't touch her breasts since I wasn't there for her pleasure, just for my own revenge. Pinning her to the library table (she wasn't fighting, she was responding to my touch), I fucked her. I hurt her. Oh, she was ready for me, but she was a virgin and it felt good to take the Mudblood's virginity, to cause her pain. She didn't scream though, just moaned in pain. Soon, though, to my surprise and honestly pleasure, she was responding again. She had an orgasm, and I had to let go. I made her take my cloak and I took her ripped robes with me. I left her alone in the library, naked and probably quite sore.

I raped Hermione Granger.

Hermione

I was in the library after hours studying and Draco Malfoy came in. We insulted each other, but then he was on me. He kissed me. Draco was kissing me! I didn't fight him, though. I will never lie to myself, and say that Draco is unattractive. No, Draco is a gorgeous man. Even as hard and cold as he is on the inside, he's a gorgeous man on the outside. No woman would claim she didn't like advances from him. I didn't fight him. I refused to put up a fight. I was at least going to try to enjoy it, if I could. I mean how many chances would I get to kiss Draco Malfoy anyway?

Feelings I had never experienced before overcame me. I had kissed Ron on several occasions, and even had snogging sections. But nothing he made me feel could complete with what Draco was creating inside me. There was a fire in the pit of my stomach. Each time he slanted his mouth over mine, the fire grew stronger. Before I could stop myself I found myself kissing him back. I know that shocked him because he jumped when my tongue brushed against his. But he didn't stop. If anything, he grew more determined. He ripped off my robes. Yes, ripped literally. He took his precious time undressing himself though. He is a gorgeous man. Perfect, slender, hard, defined. I looked my fill at him, and I know he enjoyed it. When he looked at me, naked, he didn't have a look of repulsion on his face either.

He pinned me to the table, but I didn't fight him. I pulled him on top of me instead. I wasn't experienced in what was going to happened, but I'm not dumb either. It hurt. I didn't scream though. I knew if I screamed someone would come, and for some reason, I didn't want him to stop. He didn't move for a few moments... I think he was letting the pain recede. Strangely enough I found myself thinking that was an interesting thing for Draco Malfoy to do. When he started move in me, I felt more feelings I never felt before. The fire in my stomach had swamped over my whole body and I felt hotter than I ever had before. I copied his movements, and I think that surprised him. The feelings built and built until I felt something I've never felt before explode inside me. It felt so good, I actually moaned with pleasure. In the library, with Draco of all people inside me. He also moaned with pleasure a moment after I did (as if he was triggered by my release) and collapsed on top of me. Strangely enough, he braced his weight so it wasn't fully on me, and I felt that was a strange thing for Draco to do, almost considerate.

After a few moments, he rolled off me and stood up. He gave me his cloak (since my robes were ripped, and he didn't repair them but insisted on taking them with him. He claimed he didn't want me to have "evidence" of what happened. To be honest, I don't know what exactly happened.). Then he left as cold and as hard as he ever was towards me. I was naked, sore, and alone in the library. I found myself wishing Draco would have stayed with me.

Draco

From the shadows, I watched her sit alone in the libray, my cloak pulled over her body. She stayed there alone for awhile, unmoving. When she finally got up she was cautious. I saw her grimace in pain when she began to walk. She was obliviously in pain-pain I caused her. I thought she was going to fall when she stumbled, but I didn't move from my position in the shadows. I felt the urge to go to her, to hold her even. But I stayed in my positions in the shadows. I followed her to the staircase I knew that leaded to the Gryffindor dormitories, treading softly so she didn't hear my steps. She walked slow and cautiously. I felt a twinge of guilt of causing her that pain, but I pushed it away, reminding myself it was only part of the revenge, that she was Potter and Wealsey's friend, and of course, she was only a filthy little Mudblood after all.

After she was in her dormitories I walked down to the dungeons, to my own Slytherin dormitories. I enjoyed the long walk, thinking of my revenge. I probably won't tell my father what I had done until after our last day at Hogwarts, but I would someday. I had my revenge on my father. He was not going to control me. He was on going to control my life and my choices. My mother may be weak and let him control her, but I refuse to. I will live my own life, no matter what he thinks.

That night, as I laid in bed, I thought of her. Her touch, her reaction, her sweet smell... I thought that if that was how revenge always was, it was indeed sweet.

Hermione

For days after my meeting with Draco in the library I was sore, but tried to hide it the best I could. No one asked why, but I did get strange looks from professors and my fellow students. Anytime I was in the Great Hall or a classroom with Draco, I felt my eyes drift to him. I can't help but recall his touch, so gentle (Draco gentle?), yet so hard at the same time. I don't know if I should have had my first experience on the library table, but I did and strangely enough, I don't regret it. I just wounder if I will ever be able to experience his touch again; I wanted to experience his touch again.

Ron keeps trying to get me alone, but I avoid it at all cost. After Draco, Ron seems so inexperienced, young, and platonic. There is no real attraction to him anymore, if there ever was. He never asks what's wrong and why I keep making excuses, he just lets me. He doesn't insist so I assume he doesn't particularly want to be with me anyway. Somehow the thought of Ron not wanting me does not hurt. To be honest, as long as he is still my friend, I don't want anything more with him. We tried, and we failed.

I caught Draco staring at me once. He sneered at me once he caught me looking back, but at first I noticed it was a soft stare full of longing. I can't help but hope that he recalls how night and wants the same thing I do: another night. I wish that I could bring myself to tell him, but I can't. He still insults Harry, Ron, and I every chance he gets, but I notice the malice in his insults towards me has left some.

I saw him this morning with Pansy from Slytherin hanging all over him. What he sees in that cow I don't know! She's an evil girl and everyone knows she's been with every guy-including Crabbe and Goyle-in Slytherin. Including Draco. I can't put my finger on why, (even though even I have inkling why) but each time I think of Draco with someone else-anyone else really-I can't help but be jealous. Jealous they are receiving his touch and I am not. I feel as if I'm still sitting in the library that night when he left me, alone, naked, and hurt (only this time, emotionally).

Maybe we can find each other alone in the library again. Or maybe Owlery with the night sky to look at and the cool breeze creating by the wind or owls flying about.

Ginny

Something is wrong with Hermione. I know it. Something has changed. She avoids being alone with Ron. Just last week she was finding excuses to be alone with him, but now she is avoiding it at all costs. She makes up ridiculous excuses, too! Ron doesn't seem to notice, but I don't how long his ignorance will last. A couple of days ago she was walking as if she was hurt, but not on the leg. As if she was hurt somewhere else... I have my suspicions why, but it doesn't add up if she is avoiding Ron. The night before she starting walking like she was hurt and acting suspiciously (consequentially it all started the same day), she was alone in the library studying until well past the time I went to bed. I can't help but wonder if Ron did something to hurt her... but he's Ron, my brother, and he cares so much for Hermione. I don't know what to think anymore.

When I told Harry my suspicions, he agreed Hermione was acting strangely, but promises he knows nothing. I can't help but feel concerned for her. I also see her looking towards the Slytherins at almost every meal. I can never follow her glaze enough to see who she is staring at, but there is never a look of hatred in her eyes. This worries me all the more than anything. I don't know why it does, but something about the way she is staring at the Slytherins doesn't seem to fit at all. Or does it? Something is going on, and she isn't saying a word, and she never keeps secrets from me. I was the first to find out she had a crush on my brother (but, of course, I had my suspicions before she confirmed them). If I didn't know any better I'd say she was ashamed of the reason she is acting strangely and of the reason she was sore (I believe they are actually the same reason). I didn't tell Harry, but I don't think Hermione is a virgin anymore.

Draco

I heard that she was avoiding her boyfriend, Weasley. No one will say why, but I believe I know. Maybe no one actually knows but me. She probably was too ashamed to tell anyone come to think of it. For some reason, I hate the fact she might have been ashamed of what happened. I know I should feel relieve I'll never be found out, but somehow I wish she would tell someone so I could boast. But I do find a bit of pride in the fact she is obliviously no longer satisfied with Weasley after me. I still wonder what took Weasley so long to take her. I guess just some guys are just so slow, he probably didn't even realize she wanted to have sex. Wait, did she want to have sex with him? Ha, probably not. Who would want a Weasley anyway?

No not boast, just talk about it. Something changed inside me that night and it wasn't finally getting revenge towards my father. It was her losing herself in my arms. My arms; not Weasley's. She caught me staring at her once.. I have a feeling she stares at me times I don't know, but I also stare at her when she is not looking, so I guess it's rather fair. I haven't talked to her since that night, but to insult Potter, Weasley, and her. I have to keep up appearances. The fire in her eyes are still there, but somehow tainted. As if the fire isn't there out of anger... but out of habit. I saw her staring at me as Pansy was trying to get me to meet her in the common room after it emptied. I was about to refuse Pansy when I saw her. She looked angry, and had the fire of angry passion in her eyes again. I can't help but wonder if it was because Pansy was flirting. I took Pansy up on her offer, but she wasn't as good as she used to be.

I found myself thinking of her instead of Pansy when I came... this scares me. Luckily I didn't call her name, or else I would have been found out. Somehow, Pansy and everyone else finding out doesn't scare me (and if I slipped to Pansy, even in the act of sex, she would tell anyone and everyone in Slytherin-and since it concerns a Malfoy, they would all listen-that I called a Mudblood's name, especially since she would be hurt. Not that she cares for me, her pride would be hurt.). Her, the Mudblood's, reaction scares me. What if she is angry? What if she hates me? What if she is ashamed of that night? What would it do to her reputation and friendships if it were ever found out she had sex with Draco Malfoy of all people? What if I never get to touch her again? I think I am beginning to care about the Mudblood, maybe because I've never taken a virgin before, but I don't want to care about her. Her or any other female for that matter. But definitely not her. She's just a filthy little Mudblood.

I think I will die if I don't touch her again.

I think I"m gonna start staking out the library after hours.