Rescue Me

Chapter Six: Loss

Tell me why you broke me down

And betrayed my trust in you

I'm not giving up, giving in

When will this war end?

When will it end?

You can't stop me from falling apart...

You can't stop me from falling apart...

You can't stop me from falling apart

Cause my self-destruction is all your fault

-continued lyrics from "Open Wounds" by Skillet

Hermione stood in the Slytherin Common Room and stared at Draco. Silence had fallen between everyone, and people were shooting evil glares at Marla.

Marla looked around innocently. "You two know each other?" she asked quietly.

Draco moved forward and looked Hermione right in the eye. "I believe we've met a time or two, wouldn't you say, Granger?"

She shot daggers at him and said nothing.

"Well," Marla said nervously. "This is fun and all, but uh... I brought her here for some fun, so what say we do that, shall we?"

"Oh yes," said Draco. "Fun."

Hermione broke her contact from Draco and looked over at Marla. "Actually, I think I'm going to go," she said. "I don't know if I really belong here."

She turned to go, but Draco grabbed her. "No," he said. She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Stay."

He pulled her back in and shut the door behind her.

She looked around and realized that everyone was looking at her this time instead of Marla. "Well... all right. I suppose I could stay."

"Bring out the booze!" shouted Marla.

The Slytherins began to cheer and Pansy wheeled out a cart full of alcohol. Hermione looked up at Draco, who was smiling down on her.

"This is going to be a fun night," he said quietly.

"Get the hell away from me," Hermione spat.

The Slytherins continued to cheer and Draco pulled Hermione away from everyone.

"Why do you have to be so cruel?" he moaned. "Why do you have to do this to me?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" she snapped.

"Come on..." He put his arm gently around her waist. "You know you've missed me... I've been gone for so long."

Hermione pushed him off of her. "Get the fuck away from me," she said seriously, walking away from him.

"Hard to get I see!" he shouted at her. "I'll break you, bitch! I'll break you!"

Hermione went over to Marla, shaking a little bit.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"What do you think is wrong? Draco's here! He's my worst enemy! I must've told you that at least once."

She shrugged. "If you did, we were probably drunk. Look, don't worry about it. He's a dumb ass, just ignore him. Come on, kick back a couple of shots and have a good time! No one's here to judge."

"Did you see the looks on their faces when I walked in?"

"All right, so you're a little unwelcome. You're a Gryffindor in the Slytherin house. Didn't you expect that just a little bit?"

Hermione looked down. "I guess."

Marla handed Hermione a shot. "Now, come on! It's just a bit of fun!"

But fun was not what Hermione had that night. After she had been there for a little while and everyone, including herself, was drunk, Draco came back up to her.

"Hey beautiful," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "Go away!"

He moved in closer to her. "I don't think you're giving me a fair chance."

"I think you killed Dumbledore, and this is the best chance you're allowed to get!"

She started to walk away but he grabbed her and pulled her back and kissed her. She struggled, but he kept a firm grip on her, forcing her to keep in his grasp.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she sputtered.

"Showing you some real love," he whispered. The amount of alcohol on his breath was unbelievable and it almost made Hermione gag.

"Get off of me!"

He started to drag her away from the party, where no one even noticed that she was gone.

"What are you doing?" she shouted. Everyone was too busy laughing and drinking to hear her screams.

Draco went into the boy's dorm room and threw Hermione down on the bed. Even though she was drunk, Hermione's awareness factor had tremendously increased and she could still feel the pain and the fear welling up inside of here.

"Did you miss me?" Draco asked her.

"No you fucker!" Hermione snapped.

Draco walked over to her and slapped her in the face. Hermione lay on the bed and rubbed the spot. It was sore and red and the pain seemed to go through her entire body.

Draco straddled her and turned her over in the bed.

"I think you did," he said.

He started to kiss her again, pinning her down to the bed.

"No," Hermione pleaded. "Please, get off..."

Draco started to unzip his pants, and then hers.

Hermione closed her eyes. "No! Please!"

Draco leaned in, his tongue not the only thing he put gently inside Hermione.

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After it was all over, Hermione sat up on the bed and looked out the window while Draco slept next to her. She was crying and she felt extremely violated and held her clothes close to her now.

Draco stirred and looked over at her and smiled. "Hey, baby," he said. They were both sober now, but the party was still going on downstairs.

Hermione said nothing. She just sat and stared. Draco put a hand on her.

"Touch me again and I'll slit your throat," Hermione said, the hint of pure evil behind her voice.

Draco pulled it off of her and sat up. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"Do you even give a damn?"

"Look, Hermione... For all these years, I know I've been mean to you, but..."

"Draco, you can shove that tiny cock of yours in a bull, because I don't want to hear it."

She stood up and stormed out of the dorm, ran down the stairs, and headed for the exit sign.

Marla found her and approached her, laughing.

"Where are you going?" she giggled.

"Stay away from me," Hermione said icily and ran out of the Common Room. Marla shrugged it off and started laughing again, then screamed happily and took a shot.

Hermione sprinted down the hallway and went straight to the out-of-order girl's bathroom. She sat in there and put her head over the toilet, this time not necessarily throwing up because of her pain, but throwing up because she thought that if she did it would make the evening false. She couldn't think of anything but Draco on top of her, the happy look on her face, and the pain that she felt while he was getting his pleasure.

When Hermione was throwing up, even though it was dark, she could tell she wasn't throwing up normal vomit. It wasn't vomit or stomach acid, actually.

It was blood.

Her blood.

Hermione sat over the toilet, throwing up blood.

How did I let it get this out of control?

Myrtle slowly drifted in and saw Hermione crying on the floor.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"No," said Hermione. "No, I'm afraid I'm not, Myrtle."

Hermione let it all go and began to sob. Myrtle sat down next to her and tried to wrap her arms around her, but being a ghost she went right through her.

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Hermione stayed up all night thinking about the attack Draco laid on her. She was actually in the bit of a situation.

Did she actually like it? Was she just saying no because it was Draco?

The more she thought about it, the less fear she had about it.

It wasn't that bad...

It was just unexpected.

She rolled over.

How can I let myself think this?

But it didn't feel wrong. It was extremely weird, but none of it felt wrong. She felt like she actually wanted Draco... Felt like he actually might make her feel wanted...

But he had killed Dumbledore.

It was his fault that she had really let the insecurities build up.

But was he sorry for that?

The next morning Hermione made a decision. She saw Draco passing in the hall, went up to him, and kissed him.

Have I really lost all self control?

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Author's Note:

The chapters will be getting longer now that a major plot has unfolded. Review!!