"Malfoy, get away from me." She lazily swatted a hand at me and grumbled a profanity as she rolled over, 2 hours later. Those were the first words out of her mouth, after I had repaired her. I chuckled, "How ungrateful of you, Granger. I thought you'd be a little more appreciative. Considering.." "Considering what? That Ron was pissed off at me because I still had your underwear in my laundry? Pissed that I hadn't deleted your number? That your spell book was still in my book collection? No, I don't appreciate you, thanks. You caused this." She remained rolled over but I could feel the eyes in the back of her head burning holes in my skull. "This? What did he do to you?" I asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She flinched.

"You saw. The bruises. The bleeding. He got mad. I was defenseless. He broke my wand." That bastard. He broke her wand. Her only defense against a big, muscular Quidditch team captain. "Why'd you let him do this to you, Grainger? Merlin, you must've had some trick up your sleeve." "Not this time. I was just studying in the common room when I felt his hands. They were everywhere before he petrified me." He froze her. She felt everything and couldn't fight back. Or scream. I would have heard her. Saved her. She was right outside my door and I didn't know it. "I never thought he'd do something like that. He said I was cheating, and that if I was going to give my body to you that I should give it to him too." She said, still not facing me.

I gently rolled her over to look at the nasty bruise encasing her left emerald green eye. She look bewildered as she reached up and touched my face. "Please don't let him get me again.." She begged me. Begged me. She never begged, not for anything. I cradled her. "It's not really your fault, you know." She said against my chest. "I shouldn't of messed around with so many boys.. I really am just a dirty mudblood." Mudblood. It sent a sharp pain through my chest to hear her call herself this. This horrible word that only I could call her when she was writhing around under me in a fit of passion and pleasure. That word was unspeakable any other time.

"Stop that. You can't call yourself that." I fought back tears. "Why not? That's the only word he could seem to utter when he hurting me. It must be true if someone can say it with that much hatred behind it." She said it so nonchalantly, it scared me. Like she'd heard it her whole life. Maybe because she had. I was the one who threw the word out so venomously in first year. You know, Ron had protected her back then. He protected her from me, not that I would actually hurt her like he had. All I ever thought about her was how amazing she was. How much more brilliant than me that she was. How stupid I looked in comparison in Potions when she would raise that dainty little hand and utter some spell, that I had been struggling with, and make it seem flawless. Snape always had a fascination with her as well, and she took my place as his top student. After a while, I saw how fulfilled it made her feel and how happy she was so I stopped trying to one up her by third year. I let her be. But I couldn't leave her be now, she needed me. "Can we just forget this happened? I just want to sleep." It was only five o clock in the afternoon but it looked like she'd been through hell. "Sure, Hermione. Sleep." I said her first name for the first time in what felt like years, and rolled over for her to place her head on my chest but she didn't. She remained lying still on her back, eyes closed. I didn't question it, maybe she was sore. It broke my heart but I turned onto my side and watched her sleep. I watched her lie motionless for 6 hours. After the sixth hour, she started moving around a lot, and suddenly started screaming. I jumped up startled and gently started to shake her awake. "Hermione.. wake up, love." I stroked her hair as calmly as I could. "No…stop…" She groaned, thrusting her hips upward. She threw her arm out and truned over. "Hermione!" I said a little louder, grabbing her so she wouldn't fall off the bed. She screamed at my touch and her eyes flew open. She threw a right hook at my face and I blocked it, thanks to the many drunken fights I'd put up with from Blaise. She was awake now but still panicking. I had to do something. I gently took her arms in my hands and held them. She was sitting up, breathing heavily and looking at something just past my head. I knew what she was seeing. He'd cursed her to see him in her dreams. That was my punishment as a child from my father. He'd curse me to see him hurting me or my mother in my dreams and his silhouette would linger on the wall in front of me for about two minutes. Just long enough to scare me and add to my nightmares. "It's not real, it's not real.." I chanted to her. Her breathing slowed after about ten minutes of me telling her it wasn't real. I held her hands until she finally went slack. She collapsed into me and I stroked her hair. "Why am I like this?" She croaked out. "Shhh..love, your fine. Your ok." She climbed onto my lap and I noticed she was bleeding again on my lap. She must of ripped open the stitches I'd put into her with all of that flailing. "Hermione, I have to fix your stitches. Is that okay with you?" I asked, I had to stitch her up before she damaged herself even further. She looked at me, absoloutely terrified. She nodded slowly but still clung to my neck. I gently leaned back with her and laid her down, prying her arms off of me. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to get my wand." She nodded and I grabbed my wand off of the nightstand. I need you to take those off." I gestured to the boxers and she slowly removed them. I spread her legs just enough to see the damaged areas. She had a few things internally, I guessed her cervix, that were bruised but closer to surface was her split open clitoris and her walls were scraped to bits. Like someone used a razor or something. After I was finished, I helped her dress again and changed the sheets. I still couldn't believe the damage that had been done. She never fell back asleep, afraid of the nightmares, but finally allowed me to lay there with her. I stroked her hair, ignoring the flinches she would make when I touched her. "Don't stop that, please. I like it, your not hurting me.." She whispered into my neck. "I won't stop." This whole day had been a blur. One minute I'm sitting on my bed, drinking a beer and watching the muggle fights on the television and the next, I'm picking up a broken Hermione off of my floor and stitching up her lady bits. I learned how to do that when I was about 9 years old. I was playing in my room with a new miniature Hogwarts Express that I'd just gotten for my birthday when I heard my mother screaming in pain from her bedroom and my father yelling at her. I crept down the hallway and, against my better judgement, I peeked in the doorway.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You want to tell me no? Go ahead, bitch. Tell me no. I like doing this to you." A young Narcissa was being held by her long white blond hair by a much larger, more muscular, young Lucius. "Please, be quiet! Draco will hear." She begged. "You think I care about him? He did nothing but ruin your body and what used to be the best pussy I'd ever had. You shouldn't have told me no if you didn't want him to hear me taking what's mine anyway." He was raping her. She cried silently until he was done. He dropped her and adjusted himself as he Flooed to the nearest bar. Narcissa lay there, naked and bleeding from places that Draco had never even heard of before. He ran to her. "Mother?" "Draco, go play. I'm okay." She wiped the blood from her legs and tried to stand but fell down. "My wand.." Draco grabbed it off the nightstand and handed it to her. "No, I need you to do something for me.." All of her dignity was lost that day as she taught her son how to heal rape wounds inflicted by his own father.

I ran my hands through my hair as I remembered that day. That was the first of many times that I had to heal her. Until he finally beat her so bad that she just died. I wanted to kill him after that but he was the Dark Lord's best soilder. I couldn't take him from The Dark Lord. So he lives. In the same manor that he committed all of those horrible incidients. I haven't been back since she died two years ago, I hoped I would never have to heal another woman like that.

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