Hey, so yeah remember when I said a few weeks? Apparently in my world that means a few years. Apologies. I got curious as to what I wrote when I was 15 and thought I'd continue for a writing exercise. I apologise if it's jolted and a bit shit I'm out of practice.
I'm 19 almost 20 now studying filmmaking in university and am focusing on scriptwriting and editing and my attention span for reading books and writing over the past few years has been dreadfully lacking.
You probably don't care about all this but apparently 15-year-old me thought you did and just in case there's any strange people who actually want to know what I've been up to there you are.
On with the show I guess. I'm not entirely sure what I had in mind for this story but we'll figure it out.
WARNING: Abuse and mention of noncon. I will mark beginning and end with **
Hermione hid in the farthest corner of the library, huddled over a book about Veelas she already read 4 years prior. It had been taken from a pile of many, atop of which was an inkwell Hermione was using to write a series of notes, her quill scribbling frantically.
Despite the fact that the prospect of getting romantically involved with a Veela ex-bully ex-terrorist for the rest of your life is not a matter of the mind, Hermione Granger was ever the pragmatic.
Her mind was racing at the speed of light, running through pros and cons and consequences repeatedly. She sat up and observed her uncharacteristically scrawling notes. She wasn't really angry with Malfoy for not telling her. After consideration, she realised that if she were in his position she'd have no clue whatsoever how to approach the situation. He was considering her feelings at the end of the day, even if he was a bit dense with his logic. She already knew he was a Veela he thought she wasn't going to be suspicious if he started trying to court her?
Then again, as she racked her recent memories of Malfoy she slowly realised she might've also been a little dense and oblivious. Hermione shook her head, bewildered at her naivety. Her mind was a lot less active than it used to be, and she hated comparing herself now to her past self, before the war, before Ron…
She sighed and rubbed her eyes with her palms, glanced at her watch and balked. She'd spent the entire day in the library and now she'd missed dinner. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done that. She chuckled to herself. Even though Malfoy's predicament might be confusing her to high heaven, it provided a welcome distraction and was the first thing she focused on for an entire day in weeks. Plus, an added bonus that she's not seen Ron once.
Hermione worried her lip, considering this. Would he be mad at her? Would he think she was avoiding him? What if this is what sends him over the edge? What if he thinks she's having an affair? She groaned quietly and her heart sank. In all the confusion over being Malfoy's… mate, she's finally gotten her mind off Ron. But it came crashing back as it always does. She contemplated how she ended up in this situation, her love life had never been a concern before and now she was stuck in a weird demented love triangle? Where one's your supposed soul mate and the other threatens to kill you on a daily basis.
Hermione chuckled to herself, she felt like she was in a bad young adult novel. She took a deep breath and stood, simultaneously knocking over the pile of books, including the open inkwell and splashing ink all over herself. She groaned and buried her head in her hands. When everything piles up at once the smallest of things can feel like the earth crashing down on you. Hermione took a deep breath and pulled her wand from her sock, siphoning the ink from the floor and her clothes back into the inkwell.
She berated herself for tearing up, the situation was resolved and no harm done so why was she so upset over spilt ink? What had she become? She used to be strong, intelligent, focused, outgoing where has this bravery gone? Why is she cowering from Ron? He won't kill her, surely. She scoffed at herself, the reason she was in this pit was because she put herself there and refused to climb out.
Hermione took a deep breath. Enough was enough. She stormed out the library with conviction she hadn't felt in a long time, levitating the books back in their rightful place as she went… she respects the library enough not to leave a mess of course.
She grasped at the straps of her bag so tight her knuckles turn white. She tells herself she has nothing to be afraid of. She can easily best Ron she's Hermione fucking Granger is she a fucking witch or not.
She barged through the doors of the library ready to head to the Gryffindor common room, when she comes face to face with her fear and her mind goes blank.
There he was, leaning on a pillar right by the library, fingering at his wand, staring right at her.
"Ron!" Hermione squeaked in surprise. She cleared her throat. "Uh, what are you doing here?" He straightened up and smirked at her, strolling towards her. Hermione swallowed her heart in her throat and raised her chin, determined not to let him scare her.
"I'm a student here also, I can't frequent the library?" He stopped a foot away from her, still too close for comfort. Hermione met his eye and he stared right at her, piercing her with his cold gaze.
"I didn't realise standing outside counted as frequenting." Hermione jibed at him sarcastically. His eyes flashed and he smiled wider.
"Well I just thought I'd hang around to escort my lovely girlfriend home," he took a step closer and Hermione stepped back, hitting the wall. He was close enough now she could tell what he had for dinner by his breath. "Wouldn't want anything to happen to you. These corridors can be dangerous at night, especially for a weak little Mudblood." He scoffed at her and towered over her. She scowled at him and he raised an eyebrow.
"I was worried about you today," he said, Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed. In what feels like an instant he has his hand in her hair, her head is yanked back and she's shoved in a broom closet and pressed against the closed door, the handle pressing hard into her back, unable to move. She screams and he shoves his fist in her mouth. She bites hard but he doesn't relent. "That's what I get for caring about you? You fucking bitch you're lucky I give an inch of a shit about your worthless ass you know how many guys would give up on you you fucking prude? Well I don't because I fucking care and I know deep down you're a fucking whore who needs my cock inside you. I bet that makes you wet, huh Mudblood? Tell me how wet you are." He takes his fist out her mouth and she spits in his face.
His expression changes instantly to cold and hard, completely unrecognisable. Hermione stared wide eyed at him. This couldn't be Ron. How does someone go from the sweetest soul to this monster in front of her in a matter of months?
Ron wiped the spit from his cheek, rubbed his hand on a cloth hung up and stared down at Hermione with disgust in his face.
"That's how you want to play huh? Well then," he pulled his wand from his pocket "I guess getting to a better location will be a bit tricky if you're going to make a fuss huh?" Hermione stared wide eyed at him, and he tugged harder on her hair making her cry out.
"Oh but I wouldn't want to get rid of those delicious little screams huh? I guess… I'll just Imperius you to the Room of Requirement and I'll lift the curse once we've arrived. Sounds like a good plan don't you think?" Hermione stared disgustedly at him.
"The Room of Requirement was destroyed you fucking moron you were there." She spat. Ron laughed.
"No, the room of lost shit was destroyed the Room of Requirement remains, I've checked." He smirked at Hermione's terrified expression. Her plan of standing up to him was going horrifically so far and if she couldn't reach her wand soon she'd be walking her way to hell. The only problem was Ron was pressed completely against her and her wand was in her sock.
"What the fuck happened to you? Since when are you raping and hitting and using Unforgiveables?" Ron laughed in her face and his breath wafted over her face.
"Since you, you stupid bitch! Since you wouldn't give me what I was rightfully owed! You brought this upon yourself and now you're going to get your reward." He raised his wand and Hermione's heart hammered in her chest. Adrenaline took over and as he pulled back to perform the spell she kneed him straight in the crotch. Her heart jumped in her chest in hope but he didn't even flinch.
Hermione stared open mouthed in shock as he bellowed in laughter. She's seen him drop in a second from sitting on his broomstick at an awkward angle and a full on knee to the balls does absolutely nothing?
"What the fuck?" she whispered, as he continues to laugh and lets go of her hair to double over. Hermione moves in a flash and in seconds her wand is in her hand a spell is on her tongue and in even less time her wand is snatched from her hand and is in two pieces on the floor. Her heart sank. She finally got her wand back after the war and now it's gone. She couldn't believe he'd done that. Even when she tries she can't beat him. She looked up from her broken wand and at Ron's menacing smile. He leaned in and Hermione stood frozen as he brought his mouth up to her ear and sucked on her earlobe. Hermione shuddered in disgust. He chuckled in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Oh I'm going to enjoy this," He whispered. She could feel the tip of his wand press against her temple and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Imperio." **
Blaise watched Draco pace back and forth the Head's common room with bemusement.
"Draco will you sit the fuck down you're putting me on edge." He said. Draco spun around, his eyes silver and a low growl in his throat. Blaise put his hands up in surrender.
"Or do whatever I don't care you do you." Draco scowled at him and continued his pacing. Blaise groaned and stood up from the sofa and Draco raised a brow at him.
"Mate, I get it you think she hates you and that you'll die shortly after your 19th birthday but come on imagine if news like that was landed on you and you had an abusive dickbag for a boyfriend, you'd need time to think about it." Draco stopped pacing and sighed.
"It's not that, it's just… she's not safe and she's been gone a long time and I just… I don't know something tells me she's in trouble." He picks at his fingernails and Blaise regards him with bewilderment.
"Look, it's just Veela Draco getting all worked up over nothing I'm sure she's fine she's probably with the female Weasley." Draco groaned and continued pacing, shaking his head.
"No, no something's wrong there's definitely something wrong it's almost like I can feel what she's feeling…" Draco's head whipped up and his eyes landed on the book he purchased in Flourish and Blott's. He rushed towards it and frantically ripped through the pages, landed on what he seemed to be looking for and stared wide eyed at the page for a while and seemed to go even paler if it were possible. Finally he looked back at Blaise, who was staring warily at him.
"I'm right. I have to go find her she's in danger." At speeds Blaise didn't think were possible Draco donned his shoes and pocketed his wand and was storming towards the door with molten rage in his eyes. Blaise, bewildered, rushed after him.
"Whoa! Slow down! How do you know she's in danger?" He asked, following Draco through the door. He glanced warily at his friend who seemed to be on a war path and he was running to keep up.
"I knew something was up, Blaise I knew it," He looked painfully at Blaise, "When a Veela's mate becomes aware of their... position, so to speak, the Veela can sense what their mate is feeling. Apparently both of their pheromones skyrocket or something so there's some sort of weird protection jealousy thing so I can feel what Granger is feeling and she's fucking terrified Blaise and I need to fucking find her before that scumbag ginger –" he cut off, grimacing. "Just… I need to find her." He finished weakly.
Blaise looked at his friend with concern.
"I got you mate." Draco looked at Blaise and smiled, before directing his energy forwards, towards Hermione.