You're Mine (Dramione)

|Six|

Sighing heavily, as Lola placed a pack of frozen peas on her cheek, Hermione fiddled with the hem of her top.
"He lost it again, didn't he?" Lola asked.
Indeed, he did. But this time it was over something petty, like the condition of her hair.
It wouldn't have escalated to that point, if she didn't give him an attitude. Now her cheek's heavily bruised. "Yes Lola, he did."

There was a very long pause.
"You know, he really loves you." Lola said quietly. Hermione scoffed. "He has a funny way of showing it."
Another pause.
The door opened, and Draco walked in, hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Lola, out." Draco said gruffly. She immediately left, closing the door quietly behind her. Hermione felt panic bubble in her stomach as Draco pursued her.

Draco noticed her troubled expression, and stopped coming towards her. "I wasn't going to-" "I don't trust you, Draco."
Draco took a sharp intake of breath.

"You can learn to." He whispered.
"You told me you wouldn't do it again."
"I-"
"YOU SAID YOU FUCKING WOULDN'T!"
"I JUST LOST MY DAMN TEMPER!" He yelled in her face.
"You're a sad excuse for a man!" Hermione said through gritted teeth. Draco grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her forward. "Take that back!" He hissed.
"Fuck you." Hermione spat.
Before Draco could stop himself, he had his large hands tightly wrapped around Hermione's neck.
"I said take it back, you stupid bitch!"
Hermione's vision began to blur, as Draco squeezed the life out of her.
Realising what he was doing, he let her go, and walked out of the room. Hermione coughed and spluttered, regaining her breath.
She used the sleeve of her top to wipe away some saliva that escaped her mouth. Relief washed over Hermione, like a cold shower.
Why?
Because she escaped death again.
•~•
Hermione's eyes fluttered open to the sound of heavy breathing and clumsy steps.
She closed her eyes again, so the intruder could take a hint, and go away.
The intruder didn't leave. Hermione could tell, because she could feel his icy gaze on her, practically undressing her with his eyes. She felt the person lean in and stroke her cheek, his alcoholic breath on her face.

Then she heard it. The sound of a belt unbuckling and pants unzipping. Then she felt the sheets come off her body and the pressure of being someone on top of her.

Her eyes snapped open when she felt wet, sloppy kisses trail her neck. "Stop it. Stop." She said weakly, knowing perfectly well that this wasn't much help.
"Shut up." Draco slurred. His cold hand snaked under her night dress, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. His other hand kept her thin arms pinned up over her head.

Tears began to leave her chocolate eyes, as she felt her underwear slip off.

For the whole two painful hours, she remained as still as a rock, until he left.
She laid, staring, not moving, on the blood and semen drenched sheets.
•~•
Pit, pat, pit, pat, the raindrops said, calming Hermione's troubled soul. Hermione watched through the oval shaped window as they fell from the grey sky, with so much peace and tranquility.
These were raindrops fit for a funeral; that's why she liked them. A funeral...six feet underground. Where she wanted to be at that exact moment.

Feeling like a six year old child again, she opened the window again and reached out to touch the sky, the heavy droplets drenching the sleeve of her sweater.
She stayed like that for another twenty minutes, until her hand got all wrinkly.

Hermione hadn't seen Draco for a week. A week where she didn't feel filthy and impure. Where she didn't see drowning herself as an option.

Hermione couldn't bring herself to think about that faithful day, three weeks ago. She didn't want to. It hurt too much, thinking about it.

There was a sudden knock on the door, that made Hermione stiffen. "It's me...Lola." A small voice called from behind the door. Hermione relaxed and she walked to the door, and opened it slowly. Lola walked in, with a tray of food, and a small smile on her round face. "I bought you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry Lola." Hermione mumbled, looking at her toes. Lola sighed. "You will eat, Hermione!" Lola exclaimed, in a way that made Hermione jump. She had never heard Lola raise her voice before. "O-okay." She stuttered, taking the tray from Lola. Lola sighed sadly before placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Everything will be okay."

As soon as Lola left, she completely broke down. She hurled the tray of food at the wall, before falling to her hands and knees, her body shaking with silent sobs.
How can everything be okay when everything's falling apart?
•~•
With pursed lips, Draco attempted to read the form in front of him, eyes focused on every word on the parchment.
Once again, his focus was stolen from the thoughts of that night, three weeks ago.
A familiar feeling of guilt washed over him, just like all the times the thoughts filled his head.
That night wasn't supposed to happen.

He couldn't help but hate himself, for what he did to Hermione.
After much self debating, Draco deciding to pay Hermione a visit.

Slowly, he knocked on the oak door, waiting for a response from the other side.
The door slowly opened and Hermione peered from a crack. The sight of Draco caused her to squeal and try to close the door, but Draco was too fast for her; he pushed the door open wide, and walked in.
Hermione cowered in fear, memories of last night flooding her mind.
Draco approached her and Hermione broke down. "No, No! Go away! Leave me alone!" She sobbed loudly.
Draco immediately froze, his face contorted into a look of guilt. "Herm-"
"Leave me alone, Malfoy!" She screamed.
"Hermione." He choked out. "I'm so sorry."
A sudden surge of courage erupted in her. How dare he, apologise when he had no idea how she felt? How dare he apologise, like he wasn't the cause of her pain?

Hermione shot towards him, pounding on his chest as she sobbed loudly. "Bastard! BASTARD! I FUCKING HATE YOU, MALFOY!" She sobbed loudly.
Draco immediately grabbed her wrist, attempting to stop her from punching him further. "How could you...H-how could you? And I was just beginning to trust you..." Hermione's words broke Draco, to the point where he just wanted to shut himself up in his office.

"Please forgive me...please." Draco pleaded, something he never did often.
"Go to hell, Malfoy." She hissed angrily, and the familiar feeling of rage filled Draco's heart.
Before he could restrain himself, he let go of her wrist to backhand her across the face, the painful sound of skin being slapped echoing in the room. Hermione fell to the ground, hand on cheek and eyes wide and fearful as they searched Draco's steel grey orbs. They were a dark, demonic grey making him look demon possessed.

A heavy kick landed on Hermione's side and a high pitched scream left her lips. Draco didn't stop there. The kicks kept coming, landing in various places like her stomach and side, and they came in quick paces, making Hermione breathless.

Draco squatted next to Hermione's shaking, battered figure, breathing heavily. He grabbed her chin, so she could face him. "If I have to go to hell, then I'll take you with me." With that, he left Hermione, who was drifting off to unconsciousness.
Pit, pat, pat. That was the final sound she heard before everything went black.