Spellbound (Dramione Smut Story)

Chapter Sixteen

TRIGGER WARNING! CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT!

Hermione

I rubbed at my swollen eyes as I leaned over the bar, running my fingers over his mask. It wasn't an expensive accessory. Probably just something he grabbed in a haste for a single show. Despite all of the hatred I had generated towards him, I couldn't help but yearn for him back. Looking back, I couldn't remember what he had done wrong in our relationship. I was the one who had left, who had overreacted, who had pushed.

I wasn't going to lie to myself anymore. I cared about him. No- I loved him. A part of me always had. Since the moment he told me he wasn't like the others, since the moment he had kissed me, since the moment he held my hand beneath the table at Matilda's....

The stool to my left scrapped across the floor. Ron, who was sitting to my right with a cocktail in hand, glanced over in concern. The man who sat down had dark hair and olive colored skin. I recognized him from somewhere, but my brain was too muddled to deal with last minute recognition.

"I'm surprised to see you've come back." I turned my head again to find him staring straight back at me. "After he told you who he was. I wouldn't have come back if I had been you."

I opened my mouth, then shut it again, gaping like a fish until my feelings sorted themselves out. "I-I'm sorry, but it's really none of your.... How did you know about-"

The man chuckled. "It doesn't matter, really. Everyone around here knows it was Hermione Granger who broke Draco Malfoy's heart." My stomach sank. "Hell, you took him away, then three months later, he's in the hospital! Bravo, my dear, bravo!" he cackled cruelly as my adrenaline spiked. "Oh," he took a deep breath as his laughter died away. "Don't feel bad about it. Honestly, I think the bastard was in need of a wake up call-"

"That's quite enough, thank you," I muttered before standing up abruptly. I had heard enough. My mind was made; I would be visiting him tonight whether he wanted me to or not. I stood and turned towards the backroom where I knew guards would be watching backstage. I clutched the mask to my chest before marching away from the man and the bar.

I flashed the mask at the two guards, whose burly faces melted into shock. "It's urgent," was all I said to them. The stepped by to let me. pass. I walked up the stairs and into the backstage hallway. Footsteps behind me made me turn. It was the same man from the bar.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"What is it to you?"

"If you're going to apologize, it won't work. You might as well move on."

Something clicked in my head. The stripper from the first night I was caught backstage. Nick? No, Mick. That was who this was.

I stepped forward and straightened my spine. "I will not move on until I have done everything in my power to make him understand how I feel about him."

Mick smirked. "How do you feel about him, Miss Granger?"

"That's- again- none of your business!"

In a split second, Mick grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me forward, sticking his greasy lips to my shoulder. I screamed and kicked, but he refused to let go. My wand fell from my back pocket and clattered to the floor as Mick bound my wrists behind me and whispered roughly into my ear. "If you're sick enough to sleep with Malfoy, you're slut enough to sleep with me."

"Let- me- GO!" I screamed. Mick shoved his shoulder into my mouth. I felt my front teeth catch on my lip, but my cry of pain was caught in Mick's shirt. I wished Ron had followed me. I wished I were close enough to the guards to be heard. I wished I had Draco. If he were here, he would have helped me.