Breaking Hermione

My Body Not Yours

Song above
Nightmare - Halsey.

Hermione

I woke up the next morning naked and alone. I felt absolutely disgusted with myself. What the hell was I thinking, sleeping with Tom Riddle?
You obviously weren't thinking at all. My mind said harshly.
I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck. My back stung from where Tom's nails had dug into my skin. He was rough, dominant. I walked delicately to my closet and pulled out a cloak and a towel. I needed to have a shower and get clean. I felt contaminated.

I used all of the soaps I owned in the shower, scrubbing every inch of my skin until it stung even worse. Oh well. At least now I felt clean.

I got dressed in my uniform, throwing my hair into a messy bun. I wasn't bothered with how I looked. I wasn't hot, I was average looking and with no desire to make heads turn in my direction. Especially not Tom's.

Vowing silently to never be as stupid as I had been, I walked down to the Slytherin Common Room slowly. My entire body hurt, walking was painful, thanks to Tom.

Tom came down the staircase not too long after. His hair was a mess, but instead of making him look messy he looked hotter than ever. I bit my lip as he approached me. While I wished the ground would open up and swallow me, Tom appeared even more arrogant and cocky than ever, sauntering forward with the air of someone who had single handedly won the Quidditch world cup.

"I'm surprised to see you up so bright and early," He said, a smirk on his stupid face. "Especially considering how quickly you passed out last night."

"I just wanted to not be late for classes." I said quietly.

"Since when have you cared about classes? You've missed so many of them already..."

He was trying to provoke me but I wasn't falling for it. Something had changed inside me. I felt empowered somehow. I had been face down in the dirt for so long, and had found myself gloriously in one piece despite it all.
Even though I had slept with Tom.
It was strange.

"Last night was better than I thought." Tom said, a purely demonic grin on his face.

"It was ok." I said absently.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "That's not what you said last night." He goaded me.

"I didn't say a lot of things last night." I snapped. "And I don't really get what there is to talk about, anyway. We fucked. So what."

Tom's expression wasn't letting anything on but I could tell this wasn't the reaction he was expecting.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked me directly. I looked right back into his arrogant face.

"Wrong? Everything is wrong here, Tom. You, especially."

"Let me guess." Tom held up both of his hands in mock defence. "You're going to say I molested you. Which we both know didn't happen. And I'm not going to stand here and deny the amount of times you screamed my name, if that's what you were looking for."

"I am not shying away from the fact we had sex." I said bluntly. "But this will never happen again."

"That's a shame." Tom said in a very low voice. "I rather enjoyed myself."

"Good for you." I snapped. "Hearing that just makes my day."

Pure confusion crossed Tom's face, my heavy sarcasm catching him off guard.

"I think I'm going to go and get breakfast." I said staunchly. "You can come with me or not, I really don't care."

"I think I might go with you." Tom said after a pause.