Dramione - Hate Is A Strong Word

Chapter 11

Warning to all; this chapter might be destressing for some readers. I strongly recommend ages 10 and under not to read it. xx

Chapter 11

~Hermione's POV~

A week passed by, in which I tried my best to limit any interaction or communication with Ron. I would only give him one word answers if he asked me something, and quickly find an excuse to leave. My main excuse was the library, I had been spending even more time there lately. It was my haven; so calm and peaceful, I could just relax and forget my worries.

On one Saturday night, I walked past the Great Hall on my way back from the library. I stopped in my tracks, there was a big party going on. I had forgotten all about it. It was Halloween. Everyone was dressed up in costumes. My eyes landed on Draco who was dressed as a big spider, his costume's legs moved on their own accord. It was really quite creepy, but funny at the same time seeing Draco wearing it. He spotted me and walked over.

"Nice costume." I said laughing.

"Yours is better, you look terrifying." He joked.

"Shut up." I playfully smacked him.

"Ow." He pretended to be wounded, rubbing his arm.

"That didn't actually hurt you." I stated.

"How do you know, remember in third year, you punched me. That hurt. Still got a mark look." He pointed to his nose and I looked closely.

"There is nothing there," I laughed "but you did deserve that punch, you had it coming for years."

"I know I did, I suppose it did knock some sense into me, even if I didn't show it." We were still really close together, our faces almost touching.

"You show your true self now and that's all that matters." I said absentmindedly stroking his cheek and staring into his dazzling, blue eyes.

We stayed like that for a while, until he pulled away reluctantly.

"I should get back to the party, come with me."

"Like this, no thanks, everyone has brilliant costumes."

"Come on, it doesn't matter."

I shook my head, "I think I'll go back to the common room, see you soon, and have fun." I waved and turned around and began to walk slowly back to the common room.

As I rounded the last corridor, at the end of the long walkway, I could see the common room tapestry. However, about half way along, someone grabbed me and pulled me behind a statue. No guesses to who it was. Ron, of course. I opened my mouth to tell him to 'get lost'. But before I could speak, his lips slammed onto mine. He kissed me fiercely and with all his passion. Repeatedly, he told me he had missed me, taking my attempts at prying him off me, as enjoyment. He pushed me up against a wall so my legs were wrapped around his waist and I was pinned between him and the wall. The kiss never ceasing. It was disgusting. Roughly, his hand moved from my face lower and lower. He grabbed my ass and pinched it. Shocked, I lifted my hand and slapped him cleanly across his cheek. This broke the kiss. He dropped me to the floor and I landed with a thump.

He kicked the wall next to me in frustration, holding his cheek. His angry eyes rested on me, he took his hand slowly away from his cheek. It was as red as his hair. I was surprised but pleased with myself at the same time.

"Don't you ever dare slap me again." He growled towering over me. I had never seen him like this before.

He dived close to me, so our faces were inches apart. "Show me you are sorry." He said slowly, emphasising each word with his hate-filled eyes. "Show me you are sorry and I'll forgive the slap and what I saw you doing with Draco before."

"What? Draco? I wasn't doing anything with him. I was talking -"

"DON'T LIE!" he yelled, "I'VE SEEN YOU WITH HIM! YOU ARE ALL OVER HIM!"

Suddenly he turned calm, scaring me more than when he was angry. "But I am willing to forgive it all. Just show me you are sorry." The menace gleaming in his spiteful eyes.

Desperate, I glanced around. I was stuck. There was no escape and no one would come by to help me, because this corridor was barely ever used. I lost hope. I was terrified.

Ron became impatient and angry at my lack of response. "SHOW ME YOU ARE SORRY!" He screamed in my face, spit flying everywhere. But that was the least of my worries. Terrified, I panicked, screaming and crying.

"You are a pathetic, little girl!" He roared. I whimpered. He slammed me against the wall and smashed his lips onto mine. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me upwards, so I was standing. It was painful, I cried harder and tried to scream. But he just shoved me further against the wall and forced his tongue inside my mouth. I felt nauseated. The worst thing was, no matter how hard I pounded against him, he didn't budge. I was well untruly trapped.