Rewriting the future

by Thewittywitch

Summary:

The war is over, Hermione steps back from the spotlight and works as an Ancient Ruins professor at Hogwarts, where she’s secretly dating Draco, who’s redeemed himself when he threw Harry his wand to kill the Dark Lord, currently working as a Potions professor at Hogwarts and a part time healer at St Mungo’s.
Everything is going great, until jealous old snakes interfere.
Mind the TW, take care of yourself!

Notes:

CW: Smut.

Chapter 1: Library meeting

The library was empty, not an unusual occurrence on a Friday night. The only sound echoing in the chamber was the turning of pages and the soft tapping of a quill on the desk as someone scribbled notes down in haste. The clock in the library showed that it was 8:34 PM. Hermione Granger was in the furthest corner of the library, hidden behind a shelf of books, waiting for the person who would join her here at this late hour. She had chosen this secluded spot carefully, knowing it was one of the few places in the library that Madam Pince wouldn’t patrol. It was a few meters away from the restricted section and right behind a large shelf filled with books on Arithmancy.

She and her secret lover had been dating for three years now, a secret that they both cherished and guarded fiercely. Not a soul at Hogwarts knew of their relationship, and Hermione preferred it that way. She liked having something that was just hers, something that she didn’t have to share with anyone, not even her best friends. It was her own little world, a world where she and Draco could be alone, away from prying eyes and wagging tongues. It was exhilarating, this secrecy, this feeling of being in on something that nobody else knew about.

Draco Malfoy was a name that conjured up a lot of memories for Hermione. From their first encounter on the Hogwarts Express to their tumultuous years at school, Draco had always been the Slytherin Prince, the arrogant, entitled pureblood who looked down on anyone he deemed beneath him. But that had been years ago. Now, at the age of 22, Hermione had found herself falling for the very person she had once despised.

It had started innocently enough. Hermione, who was working as a professor at Hogwarts, had needed help with a particularly complex potion for one of her classes. Draco, who had recently become the Potions professor, had offered his assistance. As they worked together, side by side, Hermione began to see a different side of Draco, a side that she had never noticed before. He was still arrogant, still proud, but there was also a kindness in him, a willingness to help that she hadn’t expected.

Their late-night sessions in the potions classroom had gradually evolved into coffee dates, and then into dinner, and eventually, into something more. Draco had been hesitant at first, unsure of how Hermione would react to his advances, but she had surprised him by reciprocating his feelings. And so, their secret relationship had begun, a relationship that they kept hidden from the rest of the world.

Hermione glanced at her watch again, a nervous habit she had developed over the years. It was 8:45 PM now, and she wondered where Draco was. He was usually punctual, but tonight, he was running late. She tried not to worry, telling herself that he was probably caught up in something, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach.

“Granger,” a familiar voice called out from behind her.

Hermione spun around, her heart racing at the sound of Draco’s voice. There he was, standing behind her with a smirk on his face, his grey eyes gleaming with mischief. He was tall and lean, his platinum blonde hair falling across his forehead in soft waves. His pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the library, and Hermione felt a flutter in her chest as he approached her.

“Malfoy,” she replied, trying to sound calm despite the racing of her heart. “You’re late.”

Draco chuckled, the sound low and husky, sending shivers down Hermione’s spine. “I got held up,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “But I’m here now.”

Hermione nodded, unable to speak as Draco moved closer to her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the scent of his cologne, a heady mix of cedar and sandalwood that always left her breathless. Draco reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and Hermione felt herself leaning into his touch.

“Hermione,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I missed you.”

Hermione’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She had missed him too, more than she could ever express. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his, feeling the familiar spark of electricity as their lips met. Draco’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and Hermione felt herself melting into his embrace.

They kissed for what felt like hours, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating as one. Hermione had never felt this way about anyone before, had never experienced this intensity of emotion, this depth of passion. She loved Draco, loved him with all her heart and soul, and she knew that he felt the same way about her. Their love was forbidden, a secret that they had to keep hidden from the world, but it was also the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to her.

Hermione could feel Draco’s hands sliding down her back, his touch sending shivers through her body. She arched into him, her breasts pressed against his chest, and she could feel his hardness against her stomach. She moaned softly, her lips parting to allow Draco’s tongue to slip inside, and she felt herself getting lost in the sensations that flooded her body.

Draco’s hands were everywhere, touching her, caressing her, driving her wild with need. Hermione could feel her desire building, could feel the familiar ache between her legs, and she knew that she wanted more. She wanted Draco, wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him moving within her. She wanted to lose herself in him, to let go of all her inhibitions and give herself to him completely.

“Draco,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire. “Take me.”

Draco groaned, his hands tightening on her waist. “Here?” he asked, his voice rough with need. “In the library?”

Hermione nodded, her eyes locked on his. “Yes,” she whispered. “Take me here, Draco. I want you.”

Draco didn’t need any further encouragement. He pushed Hermione against the wall, his lips crashing down on hers as he pinned her wrists above her head. Hermione moaned, her body arching into his, as he ravaged her mouth with his tongue. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach, could feel the heat of his body, and she knew that she was ready for him.

Draco released her wrists, his hands sliding down to her waist. He lifted her up, pinning her against the wall with his hips, and Hermione wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. She could feel the hardness of his cock against her core, and she moaned, grinding against him.

“Draco,” she whispered, her voice breathy with need. “Please…”

Draco didn’t make her wait any longer. He reached down, unzipping her tight pencil skirt and pulling it down her legs. Hermione helped him, kicking it off along with her shoes, and then wrapping her legs around his waist once more. Draco’s hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. He groaned, his eyes locking on hers, as he pushed her panties to the side and slid a finger inside her.

Hermione gasped, her head falling back against the wall as Draco began to finger her. His touch was skilled, his fingers knowing just where to touch her, and she felt herself climbing higher and higher with every stroke. She was so close, so close to the edge, and she knew that it wouldn’t take much to send her over.

“Draco,” she moaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers. “I’m so close…”

Draco growled, his fingers sliding out of her. He fumbled with his trousers, freeing his cock, and then he was lifting her up, positioning her over him. Hermione felt the tip of his cock at her entrance, and then he was sliding inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, as he began to move.

Draco set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into hers as he took her against the wall. Hermione met him thrust for thrust, her body moving with his, her cries of pleasure echoing in the empty library, thankful for the silencing charm she placed earlier on the place. She had never felt anything like this before, had never felt such pleasure, such ecstasy.

She could feel her orgasm building, could feel the tension coiling inside her. She knew that she was close, so close, and she clung to Draco, her nails digging into his skin, as she rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

“Draco!” she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “I’m coming!”

Draco growled, his hips snapping into hers. “Come for me, Hermione,” he growled. “Come for me now.”

Hermione screamed, her body shaking as her orgasm tore through her. She felt Draco’s hips stutter, felt his cock pulsing inside her, and then she felt his hot seed filling her up. They clung to each other, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. Suddenly she felt Draco’s body stiffen against hers, his muscles locking in place. He made a strangled sound, his eyes widening in shock, and Hermione felt her stomach drop.

“Dr… Draco!” she exclaimed, pushing against him. “What’s wrong?”

But Draco couldn’t reply. His body was frozen, his eyes locked on hers, and Hermione knew that something was terribly wrong. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong, his body pinning her against the wall.

“Draco, move!” she exclaimed, panic rising in her chest. “Move, now!”

But Draco didn’t move. He was frozen in place, his eyes filled with fear and confusion. Hermione felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she realized that something was very wrong. And then, she heard footsteps echoing in the library.

Hermione’s eyes widened in fear as the footsteps grew louder. She looked around frantically, but she couldn’t see anyone. Draco was still frozen, his body pressed against hers, and she knew that they needed to get out of there, fast.

But it was too late. A voice spoke out of the darkness, a voice that Hermione recognized. “Well, well, well,” it said. “What do we have here?”

Chapter 2: The attack

Notes:

Tw: rape and violence

Hermione’s heart sank as she saw Theodore Nott step out of the shadows. He was a Slytherin, a former classmate of theirs, and he had always been quite, following Draco around like a lost puppy. Hermione had hoped that he had changed after the war, given that he’s currently the DADA professor. But now, looking into his cold, calculating eyes, she knew that he was still the same person he had always been.

“Nott,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “What are you doing here?”

Nott sneered at her, his lip curling up in disgust. “I could ask you the same thing, Granger,” he said. “Fucking Malfoy in the library? You’re a professor, for Merlin’s sake. Don’t you have any shame?”

Hermione felt her face flush with embarrassment and anger. “It’s none of your business,” she snapped.

Nott chuckled, his eyes glinting with malice. “Oh, but it is my business,” he said. He raised his wand and pointed it at Draco. “Malfoy and I have a bit of a history, you see. And now, it seems that he’s forgotten how a pureblood should act.”

Hermione felt a chill run down her spine as Nott’s eyes locked on hers. She knew what he was capable of, knew the kind of person he was. And now, looking into his eyes, she knew that she and Draco were in grave danger.

“Nott, please,” she begged. “Don’t do this.”

But Nott just laughed. “You should have thought of that before you spread your legs for Malfoy,” he sneered. He raised his wand again, pointing it at Draco. “Mobilicorpus,” he spat.

Hermione watched in horror as Draco’s frozen body was ripped away from hers, thrown across the room like a rag doll. He landed hard on the ground, his eyes wide with fear. But still, he couldn’t move.

“Draco!” Hermione exclaimed, trying to run to him.

But Nott was too quick. He grabbed her, his hand wrapping around her throat, and squeezed. Hermione gasped, her hands flying up to claw at his fingers. But Nott was too strong, and soon she found herself struggling to breathe.

“Let me go!” she gasped. “Nott, please!”

But Nott just laughed, his fingers tightening around her throat. “You’re a mudblood,” he sneered. “You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.”

Hermione felt her vision begin to blur, felt her strength fading away. She knew that if she didn’t do something, she would die. And so, with the last of her strength, she reached up and slapped Nott across the face.

The sound echoed in the library, and for a moment, Nott was stunned. His hand loosened around her throat, and Hermione took the opportunity to push him away. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and scrambled towards Draco.

“Draco,” she gasped,

But before she could reach him, before she could grab her wand which had been in the holster around her thigh, a hand grabbed her hair, yanking her back. “Going somewhere, mudblood?”

Hermione cried out in pain as Marcus Flint yanked her head back, his fist tightening in her hair. She could see Nott smirking at her, could see the cruelty in his eyes, and she knew that there was no escape. Flint’s current position as the new quidditch professor gave his body strength that she couldn’t fight against. She could feel Draco struggling against the body bind, his fingertips twitching but he couldn’t break free.

“Flint,” she spat. “Let me go you bastard!”

Flint just laughed, the sound cold and mirthless. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, mudblood,” he said. “You’re nothing but a filthy little mudblood. And now, you’re going to pay the price for lying with a pureblood.”

Hermione felt tears prickling at the corner of her eyes, but she refused to show them any sign of weakness. If they thought she would go down without a fight they were wrong. She spat at Flint, her saliva landing on his cheek. “Fuck you,” she hissed.

Flint’s eyes narrowed, his grip on her hair tightening. “You little bitch,” he snarled. “I’ll teach you to respect your betters.”

He dragged her across the floor, ignoring her struggles. Hermione could see Draco still frozen on the ground, could see the fear and anger in his eyes. And she knew that she had to get to him, had to help him. She tried to reach for her wand, but Nott pulled it from her thigh, his hand lingering on her leg, squeezing the soft skin with cruel smile on his face.

Hermione struggled against Flint's grip, but he was too strong. He pulled her to her feet, his fingers digging into her skin. "Hold her," he said to Nott.

Nott stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with malice. He grabbed Hermione's arms, pinning them behind her back. Hermione struggled, but she was no match for their strength. And then, Flint began to tear at her clothes.

"No!" Hermione screamed, thrashing in Nott's grip. "Stop! Please, stop!"

But Flint ignored her, his fingers ripping at her blouse. The fabric tore easily, exposing her bra. Flint's eyes gleamed as he looked at her, and Hermione felt a wave of shame wash over her. She looked at Draco, whose eyes were wide with horror and rage, and she knew that she had to fight.

With a surge of adrenaline, Hermione slammed her head backwards into Nott's face. Nott howled in pain, his grip loosening, and Hermione twisted out of his arms. She launched herself at Flint, her fists flying. But Flint was ready for her. He caught her wrists, twisting her arms behind her back.

"Feisty little thing, aren't you?" he sneered.

Hermione spat at him again, her anger overriding her fear. "I'll kill you," she snarled.

Flint laughed. "You're in no position to be making threats," he said. He shoved her to the ground, pinning her beneath his body, one hand holding both her wrists above her head. Hermione struggled, but he was too heavy, too strong. And then, Nott was there, his hands ripping at her lace knickers.

"Stop!" Hermione screamed. "Please, stop!"

But they ignored her, their hands rough and cruel. Hermione felt tears streaming down her face as they exposed her body, felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. And then, Flint's free hand was on her breasts, squeezing and pinching.

"Get off me!" Hermione screamed, thrashing beneath him.

Flint laughed, his breath hot on her face. "You don't get to tell us what to do," he sneered.

Hermione felt Nott's hands on her legs, felt him spreading them apart. And then, Flint was undoing his trousers, his cock springing free, slapping against her chin. Hermione felt a wave of terror wash over her, felt her heart pounding in her chest.

"No," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear. "Please, no."

But Flint ignored her. He positioned himself at her mouth, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.
 "Open wide," he growled.

Hermione clamped her lips shut, her head moving side to side in a frantic no. Flint's hand grabbed her jaw, squeezing until her teeth ground against each other. "Open your fucking mouth!" he snarled.

Hermione refused, her fear and anger giving her strength. Flint's hand moved from her jaw to her throat, squeezing until she couldn't breathe. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, and she knew she had no choice. With a strangled sob, she opened her mouth.

Flint shoved his cock inside, his length hitting the back of her throat. Hermione gagged, her stomach heaving. Flint's hips began to move, his cock thrusting into her mouth. Tears streamed down Hermione's face as she was forced to take him, her throat aching and sore. She could taste his precum, could smell his arousal, and she felt sick to her stomach.

"Look at her," Nott sneered, his hands still on her thighs. "Filthy mudblood, taking cock like the whore she is."

Hermione felt a fresh wave of shame wash over her, felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Draco tried to move but his body was still locked in place, unable to move, unable to stop them. All he could do was watch as she was violated, watch as she was treated like a whore. He saw her tears fall and felt his heart breaking. Hermione tried to take her mind to another place, but she could smell Flint's disgusting stench, could feel his thick throbbing cock in her mouth. She was trapped, trapped and helpless, and she knew that no one was coming to save her.

Flint's hips began to move faster, his cock thrusting deeper into her mouth. Hermione's eyes watered, her throat burning. She could feel her gag reflex kicking in, could feel herself choking. And then, Flint came, his hot seed spurting down her throat. Hermione gagged and spluttered, but Flint didn't let up, his cock still buried in her mouth.

"Swallow it," he growled. "Swallow it, you filthy mudblood."

Hermione had no choice. She swallowed his cum, feeling it sliding down her throat like slime. Flint finally pulled out, his cock slipping from her lips. Hermione gasped for breath, her throat raw and sore. She felt a hand on her breasts and looked up to see Nott leering at her, his eyes gleaming with lust.

"My turn," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Hermione felt fresh tears pricking at her eyes, felt her heart racing in her chest. Nott positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and throbbing. Hermione felt sick to her stomach, felt waves of fear and shame washing over her. She was going to be raped, raped in front of Draco, raped by two men who hated her. And no one was coming to save them.

"Nott, please," she begged, her voice hoarse from Flint’s rough treatment. "Don't do this."

But Nott ignored her. He rubbed his cock against her entrance, grimacing as he felt Draco’s cum dripping from her core and coating his cock. He paused, taking out his wand and casting a silent scorgify on her vagina, vanishing Draco’s seed off her. “Filthy slut,” he hissed. “Taking Malfoy’s seed like a whore.”

Hermione shook her head, her eyes wide with fear, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, don’t do this.”

Nott ignored her, his eyes locked on Draco’s. With a sudden thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock tearing through her body. Hermione screamed, her body arching up off the ground. Nott began to move, his hips snapping against hers. He was rough and brutal, his cock pounding into her without mercy. And then she felt Flint’s hand on her chin, felt him turning her head towards Draco.

“Look at him, mudblood,” Flint snarled, forcing her to look at him as Nott took her. “Look at him as you’re fucked like the filthy whore you are.”

Hermione's eyes locked on his, Draco’s eyes filled with hatred and rage, tears streaming down his cheeks. She felt Nott’s cock pistoning in and out of her, felt the pain and discomfort as he stretched her, felt the humiliation as she was raped in front of her lover. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, but she knew that it was no use.

Nott's hips were snapping into hers, his cock buried deep inside her. He was grunting like an animal, his eyes filled with cruelty and lust. And then, suddenly, Hermione felt Draco move, his arm twitching. Nott faltered, his hips slowing, and Hermione felt a surge of hope. She looked at Draco again, saw the rage in his eyes, saw his body straining against the spell, and she knew that he had broken out of it. He threw himself at Nott, knocking him off her. But Nott was quick, rolling out of the way and pulling out his wand.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Nott spat, his eyes blazing with anger.

But Draco was too fast. He dodged the spell, his own wand flashing in his hand. “Stupefy!” he shouted.

The spell hit Nott with incredible force, sending him flying across the room. He landed hard, his body crumpling to the ground. And then, Marcus was there, his wand raised.

“Crucio!” he snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.

Draco screamed, his body arching up off the floor. He felt pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before, felt his muscles tearing and his bones breaking. And he knew that he couldn't fight back, knew that he couldn't defend himself. Not with the cruciatus curse.

Marcus sneered, his eyes filled with triumph. “Thought you could fight us, Malfoy?” he spat. “Thought you could protect your mudblood whore?”

Hermione screamed, scrambling to her feet. She launched herself at Marcus, her fists flying. He laughed, deflecting her blows with ease. “You think you can hurt me, mudblood?” he sneered. “I’m stronger than you could ever hope to be.”

He grabbed her, his hands rough and cruel. He slammed her against the wall, his body pressing against hers. Hermione felt his erection against her thigh. “Please,” she begged, her voice shaking with fear.

Marcus laughed, his breath hot against her face. “Begging doesn’t work on me,” he snarled.

He raised his wand, pointing it at Draco's still screaming body. “Incarcerous!” he spat.

Thick ropes appeared, wrapping themselves around Draco's body, tying his hands behind his back and his ankles together before lifting the cruciatus curse, Draco’s face twisted in agony. Marcus turned his attention back to Hermione, his eyes filled with malice.

“You’re going to pay for what you did, mudblood,” he hissed.

Hermione sobbed, her body shaking with fear. And then, she heard a groan from the floor. Nott was stirring, his body twitching.

Marcus glanced over at him, his lip curling up in disgust. “Get up, Nott,” he snarled.

Nott groaned again, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Marcus, his gaze unfocused. “What… what happened?” he slurred.

Marcus sneered. “Malfoy attacked you,” he spat. “But I dealt with him. Now get up and help me teach this mudblood a lesson.”

Hermione struggled against Marcus’s grip, but he was too strong and he still had her pinned against the wall with his body. She felt his hand move down to his erection. And she knew that he was going to fuck her, going to take her against her will. She felt tears pricking at her eyes as Nott struggled to his feet, his eyes still unfocused.

“Help me with her,” Marcus growled, his hand moving to his erection.

Nott stumbled over to them, his eyes locked on Hermione's exposed body. A slow smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of her exposed breasts.

In the background, Draco slowly regained his breathing. “Don’t fucking touch her!” He snarled at them. “I will kill you!” His eyes blazed with fury, the ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles. He struggled against his bonds, but they wouldn’t budge. He watched as they forced themselves on his Hermione. His Hermione. And all he could do was lay there helplessly and watch as they violated her.

Nott's hand shot out, grabbing her breast and squeezing. Hermione cried out, her body arching against his.

“Stop it!” she begged. “Please, stop it!”

Nott laughed, his eyes filled with lust. “Begging only makes me harder,” he sneered.

His hand moved down to her pussy, his fingers pushing into her roughly. Hermione felt pain shooting through her body, felt tears streaming down her face. And then, Nott withdrew his fingers, his hand moving to her anus. Hermione froze, her eyes wide with fear.

“No,” she whispered. “Not there. Please, not there.”

Nott grinned, his eyes glinting with malice. “Oh, I think we will,” he said.

And then, Hermione felt Marcus's cock pushing into her pussy, felt Nott's fingers spreading her open for his own cock. She screamed, her body arching against Nott’s hard chest, heard Draco yelling, screaming and struggling, but it was no use as he was still bound. She felt the two men fucking her roughly, their cocks pounding into her body without mercy. She felt their grunts and groans, felt their hot breath on her skin.

Marcus and Nott continued to rape her, their cocks pistoning in and out of Hermione’s body. “So fucking tight.” Nott groaned in pleasure. She sobbed and begged, her voice hoarse. “Please,” she whimpered, her body shaking. “Please, stop. It hurts.”

 But they ignored her cries, their hips snapping into hers.

Nott's thrusts were deep and brutal, his cock stretching her asshole. She felt pain shooting through her, felt her muscles tearing. She cried out, her voice hoarse and broken. “No more,” she begged. “Please.”

Nott laughed, his hips still pounding into hers. “We're just getting started,” he sneered. And then, he reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it roughly, his fingers pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing pain to shot up her body.

“T-Theodore! Theo! Please stop. Let her go, please. I’ll do anything. Just stop!” Draco resolved to begging. He would do anything for them to stop hurting her. Anything.

Hermione cried out, her body jerking against his, tears streaming down her face, sobs wracking her body, the pain too much.

“Theo, please, you’re hurting her.” Draco’s voice cracked.

Hermione writhed in agony, her body convulsing in pain. “Please..” she whispered. “Kill me.” She wanted to die, anything is better than what’s happening to her right now.
 She wanted to be anywhere else but there.

Theodore laughed. “You want us to kill you, mudblood? We’re not going to do that, we’re going to make you wish you were dead.” He sneered, slamming his cock into her asshole.

Hermione screamed. She couldn’t take it anymore. The pain was too much, the humiliation too much. She just wanted it to end. “Please…” she begged, her voice barely audible.

And that was the breaking point for Draco, he screamed. A surge of magic shot out of his bound hands, the ropes disintegrating. He stood up quickly grabbing his wand, his eyes blazing with rage. “Stupefy!” he snarled.

A jet of red light shot out of his wand, hitting Nott in the chest. Nott's eyes widened in shock, his body freezing. And then, he crumpled to the ground. Marcus faltered, his eyes wide with fear. Draco turned to him, his wand still raised.

“Crucio,” he spat.

Marcus screamed, his body contorting in agony. Draco watched him, his eyes filled with cold fury. “I ought to kill you for what you did to her,” he snarled. “But I won’t. I want you to suffer, for eternity, in Azkaban.” His wand flashed, and thick ropes appeared, tying Marcus up. “I’ll let the aurors deal with you.” He spat, kicking Marcus in the ribs.

And then, he turned to Hermione, his heart breaking at the sight of her broken body. He fell to his knees beside her, his hand reaching out to touch her gently. “Hermione,” he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. “Are you alright?”

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping her mouth. “Draco.” she whispered. And then, her eyes rolled back in her head and she lost consciousness.

Chapter 3: The aftermath

Notes:

CW: panic attack, graphic description of injuries.

Hermione laid unconscious in Draco's arms. He felt for her pulse, his hands shaking. And then, he felt it, weak and thready, but there. He let out a sigh of relief. He gathered her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest. He could feel her blood soaking into his robes, could see the bruises and cuts that covered her body. He closed his eyes, a wave of rage and grief washing over him.

He sat up, still holding Hermione in his arms. He pulled out his wand, casting a patronus charm. His dragon patronus appeared, its eyes glowing with fury. Draco opened his mouth, giving it a message to deliver to Harry. “Potter. Hermione's been attacked. Bring aurors and a healer. Hogwarts library.”

The dragon disappeared, flying off to find Harry. Draco looked down at Hermione again, his heart aching with grief. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“We'll get through this,” he whispered. “Together.” His hands ran through her hair as he waited for Harry to come with the aurors, his heart beating wildly in his chest as Hermione’s blood coated the expensive fabric of his trousers. He pressed another kiss to Hermione’s temple. “I love you, Hermione.” He whispered. And then he felt her stir in his arms.

Hermione stirred, her eyes fluttering open to see Draco's pale face above her, tears in his eyes. “Draco,” she whispered, her voice weak and hoarse.

Draco's eyes lit up with relief. “Hermione!” he exclaimed, his arms tightening around her. “You're awake. Don't try to move, Potter is coming with a healer.”

Hermione nodded weakly. She could feel the pain in her body, could feel the bruises and cuts. She closed her eyes, a wave of nausea washing over her.

“Hermione?” Draco's voice was worried. “Darling, stay with me.”

Hermione opened her eyes again, looking up at him. “I just need to rest.”

Draco shook his head, his eyes filled with concern. “We'll get you to a healer soon,” he said. “Just hold on a little longer, Ok? Don’t close your eyes.”

Draco wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He could hear footsteps echoing through the library, and he knew that help had finally arrived. He looked up to see Harry and several aurors rushing towards them, a healer in tow.

“Hermione!” Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of Hermione's broken body in Draco’s arms.

Draco nodded, his eyes never leaving Hermione's face. “She's been hurt badly. Marcus flint and Theodore Nott attacked us,” he said, his voice tight with emotion. “She needs a healer.”

The healer rushed forward, his wand flashing as he cast diagnostic charms on Hermione. His eyes widened as he saw the extent of her injuries.

“Let me help her,” he said urgently. “We need to get her to St Mungo’s.”

Hermione whimpered in pain. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No hospital.”

The healer frowned. “Miss Granger, you need medical attention,” he said gently. “Your injuries are not life threatening but it could leave a lasting damage if not healed properly.”

Hermione shook her head again, her eyes filling with tears. “No hospital,” she repeated.

Draco looked at her, his heart aching. “Darling, you need help,” he said softly. “Please, let the healer help you.”

Hermione looked at him, her eyes pleading. “I don't want them to touch me, please. No more, please!” she said, her voice breaking. “They already hurt me so much, Draco, please!”

Draco frowned, his mind racing. He looked at the healer, his eyes cold. “Give us a moment,” he said firmly.

The healer hesitated, but then nodded. “Very well,” he said. He stood up, stepping back to give them some privacy.

Draco turned back to Hermione, taking her hand gently. “I know you're scared,” he said softly. “But you need help. You're hurt badly.”

Hermione bit her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I can't,” she whispered. “Please, Draco, don't make me. They already hurt me, I can't let anyone else touch me.”

Draco felt his heart break at the sight of her tears. He knew how much she hated hospitals, how much she hated being touched by strangers. But she was hurt, and he didn't know how to help her.

“Ok,” he said gently. “Ok, darling. But you have to let me heal you.”

Hermione frowned, looking up at him in confusion. “What?” she asked weakly.

“I'm a registered healer,” Draco reminded her. “I can heal you. But I need your permission to document the injuries. I promise I won't let anyone else touch you.”

Hermione stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Ok,” she whispered. “Ok, Draco. You can help me.”

Draco smiled softly, relief washing over him. “Thank you,” he said gently. He turned to Harry and the aurors. “I'm going to take Hermione to my quarters to heal her,” he said firmly. “You have everything you need to arrest those bastards?” He glared at Nott and Marcus who were still lying on the floor, tied up.

Harry nodded. “Yes,” he said. “We'll take care of them. But we’ll need to take your statement and Hermione’s as well. Also if you could provide your memories as evidence that would be helpful.” Harry’s eyes were shining with tears that he was holding back, Hermione is his best friend, he felt guilty that something happened to her and he wasn’t there to protect her.

Draco nodded. “Of course,” he said. “I'll come to the ministry tomorrow to give my statement and the memories.”

Harry nodded again. “Thank you, Malfoy,” he said. And then to Hermione he said, “I’m so sorry Hermione.” His voice broke as he looked at her.

Hermione smiled weakly. “It's not your fault, Harry.” She whispered. Her eyes were heavy with sleep.

Draco stood up, carrying Hermione in his arms. “I need to get her somewhere safe,” he said quietly. He looked down at her, his heart full of love and concern. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “Let's go, darling,” he whispered.

Hermione nodded, struggling to keep her eyes open. Draco carried her out of the library, leaving Harry and the aurors behind. He apparated them straight to his quarters. He laid Hermione gently on the bed, his hands shaking as he looked at her broken body. “I'm so sorry,” he whispered brokenly. “This is all my fault, Hermione. I'm so fucking sorry.” He felt like he was the one who violated her, he was the one who hurt her because he couldn’t protect her. He failed her.

Hermione opened her eyes, looking up at him weakly. “No,” she said softly. “It's not your fault. I love you.”

Draco shook his head. “No, Hermione. I should have protected you. I failed you.”

Hermione reached up, touching his face gently. “You didn't fail me,” she said. “You saved me. Please don't blame yourself for this, I love you.”

Draco leaned down, kissing her gently. “I love you too,” he whispered brokenly.

He pulled away, looking down at her. He knew that she needed healing, but he was scared. What if he couldn't heal her properly? What if he hurt her more? He took a deep breath, steeling himself. He had to do this. For Hermione.

“Alright,” he said softly. “I'm going to start healing you now, ok?”

Hermione nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. He nodded, taking a deep breath. He raised his wand, pointing it at her, casting a diagnostic charm to see the full extent of her injuries. He winced when he saw the injuries, he couldn’t believe they did that to her. His heart broke as he saw that she was bleeding internally, had two fractured wrists, strangulation marks on her neck, her cervix was bruised, her rectum was torn and she was bleeding heavily down there from rough penetration. He winced, his hands clenching into fists as he stared at the screen in horror, rage coursing through his veins. He took a deep, shaky breath. He needed to calm down, for Hermione. He couldn’t fail her again. He focused on her face, on her gentle smile, on the love in her eyes. And he began.

He started with her internal bleeding, casting a healing spell to stop the blood flow. He moved on to her fractured wrists, carefully mending the bones. He healed her bruises and cuts, his magic flowing over her skin, soothing and mending. He felt his magic dwindling and he knew he needed a rest to help him recover from the effects of the cruciatus curse, but he refused to leave Hermione’s side. Finally, he moved to her more delicate injuries, the ones between her legs, the ones that made his blood boil with rage.

He grabbed two empty vials, moving his wand over her vagina as he collected a sample of Flint’s semen, doing the same with her anus and putting it in a separate vial labeled with Theodore’s name. He sealed the vials before he put it on the bedside table.

“Almost done,” he murmured, his magic soothing and calming. Finally, he healed the tear in her rectum. He felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, his magic almost depleted. But he refused to stop. Not until Hermione was fully healed. He cast a spell to clean the blood from between her legs.

He looked down at her, checking the diagnostic spell. He let out a breath of relief when he saw that all of her injuries were healed. He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered brokenly, kissing her softly. He held her close, his heart still racing with fear and adrenaline. He never wanted to let her go.

Hermione woke up slowly, her body feeling heavy and sore. She blinked, looking around the room. She was in Draco's quarters, lying in his bed. She looked down at herself, seeing that she was wearing a soft white nightgown. She frowned, trying to remember what happened. And then, it all came back to her. The pain, the humiliation, the fear. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and she rolled over, vomiting into a bucket that was placed on the bedside table. Draco stirred beside her, waking up. He sat up quickly, putting his arm around her.

“Hermione,” he said worriedly. “Are you ok?”

Hermione nodded weakly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I'm ok.”

Draco frowned, his eyes filled with concern as he watched her. He reached for the bucket, vanishing its contents. He grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table, handing it to Hermione. “Here,” he said softly. “Drink this.”

Hermione took the glass, taking a small sip. She winced at the taste in her mouth, feeling a wave of revulsion. She handed the glass back to Draco, laying back down. Draco put the glass back on the table, lying down beside her.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently.

Hermione closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She felt safe in Draco's arms, felt protected. But she couldn't shake the memories of what happened. She opened her eyes, looking at him.

“I don't know if I can,”

Draco nodded understandingly. “I know,” he said softly. He wrapped his arms around her. “Take all the time you need.”

They lay there in silence for a moment, Hermione's head on Draco's chest. She could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady. She felt safe, felt loved. But she knew that she couldn't stay here forever, hiding from the world. She had to face what happened, had to report it to the ministry. She had to get justice, for herself, and for any other woman who might have been hurt by Flint and Nott. She sat up slowly, looking at Draco.

“I need to report this,” she said quietly. “Will you come with me?”

Draco nodded immediately. “Of course,”

They apparated to the ministry, Hermione leaning on Draco for support. Draco led her to Harry's office, knocking on the door.

“Come in,” Harry's voice called out.

Draco opened the door, leading Hermione inside. Harry looked up from his desk, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of them.

“Hermione! Malfoy!” he exclaimed, standing up quickly. “I wasn't expecting you so soon.”

Hermione forced a smile. “Sorry for the surprise visit,” she said weakly.

Harry shook his head. “Don't be ridiculous,” he said gently. “Please, sit down.”

Hermione sat down in one of the chairs in front of Harry's desk, Draco sitting beside her. Harry sat back down, his eyes filled with sympathy.

“Are you ok?” he asked Hermione.

Hermione took a shaky breath. “I will be,” she said quietly.

Harry nodded. “We’ll get through this,” he said. He looked at Draco, gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you for taking care of her, Malfoy.”

Draco nodded. “She's everything to me,” he said simply. His voice was shaky, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched his wand.

Harry turned back to Hermione. “Are you ready to give your statement?” he asked her gently.

Hermione hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. Draco squeezed her hand again, giving her a reassuring smile. She took a deep breath and nodded. “I'm ready,” she said firmly.

“Do you mind if I get your memories of the incident?” Harry asked.

Hermione bit her lip nervously, but nodded. Draco stood up, moving to stand behind her.

“I'll extract the memories for you, Potter,” he said quietly, his wand in his hand.

Harry nodded gratefully. Draco moved his wand over Hermione's temple, extracting the memories. He handed the vial to Harry, who sealed it in a special container for evidence. Harry looked at Hermione, his eyes serious.

“I'm going to need to ask you some questions about what happened,” he said gently.

Hermione swallowed hard, her throat dry. Draco put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. She nodded, steeling herself. “I understand,” she said quietly. Her voice was shaky and weak but she pushed through.

Harry pulled out a piece of parchment, ready to take notes. “Can you tell me what happened?” he asked, his voice gentle.

Hermione took another deep breath, her eyes on the floor. Draco squeezed her shoulder gently. She began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. “Draco and I were in the library… we were… intimate.” She felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment but she knew she needed to be honest. “And then… Nott and Flint appeared. They attacked us.”

Harry's eyes narrowed, his grip on his quill tightening. “How did they attack you?” he asked, his voice firm.

Hermione's voice wavered. “They used a body-binding curse on Draco, and both of them attacked me,” she said quietly.

Draco's hand tightened on her shoulder, his eyes filled with anger and guilt. But he stayed silent, letting Hermione speak.

“What did they do to you?” Harry asked gently.

Hermione felt tears pricking at her eyes. “They ripped my clothes off,” she said, her voice shaking. “They touched me, and then they… they raped me.”

Draco's breath hitched, his hand trembling on her shoulder. He wanted to pull her into his arms, to hold her and never let her go. He fought to keep his composure. Harry's face was white with rage, his eyes blazing.

“Did they say anything to you?” he asked Hermione, his voice tight with anger.

Hermione nodded shakily. “Yes,” she whispered. “They called me a mudblood. They said I was a whore, that I deserved it. T-that I defiled Draco, for being intimate with him.”

Draco growled angrily, the memories of what happened to her still fresh in his mind. Harry's eyes were blazing, his knuckles white as he gripped his quill.

“Is there anything else you want me to document?” Harry asked Hermione, his voice low and dangerous.

Hermione shook her head. “No,” she whispered. She was crying now, tears streaming down her face. Draco couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “Shhh, darling,” he murmured, rocking her gently. “It's ok. I've got you.”

Harry looked at them, his heart aching for his best friend. “Thank you for telling me what happened, Hermione,” he said gently.

Hermione sniffled, wiping her eyes. Draco handed her a handkerchief from his pocket. She took it gratefully, dabbing at her eyes. Harry stood up, coming around his desk to kneel in front of Hermione.

“I promise you, we'll get them for this,” he said fiercely, taking her hand in his. “They'll pay for what they did to you.”

Hermione squeezed his hand gently. “Thank you, Harry,” she whispered.

Harry stood up, looking at Draco. “I need your statement as well,” he said to the Slytherin prince.

Draco nodded, sitting back in his chair. “Of course,”

Harry turned his attention back to Draco. “Can you tell me from the beginning what happened last night?”

Draco took a deep breath. “Hermione and I were in the library,” he began. “We were… intimate. We were kissing, and touching each other.” Harry looked uncomfortable hearing this piece of information twice. Draco’s cheeks were flushed, but he pushed on. “And then, Nott and Flint apparated into the library. They cast a body-binding curse on me, throwing me against the wall.”

Harry nodded, his face grim. “What happened then?”

 he asked.

Draco swallowed hard. “They attacked Hermione,” he said, his voice trembling with anger. “They ripped her clothes off, and they… they raped her.”

Harry's face was like thunder, his eyes blazing with fury. “Did you hear anything they said to her?” he asked Draco.

Draco nodded. He had never been this angry before in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to hex both Nott and Flint, he wanted to hex them so bad that they would be begging him for mercy.

“They called her a mudblood, a whore,” Draco spat. “They said she deserved it, for being with me.”

Harry's jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. “Is there anything else you remember?” he asked.

“Yes,” Draco said, his voice cold. “I managed to break free of the body binding spell when Nott was .. distracted. I pushed him off her and stunned him. But Marcus got me with the cruciatus curse.” He remembered the feeling of the curse and he winced.

Harry's eyes widened in shock. “Why the fuck didn’t you get checked up?” he said, anger lacing his tone.

“I was more worried about Hermione,” Draco said simply, his eyes never leaving Harry’s face.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. “You’re as stubborn as she is,”

“I’m afraid so,” Draco agreed, a faint smile playing on his lips. Harry rolled his eyes fondly. Draco continued his account, his voice filled with rage. “As soon as Flint lifted the curse, he tied my hands and ankles so I wouldn’t interfere, Nott woke up from the stunning curse and he was angry and he… t-they…” He looked down at his lap, his heart breaking at the memory of them both taking her viciously, his mouth not able to form words.

“Malfoy?” Harry said worriedly.

Draco looked up, his eyes filled with guilt and shame. “Nott raped her in her.. behind” he whispered. “And Flint took her front, they double penetrated her. I broke out of the robes soon after and stunned Nott, then I casted an unforgivable at Flint before tying both of them and sending a patronus to you.” He felt the magic in his veins explode with his rage, but he breathed in, trying to control himself. But his hands were shaking violently, he clenched them into fists, his nails digging into the skin of his palm. He could feel the tremors of the cruciatus still coursing through his body.

Harry’s eyes widened, he looked back at Hermione who was staring at him, her eyes were wide and unfocused, her breath coming out in short, harsh pants. Her body was trembling. Draco noticed this and he turned to her.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured gently. “Breathe, darling. In and out, come on.”

Harry stood up abruptly, going to the door and closing it, locking it so no one can disturb them. He returned to Hermione's side. “You’re safe, Hermione,” Harry said gently. “You're not alone.”

Hermione's breath hitched. “No more, please,” she whispered, her voice shaky. Draco moved to kneel in front of her, his hand on her knee. Hermione flinched away from his touch.

“Stop. It hurts. S-stop.” She sobbed, her eyes were still hazy, pulled into the memories of her assault. Harry shared a look with Draco. Draco closed his eyes, his heart aching. He took a deep breath, moving his hand away.

Hermione curled into a tiny ball on the chair, her eyes swimming with tears. “P-please. Not there!”  Draco choked a sob, remembering when she said those exact words to Theodore before he ruthlessly penetrated her asshole.

Hermione sobbed. “Not there! P-please, I’m sorry! I'm sorry for being a mudblood! Please! I’m sorry!” she begged. Her eyes were wild and unfocused, she was hyperventilating, gasping for breaths. Draco tried touching her again but she pushed him away and he stood up, backing away from her, feeling helpless. She curled further into herself, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Kill me. Please! K-Kill me!”  she begged, sobs racking her body.

Harry took a shaky breath, trying to stay calm. He was so angry but he knew he needed to help Hermione. He moved towards her slowly, his hands held out. “Hermione, it's Harry. I'm not going to hurt you.”

Hermione flinched, her eyes darting around the room frantically. “Don’t touch me! Please! Don’t!” she sobbed. Harry's heart broke at the sight of her so broken.

Draco kneeled down infront of her chair, taking a deep grounding breath. “Hermione, listen to me,” he said softly, his wand in his hands. “Look at me. Focus on me. What color are my eyes?”

Hermione blinked, her gaze finding Draco's face. His eyes were the same pale gray she'd always loved. She remembered when they were at their 6th year, she used to tease him that his eyes were the color of a rainy day. He used to laugh and tease her back, calling her a bossy know-it-all.

“Gray,” she whispered.

Draco smiled slightly. “That's right,” he said encouragingly. “Now tell me, what color is your hair?”

Hermione's brow furrowed in confusion. She touched her hair, feeling the soft curls. “Brown,” she said uncertainly.

Draco nodded. “That's right. You have beautiful brown hair.” He kept his voice calm and soothing. “Now, tell me, what's your favorite color?”

Hermione hesitated for a moment before answering. “Red,” she said softly.

Draco's smile widened. “That's right.” He squeezed her knee gently, his touch light. “Bloody Gryffindor to the core.” He teased gently, hoping to bring back her sense of humor.

Hermione stared at him, her eyes still unfocused. “What's happening?” she asked, her voice weak.

“You were having a flashback,” Draco said softly. “But you’re safe now, Hermione. You're with me and Harry. We won't let anyone hurt you.” Harry nodded in agreement. “Do you know where you are?”

Hermione looked around the room, her gaze settling on Harry's desk. “I'm at the Ministry,” she said quietly.

“That's right,” Draco said gently. “You’re at the Ministry of Magic, in Harry’s office. You’re safe here.”

Hermione nodded weakly. “Okay,” she whispered. Harry reached for a glass of water on his desk, handing it to her. She took it with trembling hands, taking a small sip.

“You're doing great, Hermione,” Harry said encouragingly.

Hermione set the glass down, her hands still shaking. She looked at Harry, then at Draco, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don't know what's wrong with me. When Draco told you what they did to me I-I was pulled back there, and for a moment it felt real.” She choked a sob.
 “I was there again, in that library.”

Draco moved closer to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t apologize,” he said firmly. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You're the strongest witch I know.”

Harry nodded in agreement. “You’re doing so well, Hermione,” he said softly. “It's okay to feel scared. You went through something traumatic. It's okay to take your time.”

Hermione leaned into Draco's embrace, feeling safe in his arms. She closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Anything for you,” Draco murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Harry smiled at them, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that Hermione still had a long way to go, but for now, she was safe, and that was all that mattered.

Draco stood up, holding out his hand to Hermione. “Come on,” he said gently. “Let's go get some lunch, you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.” She took his hand, his fingers intertwined with hers. With his other hand Draco placed his wand on his head, a white string was pulled out. “Here are my memories from the attack, Potter. I also owled the ministry the samples i collected yesterday from Hermione’s body, along with the full report.”
Harry opened an empty vial and let Draco guide the memories inside. He sealed it with a stopper. “Thank you, Malfoy. I’ll see you both later, okay?” Harry said.
Hermione nodded, not meeting his eyes and let Draco lead her out of the room. They walked to the elevator. Harry watched them go, his heart heavy with worry. He would do everything in his power to help Hermione heal, to bring those who had hurt her to justice. She was more than just his best friend – she was the sister he never had. And he would fight tooth and nail to protect her.

Chapter 4: The healing

Notes:

CW: panic attacks, some smut.

Draco took Hermione to his estate on a private beach in Wales. as they emerged from the fireplace, Hermione looked around the house, of her, it was a decent size, well, small for Malfoy standards, but cozy. She looked at Draco.

“I didn’t know you had a place like this,” she said, looking out the window at the beautiful view.

“I don’t use it much,” Draco admitted. “But I thought it would be a good place for us to relax and get away from everything for a while. Just us.” He took Hermione’s hand, leading her into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed, looking out at the view of the beach. Draco knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in his.

“We will get through this, Hermione,” he said quietly, his eyes filled with hope.

Hermione squeezed his hands gently. “We will. As long as you’re by my side.” she said softly. “Always.” He answered without hesitation.

Hermione cupped his cheek, Draco leaned into her touch. “I love you, Hermione,” he said with all the love in the world. She smiled, kissing him softly. “I love you too, Draco.”

The next few weeks passed by in a blur. Draco and Hermione spent their days lounging on the beach, talking, and just enjoying each other's company. They took long walks along the shore, holding hands and watching the sunset.

But at night, Hermione's nightmares returned. She would wake up screaming, her body shaking with fear. Draco was always there to comfort her, holding her close and whispering softly until she fell back asleep.

After a few sessions with a mind healer, slowly but surely, Hermione began to heal. She started to smile again, and even laugh. Draco's presence was a balm to her soul, and she cherished every moment they spent together.

But even as they enjoyed their time together, Draco knew that they couldn't stay hidden away forever. There was still a world out there that needed their attention, and he knew that eventually they would have to face it again. But for now, he was content to just be with Hermione, to watch her heal and to support her in any way that he could. He loved her with all his heart, and he would do whatever it took to make sure that she was okay. And as they sat on the beach watching the sun set over the water, Draco knew that no matter what happened, their love would endure.

It had been a month since the incident. Hermione and Draco decided it was time to go back to Hogwarts. They packed their things and apparated back to the castle. But as they walked through the halls, Hermione felt a sense of dread wash over her. She hadn't been back since the attack, and she wasn't sure what to expect. She clung to Draco's arm tightly as they walked, her heart pounding in her chest.

They reached the Great Hall, and Hermione took a deep breath before stepping inside. The students were all staring at her, their faces filled with curiosity and pity. Hermione felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, and she quickly looked away. Draco led her to the staff table, where McGonagall was waiting for them.

“Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy, it's so good to see you both,” she said warmly, hugging Hermione tightly.

Hermione smiled weakly, feeling overwhelmed. “Thank you, Professor,” she said quietly. “It's good to be back.”

McGonagall nodded, her expression serious. “I know it won't be easy, but we're all here to support you. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask.”

Hermione nodded gratefully, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over her. Maybe being back at Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad after all.

Draco and Hermione settled into their new routine at Hogwarts. Draco taught potions, and Hermione taught ancient ruins. They spent their evenings curled up together in Draco's quarters, reading in silence and enjoying each other's company.

But even as things started to feel normal again, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. She would see students whispering to each other. She knew that they were talking about what had happened to her, and it made her feel self-conscious and uncomfortable.

Draco tried to reassure her, but she couldn't help feeling like everyone was staring at her, judging her. She started to withdraw into herself, spending less and less time with Draco.

Draco  knew something was wrong, and he had an idea on how to help her. One day, he approached her after class, his expression serious. “Hermione,” he said quietly. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Hermione looked up from her desk, where she was grading papers. “Of course,” she said, putting down her quill. “What is it?”

Draco hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to say what he wanted to say. “I was wondering if maybe you would like to go on a date with me,” he said finally, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. “A date?” she repeated, her heart skipping a beat.

Draco nodded, his eyes hopeful. “Yes. I.. we’ve never been on an actual date before. We could go out for dinner, or maybe something less fancy. Whatever you want.”

Hermione felt a warmth spread through her chest at Draco's words.The thought of spending time with him made her feel excited and nervous.

“I would love to,” she said finally, smiling up at him. Draco grinned, his heart soaring. “Nothing that requires me wearing a gown though.” She teased him.
 “That’s fine,” he said, his grin widening. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon from your quarters.”

That day, Draco took Hermione to a private estate in Paris. He had set up a romantic picnic, with a beautiful view of the sunset. Hermione looked gorgeous, in a periwinkle summer dress that reached her knees. Her hair was up in a loose bun, a few curls framing her face. She looked like a vision. Draco remembered the first time he saw her in a gown. It was at the yule ball back in 4th year. She had worn a periwinkle dress, that hugged her body in all the right places. He couldn’t take his eyes off her then. He still couldn’t.

Hermione gasped as she saw the setup, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Draco, this is amazing,” she said, turning to him with a huge smile on her face.

Draco returned her smile, his heart full of love for her. “I wanted to make it special,” he said quietly.

Hermione took his hand, leading him to the blanket. They sat down together, looking out over the stunning view. Draco had packed a basket full of Hermione's favorite foods. They ate and talked, laughing and reminiscing about old times.

As the sun began to set, Draco pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He poured them each a glass, handing one to Hermione.

“To us,” he said, clinking his glass against hers. Hermione smiled, taking a sip.

As they finished their champagne, Draco realized that Hermione looked happier than she had in weeks. Her eyes were sparkling, and her smile was bright and genuine. He knew that he had made the right decision in asking her out, and he was determined to make sure that their relationship continued to grow stronger.

They finished their meal, and Draco packed up the remains. Hermione leaned back on her elbows, looking up at the sky. Draco lay down next to her, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Thank you for today, Draco,” Hermione said quietly. “It was perfect.”

Draco smiled, his heart full of affection. “I'm glad you enjoyed it,” he said softly. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. Hermione melted into the kiss, feeling a warmth spread through her body.

The kiss deepened, and Draco's hand slid up Hermione's leg, pushing up her dress. Hermione moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Draco's hair. Draco's fingers found her center, stroking her through her panties. She was already so wet for him. He groaned, breaking the kiss. “You're so wet for me, love. So responsive.” He whispered, nipping at her ear. He pulled her panties down and threw them somewhere.

Hermione blushed, biting her lip. She felt exposed, but Draco's touch felt so good. He pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts. He took one into his mouth, sucking and licking at her nipple. She cried out, arching her back. She reached down to undo his trousers. He hissed as she freed his cock, stroking him slowly. She was still so nervous about all of this, and Draco knew that. He could see the wariness in her eyes.

“Hermione, look at me,” Draco said softly, his eyes locked on hers. “There's nothing to be nervous about. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. We can stop at any time.”

Hermione met his gaze, her cheeks flushed. She knew that Draco would never pressure her into anything, but she still couldn't shake the nerves. She wanted to make love to him, but the memories of what had happened before still lingered.

“I know,” she whispered, her hand still on his cock.

Draco kissed her softly, his lips gentle. “We can take it slow,” he said quietly. He took her free hand, placing a kiss on her palm. He guided his hand back to her pussy. She gasped as his fingers touched her clit. He rubbed slow circles on the little nub, making her squirm.

Hermione moaned, her head falling back. Draco leaned down, sucking her nipple into his mouth. She cried out, her hips arching up. She was so close to coming already. She felt the familiar coil in her stomach, and she knew that she wouldn't last much longer.

“Draco,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Please, I'm so close.”

Draco groaned, his cock twitching in her hand. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her, to feel her come on his cock. But he knew that they had to take it slow. He increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers moving faster. Hermione cried out, her body shaking.

“Oh god, Draco,” she moaned, her hips bucking. “I'm going to come.”

“Let go, baby,” Draco said hoarsely. “Come for me.”

Hermione screamed, her body arching off the ground. Her orgasm crashed over her, and she felt herself clenching around nothing. Draco groaned, watching her come undone beneath him. He felt his own orgasm building, but he pushed it back, focusing on her pleasure.

As Hermione came down from her high, Draco kissed her softly. She melted into his kiss, her body still trembling. Draco's hand moved from her pussy, and he pulled back from the kiss. He looked into her eyes, his expression soft.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

Hermione nodded, her cheeks flushed. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That was amazing.” She said, smiling at him.

Draco smiled back, his heart swelling with love for her. He kissed her again, before tucking her in his arms, watching the stars shine above them.

“I want to return the favor.” She whispered softly, Draco shook his head. “You don’t have to, Darling. I’m fine.” He kissed her head gently making her sigh happily. “I know, but I want to.” Hermione pushed him down on the ground as she straddled his hils. She pulled his trousers down further and took him in her mouth. Draco moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair.

“Fuck, Hermione,” he breathed, his hips jerking slightly. He was so sensitive, and Hermione's mouth felt amazing on his cock.

Hermione swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum. Draco groaned, thrusting his hips slightly. She took him deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head slowly. Draco's breathing was heavy, and he was trying his hardest not to fuck her face. He knew she would hate it.

“Baby, you feel so good,” Draco moaned, his eyes rolling back.

Hermione hummed, taking him as deep as she could. She gagged slightly, and Draco felt his balls tighten. He was so close already. He hadn't cum yet because of the healing potions he was taking.

“Fuck, baby,” Draco groaned. “I'm so close.”

Hermione sucked him harder, her tongue swirling around the tip. Draco thrust his hips slightly, his breathing heavy. He was so close, and it felt amazing. Suddenly, Hermione started gagging and pushing Draco's hips away, panic flashed in her eyes as she pushed herself back, Draco sat up quickly, he pulled her in his embrace as she started to panic. She was shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face.

“I'm sorry,” she cried. “I'm so sorry.”

Draco shook his head, holding her tightly. “Shh, Hermione, it's okay. Don't apologize.”

Hermione buried her face in Draco's chest, trying to calm her breathing. She felt embarrassed and ashamed. She couldn't even give her boyfriend a blowjob without having a panic attack. She hated feeling so weak.

Draco held her close, rubbing her back soothingly. “Hermione, listen to me,” he said softly.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Draco said firmly. “This isn't your fault. What happened to you… it wasn't your fault.”

Hermione sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I know,” she said quietly. “I just feel so stupid. I can't even give you a blowjob without freaking out.”

Draco shook his head. “Don't say that,” he said gently. “I don't care about that. All I care about is you, and I’ll wait forever for you.”

Hermione hugged him tightly. “I love you,” she said quietly.

Draco hugged her back, his heart full of emotion. “I love you too,” he said softly. They lay down together again, and Draco held her close, watching her fall asleep. He made a promise to himself that he would do everything in his power to protect her, to make sure that she felt safe and loved. He would spend every day making her feel like the queen that she was. Because that's what she was to him, his queen.

Three months passed, life was finally going back to normal. Hermione’s sessions with the mind healer were a great success especially after Flint and Nott had been booked for a lifetime in Azkaban.

Draco was pacing outside Hermione's quarters, he took the black velvet box out of his pocket, the ring was simple, a beautiful diamond surrounded by emeralds and sapphires. It was perfect. Just like her.

He knocked on her door, he heard her footsteps. His heart was beating so fast. When she opened the door, all of the breath in his lungs left his body, she looked beautiful. She wore a white summer dress that reached her mid thighs.

“Draco,” she smiled. “Come in.” She said as she turned and walked back inside. He smiled and walked in, closing the door behind him. She turned back around, he took her hand in his and brought her to sit on the couch.

“What's wrong?” She asked, he was nervous, it was written all over his face. He shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just, can you meet me in an hour? By the black lake?” He asked.

“Sure, why?” She smiled.

“I just want to show you something.” He smiled back.

She nodded.

An hour later, Hermione made her way to the black lake. She saw Draco standing near the water, he was looking so handsome. He wore black slacks and a grey button down shirt. He turned to face her when he heard footsteps approaching.

“Hey,” he said, as he turned, she smiled and hugged him tightly.

“Hi,” she said as she hugged him. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. He took a deep breath and pulled the ring out. He got down on one knee and held up the ring.

“Hermione Granger, from the moment I met you, you have always challenged me. You make me want to be a better wizard. You are the kindest, most beautiful witch I have ever known. I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, Hermione, will you marry me?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly, she gasped in surprise, tears filled her eyes.

“Yes.” She said. He slid the ring on her finger, he stood up and picked her up, twirling her around.

“Forever mine.” He said, before kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He set her back down on the floor and held her close. They stood there for a few moments before she pulled back. “Forever yours.” She said, and he was smiling like a fool.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“To tell everyone that you're mine now.” He grinned and she giggled.

They walked into the great hall, everyone was there. The students were all eating dinner. Hermione and Draco walked up to the head table and sat down, she turned to him and smiled.

“You can't wait to tell everyone, can you?” She giggled.

“Of course not.” He replied.

“Good afternoon, everyone. I have some exciting news to share with you all.” He paused and looked at Hermione. She was smiling, her eyes shining with happiness. “I am pleased to announce my engagement to Miss Granger.”

The room erupted in cheers and applause, Hermione blushed and smiled, feeling happy and content. Draco grinned, squeezing her hand gently, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I am truly the luckiest man alive,” he said quietly, just for her to hear. Hermione's blush intensified, she leaned in to kiss him softly.

“As am I,” she replied softly.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur, with students and professors alike coming up to congratulate the happy couple. Hermione couldn't stop smiling, feeling like she was on cloud nine. She knew that this was just the beginning of their happily ever after.

Notes:

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