Chương 33: The Unseen Savior
Hermione Granger had a secret, one that she kept from… well it didn't really matter because no one seemed to give two craps about her at Hogwarts. McGonagall appeared more than a little annoyed every time she raised her hand in class and Gryffindors either ignored or taunted her whenever they crossed paths. The young bookworm was beginning to look forward to being verbally abused.
Not because she enjoyed it, in fact she had begun to hate and despise those who continually insulted her for simply enjoying school, but rather the fact that a pattern was beginning to emerge.
She would be beaten down emotionally, flee to a nearby bathroom, and then if it was empty there would be a knock on her stall door. Her mysterious companion would then talk to her about her day. Inquire about her studies, even provide hints about how to better perform in class.
But it was simply the fact that he cared about her that made the most impact. There was no falsehoods in his voice, no sarcasm like so many others, no annoyed sighs or groans when she would go on a rant. Just silent, and at times audible, acknowledgment of her existence.
Then there was the small article of black cloth that she kept with her at all times. Whenever she couldn't escape, whenever she wasn't able to find the isolation she needed the young Gryffindor would gently clasp it in her hand, rubbing her fingers over the silky structure until she calmed.
The obsession was growing with her social isolation, and Hermione knew it. She could see the signs clear as day in herself but… she just could not find the will to care. No one else would spend time with her, no one else would give her so much as a second glance unless it was to help get House Points or to steal an answer for a test or homework.
At this point even the logical portion of her mind, the part that was originally terrified by the changes in herself, was beginning to agree with the idea of seeking out this acceptance. If she didn't, if she ignored it and continued on her own she had little doubt that she would become part of the statistic, one in five Muggle-born students committed suicide a year after graduation.
Although the Wizarding world knew about this, they cared little for solving the problem, the social isolation that the society itself caused. Hermione Granger was determined not to fall into this, and anytime she felt the creeping depression she would find a moment to either contact her benefactor… or take a hold of his gift and fight the feeling away.
The only things that worried her now were in the future. What if the man found he no longer wished to spend time with her, and what would she do during the summer, when she could no longer reach him?
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"M-my L-Lord…"
"Ah Miss Parkinson, how are you today?"
The gleam in his eyes made the girl want to either punch him… or tear his pants off and mount him in the common room.
"G-g-good m-my L-Lord… I-I-I h-have th-this…"
"Oh? You are finished with your task already? Well that was sooner than I thought, well done." the boy took two offered vanilla folders before slowly going through their contents.
"Hmmm"
Pansy was practically sobbing at this point, she just wanted it to end to be able to sleep .
"Very well done Pansy… I do believe that this makes up for your indiscretion."
"Th-thank you m-my L-Lord."
He nodded, before going back to the information, leaving her panting in front of him. Luckily the room was empty, save for Draco, Harry and herself, everyone else having left at his slight gesture.
"Is there anything else Pansy?"
"P-please…"
"Please what?"
"P-please… let me…"
"Oh yes, how silly of me to forget. The 'key' to your release and all that, well it is a rather interesting puzzle if I do say so myself so you had best pay attention to figure it out."
The girl whimpered, but nodded.
"The spell cannot be undone by the one who suffers from it, as you have undoubtedly noted. Instead you must use another person to bring yourself to fruition. Do that and…"
All she heard was 'another person' before reaching out and grabbing the wrist of her Lord, and jamming his hand, along with her own, into her pants.
Ecstasy, and relief, shot through her body less than a minute later, resulting in a scream ripping through her throat before she slumped forward onto his lap, passing out in the process.
"Perhaps I overdid it a bit… I was going to say that your fiance was sitting over there but…" Glancing over Harry's eyebrow quirked up when he realized that Draco was shifting a bit uncomfortably as well, at the sight of his betrothed using their Lord in such a way.
"Well I suppose that means you will not be taking her back to her dorm room…"
"M-my a-apologies my L-Lord…"
A sigh broke his lips, before Harry chuckled. This time he did pick the girl up bridal style before carrying her to her own bed, much to the puzzlement of the other girls in the dorm.
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"So my Lord, are you going to inform us as to why you wanted the information on Granger and Lovegood? I mean I suppose they are somewhat attractive but…"
"Ah Draco I am glad that you are only in your second year."
"Um… thank you? Why is that?"
"Because I have plans for you Draco, and if you were this shortsighted while being considerably older then I would be worried."
The Malfoy flushed red with embarrassment as the small group of Slytherins made their way down a nearly abandoned corridor.
"Better yet my Lord," Pansy practically purred as she inched just slightly closer to the raven-haired boy, "why are we in this hallway?"
"Because the next part of my plan is in this hallway Pansy." with that the boy stopped in front of a closet, before dispelling the multitude of charms on the door and opening it.
Inside, with her knees pulled up to her chest, was a sobbing, naked, young blonde girl.
"Ah hem…" Millicent growled out, glaring at the other boys who promptly looked away.
"Miss Lovegood?"
The girl's sobbing halted, before she looked up, with eyes full of confusion and fear at the boy standing above her.
"It appears as though you could use some aid."
Her eyes widened even further, before a spark of something, hope perhaps, appeared within. Slowly she began to rise, keeping her arms positioned in such a way that it covered her modesty, until she stood in front of the boy. Her eyes glanced towards the other two girls as a blush appeared on her face, her legs shifting slightly with discomfort.
"Pansy, Millie… leave"
The two girls did as ordered, his tone allowing rebuttal, leaving the two alone.
As he slipped off his outer cloak the young Lovegood's face lit up with a thankfulness he had not beheld in years, and she graciously accepted the clothing that was slid around her shoulder to cover her from any further sight. The moment it touched her skin, however, she gasped in shock.
It was… something else. It felt smoother than silk as it practically melded to her body, dancing across her skin like the caress of a lover. It was warm, almost like a small heater and brought a comfort to her skin and her heart as it molded around her body to protect her.
Like being hugged and protected all at the same time.
"I…"
"Keep it my dear, and know that should you ever need a friend you have one in Slytherin."
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