This does contain slightly mature/perhaps trigger content.

Lavender's had is under my shirt and I can't even appreciate it. What is going on? I wondered, completely unattached to the snog I was having.

Hermione is with McLaggen. Hermione snogged Viktor Krum. Hermione is probably snogging McLaggen.

The mantra running through my head. I could be spending my evening dressed up in my best robes with Hermione looking beautiful in a gorgeous dress. Under the influence of Butterbeer, surrounded by mistletoe and dim light in Slughorn's office ...

"Stop it, Ron," I thought to myself, trying to launch myself back into the present situation where Lavender's tits were pressed up against my chest and my stiffy was becoming more pronounced, much to my actual distain.

I could be with Hermione.

The common room was deserted except Lavender and I. Everyone had either been A) Invited to the party by old Sluggie himself or B) was invited by someone invited. I had been a B option but somehow royally screwed it up.

Story of my life.

The clock above the fireplace rang out. 11 o'clock. I had to go on my prefect patrol. Without Hermione. She had already been cleared by McGonagall to go so I had to perform the patrol by myself. I groaned outloud, thinking about the boredom I would soon face.

Lav mistook my groan of disappoint as a groan of pleasure at the snog I forgot we were having and grinded her hips against mine. I did actually have to stifle a real moan on that one because my stiffy was becoming painful. Not because of Lavender but because I was already enticed by the idea of Hermione in a low-cut Christmas dress.

"I have to go on rounds," I pulled back, wiping the my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Why?" She pouted, trying to bring her face closer to mine.

"That fucking party. There's going to be drunken turds," I told her, shifting her off my lap. For once, she didn't complain. She simply nodded understandingly and lifted herself off my lap, reliving some of the pressure that had built up in my trousers.

"See you tomorrow," she purred, however, a moment later before kissing my soundly on the mouth and began to ascend the staircase to the girls dorm.

My patrol was boring as dragon dung. I'd been out for about an hour, bouncing an abandoned Quaffle I'd found in the corridor, thinking about my patrols with Hermione lately.

Last year, when we had a whole amicable year, without a big blow out like the third year Crookshanks Vs. Scabbers incident or the Yule Ball fiasco, our patrols were fantastic. We'd bicker and she'd tell me all about her life before Hogwarts. It was perfect, the two of us walking in the dim light of our Lumos wands.

How many times I just wanted to Nox it and push her playfully against a wall ...

"RON!" a voice suddenly screamed behind me. I whipped around to see my sister, sprinting towards me, wobbly in a pair of heels. "RON! Thank God. Please, come quick."

"What is it? What happened?" I demanded, striding towards her. She stopped in front of me, grabbing onto my arm and trying to settle her breathing. I noticed tears stained her freckled face.

"Gin-" I started to say but she cut me off with a sob. I was starting to think Dean did something and anger boiled in my blood, big-brother mode kicking in.

"It's Hermione," she cried, looking up at me. My heart stopped.

"What happened?" I asked again, my voice suddenly vunerable.

"I don't know! I was walking in the corridor," she began, still trying to catch her breath. "She was on the floor and McLaggen was on top of her."

My knuckles tightened and my stomach swooping low in defeat. Ginny recognized my disappointment and quickly shook her head again, trying to stop her sobs.

"No! Ron! I think he did something to her. Ron, his pants were around his ankles and he was just in his shorts. He told me to 'bugger off' but she wasn't moving , Ron! I threatened to hit him with a Bat-Bogey if he didn't get off of her and he just left. Ron! She won't wake up!" She cried.

My heart stopped again.

"Where?" was all I could croak out. Gin grabbed my hand and we were suddenly running again. Gin was stumbling under the speed I was running at. Every neuron in my body was firing at rapid speed, trying to stop myself from having a heart attack.

She has to be okay. She has to be.

"Go on. I can't run anymore in these damned things. She's on the stairs of the astronomy tower. I didn't want to leave her but ..." Ginny began to say before stopping abruptly to let out a sob. "I'll go get a professor. Go on"

I squeezed her shoulder and rounded the corner at lightening speed.

When I reached the base of the stairs, leading up to the darkened tower, a pale reflection of blue caught my eyes on the landing halfway up. I took the stairs two, sometimes three at a time, before I dropped to the ground beside her.

She looked quite angelic, really. Her curly hair was laid around her. Her teal colored dress wrapped around her delicately. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a little "O" shape.

I felt a wooping sensation of guilt as I noticed she wasn't stirring and a pair of knickers rested on the ground by her feet.

I couldn't focus on the fact that Hermione was laying on the ground without her knickers because all I could think about was the fact that I could barely see her breathing and there was a small pool of blood surrounding her head.

Blood.

"'Mione," I whispered my almost forgotten pet name for her, reaching for her wrist that rested next to her head. "'Mione, it's me. It's Ron."

I cupped her face in my hands, reaching my fingers down her neck to find a pulse. Beating daintily against my lanky fingers, I found it. Her breathing was shallow and her skin was turning white with each passing second.

My stomach began convulsing, trying to choke out a sob but I forced it back. Goosebumps were raised on her arms so I ripped my cloak off me, pulling her up and into my arms. My cloak was floor length so it cacooned her inside it.

Using my legs, I stood myself up, tucking Hermione against my chest as I began to descend the stairs to the astronomy tower. I felt the sleeve of my shirt slicken with the blood matted to her hair.

"WEASLEY!" a voice called out of me, panicked. I looked up to see Ginny with Snape, his robes billowing around him as he walked briskly with her. Of all the teachers she happened to find first. ...

"Professor, she's not awake. She'd bleeding. He did something to her. He tried to..." I spit out, angerly, losing all ability to finish speaking. His face hardened for a moment, staring down at the helpless genuis resting in my arms.

"Very well. Miss Weasley, go fetch Professor McGongall. Have her collect McLaggen and have Filch close off the tower," Snape said with authority. As much I knew of the mutual hatrage he had with each other, I had to appreciate him switching on the Professor switch.

"Let's proceed to the Hospital Wing, Weasley," he said to me in his nasally voice, once Ginny had scurried off, her heels hooked onto her fingers now.

The walk was quiet, the air surrounded with determination. In this moment, walking with Snape to the hospital wing with this gorgeous beauty in my arms, I felt my strength begin to waiver.

She has to be okay.

She has to.

She doesn't know I love her.

She doesn't know how much I want to be with her.

She doesn't know.

It's all my fault.

This wouldn't have happened if I had gone to the party with her.

All my fault.

I'm a dumbass.

I'm selfish.

She doesn't know.

My arm was soaked in the blood from the back of her head. My limbs growing weak from supporting her weight for so long, trekking across the castle. Snape said nothing, just flung the hospital doors open with a flick of his wand.

"Madam Pomfrey! Please help her!" I begged, tears falling from my eyes, as the frazzled nurse looked down at Hermoine gathered in my cloak.

"Oh dear," She managed to mumble. "What do you know?"

"I know that she was with McLaggen," I mumbled, resting her in the hospital bed she pointed too. My voice hitched and my arms were quaking. "He did something to her. Ginny found him ... on...top of ... her."

I collapsed onto the bed next to her, my head pounding with fear, grasping it in my hands.

"Okay. Severus, will you please go into my office and produce the potions for Scientiam please?" Madam Pomfrey mumbled, waving her wand with intriqute motions around Hermiones fragile body.

Suddenly, a dim purple light emitted from Hermione's body, casting a soft and warm glow around her whilst it mixed with the moonlight streaming in from the big window behind her.

Madam Pomfrey sighed gently to herself for a moment carrrying on with what she was doing.

What did that sigh mean?

A/N: Hello! Thanks for reading this story! It's only chapter one! This somehow came to me randomly this morning and I haven't written on here for a while. This is pretty random but I thought it was an interesting take on a story that's been somewhat told before.

Scientiam is the Latin word for "knowledge" and the potion Pomfrey asks Snape (the one time Potions teacher to make) would be a sort of diagnoisis potion, to figure out what McLaggen did to her. I thought it was appropriate.

This is not going to a graphic or trigger story, for the most part. You'll have to keep reading to find out what I mean by that.

I do have a few Ron and Hermione stories on my FF that I'd really appreciate you read and check out as well. "In the Heat of Battle" is a Hogwarts War/ Post-War story with a HUGE twist. I plan on updating that soon as well. "Mental Conga" involves everyone's favorite, yes, Lavender Brown. That's a sort of pre-story to ITHOB and you should read that first. I also have "Way We Are" which is another Ronmione random story.

PLEASE REVIEW FOR CHAPTER 2.

I'm a poet and didn't even know it.