A/N: Again, this is NOT a Dramione. This idea came to me while I was half asleep, so I don't know how it will go. If you like the story, PLEASE review (that goes for guests too)!

To my dismay, I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters. Those belong to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

She read the note for the umpteenth time as she walked towards his office. Hermione had never been asked by the headmaster to come up and see him in her first five years at Hogwarts. She was Head Girl, her grades had been nothing but perfect, and she hadn't gotten into any serious trouble lately, unless you count the past summer. She pushed the thought away as she reached the hidden staircase. She said the password and walked confidently to his office. She reached up a hand to knock on the door, but a voice came from the other side. "Come in, Ms. Granger."

She opened the door quietly. "You sent for me, Headmaster?"

"Yes, please have a seat." Professor Dumbledore conjured up a chair in front of his desk.

Hermione was suddenly very nervous. She placed her bag on the floor beside the chair and sat down.

"How did your summer go, Ms. Granger?"

Her heart skipped a beat. Oh, no. "It-it was…eventful."

"Oh really?" Something in his gaze told Hermione that he was waiting for her to tell him what he had somehow figured out.

She looked him in the eye. "How did you find out, Professor?"

He looked back curiously. "Find out what, Ms. Granger?"

Her eyes filled to the brim with tears. "I haven't even told Harry and Ron." A lump formed in her throat. "Who told you?"

"Told me what, Ms. Granger?" He leaned in closer to her. His bright blue eyes seemed to be looking straight into her soul.

The tears started to spill over. "I don't want to play games, Professor. How did you know?" A sob escaped her chest.

He stood up and walked around his desk to stand in front of her. He placed a finger on his temple. "When you have a mind such as mine, it's not that difficult."

Hermione hid her face in her hands; her shoulders shaking with sobs. "It's so embarrassing."

Dumbledore knelt next to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "When did it happen?"

She looked at him with a tear-stained face. "Just a few weeks ago."

Dumbledore conjured up another chair and sat in front of her. "How?" He handed the distraught girl a tissue.

She blew her nose and took a few deep breaths. "It happened the night I went out with a few muggle friends. My house is only a few blocks away from the movie theater. It was near midnight when the movie ended, so my friend Jamie offered me a ride. I said no." Hermione stopped to see if Dumbledore would add in his own commentary. When he didn't, she continued. "I thought I would be fine. I held my purse in front off me and looked straight ahead." Hermione looked down at her hands in her lap. "I was a block away from my street when he came up behind me. He covered my mouth with his hand and dragged me into a nearby alley…" Her voice trailed off as the memories she tried to repress came flooding back…

She tried moving his hand away. She bit it several times, but he wouldn't budge. "Feisty,

aren't we?" he murmured in her ear. "I like that in a girl, especially one as pretty as you."

Her eyes widened and a muffled scream escaped her as he chuckled. He pinned her up

against the wall behind a dumpster and held a knife to her throat. "Say one word, bitch,

and that'll be the end of you!" Hermione didn't dare move, not that she could. Her body

seemed to freeze. After the horrid man shoved a filthy hand up her skirt, her mind drifted

to a peaceful place…

Hermione didn't have to say these details out loud. Dumbledore had read her thoughts as they ran through her mind. She made sure to skip straight to the events that occurred after the bastard had left her. "I didn't know what to do. I washed myself up in a public restroom before I went home. Before I went to bed, I tossed out my clothes, telling my mom that they no longer fit."

The sound of Dumbledore's voice made her jump. "You didn't tell her?"

Hermione shook her head. "I told her two days later. I was so embarrassed." She started crying hysterically. "H-how c-could I l-let this h-happen to me?!" She buried her face once more.

"Now, listen here, Ms. Granger," his firm tone caught her attention instantly. "It is not, under any circumstances, your fault you were violated."

"But, I could h-have defended m-myself. He was r-right-"

Dumbledore interrupted her. "There was nothing you could do. He would have killed you, Ms. Granger. You need to stop blaming yourself."

"I can't help it, Professor," she sobbed. "I should have-"

"No, Ms. Granger. Blaming yourself ends here. It's not healthy."

Hermione leaned forward and placed her head on his shoulder. A small knock came from the door. Professor McGonagall poked her head in. "Were you right, Albus?"

"Unfortunately, yes, Minerva."

"Oh, you poor child!" Professor McGonagall rushed over and took her crying student into her arms. "What are we going to do, Albus?"

"She needs someone to talk to, Minerva. And I know just who that someone is."

A/N: So, what do you think? Is it a good story idea? Please answer these questions in your reviews that you WILL be writing. I REALLY want to know how you guys feel about this one!