A/N: Hello readers! Random idea I had, but I'd like to pursue it if there's any interest. Reviews are appreciated:)
Hermione's fingers brushed over the bound books of the restricted section. She found this was the only place she could truly be alone, save for the very occasional other six year, and the few seventh years.
She didn't look at the titles, just stared off into the distance. She stopped in front of the section on History of Deadly Potions and tapped one foot against her other ankle.
Stupid Ron. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the image of him and...her.
She had never had a problem with Lavender. Sure, they were different. Lavender was a perfect girl, who loved pretty clothes and jewelry and...Ron.
Hermione sighed, and pressed her forehead against the book shelf; fiddled with the edge of her skirt. There were footsteps from somewhere behind her, but she didn't turn around.
You're stronger than this she scolded herself, straightening slightly.
You're still just a girl...with feelings. You're allowed to feel like this. She slumped again at the thought.
Suddenly, the jolt of energy of a spell rushed through her chest. She felt her wand pulled from her back pocket, and spun on her heel quickly, reaching for the wand as it arched up in midair, but it slipped away from her.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively turned to run back to the library, but yet another spell hit her again, and she collapsed to the floor. Locomotor Mortis. Her legs were bound, but her upper body was still moving. She pushed herself up, and opened her mouth to call for help, but the silencio charm caught her scream in her throat. She gasped in shock at the surprise of the attack, and tried to pull herself further down the aisle, keeping her eyes locked on the corner where the shelves met another pathway.
It was late at night, nearly 1 in the morning, so the chance of anyone else being in the library was little. She had snuck out of the common room using Harry's invisibility cloak, something she did quite often.
She was alone here, with her attacker.
Finally, he appeared at the end of the aisle, sneering down at Hermione. It was a seventh year Slytherin by the name of Heath. He was tall, and broad shouldered. Hermione had known of existence ever since fourth year, when his creepy stares unnerved her at the Yule Ball. He had continued with the offsetting looks for the past two years, and she had always appreciated having Harry and Ron nearby whenever this happened in the corridors.
She gaped up at him, and then narrowed her eyes as dangerously as possible. Heath laughed.
Hermione couldn't remember ever being this scared. Heath stood about 2 feet from her, watching her watch him. She tried to convey anger, but her stomach was twisting in terror.
All at once, Heath reached down and wrapped his fingers in her hair, and pulled her up. She screamed out in pain, but no sound came. She was on her feet, which were clamped together. She tried to scratch at his face, but her own wand was pressed against her throat.
"You ever been silently tortured, Granger?" Heath growled into her ear. She froze almost as if he had locked her arms as well. "You know, you're real pretty. You little boyfriends don't seem to see that, but I do." He pushed her against a row of books, and clamped his large hand around her neck. "Let's see what you've got underneath those modest little clothes of yours..."
Keeping one hand on her throat as she struggled against him, he used his other hand to free the wand from his pocket.
"Diffindo" he whispered, and she heard her sweater tear. If she could make any noise, she would have whimpered.
She knew what this boy had planned. It didn't take someone as smart as her to figure it out. If only she could reach for her wand...he had it...and her arms were free. If she could twist, she could grab the wand, stupefy Heath...
She waited for him to get distracted with grabbing at her. She hated this feeling, it wasn't right, she didn't want this.
As soon as his head was dipped away from hers, she snatched for her wand, which he was clutching tightly.
She didn't make it. He saw what she was trying to do and he threw her against the opposite shelf, then punched her across the face. Hermione lost her balance and fell to the ground. She blinked hard, her eyesight doing a little white dance, her eye searing with pain. She tasted blood in her mouth.
"You know, you're not as easy as that first year Johnson was."
Hermione swallowed. Marie Johnson was a little Hufflepuff first year who had just been found obliviated and bruised, and was in the hospital wing for her injuries. Nobody could figure what had happened, their best guess was Marie had fallen from a stolen broomstick, seeing an older Hufflepuff's broom had gone missing. Hermione wondered what Heath had taken from the Gryffindor tower so her mysterious injuries might be explained.
She pushed herself up, and turned to look at Heath, who was crouching over her, grinning darkly. He grabbed her chin in his hand roughly and she pushed it away.
"Now...now, let's not get too unfriendly." he smiled.
Don't Hermione mouthed.
Heath chuckled and pushed her down, reaching for her skirt. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut.
Then Heath slumped against her, clearly unconscious. Her eyes flew open, and she pushed him away, sitting up.
Ron she mouthed, relief flooding through her. It was the first time her mouth had formed his name in two months.
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