She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't know why she was doing it. All she knew was how. Right there, mid-kiss with Ron, she was deep in thoughts about her surroundings and trying to figure out WHAT she should do. She didn't love Ron. She thought she once did, but not... he was just a nuisance to her. He constantly demanded to go to the next level. But her being a virgin made it uncomfortable for her to want that.

The cause would more so be that she just didn't want to be with him. She knew he would throw one of his tempers and probably become violent as he had done in the past. This fear is what has kept her, made her and motivated her to stay. To stay with him and make him happy in hope that he will stay calm, though recently...

Again, she felt his hand slide down below her hipline and hastily, she moved it back up on her hip. Breaking the kiss, she put on a frustrated face and then said, in a feisty tone, "Ron. I said I didn't want that, how many times will I have to say before it gets out of hand?"

Ron grunted, frustrated at her, firstly because she refused to meet his needs, cowering in her innocence from ever venturing further. "Hermione, come on... don't you care about pleasing me?" He tried to play innocent. Knowing it was how to gain her sympathy.

"Ron. What about me? If I don't enjoy it, how could you? It makes ME wonder if YOU care enough to understand!" She raised her voice, sick of his attitude. Moving away about 2 feet from him, she then ranted about his behaviour. "Ron, if you're going to continue requesting for things I don't want, then I don't think we have much of a future together." She crossed her arms, looking harshly into his eyes.

"Hermione-" He broke off what he thought he was going to say, he hung his head, knowing it would do nothing. Instead he decided to resort to violence. His one true talent. He blew her breath away. Literally, punching her gut with large force, hearing her grunt turned him on.

She groaned, knowing it would bruise. "Ron... stop... before this gets worse-" She was cut off from another blow, this time to her right breast, she then felt his grubby hands, violently violating her body. She was about to cry, when she realized that she didn't have to let this go on. She pushed him away and brought out her wand and stunned him. She left the room of requirement, levitating him with a spell. She brought him to the infirmary, without being seen. She continued on with her Head Girl duties, as she was meant to be patrolling with the Head Boy and the Gryffindor Prefects. She and Ron had only been separated from the Head boy and Lavender, after Ron had requested they split into pairs to patrol that night.

She decided to take a side-track to the owlery, she found Hedwig, knowing that Harry wouldn't mind if she used her, as she loved flying anyways. She quickly wrote a letter from the letter supplies in a cabinet near the entry, explaining everything. She whispered to Hedwig who to send it to and then continued with her patrolling.

Checking her glassy watch, she noted it was 17 minutes past 12, she had patrolled overtime. Hurrying to the Head's Dorm, not wanting the Head boy to get the wrong idea, she slipped while walking past a classroom. It hurt. Bad. But she still continued after casting a spell to heal the bruise that she was sure to form on her right arm. Sighing, she started to cry, estimating that it would be a 10 minute walk until she reached her dorm. She decided to go into the nearby classroom and lock the door behind her. She needed time to cry and think.

Head Boy's POV~

He was wondering when Hermione Granger would return from patrolling. He assumed that she and Ron were at it, making out in an empty classroom or something of the sort. Not wishing to interrupt or intervene with their romance, as he barely understood it as it was; he went to bed.

~2 hours later of trying to sleep and in Hermione's situation, crying~

Hermione's POV~

She didn't want to be weak, feeling weak made her feel worse. She got up and tried to think of things to do to make her forget about Ron. Obliviating herself was entirely out of the question. Perhaps trying out new practices would be enjoyable. Maybe even elderly muggle practices, still performed to the present. Starting with religion, Hermione thought about the muggle religion, to her, that seemed most intriguing. Islam. Such a beautiful culture, their grand Mosque buildings and they were really nice people. It was late July and she knew that it was perfect timing to try one of their most trying of practices. Fasting. But she wondered whether or not she should tell her two best friends; Harry and Ginny. However, she was sure they would be bored to sleep by her rambling about one of her favourite cultures, so she decided against it.

She stopped leaning against the board, a habit she'd formed as of late, from noticeably becoming lazy after the war. She knew leaning was bad for her posture, with endured her with the potential to stop. But nonetheless, she let it pass this one time as she wasn't in the best of moods for inwardly scolding herself. At least, on the brighter side, she will get more time to read. With that happy thought, she wandered back to her dorm after casting a quick refreshing spell to cover up the fact she had been crying.

Head Boy's POV~

He couldn't sleep; he'd tried for something like 2 hours, but still did not reach sub-consciousness. He hated the taste of sleeping draught, but felt it necessary for tonight. The nightmares just kept coming and attacking his mind. Washing away his guilt, he walked out in appropriate wear to go down to Severus' old, secret supply of potions. Once he was out of the door, he couldn't help but check to see if the other Head had made her way back yet. He quietly opened her door to see her bed still empty. 'How odd,' he thought. Though not wishing to waste more time than he needed, he felt it would be right for him to look for her, extending his little adventure in the castle. He walked down the stairs into their common room and made way to the painting entry. He looked around, a habit he has had since 7th year with his 'Assignment'. Noticing her not-so-bushy-as-it-used-to-be hair, he ducked back, thinking it would be awkward if he was leaving at 2 am as she was returning. Casting a disillusionment charm on himself, he went and sat on a sofa. His sleeping draught could wait. His patience co-operating with his curiosity could not.