Dragged Through the Hedge.

by Only At Night.

Chapter 1.

I received the owl that morning with the normal mail delivery.

"Come to see me this evening at 9pm in my office. Matter of the strictest secrecy. Do not tell anyone. Albus Dumbledore."

I managed a covert glance up at the teachers table and the Headmaster winked at me. I nodded my head in return and tucked the note away in my robes. No one else at the Gryffindor table noticed me doing this; no one asked who the note was from. Ron was busy stuffing as much food into his mouth as was humanly possible while Harry was staring off into space. That had become normal behavior for my friends, not only were they acting like 17 year old boys but we just weren't as close as we'd once been.


We were half way through our last year at Hogwarts. The NEWTS were fast approaching and each day that passed I came closer to the end of my youth. Today, a Friday, progressed quite normally, I went to advanced double potions which was a joy with so few students having gained the suitable OWL to take the class. As head girl I'd finally earned the respect of most of the students and even managed to chat amiably upon occasion to Draco Malfoy who was head boy. Pansy Parkinson left after her OWL results to work with her mother at the Ministry; as did Vincent Crabbe; Lavender & the Patil twins all had apprenticeships in the beauty industry. Greg Goyle surprised us all and was taking honours work with Neville Longbottom as his partner in Herbology. More students were dropping out before their NEWTS as they got suitable job offers and there were only about 28 year seven's left now.

I sat next to Susan Bones who was my best girl-friend by default. We had both lost friends and so had grown closer. We got along quite well even though we hadn't spent much time together in the first 5 years of schooling. I wanted to confide in her about my meeting later but didn't want her to think I couldn't keep a secret, especially one from the Head Master. Professor Snape still glared at us but he now encouraged us to also express ourselves. It was still a novel concept though so I managed to control my lust for hand raising.

"What do you think the importance of the asphodel is in this potion Miss Granger?" he asked me.

I looked up and rolled my eyes skywards thinking about an appropriate answer "It's a binding agent to fuse the wormwood and snavelreep weed Sir" I managed to reply.

"Mmm" he mused "very good. 5 points to Gryffindor." I smiled at him and gained a smirk for my troubles. Life was pretty good at this moment in space and time.


After lunch I had a free period so I did my laundry with Winky's supervision. Since joining the Hogsmeade AA Winky had come a long way towards finding herself as an Elf. She'd taken up some hobbies and enjoyed helping in the greenhouses and I was teaching her to knit. This, of course, thrilled Dobby who loved hand-knits with an almost perverse pleasure. Once a month we had a stall at the Hogsmeade markets and sold Elf Knits, which was our label. Now she was sober Winky didn't mind me ironing my own clothes and was fascinated by the lovely new iron my mother had sent me. It ran on rechargeable batteries and Winky loved the shot-of-steam feature. I was determined to leave it behind for her when I graduated as I knew she would love it. Of course ironing for an Elf was a simple matter of point and click, but Winky found my muggleness absorbing.

The rest of the afternoon I spent working on my Athrimancy project and writing up notes from Potions. Malfoy and I shared a study and we both quietly worked at our own desks, occasionally thinking out loud and brainstorming an answer together. He was actually growing on me, and he had a brain which was something I had previously not know any guy to possess. The NEWTS preparation wasn't as bad as I'd feared, or led myself to fear, and taking fewer classes was a guilty pleasure. It gave me lots of time for revision, special projects and exploring the wizarding world in general. It was Professor Snape's suggestion – he'd told me that I could get a world class job with only a handful of NEWTS and I should enjoy life more. Certainly a surprising missive coming from him but it was when Malfoy agreed with him I guess it made sense to me. It was then that I toyed with the idea of working at the Department of Mysteries when I graduated and spoke to Mr. Weasley about it. He'd arranged for me to meet with the Head Unspeakable next weekend for a chat about my suitability. It'd be so cool to work there, they get up to all sorts of experimental magic and potions – or so I'd heard. I guess that's one thing about Unspeakables, they're kind of, well, secret.

After dinner I had a quick meeting with the prefects and then some tutoring of the first years. They were a pretty bright bunch this year and all they needed was some help with the "Swish & Flick" technique that always stumped new wand users. At 8:45 I was ready to head up to Dumbledore's office. I'd changed into jeans and a jumper as after hours it's quite alright for older students not to wear their uniforms. Our dorm was on the same floor as the Head's Office and it was only a 5 minute stroll around the corridor to get there.


"Peppermint slugs" I told the gargoyle which slipped aside for me. I rode the magical escalator up to the Office door which was ajar. Though I found that unusual, it'd never been ajar before, I knew I was expected so I just walked in.

"Head Master, it's me Hermione Granger" I called out. All was quiet so I walked into the middle of the office "Professor Dumbledore" still no response. At this point I took out my wand, trained as I was to be on my guard, and moved towards another side door that was also ajar. I listened intently in the hope of hearing even a small sound that might tell me what was happening. Maybe he just forgot I was coming and was taking a nap. "Professor" I called once again.

"Ah Miss Granger, come in" I heard with relief. Old people, I mused, just a nap – I was right all along. I slipped my wand into my sleeve holster and pushed open the door. It was quite dark with only a couple of candles lighting the room.

"I can come back later" I said just in case he wasn't quite up to visitors. I wasn't too sure where he was as I'd never been in this room before.

SLAM – I jumped and swung around towards the door which had slammed shut. My wand was in my hand again and I froze on the spot in terror. My eyes were adjusting to the gloom when I felt a hand on my back gently running up my spine. It gave me the creeps and I pulled away and turned to face the hand's owner with my wand at the ready.

"Hermione" he whispered "why so jumpy?" It was the Head Master, but something didn't seem right.

"Head Master" I choked out "are you alright, you don't seem yourself." I backed away from him another step but he moved towards me and the distance closed.

It was then that I noticed he was wearing a silk dressing gown which was open down the front. God, how ghastly, he was naked underneath it. I quickly averted my eyes, maybe it was like my Grand-dad who used to like mowing the lawn in the nudie at night.

My back was now against the door and I tried to open it with my left hand whilst still holding my wand with my right and maintaining eye contact with Dumbledore. I was shaking all over and scared wondering if he was under the Imperius curse.

"Come along child, sit on the bed with me" he said as he stroked his beard "It's been a long day and I want your company."

All I could make was a mumbled "No" repeatedly as I fumbled with the door knob. He came closer to me and reached out with his withered old hand and grasped my breast and squeezed.

I panicked and pushed him away at this point and I heard him stumble as hit some furniture. Turning towards the door I continued to pull at it with both my hands.

"Petrificus Totalis" he wheezed out loud and I froze to the spot grasping the door knob with both hands. I didn't fall down as I was gripping so hard I adhered to the door.

It was then that my worst fears were manifested – Dumbledore's hands started to rub up and down my body and he unzipped my jeans dipping his hand inside and into my panties. The other hand went up my top and started to rub at my breast. If I could have screamed I would have and loudly as he then started to kiss my ears and neck moaning my name.

"Hermione, my goddess" he moaned "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you 7 years ago."

I was more than helpless but luckily the effects of the spell were short. After 2 minutes I felt myself start to unfreeze but stayed still hoping to be able to escape him.

Dumbledore rubbed his front, and from the feel of it his genitals, up against my back and he started to pant with excitement as his finger rubbed down into my panties further. All I wanted to do was vomit but I held still until I felt the spell totally wear off.

I pushed back hard against him and was rewarded with the sound of him falling down with a crash.

"Hermione" he wheezed but all I thought about was escaping.

"Alohomora" I pointed my wand and shouted at the door which quickly flung itself open.

I ducked out the door as I heard him regain his feet and a shouted "Obliviate" whizzed past my head as I did so.

I stumbled into the main office and leapt down the small flight of steps tripping as another spell missed my body - rolling over I shot a loud "Expelliarmus" at my pursuer knocking him down. Quickly I got to my feet and ran down the steps and out the exit in a panic. I didn't know where to go but knew I had to get out of the castle and away from Hogwarts.


I made it back to my room and grabbed a duffle bag out of my closet and started to stuff in whatever I could grab including my money bag and advanced spell book. Hearing a noise behind me I spun around and fired off the first spell that came to mind "Incarcerous" ropes flung from my wand towards the intruder.

He ducked, luckily, as it was Draco Malfoy. "Fuck Granger what's your damage" he screamed at me.

I was obviously panicked as my clothes were askew, my hair wild and my breathing rapid. "I have to escape the castle" I managed to wheeze out "Dumbledore" I started to cry as my legs buckled and I fell down onto the floor into a tangled heap.

"Shit" Draco said and he locked the door with a strong locking charm. He quickly went into my bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush and paste, shampoo and conditioner and brush. Running over to my bed he stuffed it all into my bag and fell onto the floor with me. "Come on girl, hold on" he shook me "I'll save you."

All I could do was look at him with tears pouring down my grubby face. Draco shoved my bag into my lap and dug out a talisman that was on a chain around his neck "Trust me" he demanded in a breaking voice staring into my tear-filled eyes.

"Yes" I managed to whisper before he gripped my hand, rubbed the talisman and said "There's no place like home."