Someone told me I should write a Hermione/Greg Goyle, so here it is.

It started out as a simple tutoring session.

Professor Snape asked me—unwillingly I might add—to tutor one of his students, Gregory Goyle. I thought 'sure, I'm getting paid, so why not?'

We were in the library, studying potions.

"Gregory? What is one of the ingredients of the Polyjuice Potion?" I found this sort of ironic. Harry—or was it Ron—had posed as him using the Polyjuice Potion our second year.

"Lacewing flies?" he grunted, gnawing on the end of his quill, like a dog with a bone.

I smiled. "Very good!" I reached over and pulled the quill from his mouth.

"Your going to ruin your quill." I said. He just shrugged.

"You know Gregory, you've answered all the question I've asked right, why do you think you need tutoring?" I asked. He just shrugged again, his eyes skirting around the room, never staying on one thing for too long.

He reminded me of a nervous animal, trying to find an escape.

"Greg?" I asked cautiously, laying my hand on his forearm.

He jerked his arm back to suddenly, his hand whacked the table.

"Don't touch me!" he yelled. "I'm a monster!" he bellowed like a wounded bull. He pushed back his chair so fast, it toppled over.

"Greg, you're not a monster! Whatever made you think that?" I asked him, stunned.

He walked up to me. He was standing so close our noses were almost touching.

"I've murdered innocent people, just because he told me to"

I didn't need to ask who he was. He looked so scared, like a little child that I didn't think before I reached out and caressed his cheek.

"Greg, you didn't enjoy killing them, did you?" He shook his head jerkily.

"You put them out of their misery. If you hadn't killed them, what would have happened to them?"

"They would have been tortured." he said.

"Then you helped those poor people." I replied.

"I don't know what to do!" he growled. "I can't back out, he'll kill me!" He was shaking badly now.

"Go to Dumbledore!" I urged. "He can help you!"

He looked up at me with his blue eyes shining with unshed tears. "Really? He can help me?"

I nodded. "I can even go with you if you'd like."

He smiled tentatively. "I'd like that."

"What about your other friends? Do they need help too?" I asked.

He nodded. "Blaise and Theo don't want to hurt people. I think it's too late for Draco and Vincent."

I frowned thinking about all of the kids in this school forced to deal with things no adult should have to deal with.

"He can help you Greg, he can help all of you."

He shook his head dejectedly. "He can't help Vincent. He enjoys hurting people."

I grimaced.

"He tortured, raped and kill a nine year old girl! A nine year old! That's the same age as my little sister!" He told me.

"Greg, I'm so sorry." I replied, not knowing what to say.

"He told me the next time he saw you on your own he was going to do the same to you." He told me, frowning.

"Greg, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." I told him.

"I won't let him hurt you, or anyone anymore! I'll kill him before I let that happen!"

"That won't solve anything Greg. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." I told him.

He blinked at him. "After all these tutoring sessions, I've learned about you Hermione. Who you really are, and I've come to care for you."

He reached forward with a large hand and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my hair. His hand lingered, tracing my jaw line, down to my neck. I shivered. He leaned in close and with more tenderness than I thought he possibly possessed, kissed me.

He drew back and looked stricken with what he had done. I smiled at him, kissed him hard, and led him to a deeper part of the library.

Needless to say, we both got a tutoring lesson that day.

Thanks for reading!