Chapter One:
It was nearing midnight and Hermione was sitting alone in the common room reading the 5th edition of the Hogwarts a History with admiration, but after about a couple of minutes she felt irratated. It has been a long tiring week and wanted to get out, she wanted to do something like, go bungy jumping or go ride a dragon. She really didn't know, but she knew she was bored of her bookwormish ways and she wanted change.
Tomorrow was October 31st and everyone was getting ready for the long awaited Halloween Dance. She wasnt sure if she was going to go to the damned dance, she really didnt see the point of going. Dances were useless, utterly useless. Besides she didnt have a date and of course it didnt bother her. Who needed a date when she had all her beautifully bounded books to read, she didnt need a date or go to the dance.
who was she kidding, she was lonely out of her butt. She never felt this alone before. she knew that she was being bitter about the dance and of course everyone liked dances. But how was it that she didnt have a date? It was so frustrating!
Harry and Ron for sure wouldnt understand, because every girl starting from London to China were lining up to meet the famous Harry Potter who is going to save the world from the evil smelly Voldermort.
What was even more stupid was that the Witches Weekly thought she and Ron were an item. Everyone who didnt know them personally thought that Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were an item.
He was too much of a brother for her to look at him like that... no matter what the papers said.. stupid paparazi. Harry was just Harry Potter.. she loved him too much to even look at him like that, he was a brother she never had.
With a sigh she knew if she didn't go find something to do soon, then she was going to drive herself insane.
She was too young to go to St. Mungos.
Without wasting any more of her precious time and with the remaindings of her sanity Hermione walked out of the common room. Not knowing what exactly she was looking for, Hermione Granger wandered the halls of Hogwarts aimlessly for about ten minutes before growing bored.
Once again to her surprise, no one was to be found, the halls were literally empty. Na-da. Zip. No one was around. Which was really strange since there were always at least one or more students passing by every twenty seconds. Not even a ghost ... or a teacher.. thinking not much of it after awhile she continued wtih her little mission. Find some entertainment.
With the consuming silence, once again Hermione Granger was lured back into her thoughts.
This was the thing with Hermione Jane Granger, whenever it got silent she had to find something to entertain herself with or else she drove herself mad. She overanalyized her life. This was why she loved reading, you never get tired of them and they are FUN! But surprisingly for today.. she did, she got tired of her books. Ron and Harry shoulve been here to witness the famous Hermione Granger get tired of READING.. anywho's...
So this was why Hermione Granger was out in the middle of the night going on a little adventure trying to find something to do.
(After like 36 minutes of wandering)
She slowly came out of her trance as the hallways turned into ice. The deeper she walked the colder it got and she was not sure if she was imaging this or not but it seemed to get darker as well. The lights were dimmed and there were paintings but they were quiet.. too quiet.. what was going on? With a hesitant glance she looked back to where she came from. The already dreadful silence was no longer just dreadful but eerie.
Deciding mission failed, Hermione slowly turned around wanting to be safe in her common room once more. But before she could take another step back to the safety of her room , someone or something pulled her back with force.…
" Hello Granger.."
What was going on?
Before Hermione Granger knew what was happening she fell against something warm and suprisingly hard.
whatever it was, it was very comfortable.
'How strange...
It's so comfortable.. hm..'
But soon remembering where she was and what was happening to her, the panic meter rose quickly as the arms around her tightened around her.
It also didn't help with the face that she felt him breathing on her neck.. sick bastard..
or what if he was a GIRL?
was she getting assulted by a woman?
OH MY GOSH SHE WAS GETTING ASSULTED BY A WOMAN?
A WOMAN!!
she had to do something..
She had to get out of here..
Her wand was in her room, so she couldn't pull off some crazy 'im going to beat the hell out of you hex' either...
Her arms were pinned down and her legs as well... so what now?
Times like these, she had to forget her wand..smart move Hermione...
since she had no wand and she couldn't move, there was only one thing to do now...
"HELP!! HELLP!! Bloody HELL.. let me the HELL GO you BASTARD. LET ME GO YOU BASTARD! HELP!! " with a strained voice she repeated the 'let me goes , helps, bastards' over and over and over again, not even thinking to look at the stranger in the face... and of course he wouldn't let her look either.
The whole time Hermione's attacker just stood watching as the petite girl in front of him screamed nonsense out of her butt.
If she turned around she would see the twinkling humor in his eyes.
He knew this would be fun.
Knowing well if he didn't leave soon, he would be in a lot of trouble.
There was a meeting today in the dungeons.
he had to end it now.
He knew if he did stay longer.. he would lose all control from laughing at her pathetic excuse of escape..
Knowing our dear Hermione wont be stopping her screamings anytime soon, he pulled out his wand to silence her. Keeping a steady grip on her, he pushed her onto the floor. Enough force to keep her down… with a painful yelp she fell and stayed that way from the pain .
"Silencio! Don't worry about it love.. it will wear off in a couple of minutes……" smugly he turned toward her again and shoved her head back to the floor and whispered.."oh by the way love, ill be looking for you tomorrow at the ball my little mudblood so look pretty for me puppet."
With another invisible smirk he vanished into the thin air with a loud pop leaving her all alone in the icy hallways.
After realizing he was gone she got pissed 'Who the bloody hell was that? He nearly gave her a freaking heart attack! no.. he DID give her a heart attack...' and even though she knew he couldn't hear her she screamed out
"BASTARDDD!!"
Realizing he wouldn't be coming back soon and the temperature of the hallways were going down... without a second thought, Hermione Granger limped back to her common rooms.
Once she reached the Gryffindor Towers, relief and security came flooding back to her body and at the same time.. she failed to notice that no body was in the common rooms either..
everyone were missing?
Reaching her room within seconds she sat down next to her window and thought about the day like she usually did.
She usually got over shocks quickly because she learned to not let things fowl up her mood much. That was the only way she would be able to stay sane after all the crap she's been through and will go through.
She couldn't let petty things like these get to her or else she would go insane. Literally insane. Try being Happy Potter and Ron Whiney pant's friends for the last six years. She loved them so much but sometimes... You had to find a way to ignore certain things and let some things go.
Though today's incident as pretty shocking and very unexpected as it was, but it wasn't as bad, compared to what was to come.. right?
Dang what is up with all these questions today? Dammit.. She loved asking questions but today it was getting a bit annoying..
But out of nowhere the Sick Bastard's last comment started to slowly creep into her mind, "Ill be looking blah blah blah… mudblood.."
Suddenly Hermione Granger's eyes inflated into two little ping-pong balls as the term 'mudblood' echoed over and over in her head, forgetting everything else he said.
Oh how she hated that word. Being exposed to it for the last six years did nothing to ease the anger she felt when someone brought up that unspeakable.
'Mudblood..'
Mudblood..
Mudblood..
'Freaking illiterate pompous ass wipe. Fartface.. Augh..'
Only illiterate pompous ass wipes said the word mudblood.. because they were illiterate pompous ass wipes!
Where was a book when she needed it?
Usually books calmed her down but...
could a book really help her right now..
She didn't think so..
Not wanting to ruin her mood anymore since tomorrow was the Ball and she needed to get some sleep. Hermione Granger decided to just let it go.
'Some sick dimwitted pureblood was probably just playing tricks on the mudblood trying to scare her.. Thats it just trying to scare her.
playing tricks on the little mudblood… you'll see whose little you farthead.. and she swore to herself that if she ever found out who it was… Oooh.. she was going to get him!'
Exactly!
She was over it..
No problem.. Na-da..
It was so last minute's news……
I Hermione Granger is over it...
His words did not affect her.. she didn't even know who it was.. right.. so his words have no affect...
"OH MY GOSH !! HE CALLED ME A DAMN MUDBLOOD!! "
Fuming at the mouth, she finally quieted down as she remembered to do her breathing exercises whenever she felt like she was getting out of control... which was now...
but after about another ten minutes of more screaming and ranting inside her head, she calmed down.. finally.. foreals this time.
Exhausted from her little episode from the slytherin corridors and all the ranting she did in her head.. she decided to walk back to her bed and as soon as she reached it,
she knocked out.
'Ill be looking for you ... Granger.'
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