You're Not Worthy

Hermione Granger's Point of View

"Hermione, pass me that fork right there."

"Here," I handed Ron the fork. We sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. It was the morning meal where everyone talked, ate, and started their day just like any other. I was reading like I always do after I eat. Today I was starting a new book. One I've been meaning to read but couldn't since I got distracted with studies, the Ball committee and, of course, distracted with Ron. Him and I have been flirting unstop ever since him and Lavender ended. It's been quite amazing. I know he loved me, and I loved him very much back. We just never said anything yet.

"So how's committee?" Ron smiled at me.

"It's a bit boring, to say the least."

"That's because I'm not there with you," Ron smirked.

"I'm sure that's the reason," I touched his hand, smiling a bit wider when I realized he didn't pull away. Harry realized it too. He looked at me with a knowing smile. Harry knew about my feelings for Ron. He also knew about Ron's feelings for me. It was comforting to know Harry understood my situation.

"So you two going to the dance together?" a voice called from behind me. I turned to find Draco Malfoy smirking at me.

"Do you care?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"A bit. A pretty Mudblood like you can aim higher then a Weasley," he tried to touch my cheek but I caught his arm before it landed.

"Don't touch me!"

"I can't help myself."

"Rot in hell, Malfoy." I stood up and walked away. Ron followed me out.

"He's scum, Hermione," Ron said comforting me.

"I just hate how he calls me a Mudblood and then thinks he could score with me," I sobbed. Ron's arm wrapped around my shoulder.

"Well maybe going to the Ball will cheer you up," Ron said shyly.

"How is the Ball going to cheer me up?" I stopped in the hall and looked at him.

"Well I was hoping you could go with me…" he looked at his shoes. "I understand if you don't want to. It was just a thought."

"Of course I'll go with you, Ron. I wouldn't go with anyone else," I smiled as he met my gaze. Both of our faces matching the same light pink.

"Really?" Ron's hand gently grabbed mine. I nodded.

"Then I'll see you at the library in a few," Ron smiled.

"Alright," I started to walk away but then forgot something. "Oh, Ron!" He turned and looked at me. I hushed back over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks."

I waited for Ron to show up for our study session that we had every Monday in the library. Ron wasn't that good at any of his classes but that's one of the things I loved about him. He never knew much about anything. He just went on with his life, remembering all of the good. I always told him he should try to remember the important but he always said the moment he's in at that time is the only important thing that matters. I adored that.

"So, pretty Mudblood, I was hoping for a truce," Draco Malfoy smirked putting his hands on my shoulders as I sat alone in the library. I quickly smacked then away. I hated that git.

"Feisty are we? I like it."

"What do you want, Malfoy? I have some things to do."

"Like me?" he placed his hand over my chin, grasping it firmly. I tilted my head away but it was no use. Draco was too strong. He jerked it back so our eyes met.

"Let me go!" I screamed, pushing him back. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, pulling my sweater over my head. "Stop it!" It was too late. The sweater was at my feet. Draco's hands wondered everything on my chest. It gave me the shivers. "Get away from me!" I bellowed, slapping Draco in the face.

"Fighting will get you nowhere, Mudblood," he locked me against the table, kissing my neck.

Tears escaped my eyes as I sobbed loudly, hoping someone would hear me. It was no use. The library was always empty in the morning.

This couldn't be happening.

Just when I was giving up, just when Draco hand slid up my skirt, just when I was realizing what was happening to me…

"Get the hell off of her!"

Ron ran up to Draco and smashed him to the ground. My Ronald, saving me. "You're going to pay for that, Weasley!" Draco grabbed Ron's arms but Ron smashed him back to the ground as I cried even harder. With my luck, people started filing into the library, gasping and whispering. Some people ran for help. I sunk to the ground, crying my eyes out. It was terrible. This stuff shouldn't happen to me. I was Hermione Granger, for Witches sake! Draco kicked Ron over to a bookcase as he punch me across the face. "You bastard!" I heard Ron yell.

The people who went looking for help appeared again with teachers. Dumbledore emerged from behind the crowd. He grabbed Draco by his collar and practically dragged him away. The last thing I was the voice of a sweet redheaded boy as he touched my cheek.

Then I fell into a long, dark sleep.

"Hermione?"