Checking my watch I gave my biggest sigh of the night has I had one more hour left on my round of the castle. I felt so tired. As I made my way past one of the classrooms I heard a scream fill the corridor. For a second I stood frozen to the spot then I slowly opened the door. I am hardly ever shocked but the sight before me gave me the biggest shock of my life.

Ron had just slapped Hermione and was now forcing her down on the desk, tearing he skirt right up to the waist band, her shirt had already been torn off. Her screams filled the room has she begged him to stop. It took me a few minuet for what I was seeing to sink in the anger boiled in my blood. I jumped forward and grabbed the weasel, pulling him off of Granger and punching him once, twice, three times then I whispered violently,

"If you ever touch her or any other girl in any way shape or form I will kill you. You know from experience I will."

I pushed him out of the classroom and watched as he ran away down the corridor and around a corner.

Breathing out I turned around to see an empty room but I know she was still there has I could hear quiet sobs. I followed the sound to the back corner of the classroom, where she was curled up crying into her knees. She had no shirt on just her bra and her skirt, well, she may as well be not wearing one because there wasn't much left. I slid my robe off and draped it around her best I could. I had no idea what to do. After a few minuets I settled for trying to get through to her so I whispered,

"Granger." Nothing. "Granger." I whispered louder but still nothing. "Hermione look at me."

She turned her head and looked at me. Tears stained her face and another sob escaped her mouth. Blood dripped from her lip and her head. We looked into each other eyes for a few minuets, I had no idea what to do, then suddenly her arms flew around my neck and she buried her head in my neck. My arms slowly wrapped around her. After five minuets a thought crossed my mind, I knew we couldn't stay here and I knew she wouldn't want to go to her common room which, left one place. I slid one off my hands under her knees and lifted her bridle style and set off out of the classroom to the Room Of Requirements.

Once in the room I sat Hermione on the bed and inspected her cuts a bit more. Nether were deep, just little cuts. She had his hand print turning a light shade of gray with bits of purple showing through. I pulled out my wand and she flinched a little.

"It's ok. Just going to heal your cut's."

She gave a slight nod and I said the spell. Again she flinched a little from the tiny pang of pain the spell causes you to feel has the wound heals. Like going back in time. She pulled my robe further around herself and gave a slight shiver so I helped her under the covers of the bed and told her I should be getting back to my dorm. Has I set off towards the door she grabbed my wrist.

"Stay. Don't leave me alone."

I looked down at her for a few moments. What should I do? I didn't want to stay but at the same time I did. This was all too much for me but her eyes were practically begging for me to stay. They were sad and full of fear. I suppose she had been thought a lot more than me tonight therefore, it would be a lot more for her to handle. Especially alone. Slowly, I sank down onto the bed and sat straight legged, sat up straight against the head board. Granger, or Hermione, wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my thigh. This was quit close, bit too close, but I suppose she needs someone, maybe she would rather Ginny or Potty.

"Granger, I could get someone else for you. Potty, Ginny."

"No. Ginny is his sister and Harry his best friend. They can't know, I can't foil there memories of him."

"You may not but I can."

"No, just stay."

I quit arguing and just sat there planning what I was going to do to the weasel, who's lived up to his name, the next time I see him. Granger slid into a deep, deep sleep just moments after our conversation, I couldn't understand why she didn't want to shun the man who tried to…well who tried to do what he did to her. Then again I am a man, men are not allowed to understand women and how they work. It's against the woman's law of been a woman I suppose. It's stupid. If it was me I would hang him upside down, in front of the whole school, by his dick until…I don't know, until I was satisfied he had suffered enough. I may have been a death eater but I would never do anything like that to a girl, weather woman or mudblood, even if I was ordered to by Voldermort. I mean we were low but not that low, ok maybe some of us were, but only a small majority. He was a disgusting, sorry excuse of a pure blood. I had no idea him of all people, one of the golden trio, the idiot who help potter defeat us death eaters, could turn out to be like us. Vile, selfish, prick.

I ranted on and on about this night and about weasel almost all night, until eventually I felt to sleep. Granger seemed to sleep fine. Every now and again she would dig her nails into my flesh and her face would scrunch up as if she had seen something, or remembered something, awful. For some reason when I first saw her so thing I wrapped my arms around her. My protective manly instincts taking over and what a man I am.