Trapped in the arms of Crabbe and Goyle, Hermione watched with wide eyes as Braise Zabini smiled menacingly down at her.

"Hello mudblood, out all alone in the library and at midnight at that, oooh naughty naughty." Zabini took another step closer to her, leaning in towards her face. "Can you imagine my surprise, here I am out patrolling and suddenly I find a student out of bed, and not just any student, You. What were you doing out past curfew? Sneaking into the restricted section, you could be expelled for that. I wonder what your head of house would think of this. Perfect goodie-two-shoes Granger breaking the rules."

Hermione could only glare back at him, unable to answer due to the silencing charm he had thrown at her before she had even seen them coming. She wanted to scream and tell him Professor MacGonagall would be skeptical of that story since Crabbe and Goyle were there too, but she couldn't let her know that she had been in the restricted section.

She tried to reach for her wand but Crabbe's grip on her right arm was going to cause bruises. She kicked her leg out and tugged her arms as hard as she could but no matter how much she struggled she could do nothing.

"Doesn't matter i suppose." He wasn't looking into her eyes anymore, and instead had begun to twist a stray curl that had come loose from her plait. "?" Blaise nodded towards the large boys cuing Crabbe to cast a confundus, she went limp in their arms.

Her head was pounding and vision slightly blurred as she attempted to push herself up of the cold ground leaning back on her elbows. She wasn't in the library anymore, there were no candles lit but she could make out some green furniture and the sound of water rushing in the darkness of the room. The tapestries of silver snakes on the walls told her she must be in the Slytherin Common Room. Allowing herself some time for her strength to come back she lifted herself into the sitting position.

"Ah, it's good to see you're awake," a voice whispered close behind her, Hermione spun around grabbing at her waist for her wand. "oh no, looking for this?" Zabini, squatting, swung her wand back and forth in front of her, smiling wide. She readied herself to lunge for it when he stood up and grasped the ends of it in tight fists "Uh uh uh" he tsk'd in a hushed tone "wouldn't want anything to happen to this now would you?" He began to lightly bend the wand, testing its durability. Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She watched on not daring to move so as to not provoke him. "Good... Now, you're going to play a little game and if you don't play along..." He let his sentence trail off letting her work out the implication. He handed the wand over to Crabbe, who chuckled flicking it around and pointed it at Goyle. "Stop fucking around, Crabbe...or I'll hex your balls off." Crabbe's smile fell as he shoved Hermione's wand into his pocket.

Blaise dropped down close to her, reaching out his hand towards her face, gently stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. His calm face twisted into a cruel grin and his hand was suddenly squeezing her face roughly.

"We have to be quiet, don't want to wake anyone up now do we?" Her mouth moved to curse him but no sound came out. He didn't acknowledge it. His other hand had been slowly creeping to her thigh, now tugging at her shirt buttons. "Crabbe, you're on look out, Goyle, hold her down." Her wands safety was the least of her worries right now. She'd rather a broken wand than what they were about to do.

Hermione kicked him away with all the strength she could muster and was on her feet rushing for the portrait door, she heard Zabini groan and curse, then her body froze up, hit in the back by an immobility spell, she began to teeter backwards only to be caught by Goyle, he grabbed either side of her and pick her up, holding her at arms length. She would have been glaring at him if she were able to turn to face him.

"Now it wouldn't be fun if we didn't get to see you squirm now would it, eh Goyle? Put her on the lounge." Goyle made no indication he was even listening to Zabini, he just looked at the floor, then slowly he began to walk her over to the lounge in the corner of the common room. He laid her down, then pushed lightly on her shoulders. Zabini flicked his wand, silently casting the counter curse allowing movement back to her body. She knew there wasn't a way to kick her way out of this, this time. She didn't have her wand and her shoulders were being held down by one of the biggest boys at Hogwarts, though that didn't stop her from trying to struggle free. Pushing off the other end of the lounge, arching her back, grabbing at his wrists trying to budge them even a little. Nothing she did seemed to make any difference.

She looked up at him, he frowned and looked away. She blinked a tear from her eye and felt it race down the side of her cheek towards her ear. "Aw, don't cry, we haven't even started yet" Blaise's trousers were already open slightly and Hermione found herself breaking out into a cold sweat, he took off his school jumper, tossing it to the side as he crawled over her on the lounge. He had quickly positioned himself between her legs, leaving her no room to kick him away.

Her breathing was rapid, heart hammering in her chest. Her movements became even more erratic. Her eyes shut tight, she could feel his hands working on her shirt buttons. Silent hiccups bubbled out of her. She kicked out her legs again ferociously with all the strength she had left clumsily bumping Zabini in the side. He had nearly finished with the buttons but being jostled around was starting to piss him off. "That's starting to get annoying Granger." He said flicking his wand. He legs felt as though they had liquified.

Jelly-legs jinx.

Escaping was seemingly impossible. Her tears pouring down the sides of her face, her knuckles white from her desperate attempts at releasing herself from Goyle's hold. She screamed and pleaded to be let go, but not a single person could hear her. Zabini's mouth assaulted her neck and his hands dragged down her body, she felt sick.

"Hey! Blaise!" Crabbe's voice echoed on through the Common Room.

"Quiet. What is it?" Blaise forced himself to keep his voice low.

"Someone's coming..." Blaise was off her in an instant and had rebuttoned his pants.

"Take her somewhere" His growled, frustrated. Goyle rushed around to her side, scooping her up making sure not to get in the way of her arms should she choose to punch him the second he got close enough. He moved as fast as his legs could carry him up the stairs and to through the third door on his right. Five beds lay empty in the room. The 17 year old hesitated for a second before choosing the second last bed. Sitting her down but still holding her still.

Hermione steadied her breathing and looked around the room, in the event that he let her go for even a second she wanted a plan. The bed she was on must have been Goyle's due to it being an unmade mess, though that could easily be Crabbe's as well. She heard muffled voices who she assumed to be Zabini and whoever had just turned up, unintentionally saving her.

She could make out some words here and there 'Nott's suppose to be patrolling and I...','we were going to…', 'in the kitchen...', 'forgot my...', 'wanna come?' 'no thanks Malfoy'.

Malfoy! She thought

Malfoy and who she guessed was Theodore Nott had just come back from the kitchen for something they had forgotten. This explained the five empty beds, all five boys were up and wandering the castle as they pleased, and now she was stuck in enemy territory unable to scream for help, unable to walk and with no wand to defend herself.

She spotted a broom leaning on the bedside table by the bed and a few Quidditch magazines. She could ride that broom to safety, even though she wasn't steady on a broom and it was completely against the rules to fly indoors. She was wollongong break the rules for her freedom. Even so, it was too far out of reach unless she could distract Goyle first or knock him out. There didn't seem to be anything solid enough she could pick up to knock Goyle unconscious, if given the chance she may just have to take a dive past him and hope she also avoided Zabini, Crabbe, Malfoy and Nott while hurtling through to air on a broom she's never ridden before. She eyed her captor watching as he tried to look everywhere but at her, he failed his eyes flicking up to look at her scowling face.

Finally he turned to face her fully, swallowed and whispered "Sorry, Granger."

Using his large thumb he wiped the tear stain from her face before looking down and away again. Hermione stared in disbelief at the Slytherin, she'd known him for seven years now and not once had he ever even spoken to her. The conversation down stairs had come to an end when his grip on her tightened suddenly. His brow furrowed and he seemed to be in deep thought. His head snapped back up and he pulled her off the bed, and laid her on the floor motioning for her to get under the bed. The broom was close enough to grab now. This could be her chance to escape but with Zabini lurking around she really doubted she'd get far at all, hiding was her best option and so she awkwardly dragged herself under the bed and out of sight.

Squished underneath the bed next to a stray sock and a pair of trousers she watched what she could of Goyle from the thin crack between the bed skirt and the floor. He was sitting down on the floor against the bedside table, he then began to lean forward, count back from 3 and then threw himself backwards crashing into it sending it toppling over with the broom, drawers spilling out their content and magazine scattered along the ground. Hermione jumped at the sound.

'What is he doing?' She thought. Not long after she heard someone rush up the stairs and looked on as the door flew open.

"What the fuck happened here?" She heard Zabini hiss, a second set of heavier footsteps rushed up behind him.

"Granger, she got my wand. She ran off." Goyle groaned rubbing his sore head.

"Shit, shit... Where'd she go?"

"I dunno... Threw a hex at me, fixed her legs then left."

"She got you good hahah" She heard Crabbe laugh.

"Shut up Crabbe you idiot, we don't have much time people are going to wake up because of all this commotion... what are you doing standing around? Go look for her she can't be far now. I swear you two can't do anything right. Get up Goyle!" She could almost feel Zabini's anger as he stormed of to look for her. With Crabbe and Zabini gone Goyle pushed himself of the floor and closed the bedroom door. She took this as a sign she could come out and crawled her way out from under the bed. She was quickly lifted from the ground by her arms and placed back on the bed. Goyle began pulling off her Gryffindor robes making her heart sink but then he shoved it into the trunk at the end of the bed and pulled out a Slytherin set as well as a scarf. He threw the over-sized robes over her shoulders and wrapped the scarf around her neck. He stood there bent slightly so as to be eye level with her, looking her over with a frown, his eyes widened slightly when he realised her shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit, before she even realised what had caused this reaction he was buttoning the shirt up then gave her a quick nod. He placed a finger to his lips.

"You've gotta stay quiet, got that?" her brow knitted together but was still unable to say anything due to the spell. "oh...urh right... Sorry, I forgot about that."

Now he just had to get her out of here and to the safety of her dorm.