Revealations
After Ginny had raped him a second time, Harry was too dispirited to think about fighting anymore. Ginny eventually fell into a drunken slumber, snuggling right up to him, her warm breath tickling his ear.
He must have dropped off despite himself, for when he came to his senses, the first faint streaks of dawn lit the sky and Ginny was gone. He found that he could move again. She must at least have lifted the curse.
Harry was not keen on bathing as a rule, but now he just wanted to scrub the unclean feelings away, so he hastened to the Room of Requirement, which helpfully became a bathroom even more magnificent than the prefect's bathroom. He scrubbed himself and scrubbed and scrubbed... but he still felt unclean. He felt dirty and ashamed, like he had somehow brought it on himself.
He felt that no one could help him and yet he still wanted comfort and the only sensible and caring person he could think of was Hermione. He dashed into the Great Hall as fast as he could, hoping Ginny would not be there and taking care not to meet anyone's eye. Hermione looked up as he approached and caught his eye. Her chocolate brown eyes widened as she sensed his unease. She stood up and led him from the hall and into the shelter of the school fruit orchard.
Harry knew he could always confide in Hermione, but he felt too ashamed. "I-I'm in trouble, Hermione," he said. "This is bigger than usual. Normally I get away with things, but now I can't even talk about it."
Hermione gazed at him, her soft eyes brimming with concern. "Look at me Harry," she said. "I have already studied Legilmency in my spare time."
Harry looked into her soft, shimmering eyes and they clasped hands. Those brown eyes filled his entire vision and he felt a sense of wellbeing replace his hurt...
Hermione released his hands, her eyes shining with tears. "Oh Harry, this is awful!" she said, beginning to cry. "How could Ginny have..." They hugged one another in the shelter of the bushes. Harry could not face the rest of the school anyway. Eventually Hermione whispered to him - "I have received a scholarship to go to Beauxbatons Harry, but I wouldn't go unless you went with me. You are the Boy Who Lived and even though the stupid Ministry is always having a go at you with their sleazy propaganda tool, the Daily Prophet, Madame Maxime was impressed by your heroism throughout the Triwizard Tournament and has accepted you on the same terms. Hagrid spoke very highly indeed to her about you, so that helped. Now we can both leave this dump and get a proper education. Free of the Weasleys and of Umbridge."
Harry felt such an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude that he could not speak, but just hugged his best friend fiercely. They had to go into Gryffindor Common Room one last time to pack their things however, and when they got there, the twins and Ginny were waiting for them.
