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Hermione threw her bag onto her bed when she returned to her dorm, and lay back next to it. She felt confused, and the worst part was she wasn't even sure what she was confused about. She had always been intelligent so it came as no real shock that she was studying far above her level, but then why was she confused? She hated not knowing what was happening, but decided that she should just move on and forget about whatever it was. 'Bloody, bloody Snape' she thought to herself. Sighing, she sat up on her bed, and decided to head to the Halloween feast. She found a black ribbon and tied it around her hair to keep it out of her face, and walked down to the great hall. It was quiet in the corridors as most people were already in the great hall, and Hermione found herself smiling gently. She had always enjoyed the quiet, and there was something about walking through Hogwarts that she found peaceful.

"Not dawdling I hope Miss Granger," said Professor McGonagall, appearing out of seemingly nowhere and making Hermione jump.

"No Professor," replied Hermione, "I was just lost in thought." As they were both going to the meal, they decided to walk together silently to the great hall. The feast had just started when they arrived, and quite a few people looked up at them as they arrived. Eyes down, Hermione bee-lined to the Griffindor table and promptly sat between Harry and Ginny, where Ginny instantly struck up conversation.

Albus Dumbledore suppressed a chuckle as he looked across the staff table and watched his potions teacher. Severus Snape. He almost didn't seem to notice, but every few minutes he would look across at the Griffindor table, at what appeared to be Miss Granger. He was used to seeing Severus look over like this, but it was normally with a look of complete hatred, and aimed at Harry, but this look was different. He couldn't place it, but something about this look seemed familiar, like he had seen it before. 'It couldn't be admiration, surely' he thought to himself. Severus didn't admire any of his students, even Miss Granger who had always shone above every other student that he had seen pass through the school.

Down on the Griffindor, Hermione was having a wonderful time. She had managed to ignore the large stack of homework sitting on the chest at the end of her bed, and was in a heated discussion with Ron about the rights of house elves. How ignorant he could be, why should they not have rights like everyone else? Annoyingly his only argument really seemed to be that they enjoyed what they did, but Dobby was happier now that he was free, even if he did wear a strange assortment of clothes. Eventually they had all finished eating and people were beginning to retire to their beds. Harry and Ginny had quietly disappeared a while earlier, probably to find some corridor to kiss in, taking advantage of the discussion Hermione and Ron had been locked in. Suppressing a large yawn, Hermione stood up to go up to her bed as well, which was really all she could think of by that time. It was easily eleven o' clock, and with it being a Friday and Halloween the students had been allowed to stay up until midnight, but she could barely keep her eyes open any longer. Ron stood up with her, so they left the great hall together.

"Hermy, could you just come and look at this thing before you go to bed?" Ron asked, being as wonderfully vague as usual. Hermione wrapped her cardigan around her more tightly, as a draft swirled through the corridor, nodded, and began to follow. He led her up to the second floor, and across to an empty classroom which was quite out of the way. He opened the door and walked in, leaving Hermione to shut it behind her. As she turned around from shutting the door, she suddenly found herself pinned against it by Ron, who leant against her and pinned his lips to hers. She tried to move away, but he was holding onto her too tightly.

"Ron, what the HELL do you think you are doing?" She screamed the second he surfaced for breath.

"Oh come on Hermy, I know you want this, you know you want this, why are you resisting? I've seen the way you look at me when you don't think I'm looking," he replied, and forced his mouth upon hers again. His tongue was forcing its way into her mouth, and he was leaning against her chest so she was struggling to breath. She tried to push him back, but he didn't like this, and he whirled her around and threw her onto the closest table. Hermione landed back against it, and a sharp pain shot through her head. She could taste something metallic in her mouth, but she didn't care, she just knew she had to get away. She tried to move but Ron pinned her down against it, and, using his wand, he tied her hands back next to her head. She was sobbing freely now, unable to move, unable to make a noise, she knew what was coming, and knew she had to wait it out, then run for help as soon as she could. How could she have been friends with this horrible boy for so long and not realise what he was capable of? He roughly pulled at the pink shirt she was wearing, pulling the buttons off in his haste to get it open, and then pulled her round breasts out of her bra, staring longingly and them. He lowered his head and began to suck and bite at her pink nipples, erect from the freezing cold of the room. Hermione tried to scream again, but it caught in her throat, and she just sobbed harder. He left her breasts, and stood up to pull open her trousers.

"NO!" Hermione screamed, and in a flash the door slammed open.

"Petrificus totalus," shouted Snape, aiming his wand at Ron, who instantly seized up and fell to the floor. Hermione gave a weak smile, her body went limp, and she passed out. Snape kicked Ron out of the way, and began to redress Hermione. He re-buttoned her trousers, and went to put her back in her bra. He did this carefully, making sure not to touch her in an inappropriate way, but his finger accidentally brushed against her pert nipple. He felt something move inside him which hadn't stirred in quite some time, but he ignored it. Now was not the time. He wrapped her shirt and cardigan around her, and lifted the tiny frame that was Hermione into his arms. For good measure he gave Ron another kick, and left the room. As he walked through the deserted corridor he felt a warm dampness seeping through into his chest. He realised that the back of Hermione's head was bleeding, and it was soaking through his robes. Snape quickened his pace and almost flew through the doors of the hospital wing. "Poppy," he called out, and he laid Hermione on the closest bed. Madame Pomfrey came running over in her night clothes, and immediately began to sort out Hermione as Snape explained what he had walked in on. It had been lucky that he was nearby to help. He had been taking a peaceful stroll through the castle to clear his head a bit when he had heard a quiet scream. Confused, he had headed towards the noise, and found quite a sight. Dumbledore arrived shortly after, and Snape explained everything again, and then settled down next to Hermione. There was an uproar in the castle then, suddenly everybody seemed to be up, and everyone seemed to know what had happened. Ron was being held in Dumbledore's office for questioning, and it seemed he would be heading straight to Azkaban, but Snape neither saw nor heard any of it. He sat by Hermione's side, and wouldn't leave for anything.