As soon as Hermione passed out Ryan sobered up out shocked at what he had done, he was known to do some wild things while he was high, but he had never gone as far as to rape or even hurt anyone he cared for. He felt horrible, but he didn't know what to do. He didn't really love her; his friends' bet him that someone who was that prude would never sleep with him. He was always up for a challenge; he bet them right away they he could make her commit to him and sleep with him in 30days.
Unfortunately for him he actually started to care for her and loved her like a sister. She loved him more then a brother so he continued with the charade. He swore that he would get her to sleep with him in 30days, willingly of course, and he almost did that had he not have been so fucked up.
"Shit" he swore to himself when he saw that she was bleeding. He needed to get her to some help right away, but he couldn't bring her to the hospital; that would be stupid and he isn't that fucked up to think that's a good idea. Ryan decided to bring her to who caused all this mess, his friend, he'll know what to do. His friend seemed to know Hermione, so he assumed that she knew him and they would be friends.
"It's not my fault, it's not my fault." He repeated while he passed. Now that he knew where to take her he needed to find a form of transportation. He's not going to bloody well use his car she's to bloody. Through the drug-induced haze that he was in he vaguely remembered his friend had told him a way to get in contact if something had gone wrong with Hermione. It was something about a fireplace, dust, and shouting some name. "Oh Yea!" he remembered now. He picked Hermione, some floo powder, stepped in the fireplace and shouted.
"Secret Harbor!"