Hey peeps! Sorry, I forgot to add a disclaimer back there. I, TwistedAsTheDickens own nothing Harry Potter and except a few DVDs.


Draco Malfoy returned to the Common Room he and the suddenly mysterious mudblood shared. Their spat earlier had revealed something to both of them and now Draco was more curious than ever to know her secret, She knows mine, why the hell shouldn't I know hers? He sneered to himself.

He was just climbing the stairs when he heard the echoes of a woman sobbing coming from upstairs. He stopped to listen for a moment to determine exactly where it was coming from. He eventually heard the pounding of water on porcelain and decided she must be in the bathroom. Perfect, she always takes hour long showers, and now I'll be able to snoop in her room like she snooped in mine. He smirked at his truly devilish plan as he ascended the stairs into her room.

He expected to find it adorned in girly shit like Pansy's part of her dorm had been. But instead he found it in ruins, things were messy, and despite the red and gold paint and room dressings it looked like a cave of depression. Things were lying smashed against the floor, some of the sharper edges of those smashed objects were bloody, and finally when Draco made it around her bedside he almost threw up.

Her sheets had a good deal of blood on them and well as the floor where bloody knife lay. As he continued to snoop something caught his eye. No way, no fucking way, he thought as he turned in the direction of her wardrobe. The door was ajar and through the tiny crack you could see a shimmering liquid in a stone basin.

This should give me a clue, he thought as he dived into the memory.

When he landed, he unfortunately landed right on his bum. He began to look around and deduced that he was in some muggle motel from the looks of the room. It had rotting wooden floors, a musty bed, one of those phelly-tones, and a large box with moving pictures that the muggle in the room kept hitting whenever the picture got fuzzy.

Then there was screaming. Draco's head whirled around at breakneck speed to find its source. He soon heard stomping, hitting and another person yelling, "Shut up, bitch!" soon after that, the door swung open on two of the three hinges and a large, beefy, greasy man entered with a struggling girl in his arms.

"Let go of me!" she screamed.

"As you wish," he whispered menacingly in her ear before literally throwing her on the moth eaten bed. The other man ignored them while sipping some liquid out of a can labeled 'beer'.

Draco turned his horrified gaze back to Hermione, she was groaning in pain on the bed while clutching her head. She tried to get up but the man saw this and threw a full can of 'beer' (whatever that is) at her. It hit her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her and leaving her breathless. But for some reason, even though she knew it would result in more pain, she tried to get up again.

"Oi, Greg, looks like we got ourselves a fighter here." the other man, now known as Greg, merely grunted and continued to watch the box.

"Well," he looked at her, a strange fire in his eyes, "the fighters are always more fun." he teased. Then before you could bat an eyelash he was on top of her, Hermione tried to fight but his large figure pinned her down easily. He bound her wrists, then ankles to the bed posts. He ripped her clothes from her body and took his off also; he got back on top and reached for something on the table. It was shiny; part of it was round and cylindrical and the other resembled a handle. He did something with it so it made a funny clicking noise and press it against Hermione's skull.

"No!" she screamed. He hit her squarely across the jaw. Then blackness, the memory seemed to end, but then he thought the worst she was killed with that object, but still he waited. He was relieved when she awoke, but not so when he saw that she was naked on the bed, hands and feet still bound; the rapist was across the room, asleep with the picture box turned on loud, and the man called Greg was nowhere to be seen.

Hermione decided that if she was going to escape than she'd better do it now. It took her several minutes and much pain, but Hermione got her hands free of the bounds. She then untied her feet and removed her self from the bed. She picked up her clothing to find it in tatters.

The beefy man gave a waking snort and started to stir. Hermione's eyes bugged out of her head and she backed up in fear as he rose out of the chair and saw her. "Whatchoo think you doing!" he sounded angry and drunk, or hung-over. "Get back on the bed you feckin' whore!" he bellowed.

At the last syllable of the word 'whore' a fire lit up in her eyes that Draco had only seen once, when she had slapped him. Does she consider me the same as him? He pondered some what ashamedly.

Hermione's fire didn't die out when he started to advance, she looked to the table and saw the gun, and she knew it was already cocked so she picked it up, aimed, and fired. The bullet pierced the man's head and he fell to the ground dead.

Flash forwards news reporters were everywhere. Flash Hermione in a hospital bed in something called the ICU. Flash Hermione in court getting off on self defense. Flash Hermione sobbing uncontrollably in her mother's arms while a white stick with a pink end lies on the counter next to a timer. Flash Hermione speaking with Dumbledore as he hands her a time turner. Flash Hermione falling down a flight of stairs. Flash what appears to be a very pregnant Hermione waddling when it appears that she pees her pants before doubling over in contractions. Flash Hermione screaming while her mum holds her hand and she gives birth. Flash she's holding a boy in a bundle of blue blankets and telling someone he's to be name Adrian Gabriel Granger.

Then he found him self back in Hermione's room. She was sitting on her bloodstained bed staring intently at him as he appeared.

"Seen enough?"

"I-I," he stuttered.

"Yeah, now you know, and now I know; now get out," she pointed a shaking finger at the door. And when he didn't move she yelled it, "Get out!" she screeched. He didn't budge; he was too shocked to move. "GET OUT!" she screamed as she stomped over to him and hit him hard on the chest, the same fire in her eyes he had seen in the memory.

His feet finally seemed to find life and walked cautiously out of her bedroom, the images he had just seen haunting his mind and burned into his corneas.