The last two weeks of August went by rather fast, as there were a lot of things to do for pretty much everyone. George, for example, had to return to the shop and run the business while Fred would go on vacation with his long-term girlfriend Angelina. Hermione on the other hand, was busy with preparations for her stay at Hogwarts, as she would be Head Girl. She silently was very thankful for the opportunity to have a room all to herself. Once she would start to show a little belly, there would be lots of questions, and as long as she would be able to avoid them, she would do it. God, she hadn't even told Ginny, or her parents – and to be serious, she dreaded the moment she would have to. It wasn't as if anyone would angry… okay; scratch that, Ron would be furious, but the point was that she knew what their first reaction would be: disappointment. Mrs. Weasley had tried to pair her up with Ron for ages now, and the others might have hoped too that she would end up with him, but the truth was that she loved his elder brother and now she was having his child…

Hermione tried to calm down. There wasn't anything she could do but wait until Christmas. George and she had decided that it would be the most suiting moment to tell everyone.

The trio's and Ginny's departure went quite smooth, as they didn't have to hurry for once in their student lives – Mrs. Weasley had had a moment of annoyance with their packing habits and had charmed all their belongings to pack themselves. Everybody hugged, and fortunately for the two lovebirds, nobody noticed the sweet kiss which the redhead planted on Hermione's lips.

"I'll so miss you," he whispered while pretending to close her backpack with one hand, while the other rested lazily on her neck.

"I'll miss you too," she whispered back, slowly caressing his cheek while equally pretending to get some insect out of his eye – he was a great actor, with tears and all the stuff, "but it won't be long, I promise. Did you know that Head Students are allowed to invite people to their dorm?"

"No, are you really allowed to bring me there??" George's eyes had, for a moment, glazed over.

"No, I'm not, but if you don't tell anyone, I won't either."

With that, they parted. George winked for a last time at Hermione and then watched her and the whole lot apparate to Kings Cross. He knew that she would be fine – she was the smartest girl alive after all…

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Hermione let herself fall onto the burgundy couch in her new dorm. God, she couldn't see that color anymore. Yes, okay, she was a Gryffindor and all, but red and gold was a combination she had grown sick of. And hey, McGonagall had told her o feel free and redecorate if she wanted to. So she obliged. She opened her eyes lazily and waved her wand in a slight bored fashion, until she was happy with the result. Hermione looked around and had to admit that she was quite surprised of the effect that light blue had on he room. It wasn't light blue per se, the spell asked for the caster to think about the desired color very hard, and as George was he only thing she could think about at the moment, the room turned out to be painted in the color of his eyes.

God, how she already could miss that guy. Her day had been awful from the moment she had stepped on the train until the very moment she had finally been able to head to her new room. Yeah, the train episode had been awful…

"Hey Granger! Grangeeer!! Come on you slut! Turn around!"

Hermione turned only to look into the cold eyes of the enemy supreme. She frowned and returned her gaze to the passing compartments. She wasn't really planning on sharing one with that prick of Malfoy. From all those intelligent fuckers in that school, McGonagall had to pick that one. Had everybody forgotten what had happened the year before? Malfoy trying to do Dumbledore in? Didn't there ring a bell somewhere? But no, the former Head of Gryffindor had let common sense behind her when she had moved on to become Headmistress. She had told Hermione to give him a chance, that he had changed, yadah, yadah, yadah… bullshit! And now he was acting so…

"What do you want, Malfoy? Didn't Parkinson suck your dick enough so you have to turn to me? God, how pathetic…"

Huh, where had that come from? Hermione smiled. George had an awful influence on her.

But she hadn't counted with what came next. Malfoy pulled her into the nearest compartment and began to let his hands wander all over her. Hermione was so astonished, that she had quite the problem to move at first. When she finally came to her senses, she kicked his balls. Hard. It didn't help, though, because he became even angrier, and pined her down on the floor, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands surely not where they belonged. She kicked him again, and this time she sent him flying against the door and then slumping don like a doll. Hermione stood up, slowly wiping away the gloss which he had smeared all across her face. Kicking his balls again, she whispered,

"Serves you right," and left the compartment.

Hermione snorted. This just had been the start of a very long evening. Malfoy had let her alone the rest of the train ride, but when they got out, she could hear him retell the story – or at least his glorious part of the story – to some dumb Slytherins around him. He clearly had a great fantasy, because in his version she practically thanked him for trying to rape her. The fact that he spread rumors about her didn't bother her very much, the fact that her fellow Gryffindors seemed to believe it too was a bit nauseating, though. At least Ron and Harry had enough common sense to understand that she hadn't let herself being raped by Malfoy, but this could be also due to the fact that she had told them the whole story earlier. The boys hadn't trusted her too much lately. She had been sneaking around way too much while her stay at the Burrow.

The rest of the evening had been a disaster too, she had been late for the feast due to her stomach who didn't like the smell of pumpkin juice, and then the floor had turned out to be too slippery. Hermione rubbed her butt absentmindedly. God, that had hurt. She opened her eyes again and concluded it would be best just o go to sleep. Nothing, especially not Malfoy's attitude towards her, would change just with her thinking about it. The only thing she wanted right there, was to sleep. And that she did, completely forgetting to fold her clothes, she just jumped in her bed and drifted off to sleep. She even forgot to close the window…