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"Well . . . err . . . you see . . . I was just wondering..." Ron trailed off.

"Yes?" Hermione said testily.

"If you'd . . . err . . . go out with me?" Ron asked, staring determining at his feet. Hermione looked shocked. She opened her mouth then closed it again, unsure of what to say.

Luckily for her at that moment Ginny came running into the room, breathless and looking anxious. "Ron! You better come with me!" Ginny said trying to catch her breath.

"Why?" Ron asked, looking at her quizzically.

Ginny sighed. "Fred and George are snooping around in your bedroom and they said something about a new plan. And if I were you I'd get up there because whatever Fred and George are planning... " Ginny didn't need to finish her sentence. Anything Fred and George were planning couldn't be good.

Ron nodded. He leaned over and whispered to Hermione so only she could hear. "Let me know later, all right?" Hermione nodded, unable to talk. Her throat felt oddly coated with sand paper. What would Harry say about this? Ron followed Ginny out of the room.

Harry came out when he was sure they were out of earshot. He placed the same charm upon the door as last time. "So," Harry said, surveying her. "So, what are you going to say to Ron?"

"I don't know." Hermione whispered.

"You're going to tell him NO!" Harry told her forcefully as though shocked that wasn't the answer she was planning on.

Hermione was thinking fast. "Maybe . . ." She started.

Harry looked at her breathing heavy. "Well?" He asked, impatiently.

"Maybe, I should tell him I'll think about it." Hermione said, quickly wanting to get it over with.

"Why would you want to think about it? You're going to say NO!" Harry said his eyes flashing.

"I know Harry," Hermione said patiently. "But maybe I should wait because if I tell him no right away, he might suspect something's going on between us because you're never in your room and all."

Harry paused to think this over. Hermione, however, had other reasons to wait to refuse Ron. One, she might be able to find time alone with Ron once they got back to Hogwarts, and she might be able to pluck up the courage to tell him what Harry was doing to her. Also, this was a stall for time. Dinner was approaching and if it took her awhile to convince Harry, she might be able to escape from his raping until after dinner.

Harry had finished thinking. "Yeah you're right. Now where was I?" Harry asked, his eyes gleaming. Hermione sighed. She had expected an argument that might take up some time, but Harry was thinking along the same lines and got started quickly.

He moved to her quickly removing her shirt faster than usual. He kissed her gently, as he was doing this. Hermione just sat there while he was doing this. She hated how long he took to remove their clothes. It was annoying.

He gently removed the last pieces of clothes of hers and started on him. She hated when she was naked and he wasn't. This was the time, where Harry would run his hands over every part of her body, very slowly. She hated the way his hands ran across her body, causing her to shiver.

The knock on the door interrupted this process. Hermione pushed Harry away and had her clothes halfway on before someone spoke. "Hermione? It's Ginny. A post just came for you. I don't know why it came now instead of with the morning post, but it's addressed to you." Ginny said, her voice flowing through the doors.

Hermione had never dressed so quick. She was halfway to the door when she realized her shirt was on the wrong way. Harry swore softly. "Oh and it's dinner time. Can I come in?" Ginny asked, sounding slightly impatient.

Hermione nodded then realized Ginny couldn't see her. "Yeah, hold on a sec." Hermione answered, while pulling her shirt on the right way.

Harry rolled his eyes looking annoyed. "Well, no point in me sticking around. See you tonight, Hermione." Harry said and she noticed he too had his clothes back on. And with that he disappeared with a small pop.

Hermione rolled her eyes. The Weasley twins had taught them how to appear and disappear even though they weren't supposed to without their license. Leave it to Harry to break the law, Hermione thought as she opened the door.

"Hi, Hermione." Ginny said brightly. She held out a letter. "This came just now. Mum says it's time for dinner. Hurry up." And with that she skipped towards the stairs leading to the kitchen. Hermione stared after her.

Why is she so happy? Hermione thought. She shrugged then glanced at the return address: Viktor Krum Durmstrang Seeker for Bulgarian Quidditch Team. Hermione gasped. Why was Viktor writing to her? Hadn't they broken up? Hermione knew her questions would be answered by opening the letter. So she did.

Dear Hermione,

I suppose you must be wondering why I'm writing to you after we broke up. I will tell you, of course. I wish to apologize. I know we were interrupted the night before your departure. I wanted to say that I was in the wrong place of breaking up with you that night. I shouldn't have and I apologize. I was embarrassed and disappointed, so I blamed it on you. I can only hope with all my heart that you forgive me. I miss you a lot. Though I suppose you wish to never have me step on your doorstep again. If you could find it in your heart to forgive me I would be delighted. Again, I am very sorry for what I have done and deserve all the criticism I may find.

Begging for forgiveness,
Viktor Krum

Hermione stared at the letter in shock. Viktor was asking for forgiveness? Well, he jolly well should, thought Hermione. After what he had done, almost made her lose her virginity and then dumping her. But he had said he was sorry. She knew she had to write back. She grabbed a pen (she uses muggle pens for letters, it's much easier), a piece of parchment and plopped herself down on her bed. She froze, her pen poised above the parchment.

What should she say? Should she make him feel guilty? Should she forgive him? "Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang up the stairs. "Dinner!" She called.

"Coming!" Hermione called back. She placed her pen and parchment along with Viktor's letter on her desk. She would worry about it after dinner. She happily hopped down the stairs, her heart considerably lighter than before.

She arrived at the dinner table and sat down in her normal seat. Harry glanced at her curiously. 'He's probably wondering why I'm so happy' Hermione thought to her self. She ignored Harry's stares and joined everyone else in stacking their plates high in Mrs. Weasley's best cooking.

Hermione was aware of Ron staring at her all through dinner. She pretended to be unaware of his stares and kept her eyes on her plate. What should I say to him? Hermione wondered. She had to give him an answer soon. Say yes said a small voice in her head. After all, you DO like him. Hermione ignored the voice. She wasn't ready to give him an answer. She would tell him at Hogwarts. She'd tell him she'd be ready to give him an answer in the second week of Hogwarts. Hermione happily finished her dinner, happy to have made up her mind. Mrs. Weasley was making small talk, but everyone answered her stonily, thinking of his or her own worries and pleasures.

Finally, Mrs. Weasley resorted to arguing with Fred and George about when they should go back to the store. "But mum," Fred was saying patiently. "We have to go back on Tuesday. We promised."

But Mrs. Weasley was in no mood for bargaining. "You told me you could stay all vacation!"

"Mum," George tried. "Sales are booming right now, if we don't sell, we won't get the money. It's our job, Mum."

"Yeah," Fred put in. "And we have to be responsible and always live up to our promises. You told us that, remember?" Fred had her stuck.

Mrs. Weasley glared at her twins. "Fine," She said quietly. Then her voice raising, she added. "But tomorrow, you'll be helping us clean the drawing room." Fred and George groaned at this. "Aw, Mum." "And not another word about it." Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

"But Mum," Fred began. "It's just-" but George cut in. "We're making a new product. It's still in the testing stages."

Mrs. Weasley whipped around. "I don't care. You have an extra hour after your store closes for that. Do it then!" And she gave them a look so penetrating that neither of them replied, just stared unbelievably at her and then glumly at the floor.

Hermione, relieved to know that the quarrel was over, asked politely to be excused. Mrs. Weasley smiled at her and nodded still keeping an eye on Fred and George, who were muttering to each other at the end of the table. Hermione walked quickly up to her room trying not to appear eager. She closed her door and locked it feeling maybe once and for all, she could do something herself.

She walked slowly over to her desk where she had left everything she needed. She sat down carefully, picked up her pen and began to write. She paused after every sentence making sure it fit, crossing out things here and there that didn't fit. Finally, after a steady hour of work, she re-reads her letter to Viktor for the last time.

Dear Viktor,

I admit I was shocked when I got your letter. I was sure you would hate me forever, though I didn't know why. Your apologies seem sincere, though I am reluctant to accept them. After all, I did nothing wrong. I have few questions for you that I would like you to answer. If we had gone all the way and not been interrupted, would you have broken up with me afterwards? Why did you break up with me in the first place? Did you love me? Or was it all a lie? I cannot forgive you unless these questions are answered with full honesty and sincerely. I only hope that you will answer honestly and we can come to a conclusion about that confusing night. Until then, I wish you good times and a good day. But I must suppress the seriousness of these questions. I don't want lies just to make me happy. If you wish to ignore these questions and/or ignore my letter, consider yourself permanently erased.

Best wishes,
Hermione Granger

Hermione turned around, feeling rather pleased with herself. She placed the letter in an envelope and carefully wrote Viktor's address on it. She reached for her wand to seal it, but it wasn't there.

"That's very good, Hermione. Now, turn around slowly and let me see that letter." Came the cold drawl he had adapted last year. His green eyes gleamed in the moonlight and his scar stood livid on his forehead.

And with that Hermione's blood turned cold. Hermione turned around slowly, not believing what she was seeing. Tears stung her eyes. Couldn't she have a moment alone? Just one moment?

"Give me the letter." Harry said, his hand held out in front of him, his eyes stern.

"No." Hermione said her voice shaking. Harry pulled out his wand and hers.

"Hermione, do it for your own good. Give me that letter." Hermione started shaking uncontrollably.

She glanced at her owl Black Pearl, who was ruffling her black feathers impatiently. (A/N: I liked Pirates of the Caribbean, so now every animal that's black is going to be Black Pearl! He he) Hermione put her letter out in front of her, as though to give it to Harry.

He smiled. "That's it, Hermione. Give it to me!" He said his voice still high and cold.

Hermione took a breath and lunged toward her owl. She managed to tie the scroll on her leg, before Harry realized what she was doing. He lunged too and made a grab for Black Pearl who hopped out of the way and looked at Hermione expectantly. "Viktor Krum!" She yelled to her owl, which took off at her words.

Harry got up and brushed himself off. "You shouldn't have done that." He said his voice shaking, but not out of nervousness, out of anger. Hermione remained silent, she knew that, but it was better than Harry reading her letter.

Harry glared at her. "But it's gone." He said softly stating the obvious. Hermione nodded. Harry glared at her and looked for a moment like he was going to curse her. But instead he pushed her onto the bed and ripped off her shirt.

This time, Hermione was more frightened than ever. He usually gently took her shirt off over her head. This time he was ripping her clothes off then pulling off his own. Hermione lay there, afraid of what might happen.

Harry glared at her again before running his hands all over her body. Hermione shivered. That was her least favorite part and Harry knew it. That was why, today, he did this longer than ever.

He rubbed his body against hers, his body was cold. Hermione shivered again. She wished it were over, but it wasn't. He could do this the whole night if he wanted. And Hermione knew that. But, for some reason, before even getting past touching her, he picked himself off the bed and threw his clothes back on.

Hermione was startled, but relieved. Harry glanced at her. "I can't concentrate." He said, as though he needed to give her an explanation. "And I'm still mad at you." And with that he left slamming the door behind him.

Hermione layed on her bed after repairing her clothes and pulled out her diary. She had kept a diary entry for every time Harry did this to her. She jotted down everything that happened today feeling immensely glad that he was mad or else he would have still been there now.

She sighed and put the diary back in its usual hiding place in the pocket of her dress robes, seeing as they almost never wore them. She lay on her bed falling asleep very quickly, dreaming of how happy she'd be if Harry weren't in her life.