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Hermione exited the now darkened Astronomy tower, being careful so as to not trip on the steps as she walked down. The hallway wasn't the place in the world for nighttime strolls, which struck Hermione as ironic seeing as how the classes could only take place at night.

The halls were very weathered from the intense years of rain and snow that had beaten down on them, which had therefore caused various sorts of vines to take a liking to the brick, winding themselves up and across the walls, making them look even more ancient and haunting than usual. Add to that the creasing sound her feet made with each step, and the fact that not only was she alone, but the various house ghosts tended to wander the tower throughout the night, it had caused Hermione to become very uneasy indeed. Normally she was very level headed about these sorts of things. Rarely did she ever get spooked by things normal people would consider scary. Ron's fear was spiders, Harry's was dementors, and so it was only right Hermione had hers-which just so happened to be the dark. It sounded a bit girly to her to know that of all things scary in the world to be afraid of that she was afraid of the dark, and it was for this reason she hadn't told anyone of her fear. It was silly really, but it had stemmed from childhood when her friends would tell each other ghost stories late at night and fall asleep with the lights on. For a muggle child, ghosts were a very frightful thing indeed. And so ever since the fear stuck with her, no matter how she tried to shake it. She had faced giants, trolls, basilisks and dementors, but the dark still was her pet peeve.

When she finally reached the bottom of the stairs and a much greater deal of light she let out a sigh or relief and slowed her stride. Now all she had to do was walk calmly back to the common room and she would be alright. That was always the worst part of her journey, and now that it was over she could relax.Everything would be alright now, and just in the nick of time too it seemed.

She looked outside the great window at the foot of the stairs and saw a great bolt of lightening streak throughout the sky, followed quickly by a loud clap of thunder and a curtain of rain, now falling sideways due to the great deal of wind that had accompanied it. Pausing only momentarily to see the rain pound at the side of the castle, she proceeded to make her way down the hall.

Swinging her bag in her hand and tucking a strand of hair behind her head she began to hum quietly to herself. Thunderstorms always put her in a good mood for some reason, and she know took advantage of the alone time to stroll slowly throughout the castle, pretending she were ten years in the future and was the newly appointed headmistress doing her nightly patrols through the castle. It was always a dream she had, to one day return to the one place she loved more than anyone, except perhaps Harry who hadn't had a real home before, and being able to aid students in their quest of knowledge and future careers. Everyone always expected her to do something great with her life after school, like working in the Ministry of Magical Law Enforcement, but if she were truly honest with herself, teaching was where her heart really lay. She loved this place, and couldn't imagine leaving and never returning again.

Turning the corner around a picture containing a woman quietly soothing her crying child, she came to an abrupt halt. Something was there, lying in the middle of the walkway in a crumble. What was it? Surely it couldn't be a student-?!

Her heart jumped in her throat as she approached the bundle, noticing the limp figure of a body, an arm sticking out from under the cover. She quickly knelt down and shook the figure on what she thought would be their shoulder.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!" she exclaimed now suddenly aware of her surroundings, a million questions flooding into her head. Who had done this, and why? Would she be forced to carry the person herself down to the hospital wing, or would she have enough time to fetch help? But then she couldn't just leave the figure lying here helplessly on the ground. Who knows what could happen to them in the time she would be gone?

Receiving no answer from her shaking and many attempts to speak with them, she reached for the cloth to remove it from the body. Perhaps she could identify the student at the very least. Grabbing the material, she slowly lifted it and began to pull it back. What she saw caused a loud gasp to escape from her mouth.

Malfoy. She couldn't believe that someone as conceited and strong witted as Malfoy could have fallen victim to some freak accident, yet here he was bleeding and broken, barely conscious. As much as she hated the idea of helping him, she knew it was her duty as a prefect to help all the students of Hogwarts..no matter how much she hated them.

His lip was bruised and swollen, there were various cuts all over his body, and it seemed he had hit his head on his sudden fall to the cold stone. "Oh, Malfoy," she said, her voice much caring that she had expected, and she looked sadly over him. Whoever had been able to do this to someone like Malfoy must have been strong. Surely he hadn't been alone, always having Crabbe or Goyle following him, and whatever it was must have scared them away, because they were the type of people to leave their friends for dead instead of risking their own necks.

Quickly deciding on the best course of action, she turned her back to him and hurried back to her bag that she had abandoned some twenty feet back to fetch her wand. The best thing to do was to just levitate him to the hospital wing. There was no way in hell she could carry him, and she feared he would worsen in the time it would take to fetch help-besides, all they would be able to do is take him to the hospital wing anyways. Madame Pomphrey was the only help for him now.

She reached her hand into her bag, rummaging around through all her school things, telescopes, quills, textbooks, and through her notebooks she passed, when she heard a strange noise behind her. It sounded like scrapping on the stone, and fearing Malfoy had come conscious and was trying to carry himself towards help, she quickly turned about.

She only had her head turned about halfway when she was suddenly hit over the head with something very large and bulky and fell to the ground with a crash. Struggling with her eyes, for it had temporarily blacked out her vision, a blurry outline of Malfoy standing above her.

"What are you..how...why?" Was all she could manage, mouth gaping open as she stared at him as he held his wand pointed down towards her in one hand while the other proceeded to wipe off the "blood" and "bruises" from his face, wiping off with such ease that Hermione had at that moment realized that it had all been a setup. She glared at him with such anger as the immense amount of red, black, and blue makeup covered the once white clothe that had once covered his body.

And to think, she had felt sorry for him. She should have known Malfoy wouldn't have placed himself in the position to be beaten. She also should have known that there wasn't anything in the castle capable of doing something like this.

"Well,well, if it isn't the Mudblood." He said, an evil smile plastered on his face, an evil gleam in his eyes.

"You of all people should know that such fragile and weak people such as yourself shouldn't be out this late. It could be dangerous," he said in a sarcastic voice, waving his wand carelessly around her as if mocking her situation.

Hermione sat perfectly where she was, which was in fact the ground that she had fallen to, her right arm grabbing her left as she had fallen on it. Blood dripped from her leg where she scrapped it on her fall, and she would swear she had twisted her ankle. She didn't put it past Malfoy to do anything dangerous or illegal towards her. He had shown a complete lack of authority since she had known him, and didn't trust him one bit.

"What do you want Malfoy?" she said with a sneer that could have rivaled his own.

He smiled. "Did I not tell you at the start of term that you would be mine? A Malfoy is always true to his word. I watched you carefully over the past week, studying your work patterns and plotting the perfect trap." He paused momentarily for effect as her eyes traveled over the small corridor in which they found themselves.

"Oh don't worry, I've cast a spell on this area, no one will be capable or coming anywhere near here. If anyone comes within 100 feet of this place, they will suddenly be overcome with the idea that they've forgotten something very important and will turn around. Brilliant, huh?"

His lip twitched at the thought of his own brilliance.

"Now, if you would kindly come with me," he started, but Hermione quickly interrupted him.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Malfoy!" she snarled, now braving herself against the wall, although she didn't think she had a chance past that.

However, he seemed to notice her new found courage and now pointed his wand straight at her face.

"You're coming with me. Even if i have to force you."

That was the last thing Hermione heard before everything went black.

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Hermione awoke feeling very groggy and sore. The last thing she had remembered was hearing Malfoy saying something about force, and then everything had gone black. And yet, here she lie, completely unaware of anything going on around her.

Opening her eyes, she looked around at her surroundings only to find the room was in complete darkness save a few candles burning at table to her left and right. Judging by the feel of the material, she assumed she was lying on a large bed, although where still remained a mystery. Surely he couldn't just bring her up to the Slytherin common room- students would stare and begin to ask questions!

Panic now overcoming her, she went to reach forward to a sitting position only to find that her wrists had been tied, or rather chained, to the bedposts. Looking down, she noticed she was stripped of her cloak and school clothes and was now attired in a rather, well, revealing garment. The dark blue blouse she wore was very tight fitting, stopping at her bellybutton and appeared as though it were made for a little child. Her skirt could hardly be called such as it just barely covered anything. It reminded her of the ones those pop singers on muggle television would wear in one of their sex videos. For one fleeting moment an image of Brittany Spears popped into her head.

Her shoes had been removed and her feet now curling at the sheets beneath her. She had been dressing a little more casually lately, but this was insane. She felt very exposed, and it wasn't helping her omnious feeling that she was in grave danger.

She let out a loud scream, unsure if anyone would be able to hear her but trying her best.

The candlelight flickered and Malfoy stepped into her view. "Well well, you're finally awake. You know, I expected you to be asleep for a couple more hours. I should have figured a witch as strong as you would only be out for a couple hours."

Hermione gasped. "A couple hours?! What time is it?!"

" Almost midnight." He replied obediently, like a dog expecting a treat.

"M-Midnight? Ohhh, you are so in for it Malfoy! Just wait! I bet you ten dollars Harry and Ron are already out looking for me!" she smiled triumphantly up at him, half expecting him to realize the fault in his plan and release her.

"So what?" he shrugged, "you can't prove it anyways. Besides, no one's going to find you here. Recognize this place at all?" He turned around in his place, showing off the room with his hands.

He waved his wand in the air and her body sudden became completely stiff. The body binding curse.

"It was, after all, your inspiration that brought us here. The Room of Requirement. So even if the Potty and your little Weasel were to come looking, they wouldn't find you. Now, what do you say we get to know each other a little better?"

He crawled onto the bed, smiling down as he approached her. Hermione suddenly became very aware of how revealing she was and that her breasts were practically hanging out. She suddenly blushed and glared at the same time.

However, her embarassment was short lived as she suddenly felt his lips on hers. She tried to kick him off of her, but he was too strong and pushed her shoulders back into the bed, deeping the kiss. He bit at her lips at probbed at her mouth with his tongue, forcing her mouth open and roaming roughly around her mouth.

While his mouth was busy with hers his hands began to feel over her body, mainly her breasts, which had by now betrayed her and stood hard and firm, giving him perfect access.

"Knew you soften up to me," he moaned into her mouth, obviously taking her bodily responses to him as a sign of arousal.

"Gerroff!" she tried to scream into her mouth, although it was drowned out by his tongue now forcing itself as far into her mouth as humanly possibly.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, tears began to flow freely down her mouth. She had had dreams about how her first kiss would be, slow and breath taking. She had imagined fireworks going off and a sense of weightlessness. She had pictured it at night, under the stars, staring into the eyes of her lover and soulmate. And, ever since second year, she had imagined that someone kissing her as Ron and the two losing themselves in their love for each other.

This wasn't how it was suppose to be! This was wrong! He had stolen something from her that could never be replaced, and she hated him with every being of her fiber for that. He would pay. Whether it be today, tomorrow, or next week she would make sure he paid for the pain he had caused.

Suddenly, she felt her legs wiggle a bit. Her throat catching in her throat, she completely forgot Malfoy's tongue (which was now kissing a line down from her neck) to her legs. Why was it that she could move? Perhaps, she thought, because Malfoy's magic was weak. He never did too well in classes, and it seemed it had finally caused his downfall.

Wiggling her toes a bit, the sensation of movement suddenly returned to her entire left leg. Holding back a smile, and did the same until her right leg regained stimulation. Finally, she would be able to get out of here. But she had to make it convincing. She knew she couldn't overpower Malfoy, especially since he had his wand him and she had no idea where hers was.

Smiling deviously, she began for the first time to kiss him back.

" Oh Ma- Draco, I never knew what such a good kisser you were." She purred, spotting her chance at freedom. She had to seduce him senseless.

He looked up at her, surprised at first until his face melted into a smile.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me. Now, why don't you play nice for daddy?" he looked into her eyes, which now gleamed with seduction, and unlocked the chains holding her down. Obviously she had earned his trust and, now believing she wouldn't run, had set her free.

"Oh, I've been a bad girl," she moaned, grabbing his shoulders and turning so that he was the one lying on his back, with her straddling him.

He moaned. "Punish me."

His eyes closed as she bit along his neck, all the time keeping her eyes focused on the target. His wand was sitting beside his head. Now was the moment, with his eyes closed.

Slowly, kissing his neck so as to ensure he wouldn't open his eyes, she inched her fingers forward to grasp her fingers around the wand.

"AHA!" She shouted, quickly jumping off the bed and pointing the wand at him.

"W-What?!" he said, his eyes shooting open and looking at her. But before he had time to catch up with these new events, she screamed "Petrificus Totalus!" and his arms and legs snapped shut to his side, leaving him lying on the bed.

She ran to the door, stopping only momentarily to grab her bag and wand she had spotted in the corner, and bolted out.

She ran as fast as her legs could take her, tears pouring down her face and she tried to force the events of the past couple hours out of her head. How could she have been so foolish to fall for such a simple trick? She should have known not to trust Malfoy, and now here she was, half naked running through the castle. After this was over, she was going to need some serious therapy.

She ran all the way until she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, pausing only momentarily to catch her breath.

"Snickerdoodle!" she yelled at the portrait (how dare you dress like that! Girls these days!), which swung open to allow her entrance. Slamming it closed behind her, leaning against it for support.

Upon entering the first thing she noticed were Ron and Harry rushing towards her from their sitting position next to the fire, obviously waiting for her. So she had been right, they had been worried about her and were waiting for her return.

"Oh my God, Hermione what the hell happened to you?!" Ron screamed at her, concern flashing through his eyes as he stared her over, which were now roaming up and down her body. "And what are you WEARING?!"

Harry interrupted, "Where have you been, what happened?!" he hammered, questions flooding through both their heads.

But Hermione, however, had other plans. Too exhausted from the run and too shocked from the trauma of what just happened, she fainted right then and there.

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Harry looked at the clock. It was midnight, and he and Ron were sitting in the common room waiting for Hermione to return back from class. Her class released at 9, and it wasn't like Hermione to be late for anything, especially when she had promised her return in order to help them with their Potions assignment.

"Where do you think she is?" he asked Ron, who sat across from him, staring worridly at the fire.

"I dunno." He managed softly, and it looked as if his eyes were glistening. Ron knew she was never late for anything. He had tried to convince her not to take Astronomy, because he knew classes took place at night and he didn't like the idea of her walking through the corridors by herself at night. Sure, it was okay when they did their Prefect patrols because he was with her, but he didn't trust her by herself, especially with the way she looked this year. Anyone could just jump out of a corner and take advantage of her.

It was now 12 am. She was 3 hours late. He and Harry had considered going to search for her, but decided against it as they would have no idea where to search and would probably run into Filch or Snape before Hermione, in which case they would not only be forced to return to their common rooms, back at square zero, but they would have detentions on top of it.

Suddenly the portrait hole swung open and they heads turned fast as lightening to the entrance. However, they did not expect what would come next.

There stood Hermione, dressed in the skimpiest of outfits, beaten and bruised, crying, and breathing very quickly. They stood and ran over to her.

"Oh my God, Hermione what the hell happened to you?!" he screamed at her, concern flashing through his eyes as he stared her over, which were now roaming up and down her body. "And what are you WEARING?!"

Harry interrupted, "Where have you been, what happened?!" he hammered, questions flooding through both their heads.

They stood there, anxiously awaiting answers from a very pale Hermione when it happened. One minute she stood staring at the two incoherently, the next her legs had given way and she started to fall.

Ron acted quickly. He swooped his arms around her and caught her mid-fall. Carrying her close to his chest, he carried her over to the overly large couch next to the fire and laid her down, tears falling from his face.

"What the bloody hell Harry," he whispered to his best friend, who now stood, shocked, staring at the limp and weak body of Hermione.

Too scared to leave her by herself, and wanting to be there when she awoke, they chose to sleep in the common room with her. Harry chose a seat across from the couch, and Ron sat down right next to Hermione, lifting her head and placing it carefully in his lap. After staring at her bruised face for a few more minutes, sleep finally overtook him and he leaned his head back against the cushion and slowly fell into slumber.

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