Ugh…. I'm kind of having a major writer's block -_- and it sucks! So stick with me through these not-so-good parts of my fan fic. DON'T GIVE UP ON ME! Kay?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter because he is a fictional character… If he was real I'd own him for sure!

I wasn't sure how long I was in that bathroom, but it was definitely after curfew. I had finally calmed down enough to decide to head back to the dormitory, even though I had no plan on how to handle this situation that was spiraling out of control. I could feel my heart racing, as the panic clenched at my gut. I had made it to the fifth floor without running into anyone, and though I might just make it back to the dormitory unseen. Unfortunately I heard him before I saw him, sneaking out of one of the many hidden passageways in Hogwarts.

"I don't know what you're on about," He muttered as he flipped aside the tapestry to come face to face with me.

I felt my heart freeze as Draco looked at me with a small amount of shock on his face, unprepared to run into me at this hour. I took an involuntary step back as he composed his face into its usual sneer.

"Who were you talking to?" I asked, even though I didn't see anyone and I felt my voice quiver when I asked.

"No one," He said sharply at me, as he advanced.

I took another step away, assuming he was going to use this opportunity to abuse me more, even though it wasn't planned.

"Where are you going, Granger?" He asked sweetly as he shoved me into the door to my left, and into the abandoned classroom.

I instantly pulled out my wand, and pointed it at him. He grabbed my wrist easily and plucked the wand from my fingers, tossing it to the ground. He pushed me against the desk, and hiked up my sleeves, to see the faint scars and the fresh ones from only an hour or so before.

"I see you've been a bad girl again," He said as he slapped me.

My head snapped to the side as I bit my lip to keep from letting out a cry. I looked up at him through my hair, and he slapped me again, as he pulled my body against his, digging his fingers into my ass. He yanked up my skirt and spanked me through my panties, letting a yelp escape me. I watched his lips quirk into a small smile as he raised his hand and spanked me again. I bit into my lip to keep from yelping. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, even though he would just hurt me more when I disobeyed.

"Trying to fight me are you?" He sneered at me as he shoved me to the ground. "You girls are all the same. Pretending to be weak little things, and acting all innocent, but really all you want is for it to be rough!" He said loudly as he tangled his fingers into my hair and yanked.

I let out a yell and scrambled away from him, as I kicked out and connected with his shin. He swore and clamored after me trying to pull me towards him again. I was on my back, scooting away and kicked out again, trying to get farther away, connecting my foot squarely with his nose. He let out a yell/groan as his hands flew up to his nose that was now bleeding. I ran for all I was worth towards my wand, as he swore at me. I grabbed it successfully as he advanced towards me.

"You stupid little whore," he growled as he was a mere ten feet away.

"PETRICIFUCUS TOATALUS!" I yelled as I pointed my wand at his bloody face.

I watched as his arms snapped to his sides, and his eyes grew wide while his body went rigid. He then fell to the floor as straight as a board. I looked down at him with as much shock on my face as his. I had just attacked Draco Malfoy. I had fought back…. And it felt good. I instantly fled and made it to the dormitory before I had a mental breakdown. It had to be late, because the fire was just embers, casting shadows against the wall, while the common room was deserted. I fell in front of the fire, and cried as I held my legs to my chest, rocking back and forth trying to sooth myself.

"Hermione?" Someone said so softly I thought I had imagined it.

I felt my head snap up at the intrusion. I hadn't even heard anyone come down the staircases from the dormitories, let alone someone come into the common room. And there they stood staring at me, taking in my clumsily buttoned shirt, my skirt, torn slightly and hiked up exposing my white skin. My hair was a mess and tears soaked my face and the front of my shirt.

"Ron," I squeaked as I felt my eyes burn even more and my throat close, not letting any other words escape.