A/N: See? I told you I'd be able to post another chapter a lot sooner than usual. It's cuz of those long train rides. This one took me about 4 trips (a total of 4 hours). Crazy huh? Well, I hope you enjoy it!

P.S. In case you actually liked Ron, this chapter would be a bad one for you. There aren't any graphic scenes, but they do imply the worst. Just be prepared.

Disclaimer: The disputable is possessed by none other than J.K. Rowling, so don't sue.


Hermione awoke the next morning to find herself being constricted in her blankets. She turned slightly and bumped into a hard, sleeping form. Her eyes tried to focus on the person next to her with the little light that was coming through the windows. Her vision began to see the image of a bare chest boy with familiar blond hair covering the top half of his face. Suddenly, a replay of last night's events came bursting into her head, remembering what exactly happened between her and Draco Malfoy. She didn't know whether or not he would think last night was a mistake. Hermione was scared of waking him because she remembered that she confessed her love for him. She just turned back over and closed her eyes, hoping he would wake up soon and make the decision of what to do next.

Ten minutes later, Draco woke up and snuggled closer to her. Hermione spun around and found he was looking at her with a genuine smile on his face, not the infamous Malfoy smirk he always wore.

"Good morning, love," he spoke.

"Morning." Hermione smiled. He did mean everything he said last night, and he didn't regret it.

"So, are we going to keep everything here a secret, or should we just come out right into the open about our little love affair? Unless, of course, last night was just some pity sex, then I completely understand."

"Oh! Last night was definitely not any pity sex. I could assure you that much, but we might want to keep it a secret for a bit. I don't want to give Percy or Ron, or anybody else for that matter, another reason to irritate me."

"Of course. Should we let Blaise know though? I mean, he'll be the most upset with us if we keep this all a secret."

"Um, I guess I can let him know today at Hogsmeade. We were planning to meet at Three Broomsticks for lunch."

"Okay. Do you mind if I come as well? You should bring Potter and Weaselette and let them know as well. I'm sure they'd be furious with you if you didn't tell them straight up."

"That's true. I guess I will, but please do everything in your power to keep this secret."

"Sure, but anything on the inside of our common room is fair play."

"Hmm. We'll see."

Hermione was the first to get up and make her way to the shower. Draco tried to follow her into the bathroom, but she had already locked the door magically to ensure he couldn't. Within twenty minutes, Hermione was showered, prime and primped, and ready to face Percy and his vile ways. She emerged from the bathroom and found her room empty, much to her satisfaction. She didn't feel like dealing with whatever Draco had in mind. Hermione grabbed her wand, wallet, and phone and headed out the door. She made her way to the great oak doors, and waited just inside of them. She didn't feel like going to breakfast today, she had too much on her plate as it was. She waited for ten minutes until the Great Hall doors opened. Hermione looked up to see who was coming out only realizing too late that she shouldn't have looked at all.

"Oi! Granger! Get your arse over here!"

Hermione gave the speaker the most disgusted look. The poor excuse for a person made his way over to where she was standing.

"Now, ignoring your new boyfriend is not going to give you brownie points in bed," he said.

"Not even if you were the last guy in the Universe, Ronald," Hermione retorted.

"Well, I guess we're in a black hole, then. No existence of a universe in sight," Ron said.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm through with your shit."

"That's a nasty mouth you have going on there. Let me teach you not to use such language with me." Ron grabbed hold of her arm and quickly pulled out his wand. He silenced her and began to tug her towards the wall opposite of the Great Hall. He shoved her into a broom closet, so conveniently located.

Students began to empty out of the Great Hall and head over to Percy awaiting the release of the travelers to Hogsmeade. After everyone had gone to their designated areas - second years and under back to their common rooms or library and third years and above to Hogsmeade - Percy walked over to the door his brother was in. He knocked on it five times and walked away. One minute later, Ron peeked out the door, looked around, and walked out into the hall, quickly disappearing down the corridor, heading towards the dungeons.

Ten minutes later, the broom closet door opened once again to reveal an uneasy Hermione. She frantically looked around her, seeing if anyone was in the corridor. Hermione left all intentions of joining Blaise, Draco, Harry and Ginny at Three Broomsticks and ran to her dormitory, where she stayed for the entire night.


Meanwhile in Hogsmeade, Draco was looking around the crowd at Three Broomsticks waiting to see the sunshine he was looking for. She was already twenty minutes late, and it is not like her to be late. He couldn't stop worrying about what was keeping her, and the other three friends were noticing that something wasn't right.

"Maybe she had a late night last night, and she's still sleeping," Blaise said and took a sip of his butterbeer.

"No, she didn't. I know for a fact that she woke up," Draco defended.

"Malfoy, we can't sit here all day. We have other things to do. Why do you even want us here?" an impatient Ginny questioned.

"Ginny, if Hermione wanted us to be here, then it must have been important. Why can't you give your friend so much credit? But I agree with Malfoy, here. If she said she'd meet us here, Hermione would have been here by now," Harry said.

"That's what's worrying me. Did anyone see the Weasel come to Hogsmeade?" worried Draco.

"My brother said he was staying back at the castle, said he had some business to attend to," Ginny answered.

"I was hoping you wouldn't say something like that," Draco said as he got up. He quickly made his way out the door and down the street towards Hogwarts. By the time he reached the end of the small town, he saw no carriage present to take him back to the castle. He found the gatekeeper to the castle, who supervised the small aspect of transportation between the two destinations of the Hogsmeade trip for the students. Draco ran up to him and asked him where all the carriages were. When the man answered him, Draco became upset and very furious.

"What do you mean they're gone until four?!"

"Sir, as I tried to explain, I was told to keep all students on this trip here until four o'clock. The carriages are at the castle until four, then they will be here to take students back," the man tried to explain.

"Who told you that piece of shit?"

"A professor and the Head Boy, sir."

"WHAT!?"

"Yes, sir. It's lovely to see family exceed in school."

"Wait, what? You said they were family?"

"Why yes, sir. You could obviously tell by the red hair and freckles."

"YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND! I need to get up there now!" Draco tried to make his way past the guard towards the castle, but was stopped.

"I'm sorry, but nobody can go through until four o'clock."

"I can. The person you saw today that said he was Head Boy, was not," Draco flashed his badge, "because I am Head Boy. Now, let me through."

The guard could see that something was not right, and quickly let Draco through. Draco ran through the gate and dashed towards the castle. He would have just apparated there, but of course there are those damn appartion wards around the castle. In fifteen long minutes of running, he was finally at the castle. Draco ran up to his shared dormitory frantically hoping Hermione was there in the best conditions.

As he entered through the portrait, Draco heard muffled sobbing coming from Hermione's room. He quickly made his way up the stairs towards the sad sound. Suddenly, Draco stopped at the door, not knowing what to do. He knocked three times on the door and waited for a response.

Draco didn't have to wait long, either. Almost immediately after he knocked, the sobs stopped instantly. He heard shuffling and whispering. He heard an incantation take place and then he heard another. He couldn't tell what the first one was, but the second was definitely a locking spell. Draco didn't feel the door that he was standing by get hit with any magic, so he figured she locked the bathroom door. Soon after, he heard quiet footsteps approach the door and stop on the other side.

"Who is it," he almost didn't hear her say.

"Think Hermione, who else would be here in the Heads' Dormitory? It's me, Draco."

"Go away, Malfoy. I don't want you here. Leave me alone."

"What? What's the matter? You could tell me anything, you know that. I thought we had something."

"You were wrong. Nothing's wrong. I never want to talk to you again. Last night was nothing! I just…"

"Hermione, you don't even believe what you're saying. Let me in. Let's talk. Did Weasley touch you? I swear I'll kill him if he did. You don't have to be afraid of him."

"I used you, Malfoy, for my own gain. I don't l-love you! It meant nothing. Besides, Ron and I talked it out. H-He's…m-my…my boyfriend n-now. Leave me alone, you nasty little ferret!"

Draco was deeply hurt by what she said. He realized he did love her, a lot. If she found something in that weasel, then he wanted her to be happy.

"Hermione, just…just be careful, okay? I don't want him to hurt you. You don't deserve that. Please come to me if he hurts you," Draco compromised disheartened. He walked away from the door, not waiting for her response. He made his way over to his room, fell onto his bed fully clothed, and moped. He fell asleep just like that until morning.

Back in Hermione's room, after hearing footsteps walk away slowly, she ran back to her bed and started to cry. She couldn't believe Ron would make her do all of this. She had to come up with a way to get him back, but she couldn't quite figure out how. He was way too strong and had too much power. Plus, he had Percy to back him up in any story. She just couldn't win.

Hermione cried herself to sleep, and stayed in bed the next day. Besides for classes, she stayed inside her room, locked away from society. When she woke up a week later, Hermione actually felt like getting up until her eyes locked with a thick purple handprint on her high thigh. She lightly touched it and winced in pain. She then noticed a gold band bracelet on her right wrist. It began to vibrate violently.


*Flashback*

Ron kissed her lips angrily as he slid a loose gold band around her wrist.

"You are now my slave. You will tell everyone that we worked things out, and we're a couple. If you don't, this bracelet will burn your skin. It will shrink, causing it to cut into your skin, if you try to take it off with any magic. It will vibrate when I want you next. You must report to this broom closet within the hour. If you don't, I will locate you and make you regret coming late." After he finished, the bracelet shrunk to fit her wrist perfectly, so there was no way to slip it off.

Hermione looked at him horrified. He really was an evil man. She looked down at the bracelet and wished she just went to breakfast. Tears began to fall again, staining her already tear-stained face. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"Stop crying, bitch. You better clean up before you leave."

Just then, five knocks came from the door, causing Hermione to jump, but Ron smiled. He got up magically cleaned himself up and the floor, but left Hermione a mess. He quickly got dressed and walked out of the broom closet, leaving Hermione crying, naked, and dirty.

*End of Flashback*


Hermione got up quickly and put on some jeans and a T-shirt. Within twenty minutes, Hermione was back at the forsaken broom closet, standing outside waiting for her captor. Five minutes later, Ron showed up with a smirk on his face.

"There you are, darling! I'm glad you decided to meet me here. Come. Let's go this way." There were few students in the hallway, so he was going to be very friendly towards Hermione to cause no suspicion.

He lead her upstairs to a particular familiar wall. He made her stand to the side, and walked back and forth three times. A small oak door appeared along the wall. Ron grabbed Hermione's arm and lead her through the door. On the other side of the door, there was a room that looked close to a dungeon with chains, small to no windows, and torture devices. Hermione was instantly frightened. She thought this was just an ordinary dungeon, but it was not. She started to notice exactly what the torture devices were. They consisted of handcuffs, whips, and gags - not to mention the variety of different dildos and attachments for the big machines.

Ron magically changed her clothes from baggy and unattractive, to basically just ribbons of leather covering the least important parts. Her feminine parts were completely exposed, along with her full buttocks. He pulled her over to one of the machines. It was a huge device, that restrains the victim on the ground in a standing position and inserted various items into the butt, pussy or mouth, while it also had attachments to do a various choice of things to the victim's torso.

"Now, today is going to be fun. All of my porno videos got old. So, I'm going to make a new one, and you're the star. I'm going to watch from this chair. Don't be too quiet, you are on camera."

Hermione tried not to remember any of Ron's shenanigans. She didn't want to break down every time an image would pop through her head. She lived the next three weeks by staying in her room, only leaving for classes. Winky, the post-Malfoy house-elf who now works for Hogwarts, brought Hermione food, but would only see her eat it once a day. Hermione grew extremely sick. She looked pale with dark circles under her eyes. Her arms and legs were weak, due to the malnutrition. She wasn't quite at the skin and bones stage, but was definitely heading down the right path.


Halloween was coming up, but Hermione showed no enthusiasm as she normally would have. It was the only holiday that she felt completely free. She loved the holidays, but Halloween was her favorite. As the holiday drew less that three days away, students were constantly talking excitedly and getting ready for the occasion. There was to be a Halloween ball, that the Heads and prefects would have to plan and prepare. Since Hermione was in no physical or mental state to give a damn and Draco was off moping around, the prefects were left to plan the ball by themselves. They weren't doing a bad job either. They had come up with a music system to cut back on costs, and they were able to get the food in order. The only thing the prefects couldn't settle between them was what kind of decorations. Of course they would be scary, but the girls wanted themed décor, but the guys just wanted to make skeletons and green ooze seep and pop out of nowhere to turn the ball into more of a haunted house.

"We are NOT having shit bust out of nowhere! This is not a haunted house! It's a dance, a ball, a rave!" shouted Hannah Abbott.

"I'm not saying turn the entire dance into a haunted house, but couldn't we just put like a little section or another room where we do have a walk-in scare-a-thon?" argued Blaise Zabini.

"The idea was the theme the dance, not make it a family attraction!"

"That's not! You could at least think about it. It'd be one hell of a party."

"That's just it. It's not a party, it's a dance. Now quit it, Zabini! We're not doing that."

"Guys, stop. I have a solution. Why don't we just decorate the Hall as a dungeon seen, and then just make terrorizing things walk around, like skeletons, but they could dance around. We could also have people attached to the walls by chains, but of course they'd be like fake people, done with magic. Then, it'll be themed, but have a scary aspect to it," said Ron.

"That's a brilliant idea!" exclaimed Luna Lovegood and Hannah in unison.

"Yea, that's a good idea. How'd you think of that?" said Blaise.

"I was able to talk to Hermione about the dance, and she said it'd be a great way to combine the two ideas," Ron said.

"This is going to be the best Halloween Ball yet!" exclaimed Hannah as she got up and left the prefects' common room.

Little did any of them know what was actually churning in the mind of the present Weasley. There was only four days until his 'probation' was lifted, and he was going to make sure Hermione wouldn't tell a soul a word.


A/N: So what did you think? Thank you to all who have previously R&R and I haven't personally acknowledged them. This is my acknowledgement to all of you. :] Thanks for all of you who read the story and are excited for more!

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