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Chapter 9
Harry and Dumbeldore returned soon and McGonall retold the story that Harry had told her. Dumbeldore looked like he was going to faint after hearing the story. His face bcame pale as a sheet of paper and all the gleam and glisten disappeared from his ice blue eyes.
"This is a very serious case. I just recently heard that Miss. Lovegood was pregnant with Mr. Weasly's child also. I know that all students should feel safe at Hogwarts, but I feel that this isn't the place for our three victims. I think it will be best fi we send Harry and Hermione home for the rest of the term. Its not log before Christmas holidays anyways. Just two weeks. We'll send all your work with you, so you won't be behind, and you may return to Hogwarts after holiday break. I think it best that Miss. Lovegood be sent home also. I will deal with Mr. Weasly. Rest assure, he won't be here when you retur after break.", Dumbeldore told the two young people in front of him.
"Dumebeldore, I don't have a home to go back to. Do you really think this is all needed? Sending us away from Hogwarts? Why don't you send Ron home?", Harry asked in a rather irrated voice.
Dumeldore shook his head, sighing a little. "Harry, I'm sure the Grangers' would allow you to stay with them for a small amount of time. I would rather not send Ronald home. I would like to deal with himself. As for Miss. Lovegoood, I believe she can get more proper care from her faher than here at Hogwarts."
"Hermione dear, would you like to sleep in my room tonight? We can go get you some clean clothes and you can take a nice, warm shower. How does that sound?", McGonall asked, rubbing Hermione's shoulder softly.
Hermione nodded, moving closer to McGonall. She knew she would be safe with her. She wouldn't let anything happen to her. She knew it. She hated the idea of leaving Hogwarts, but was pleased that Luna and Harry were being watched after also.
"Harry, do you think you'll be alright in your own room? Or would you like to stay with me?", Dumbeldore asked in a low, sad tone.
"I'll be alright in my room.I think I can manage. When will we leave tp go Hermione's house?", Harry asked.
"Tomorrow morning. Before every one else wakes up. I'll contact Hermione's parents at once. Mr. Lovegood will also be contacted about his daughter. Come along Harry, I'll walk you back to your room.", Dumbeldore answered him.
Harry quickly walked over to Hermione, giving her big hug. "Everything is going to be alright now. You'll be safe now. I promise you. I will see you in the morning", Harry whispered in Hermione's ear before walking off down the hall with Dumbeldore.
"Miss. Granger, could you sit out here for just a few minutes? I'm going to call for Snape. I'll leave him to take care of Mr. Weasly.", McGonall told Hermione as she walked into the office.
Hermione sat on the wooden bench outside of McGonall's office door. She looked down into her lap, hot tears stinging at her eyes again. She forced them back. She wasn't going to cry anymore. No, thats what Ron wanted. To see that he had brought pain to her. She wasn't going to let Ron know that. Hermione was jerked from her thoughts as she heard footsteps nearing her. She looked up to Snape walking down the hallway. He glanced at Hermione, offereing her a small smile of comfort before he disappeared into McGonall's closed door. In a few minutes, Snape, McGonall, and Ron emerged from the office.
Snape was holding Ron tightly by the upper arm. Hermione looked over Ron, her face still tear stained and her eyes puffy from crying. Ron's mouth was swollen and dry blood at the edge of his nose. He looked a horribe state.
McGonall made a motion for Snape to take Ron away, which he did, basically dragging him. McGonall walked over to Hermione, who was now standing. She wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulders and led her down the hallway to her own room.
After showering and getting into clean clothes, Hermione climbed into the bed that McGonall conjured up for her across the room. Hermione lay there, trying to sleep, but she simply couldn't. She couldn't sleep because every time she tried she thought of Ron. She thought of his breath smelling like Firewhiskey. She thought of him pushing her on the bed and undressing her. She thought of him plunging his fingers deeper and deeper into her and of his lips curled around her nipple. All she could think of was Ron and how he had treated her. Then her thoughts faded to Harry. How he had saved her. He had promised everything would be alright. Hermione finally fell asleep with the image of Harry's smiling face ad piercing green eyes in her mind.
