A/N: Hello everyone and Thank you once again for all of your reviews! Actually Thanks for just taking the time to read my story, I am so happy to share this with you all! I've decided to change the Genre of this story because I know that it has definitely drifted far from a Comedy type, so just wanted to remind you that this is now an Angst/Suspense story. I hope that you'll keep reading and Enjoy!

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**~~~~~~** Chapter 8 **~~~~~~**

Last night she had pondered what the reason was that no teachers had even come near the classroom during the time that Malfoy had attacked her. She had gone to speak to Professor McGonagall and learned that the detention start time have been move an hour later. The teacher had shown up after Hermione had left and seeing that the students had not shown up figured that they hadn't received the notices. He had reported it to Professor McGonagall and now they had another detention session for Monday of the upcoming week.

Hermione had argued that she had been wrongfully informed and therefore shouldn't have had to spend another detention session but of course McGonagall did not budge for a moment. She had agreed however, to subtract one hour from each session.

Hermione had spent nearly 20 minutes to finish her Essay for Potions class. Then the next two hours she had used to research ways for a plan to fight against Malfoy and Zabini. She had missed Divination, which was her third hour, with the excuse that she didn't feel well and had immediately rushed to the library. Lavender had just left. She had been helping her for the past half hour or so and had finally left to meet with Parvati.

So far, Hermione had found simple spells. Slow pain inducing sells that could end up being deadly had caught her attention momentarily, but she knew that she did not want to kill either of them. She had made it very clear to herself that all she wanted was to scare the crap out of them so bad that they would never treat another girl in that manner again.

Then she had spotted another spell. It was called Corpus Possideam.

She had found that spell in one of the books at the far back corners, near the Dark Magic Section.

The spell seemed to allow you to posses and control the body of the victim. Almost like a supernatural possession, except this sell depended more on mind control, or telekinesis. It was a very difficult looking spell. Hermione copied down the directions and hurried off to Potions class.

Nearly all of the students were already in the classroom. She looked over at her table and her stomach clenched when she saw that familiar metallic blonde hair. She tried to calm down her racing heart. Everything about her was telling her to run, to get as far away from this room as possible. She closed her eyes, exhaled slowly and went to sit at her assigned seat.

All she had to do was ignore him. Pretend he wasn't there. She had to put her complete focus on Professor Snapes monotonous voice.

When Professor Snape asked for the Essays the students began passing them forward. She had to pass hers to Malfoy.

With a swift movement she pushed her paper towards him. She turned over at Harry sitting at his table to try to stop her hand from shaking. Had he noticed it?

She doubted it. During the rest of the class Hermione and Malfoy worked together on the second step of the potion. Which was to ground then add the next ingredient.

He was grinding the ingredient into a powder like substance in a small pestle. Hermione was intensely watching the temperature of the water in the cauldron.

She jumped when she felt Malfoys arm brush against hers as he added the powder into the water.

She tried not to flinch away from him and instead calmly and casually stepped aside.

She knew he was watching her, she could see it out of the corner of her eyes.

She cleared her throat and in an attempt to make him stop watching her she said:

"Are you sure that was enough?" She flinched at the sound of her voice, it was shaking.

She noticed he took a step toward her and involuntarily she stepped back. She put her hand up to her chest as if to protect herself.

She mentally hit herself. Why was she letting him know that she was scared shitless of him! She needed to stop that.

"What?" she snapped and was pleased to hear her voice was strong and firm.

Malfoy only turned back to the cauldron and continued to pour some more of the powder into it.

Hermione had never been so happy to hear the sound of the bell ring. Unfortunately it took her slightly shaking hands a little longer to pack all her notes and potions book. When she glanced to the door she recognized Harry and Ron as they left cheerfully chatting. She pulled the book bag over her shoulder and looked for Lavender, spotting her she began towards her when she felt someone take hold of her arm. She turned to see who it was and she felt the blood drain from her face.

Malfoy was looking down at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

Hermione looked around the classroom and felt her stomach drop as the last student exited the room, and Snape was nowhere to be found. She was alone again with Malfoy.

She tried to pull her arm free of his grip and he instantly let her go.

"We need to talk." He said curtly.

Hermione stared at him confused. She felt that familiar feeling of anger and irritation begin to burn in her chest as she remembered how many times she had asked to speak to him and had been rudely declined.

"I have nothing to say to you." She said her expression an icy facade.

She was happy to hear her voice had an icy ring to it. It didn't seem to faze him though.

"I see you haven't mentioned our . . . encounter . . . to anyone." He continued ignoring her.

She stared at him trying not to glare at him.

"Is that what you're waiting for?" She snapped.

He seemed to stiffen for a moment, looked around the room then glared at her. He took a step closer to her and in a blink of the eye he gripped both her arms tightly.

"Look Mudblood, I think it's in your best interest to keep what happened to yourself. Understand?"

Before she had time to react he had let her go and stepping around her he began towards the door.

She couldn't help it and whirled around after him.

"Because that's what you want, right?" She snapped.

He stopped and turned to her.

She straightened and glared at him. She could feel her whole body vibrate with anger, and still at the back of her head she realized that what she was doing was stupid. All of her senses were spiraling. She shouldn't be taunting him, not here while she was alone.

"Because that's what's in your best interest?" She continued.

She saw his hands clench. For some reason she realized that he was trying to keep himself under control.

She didn't realize what she was doing until it was too late. She was standing in front of him, inches away.

"You might want to watch your back Malfoy. " She threatened him. She noticed his eyes widen for a mere second.

As she walked out the door she turned to make sure that he wasn't following her and was pleased to see him still standing there frozen on the spot. With a look of bewilderment etched all over his face.

During dinnertime Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table chatting cheerfully with Harry and Ron. She was so proud of herself that she had stood up to Malfoy, even after what he had done to her. Even while she was shaking out of her socks from fear, she had showed him she would be brave, and it would take a lot more than harassment to break her.

Lavender sat beside her. She seemed a little odd, looking around frantically, pulling her bangs aside more often than needed.

"Hey Lavender, is something wrong?" Hermione asked her friend.

Lavender cleared her throat and shook her head.

"I just wanted to talk to you before you headed out to detention."

Hermione waited for Lavender to continue.

"I was with Blaise before coming for dinner.' She whispered. "He told me that Malfoy was infuriated, he told Blaise that he was going to put you in your place. What happened between you two?"

Hermione felt her blood drain from her face.

"That one time that you. . . It was him, wasn't it?"

Hermione looked around to make sure no one could overhear. Then she turned sharply to her friend. "Shush! Lavender, watch what you say!" she whispered angrily.

Lavender blushed madly. "Sorry."

Hermione felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She got that weird feeling again, like someone was watching her. She turned to the Slytherin table and her eyes met Malfoys. His elbow was propped atop the table, his chin resting on his propped hand. His expression was cold and his stare was icy and calculating.

She turned back to her friend trying to seem indifferent.

"Don't worry about it, you know how Malfoy is, he's all talk."

That seemed to calm Lavender down. She turned to speak to Parvati.

Hermione wished it had calmed her nerves as well. Her stomach tightened as she reached the door to the detention area.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She needed to act normal. She couldn't let him think that she was scared of him. She had to keep fooling Malfoy into thinking that he was not getting to her anymore.

"Are you just going to stand there all night?"

She jumped with a loud gasp and whirled around.

Malfoy stood in front of her, inches away. Her back was against the door.

His eyes stared coolly into hers.

She reached with her hand behind her back for the doorknob, her gaze never leaving his face. He arrogantly smiled again. His head slightly inclined to the side.

"Well?" He smirked.

He leaned in closer, his arm brushed against her waist. She flinched away from his ever nearing face.

She felt his fingers brush against hers, and next thing she knows the door swings open.

Losing her balance she began to fall backwards, her hand automatically snatched desperately at his robes. His hand grabbed her arm, holding her upright.

She gulped, still staring at his eyes.

He let her go and without a second glance he passed her as he entered the classroom.

The two hours of detention went by rather slow. Hermione had taken out the notes from the library and was reading through them by the time that the teacher at the front of the class stood.

"Alright, your session is over. You are dismissed."
B y the time Hermione got back to the Gryffindor common room she was beginning to yawn.

She sat down at one of the comfortable chairs near the fireplace and was reading over the spell she had researched. The last thing she remembered was reading that the use of a wand could help to prolong the spells effect, but the person who was casting the spell had to have total concentration. If the person strayed or was interrupted, the victim would immediately know who the caster was.

She was in the detention classroom again. The scenes from the night before kept repeating in her dreams. This time though, he ripped at her clothes, his hands snaked around her thighs. Her hands pushed against him, but she couldn't budge him. Her frantic screams filled the common room.

She felt some one shake her, trying to pull her from her nightmares. She could feel his lips on her neck again, vividly. She fought and scratched against his assault.

"Hermione! Hermione wake up!"

It was Harrys voice. She opened her eyes frantically, looking around. The common room was dark. The only light in the grand room was from the fireplace. It was dim and dying.

She looked into Harrys eyes. Her vision blurred and she wrapped her arms around him desperately. She felt him hold her, whispering to her that she was safe.

She was comforted by his soft words. Soon she was barely whimpering.

She released him and sat back wiping her eyes quickly.

"I – I'm sorry Harry, it was a nightmare." She whispered.

Harry was silent for a moment.

"Did . . . Something happen?" He whispered.

She looked up at him shocked.

"It's just that . . . you were saying things that made me think . . ."

"It was just a nightmare Harry." She said and cleared her throat.

"Hermione I . . ." Harry began but Hermione got to her feet quickly.

"I should get to bed, it's late. Goodnight Harry." She interrupted.

As she lay in bed hugging her pillow, she remembered what had happened before they had entered the classroom.

How close Malfoy had been. How her heart had raced with fear, how his eyes were digging into hers.

She closed her eyes remembering how much she hated him. He had always treated her terribly. Insulting her in front of everyone seemed to be his favorite pastime. She hated how he humiliated her publicly so easily. What he had tried to do to her.

She would never forgive him. She would make him pay.

. . . . . . . .

Harry sat in the common room after Hermione had rushed up the stairs.

He had had Quidditch practice later that day and had just gotten back from the field. He had stayed to clean the equipment the team had used during practice.

Hermione had had a bruise on her neck. He was sure that's what it had been. The marks had slightly resembled finger marks. As if someone had tried to strangle her.

He looked into the fireplace the low and dying flames in the hearth danced reflections in his green eyes.

Something had happened to Hermione. He was sure of that as well. He was confused though. Why would she keep something so serious like that to herself?

Hermione had grown very close to him in the last few years. He felt the urge to protect her. How could he do that if she didn't trust him?

Her screams had sent chills up his spine. She had been horrified.

He was positive that she had dreamed what had happened, and her attacker.

He sighed.

He would have to keep a closer eye on her. If she wasn't going to tell him herself, he would have to figure it out from what he saw around her.