Danger Ahead

Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments) Divination Assignment #5.

Task: Pick a symbol and write a story using all the prompts listed.

ยท Skull: (Word) Danger, (Word/Location) Path, (Plot/Action) Someone being in your way.

Entry for Word Prompt Express.

Prompt: (38) Attack.

Warning: Sexual harassment and a forced kiss.

Try as she might, Hermione Granger couldn't shake the feeling that she was in danger. She was currently on the path leading back from the Herbology classrooms, and it was eerily silent. Hermione prided herself on being a calm, rational girl, and it irritated her to no end that she was reacting like this to being on her own. "Snap out of it! You're smarter than this, and you know nothing is going to happen to you." She told herself crossly.

She stopped in her tracks when she heard a twig snapping behind her. Frozen on the spot, she wondered what to do next. Should she turn around and see what was happening? Or should she make a run for it? Being a brave Gryffindor, she turned around and saw nothing. Releasing the breath she didn't realise she'd been holding, Hermione turned around and crashed into her enemy, Gregory Goyle. His strength helped him to quickly gain the upper hand, and before she knew it, her wand had been taken from her. Hermione was terrified of what he might do, but she would never humiliate herself by letting him know it. Goyle smirked smugly at her.

"I bet you're not so brave and clever without your wand, Granger." His eyes roamed over her body repulsively as he spoke.

She rolled her eyes at him. "What do you want, Goyle? If you don't mind, I'd like to get back to the Gryffindor common room, and you are currently in my way."

Goyle stepped closer menacingly. "Don't roll your eyes at me again, Mudblood. You can get past when I say so, as I want to have a little bit of fun first."

"Wouldn't it be fairer if you gave me back my wand? After all, at the moment it's a bit one sided, isn't it?"

Goyle snorted at her. "Do you think I'm stupid? If I give you the wand, you'll attack me with it and run off."

"So you're admitting that you're an un-noble coward, Goyle?"

He took another step closer, and she fought the desire to take 5 steps back. "In case you forgot, I'm a Slytherin, and I couldn't care less about being noble. Call me a coward again, and I will use the Petrificus Totalus curse on you."

Hermione looked around as surreptitiously as she could, trying to find a way out of her current predicament. She could try running, as he was rather large and probably not as quick as her; yet he currently had her wand, and could aim hexes at her to stop her from getting away. He seemed to realise what she was thinking. "I wouldn't try to get away if I were you, Granger. I could make things very difficult for you if you did."

"I'll say it once again, Goyle, what do you want from me?"

He smirked and licked his lips, while stepping even closer so there was no distance between them. Icy cold repulsion trickled down her spine as she looked at him. Determined not to appear weak by breaking eye contact. "Now, that's a loaded question, my pretty little Mudblood, and I think you know the answer. Despite myself, I want you."

Her worst fear was realised when he roughly grabbed her hair and attacked her lips with his big, fleshy mouth. The kisses were sloppy and vile, but his grip was so tight that she couldn't push him away. His chubby hands started to move all over her body, to places she didn't want him touching; she fought him as much as she could, but it was no use. Finally, she bit his lip, causing him to stop right away and slap her. It hurt immensely, but it was better than him continuing to molest her. "You filthy bitch! How dare you bite me?" He pointed his wand at her furiously. "Kiss me again, or I'll hex you."

She fought to keep the tears at bay, as there was no way the Slytherin was going to see her cry because of him. Taking a deep breath, she kissed him once more; a familiar feeling of disgust returned to her, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his round, cold body. Hermione could feel his erection prodding her thigh, and she shuddered as he brought his hands down and placed them on her legs. 'Please, someone walk past or make a noise, as I can't stand much more of this.' She thought to herself desperately.

Her pleas were answered when she heard a familiar voice calling her.

"Hermione!" It was Ron, thank Merlin.

Goyle stopped abruptly and pushed her away. "Say nothing about this, Mudblood; if you do, I'll make life unbearable for you, Weasel and Potter, got it? I want you, and I'm going to have you; one way or another, you will be mine."

She nodded, willing to agree to anything as long as he gave her wand back and let her go. "My wand."

Goyle smirked and shoved the wand into her hand, before walking past her with a smug grin on his face. Hermione wiped the smug grin right off his face with a well-aimed Jelly-Legs curse, making Goyle slide to the ground. She took a minute to admire her handiwork, and then ran off to find Ron. It didn't take her long to find him, as his tall frame and red hair stood out a mile away. He looked relieved to see her.

"Hermione! I've been looking all over for you, and I was getting worried; are you okay?"

She gathered him into a big hug, and finally allowed herself to cry. Ron was bemused, but he wrapped his arms around her and whispered reassuring things in her ear. "It's alright, Hermione, I don't know what happened, but you're safe now."

They stayed like that until her sobs had subsided, and then they headed back to the Gryffindor common room. Goyle's threats could go to hell, as there was no way she would keep this quiet for him. Gregory Goyle was going to pay.