Lord keep me safe tonight…

The Slytherins looked up and grinned as Hermione entered the common room that night, Goyle leading her up the stairs. They all knew what was going on. Her offer and Oliver's acceptance. Goyle knocked on the door and it opened, revealing Blaise. He nodded and Goyle pushed Hermione into the room, closing the door. Blaise glanced over at Oliver, who was writing something down at a desk and then left the room. Hermione walked over to a chair and sat down. She felt weak. She had emptied all the contents of her stomach that afternoon, followed by a long cry.

She looked up and watched Oliver finish writing. He then attached the letter to an owl's leg. The owl squawked and then flew out through a small window. Hermione watched as he poured some dark liquid into two glasses and offered her one. She shook her head, looking away. He smiled, swigging the whole thing down in one gulp.

"Not thirsty… well, I wouldn't think so," he said. He pulled her up to stand and reached up, his fingers running down her neck. Just his touch made her skin crawl and her eyes close in absolute disgust and loathing for the young man. He leaned in, his teeth sinking into her flesh and making her cry out. He grabbed her shoulders before she could pull away. He smiled into her skin.

"Don't expect me to be easy just because you're a virgin," he growled. Hermione let out a sob as he shoved her up against the wall, one hand making its way up her skirt while the other kept a grip on her neck. She cried when she felt him touch her, his fingers playing around with her. She tried to shove him away, but she had grown weak over the past few weeks from lack of eating and he was bigger, taller, stronger and much more experienced. He forced his body against hers, pressing her against the wall. His teeth raked over her skin as his hands came up to her blouse. He ripped it off her, making her gasp, giving him easy access to her mouth. Tears poured down her cheek as he plunged his tongue into the depths of her mouth. She bit down hard catching lip and tongue, causing him to yelp and pull back. He reached up and touched his bleeding lip and tongue and grinned at her.

"You want to play rough Granger. Then we'll play rough," he hissed. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Hermione yelped when she hit the mattress. She tried to scramble off, but he grabbed her legs and twisted her around on her back. She cried as he pulled off her skirt. He removed his own shirt and pants before forcing himself on her, making it impossible for her to move. She sobbed as his lips once again made contact with her neck. He repositioned himself so that he was straddling her, his hands fiddling with her knickers. She screamed when his teeth bit down on her breast and she begged him to stop, but he ignored her.

She didn't know how, but some how she managed to knee him and crawl out of the bed. She staggered across the floor when someone grabbed her ankles. She screamed and fell forward.

"NO!" she screamed, kicking out. She caught him in the eye and slipped away. She began to crawl across the floor when he grabbed again. He yanked her to him, his hands making contact with her face. He hit her until she was barely conscious and then he had his way with her right there on the floor. Her feeble whimpers for him to stop went unnoticed all through the night as he screwed her again and again.

Harry and Ginny were the last ones left in the common room that night. Ginny was sitting in his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck as they sat there, enjoying the warmth. Ginny glanced up at Harry.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked. He looked down at her then back at the fire.

"I… Hermione…" he answered. "There's something wrong with her, Ginny. She wouldn't do something like that…" he whispered. Ginny frowned.

"Harry, we've been over this already. There's no other reason why she'd possibly go with Oliver accept for the fact that she might actually be attracted to him," she whispered. Harry shook his head.

"There's something wrong, Ginny," Harry said. "There's something we've over looked." Ginny groaned.

"Harry. Why can't you accept the fact that Hermione might actually have fallen for a Slytherin?" she asked.

"Because!" He shouted, standing up. Ginny jumped off his lap and looked up at him as he paced, running his fingers through his unruly hair.

"Because… I don't want to accept the fact that Hermione would break Ron's heart that fast. This isn't Hermione."

"You're right. This isn't Hermione. But that's not our problem anymore, Harry," Ginny said standing up. "We've lost her and that's something we're going to have to live with, whether or not we want to…"

"They've done something to her," he whispered. Ginny sighed.

"What are you going to do, Harry? You have no proof. Even Dumbledore's looked at her… if Dumbledore's right then you're just going to have to accept that," she murmured, touching his arm. Harry pulled away and headed for the stairs.

"Yeah… I know," he whispered before going up the stairs. Ginny's shoulders sagged and she sat back down, watching as the embers died down. What was going on with Hermione?

Hermione woke up, sore and violated. Her face ached, bleeding from the gash by her temple. Her legs throbbed and were stiff. Her throat was tight from screaming and crying. Yet, she didn't cry now. She had shed so many tears that night that there were no more. She lay in the bed, black satin sheets covering her naked body. Oliver had left the room an hour ago. Her eyes trained on a spot on the floor, she blinked. She had reached that point. That point where she had turned cold, her heart gone along with her innocence. She was a hollowed shell, following orders and taking crap with only the sliver of hope that was now starting to fade from her memory. Was she that far gone? Had that one night taken away all humanity from her? She felt nothing. No guilt. No shame. No pain. She was empty.

She jerked when she heard the door open and someone crossed over to the bed. She didn't move as fingers trailed over her exposed arm which clutched the sheets. The person leaned forward.

"Come down stairs now," he ordered. Shaken from her trance, she did as she was ordered, pulling the sheets around her body and following him out. Or rather, tried to follow him. She kept on staggering about. She kept her head down as she stumbled down the stairs and her knees buckled, weak from last night. She collapsed, her fall greeted with howls of laughter.

"Pick her up!" Oliver snapped. Two fifth years, hefted her up and dragged her rest of the way, throwing her down. She cried out when she hit the ground and rolled to a stop, her head hitting something else on the floor. Pulling the sheets more tightly around her, she struggled to her knees and then stumbled back, eyes wide with fright. The Slytherins just laughed.

It was her father.

His wide eyes stared back at her out of a pale face. His limp body lay crumpled on the floor. She just stared, her mind blank. If it had been any other time, she would have cried. But now…

She looked up at Oliver.

"I thought you said you wouldn't hurt him," she whispered, her voice raspy and small from her screaming last night. He just smiled.

"I lied," he said with a smirk. Her shoulders sagged and a single tear fell down her pale cheek. Oliver turned to Draco and nodded. Draco nodded and turned to the mass.

"I want this body off the premises by tonight or I'll be removing your dead carcasses out of here," he snarled. Three boys came forward and grabbed the body and left with it. Hermione just watched, to drained to do anything. More tears fell down her face as the body disappeared and guilt suddenly flooded into her with an overwhelming pressure. Her father was dead…

Oliver motioned for the girls to leave and then he and Draco left themselves. Before Oliver left however, he turned to the boys remaining and grinned.

"Do with her what you wish," he said. The door slammed behind him and Hermione's eyes snapped to attention. Her breathing stopped and she started to scramble desperately for the stairs. A large sixth year grabbed her and pulled her back into the group. Her scream rent the air. Her cries went unheard.

How did it come to this…