I've been getting some out of the blue renewed interest in this story, as many would be aware I don't update this very often and for that Im sorry. I am endeavouring to finish this story eventually, its not abandoned however the slide into the finish may not be as detailed as the beginning so if it feels rushed I apologise! there of course will be smut (this is a smut heavy story after all) So here's a little chapter to tie you guys over while I attempt to work on this story more. Thanks for the supportive comments and messages.

My lessons with Harry weren't going as well as mine and Severus' had been, I hated to admit it but Severus was right, Harry was absolute rubbish at this, he seemed incapable of clearing his mind. I had no idea Harry even had so much on his mind in all honesty. Trying to be patient and not snap at him like Severus had done in the past I watched Harry pace my room in frustration.

'I can't do it Hermione! I just can't, I tried in the past and I'm trying now and all I am doing is failing, oh and wasting your time'

'Harry, you are not wasting my time, we just need to find your focus somehow, its different for some people, tell me Harry when is it in the past where you need to focus, that you do your best to block every distraction out to accomplish a task? Transfiguration? Potions? Certainly not History of Magic given you fall asleep every lesson'.

Harry was getting excited now, 'Hermione that's it! Though its not any of my lessons, its Quidditch! When I have to block out the crowd and the weather and the other players to focus on finding the snitch. Just a second give me a moment'. Looking determined he focused on a spot beyond my head, his eyes still open, I could see something in them change.

'Okay try now Hermione'.

'Alright then, Legilimens' I whispered.

I was now looking at nothing, well not quite nothing, an empty Quidditch pitch, he had done it, he had cleared his mind.

'Oh Harry you did it! You cleared your mind, thats the first step, you're nearly there!'.

Picking me up and twirling me around, 'I couldn't have done it without you Hermione, I never would have accomplished this with Snape, thank you for having faith in me'

Giving him a kiss on the cheek goodnight I felt happy and full of energy, I think I'll go for a walk, it was still relatively early and I wanted to get out in the fresh air.

With a spring in my step at my success at teaching Harry to clear his mind I decided to go check on my Herbology assignment in Greenhouse three. Everything was going according to plan, my relationship with Severus and Draco was every bit as exhilarating and comforting as I hoped a relationship would be, Harry was feeling positive, and I had a hunch my powers were now at their full potential. Severus had taught me to shield my magic from others as he does, lest I start attracting questions and trouble. Just as I rounded the corner of Greenhouse two I heard a voice mumble 'Petrificus Totalus'. A second too late I realised that it was meant for me, another five seconds was all it took for me to realise that despite being the most powerful witch currently in existence I couldn't throw off this hex. I could feel my wand buzzing in my robe pockets, it was trying to connect with my hands with no avail. I couldn't understand, I can do wandless and wordless magic, how was this possible? Eventually my attackers came into my vision, I was still secretly hoping this was a house mate prank. Two large and meaty heads crowded my vision, Crabbe and Goyle? Just fucking great, the two buffoons of Slytherin house get the drop on me? If I survive this Harry and Ron will surely kill me to put me out of my embarrassment related suffering.

The way they were looking at me was now starting to create a storm of panic, there was genuine malice in their eyes.

Goyle was now pressing his shoe against my face, I could smell the clean fresh dirt of Hogwarts, tears of fear and humiliation were streaming down my face.

'Don't cry mudblood, we haven't even got started have we Crabbe?'.

'We cant let Draco have all the fun with you mudblood, our fathers told us what he did to you'.

My eyes somehow must have shown the abject terror I was feeling as Goyle chuckled to my reaction with great satisfaction.

'Don't worry little mud blood we ain't gonna fuck ya, our fathers would kill us if we put our dicks in your kind, nah we're going to hurt you, we're going to hurt you real bad and if ya die then we'll leave your dead body in the forbidden forest'.

At that terrifying pronouncement Goyle's boot kicked me in the back of the head, Crabbe had started kicking me in the ribs. The pain was near overwhelming, it was only 10 seconds into their attack that I realised I probably wouldn't survive this, they were far too strong and violent and my body far too weak and unprotected. Wishing I could curl up in a ball to try and protect my face and organs I hated my magic for not protecting me. From that thought I could feel my magic blossoming around my injuries, I could feel the pain lessening some what, concentrating on focusing my magic I tried to imagine layers of protection and healing around my body. I knew I couldn't keep this up for long, already Goyle's kicks into my head were starting to rob me of consciousness, I needed someone to find and save me from my attackers. At that a spark behind my eyes, the feelings of protectiveness and power, what was that? Severus? I could feel his energy in that spark, as a last final ditch effort to survive I focused on that spark and tried to imagine me sending an SOS signal to Severus and Draco as well through our imprinting. I don't know how much time had passed, I was losing consciousness and then I felt them, Severus and Draco, in my mind, frantic, not knowing where I was just feeling panic, hoping they would find me I lost my battle with the oncoming darkness and fell into the abyss.