(A/N: This is a story inspired by the song "What Would You Do?" by City High. It is a great song that has a wonderful message.)
Chapter 1: Big Mistake
Hermione walked through the dark streets of London. It was 10:30 at night, and as a 17 year old girl all alone in the city, Hermione felt very vulnerable. She walked by a club, the word 'Oasis' flashing in neon letters. She stopped and looked at the doors, thinking. What the hell, I have nothing better to do.
She walked in, payed the admission fee, then entered a huge room filled with people. The music was literally shaking the walls. Hermione felt that she stood out, because almost all the women were wearing tight, revealing clothing. She was wearing a flowing lavender skirt with a white blouse. She walked over to the bar and ordered a non-alcoholic strawberry drink.
"Hey, girl, what's up?" a voice shouted in her ear.
Hermione turned and was face-to-face with a rather attractive man. He looked about 22, with dark brown hair and blazing blue eyes. He had his bangs spiked up in the popular style.
"Hi," Hermione said. She was nervous. She never thought she would be in a situation like this. She knew what this guy was thinking.
"My name's David, what's yours? David said.
"Hermione." As soon as she said it, she regretted it. She didn't feel comfortable giving out personal information to strangers.
"Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" David asked.
Hermione considered this. The blaring music was starting to give her a headache, but her mother's warning against leaving with strangers, ecspecially men, kept coming back to her. They only want to rape you. Hermione knew her mother was right. Her mother had been a victim of the same thing, and Hermione was the result.
"No," Hermione said. "I'm fine here."
David looked angry, but he said, "Okay, see ya." in a calm voice, and turned to walk away. When Hermione turned the other way, David came back, pulled out a bottle, and emptyed it into Hermione's drink. Smiling slyly, he turned and walked off.
Hermione's head was pounding. Why was she still here? She should have left hours ago, when her head was just starting to ache. Now her headache was joined with nausea. She got up to leave and almost tripped over a passed out woman, who was surounded by guys, looking at her and laughing as they planned what to do to her. Hermione shuddered and walked to the front door. Who should she see there but David.
"What's wrong?" he asked, and he sounded genuinely concerned.
"My head hurts so bad, I can barely walk, and I feel like I have to throw up."
"Yeah, if you're not in clubs that much, they can do that to ya. Would you like me to walk you home?"
Hermione tried to think, but her head hurt so bad. So she just agreed. Anyway, she would like the company. She was so lonely in London by herself.
They went out of the double doors into the cool night. They had only walked a couple blocks when Hermione collapsed. She would have hit her head on the cement if David hadn't been there to catch her. He picked her up and started to carry her down the street. Hermione tried to protest, but it was too painful. David carried her to the hotel she was staying at, (how he knew where she was staying, Hermione didn't know), then up to her room, and laid her on the bed. He got some ice in a plastic bag and placed it gently on her forehead.
"That's really all I can do," David said softly.
"Thank you, David," Hermione said.
She thought he was going to leave, but David started stroking her forehead. Hermione closed her eyes. His touch was soft and warm. His fingers trailed down to her cheek, then to her neck. When she felt them go past her collar, and her eyes snapped open.
"What are you doing?" she said. She lifted her head, and a fresh wave of pain washed over her. She groaned and laid back again.
"Shhhhh," David whispered. "Don't worry. Just let me do this. It will take away the pain."
Part of Hermione wanted to shove his hands away and scream at him. But part of her trusted him. He was so gentle. He was nothing like those other guys at the club.
"Okay."
She could feel him unbuttoning her blouse, then his hands trailing down to her stomach. Then his lips followed. Then the most wonderful feeling swept over Hermione, drowing the pain.
(A/N: Okay, that's the first chapter. If enough people like it, I will write more chapters. Don't think I'm a pervert, or that I'm an expert on this subject. I'm not. I'm only 12, for God's sake. I got some of this out of a Madeline L'Engle book. (Yes, she wrote about this, not the club thing, but the sex will take away the pain thing.) See ya'll later!)