A/N: Okay, I know this has been done, and done, and then done a couple
times more but it just fits in so very, very well! Again if I need to up
the rating any you lovely, lovely people will let me know wontcha?
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Hermione opened her eyes. She felt the damp stone underneath her. She was in the dungeons. She tried to sit up to look around. She gasped. A stabbing pain ran through her whole lower body. She looked down at her legs.
"Oh, oh no! No! NO!" Her robes had been ripped and torn. Her legs were bruised and bleeding. Her eyes fell upon a small puddle of liquid near her. It wasn't blood. It was something else. Fear began to take hold of Hermione. She began to believe the worst. She had to get up. She had to get out of her. She had to tell someone.
Struggling to get up her legs crumpled beneath her. She screamed but her cries only rebounded off the hard stone walls.
She curled into ball on the damp ground shivering and crying until she lost consciousness again.
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"Stupid Filch. How come he hates Dungbombs so much. There's no real reason. There can't be. I bet it's just because he hates anything that brings joy and happiness to anyone. Yeah, that's it. Asshole."
Upon finding Ron with a month's supply of Dungbombs, Filch had sent Ron to the darkest murkiest corners of the dungeons to clean out what Ron was sure were century's worth of dust and mould.
His musings on Filch's unjustified hatred of anything good and holy were interrupted by a faint whimpering. It didn't seem to be that far away, and bored out of his proverbial tree, Ron decided to move in for closer inspection.
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Hermione could see two unesrthly eyes staring down at her. He was holding her down. She writhed under his grip. "What's wrong 'Mione?" "Don't call me that! You can't call me that! You can't-" "There, there. Shut up 'Mione. After all, you should be enjoying this. You never forget your first time do you 'Mione-'Mione-HERMIONE!"
She woke up with a start, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Oh God. 'Mione what the hell happened?"
"Ron?"
"Yes, yes it's me. What happened? Who did this?!"
"I-I don't know. I can't remember. Oh Ron. It was so awful." Hermione dissolved into tears.
Ron felt as if his heart had been wrenched from his body. He held her, gently cradling her head, stroking her hair.
"Shh, its okay. Everything's okay. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
He moved her ever so slightly, resting her head against his chest. He put one arm under her legs and as gently as he could lifted her up.
"Are you okay, I didn't hurt you?"
Hermione nodded.
Before she knew what had happened, Hermione was in the hospital wing. Ron laid her out on one of the beds.
"I have to go outside 'Mione. Madam Pomfrey is going to look after you."
Hermione clutched at Ron's sleeve. "Don't go, please."
"Shh, don't worry. I'll be just outside. Shh, don't cry. It's okay. It'll be over soon. I'll be back." He kissed her softly, winked and left the room, not for one minute letting her see the utter rage that was steadily building up inside him.
"I'll find out who did this to her. If it kills me, I'll find out."
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Hermione opened her eyes. She felt the damp stone underneath her. She was in the dungeons. She tried to sit up to look around. She gasped. A stabbing pain ran through her whole lower body. She looked down at her legs.
"Oh, oh no! No! NO!" Her robes had been ripped and torn. Her legs were bruised and bleeding. Her eyes fell upon a small puddle of liquid near her. It wasn't blood. It was something else. Fear began to take hold of Hermione. She began to believe the worst. She had to get up. She had to get out of her. She had to tell someone.
Struggling to get up her legs crumpled beneath her. She screamed but her cries only rebounded off the hard stone walls.
She curled into ball on the damp ground shivering and crying until she lost consciousness again.
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"Stupid Filch. How come he hates Dungbombs so much. There's no real reason. There can't be. I bet it's just because he hates anything that brings joy and happiness to anyone. Yeah, that's it. Asshole."
Upon finding Ron with a month's supply of Dungbombs, Filch had sent Ron to the darkest murkiest corners of the dungeons to clean out what Ron was sure were century's worth of dust and mould.
His musings on Filch's unjustified hatred of anything good and holy were interrupted by a faint whimpering. It didn't seem to be that far away, and bored out of his proverbial tree, Ron decided to move in for closer inspection.
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Hermione could see two unesrthly eyes staring down at her. He was holding her down. She writhed under his grip. "What's wrong 'Mione?" "Don't call me that! You can't call me that! You can't-" "There, there. Shut up 'Mione. After all, you should be enjoying this. You never forget your first time do you 'Mione-'Mione-HERMIONE!"
She woke up with a start, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Oh God. 'Mione what the hell happened?"
"Ron?"
"Yes, yes it's me. What happened? Who did this?!"
"I-I don't know. I can't remember. Oh Ron. It was so awful." Hermione dissolved into tears.
Ron felt as if his heart had been wrenched from his body. He held her, gently cradling her head, stroking her hair.
"Shh, its okay. Everything's okay. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
He moved her ever so slightly, resting her head against his chest. He put one arm under her legs and as gently as he could lifted her up.
"Are you okay, I didn't hurt you?"
Hermione nodded.
Before she knew what had happened, Hermione was in the hospital wing. Ron laid her out on one of the beds.
"I have to go outside 'Mione. Madam Pomfrey is going to look after you."
Hermione clutched at Ron's sleeve. "Don't go, please."
"Shh, don't worry. I'll be just outside. Shh, don't cry. It's okay. It'll be over soon. I'll be back." He kissed her softly, winked and left the room, not for one minute letting her see the utter rage that was steadily building up inside him.
"I'll find out who did this to her. If it kills me, I'll find out."