Hermione struggled against the rough intruder but couldn't escape. The stranger dragged her to her bed, threw her down and pinned her arms down with his knees, leaving his arms free. The lights were off and the curtains drawn. It was very hard to see. Nevertheless, from the very corner of her vision Hermione could see a chair laden with a big dark- colored bag. In a split second thousands of ideas flashed through her head. Was she about to be kidnapped? Raped? How did this guy get in? Was he going to take her out of Hogwarts grounds? Oblivious to her thoughts, He grabbed a wand from the bag and muttered few spells under his breath, sound-proofing the room, locking the doors, and making her incapable of using her voice, her only weapon. Herm tried frantically to squirm out from underneath him but he was too strong. After being slapped several times, Hermione decided to lay low for a while and wait for the stranger to put down his guard. He slid his rough hands along the side of her beautiful body. Tears started to flow from her eyes. To her amazement and fury, He wiped her tears away with his filthy hands. Anger boiled under her skin. He now proceeded once again to touch her. As he caressed her smooth skin, he slowly guided his hands underneath her robes. The nimble fingers swiftly made their way up her legs. As they massaged the inside of her thighs, Hermione slapped him. Then she jumped up form the bed, and ran to the door. Banging hysterically on the door, Herm cried.

In a room just few steps away, Draco sat on his window ledge, looking down upon the land far far underneath. He could see several kids having a picnic and a few swimming in the lake. They looked so peaceful from up here. But really, when you get down there among them, everyone had problems. No one was happy anymore. Draco wondered what it would feel like to soar in the air, feeling the wind blow with him, blow him far away. Getting up from his seat, Draco walked matter-of-factly to a closet, got his broomstick out, and flew out the window. He needed a long refreshing ride.

Hermione was sitting by the door, silently sobbing when the intruder undid the silencing spell. Her voice was back. "HELP!!!" she yelled. The stranger chuckled from behind her. He conjured up five floating candles and placed them high up in the air, forming a star. Hermione turned around slowly as the unexpected light threw daunting shadows about the room. When she faced the man, she gasped in a raspy voice, "It's you!" But before she could say anything else, a jet of orange light shot out from his wand, and Hermione crumbled gradually to the ground, unconscious.

END OF CHAPTER

Sorry about the short chapter but I want to save the suspense… hehe~ I got in trouble in orchestra because I was discussing the story plot with my friend ^-^ well, I'll try to write frequently, so come back soon~