A New Kind of Enemy

Summary- The gang is seventeen now and in their seventh year at Hogwarts.  Voldemort is gone, along with the majority of the deatheaters, including Lucius Malfoy.  Hermione has been dating Victor Krum ever since the Yule Ball in their fourth year, and has fallen deeply in love with him.  But sometimes people surprise you, and arnt who you though they were.  Hermione discovers this about two people, two people she has known for the greater part of her life, and two people who will be working on two opposite extriemes, one trying to save her, and one trying to destroy her. 

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, or anything related to the Harry Potter world.  Ms. Rowling has the pleasure of that.

Spoilers- Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone,

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Pairing- Hermione Granger / Victor Krum at first, but will be a Hermione Granger / Draco Malfoy

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After a long goodbye (which was full of lies and fake affection on Victors part) Hermione was on the train with her parents, leaving Bulgaria to go to their home in Wales.

Hermione was quiet the entire time, which is very much unlike her, and her mother caught it. "Hermione, dear, what's wrong? You have been so quiet! I was expecting you to be halfway to talking my ear off by now." Her mom's small joke was cancelled out when Hermione saw the worry in her mother's eyes, and she could not bear to make them worry more, so she lied. "I'm sorry mum," Hermione said in what she hoped was a sincere voice. "I just find myself missing Victor already." "Ah, that is understandable honey." Her dad said, with a twinkle in his eye. "So I don't suppose you're real interested in the other men in your life?"

And with that, he pulled out a letter from his coat jacket, addressed to Hermione, in what looked like Ron's untidy scrawl. "Oh!" Hermione said, feeling more excitement then she had all break, and took the letter from her father. It read:

Hey Hermione, Why haven't you been answering Harry's and my posts? Oh well, I'm sure you where to busy with Vicky to remember your poor humble others. Anyway, would you like to come finish break with us at the burrow? Harry is already here, and of course Ginny misses you, and wants to hear about all the snogging you where doing. (On reading that, Hermione blushed with shame and embarrassment) please come Hermione! We all miss you! No need to return our post, just come! Yours, Ron.

"Oh mom!" Hermione said, with true happiness in her voice. "Ron and Harry and Ginny want me to come to the burrow for the rest of break! May I? I can get my school supplies in Diagon ally too!" "Oh Hermione!" Her mother said, have sad, but half proud. "You're growing up so fast; I don't know what to do with you! Of course you may go, but please come home first, you need to freshen up and get more clothes." Thank you mom." And with that, Hermione fell asleep, the first peaceful sleep she had had in ages.

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"Hermione dear, wake up!" Someone was gently shaking Hermione as she groggily opened her eyes. It was semi dark out and a bit chilly inside the train car. "Hermione, we're home, time to go home." "That sounds good mom."

With that, Hermione hoisted herself onto shaky legs and walked out to the waiting car in the station parking lot. After 10 minutes of driving, they reached the Granger house. Calling it a house, though, would be a small understatement. The grangers, unknown to everyone, where quite wealthy. Mr. Granger Had been a Surgeon before he became a dentist, and he was a highly paid and highly respected doctor of all forms. Hermione sighed with fatigue and walked up the marble steps into her room, and without undressing, she fell upon her bed and slept.

"uuaagghh" Hermione let out a low groan when she awoke the next morning. "Mmm, what time is it." Looking over at the clock, she read 10:25. With that, she got up and went to her privet bath, and cleaned herself up.

Stepping out of the shower, she saw that her mother had unpacked all of her makeup and hair things. Hermione smiled to herself, because now she could do her hair and makeup the way she wanted, and no abuse would come at her. She quickly combed and blow dried her hair, and stood in front of the mirror, experimenting with the makeup. Finally after getting her face to look just how she wanted, she took a step back and admired herself.

There was no doubt about it. Hermione was a knock out. Although she didn't think so, all her features played against her just right. Her shoulder length brown-blonde hair was still sleek from the makeover day she had earlier that summer. Her lips where full and her nose was button-cute. She had a figure that most girls her age would die for, and her eyes, well, her eyes where the color of honey, soft and smooth. But her eyes could be the thing that could give away the pain and secrets she held inside. Her eyes, which used to be alive with a sparkle and a thirst for knowledge, where now dull. Hermione stepped closer to the mirror and looked at them, then shrugged. "Who is going to be staring into my eyes like that anyway? Victor never looked anywhere above the neck." With that, she went into her room, dressed in another pair of fresh blue jeans, and another long sleeved) V-neck shirt, and packed her truck; she was going to see Ron and Harry!

*Ding Dong!* a very loud and out of tune doorbell seemed to shake the Weasly cottage, but that shake was nothing to the heard of kids pounding to the door. As the door burst open, Hermione was swept away by Harry, who along with Ron carried her into the kitchen without so much as a "Hello". Then she saw Ginny. "HERMIONE!!!" Ginny said, screeching at the sight of her friend. "Hi Gin! Hi Harry! Helllloooo Ron!" Hermione was teasing Ron, as he had his shirt off, obviously was just dressing as Hermione came to the door. Everybody laughed at that, and Hermione got a sudden feeling of uneasiness, but the laughed again when she saw where it came from.

Harry and Ron where looking at her like she grew hippogriff wings. They where looking at her up and down, then down and up. "Well you guys" Hermione said, stifling a giggle. "Put your eyes back in, it's me your oogling at!" Then Ron spoke up. "Hermione! What do you have all over your face?" The familiarity of that line struck fear into Hermione's heart, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Oh Hermione!" Harry said, gaining his composure, "Ron didn't mean it like that! We know that's makeup, but what he meant was, if he's thinking the same thing as me, you look gorgeous!! What happened?? My God Hermione, you look like you bloomed into a beauty queen!" Harry, suddenly realizing what he just said, blushed the color that Ron was most famous for. Hermione, getting over herself, laughed at Harry's uneasiness, and hugged her two best friends tight. "I've missed you guys, more then you will ever know" "If you missed us so much," Ron said, looking flushed at touching her with his shirt off. "Why haven't we heard from you in two and a half months?" "Hermione looked down at her shoes, and said that the owls that Victor used where all ill with a sickness that was going around the owls of that region. "Ginny looked at her with a weird expression on her face, but Ron and Harry nodded, indicating they understood. With that, the four friends went outside (well, Ron went outside after grabbing a shirt) and talked for hours.

That night, Hermione lay in Ginny's room thinking about her friends. Harry and Ron had changed a lot as well. It looked as though Hermione wasn't the only one who matured.

Harry's green eyes where brilliant as always, but this time he didn't have them hidden behind his thick black glasses. No, He had told Hermione that, since Mr. Weasly loved some package Harry gave him; He told Harry he would do something for him, and asked Harry what he wanted. Harry had decided he had had enough with his glasses, and because the durstlys would willingly grow pig tails then help Harry in anyway, he asked Mr. Weasly to magically fix Harry's vision, and he did. Yea, Harry definitely looked good without his glasses. He had also grown a lot as well, standing a good 3 or 4 inches over Hermione.

Ron, on the other hand, had taken a fantastic growth spurt, standing a good 5 or 6 inches over Hermione. His Red hair had tuned a brilliant red- orange, and his Blue eyes sparkled. But what Hermione was most surprised with was how good he looked without a shirt. When she made the Helllllloo Ron comment, she really was taken.

Hermione fell asleep, and dreamed of all the wonderful things she would be able to do now, now that the shadow that haunted her for so long was gone.

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Hermione woke with a start the next day. She had been awoken by the birds chirping outside, and was wondering why Victor hadn't beaten her out of bed by now, and then she looked over to the bed beside her and realized where she was. Ginny was still asleep. Hermione grew faintly jealous of the peaceful expression on her friend's face, like Ginny hadn't a care in the world. "Of course she doesn't." Hermione said, somewhat bitterly. "I'm the only one whose life has become hell." In a sense that was true. Her friends had in fact, relaxed emesly since the fall of Lord Voldemort.. Then Hermione heard a rough knock on the door, and immediately curled into a ball and started trembling slightly, simply from the memories and paranoia…Hermione was not supposed to be with Ron and Harry.

"Hermione?" "Ginny?" A voice that Hermione recognized as Harry's said softly through the door. Hermione didn't answer, she didn't know why, but she felt she had to keep quiet. Someone then gently pushed the door open, and there was Ron and Harry, looking around the room.

When their eyes came onto a very frighten looking Hermione, Their faces immediately filled with concern. Harry was the first to make it to the bed, and sat down beside her and Ron at the foot. "Hermione! What's wrong?" Harry said, looking worried. "N-nothing guys, just a-a bad dream." Hermione hated lying to her 2 best friends, but she couldn't risk putting them in danger.

Victor was much bigger and more experienced with magic. Hermione sat up in bed and immediately wished she hadn't.

"Hermione! What are those bruises from?" Ron said, indicating to her shoulder, and running along her entire arm. Harry's eyes also flicked up to her cheek where, without makeup, a yellow bruise was still visible. "Flying accident." Hermione mumbled another lie. "And my dream was about my flying accident."

Hermione thought herself very clever, able to pull two lies together and make them believable, and she thought her two friends would let it go, but they didn't. "Hermione," Harry said, looking at her with a visible amount of doubt on his face. "You know how to fly a broom perfectly well, how could you possibly have had an accident?"

"Victor accidentally got a little rough in the air. Accidentally!!" Hermione added the last word, when she say Ron's face get clouded. "And you know how I am with brooms, I may be able to fly, but they just don't like my very much." Hermione looked at them sincerely, hoping they would believe it. And to her relief, their faces cleared up, and they smiled at her. "Ok Hermione, just as long as you're alright now." Ron said, flashing a grin. "Yea Herm." Harry added. "Oh, and you better wake up Ginny and get dressed, we're going to go get our school things today." Hermione brightened consirably and nodded, and with that, the boys left the room.

Two hours later, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione where in the magical diagon ally. Even though Hermione had been there many times, it still didn't help the fact that Diagon ally was the most Magical place out there, except for Hogwarts of course.

"Let's go to Florish and Blotts!" Hermione said, with renewed energy and excitement. Harry and Ron laughed, and Harry said. "Well of course Herm, but I can't understand why you of all people would want to go to a BOOK store!" And with all of them laughing, they walked into the store.

Hermione stopped dead when she walked into the book store. She continued staring at a slightly hunched figure and immediately knew who it was, without saying a word, she quietly and quickly tuned around and walked out of the store, and up the street until she arrived at a tiny ice cream shop. "That was close." Hermione sighed and sat down. "But not close enough, Hermione dear." Hermione went rigid at the sound of the voice, she knew who it was and was too afraid to turn. Victor was right behind her and without drawing attention, grabbed Hermione's hair and led her to Knockturn Ally.

Hermione knew better then to yell out; she just kept walking in the direction of the dirty alleyway. Victor led her into what looked like an abandoned broom shop. She could definitely see why it was abandoned, she saw spiders and rats everywhere, and the air was as foul as rotten eggs.

"Why are you with Potter and Weasley?" Victor asked in a voice that dripped hatred. "I-I'm staying the rest of the summer at Ron's house, with Harry there too." Hermione said this in a very shaky voice, but she refused to break. "Slut!" He spat at her, and she felt humiliated. "You whore, now you want to get it from two men? You realize I cannot tolerate this Hermione; your stupidity has put your friends in a most uncomfortable position. But I'm willing to let it go for now." He smiled at her, but she wouldn't look him in the eyes. Then he did something that completely surprised Hermione (although it shouldn't have) He slammed her against a cold wall and started unbuttoning her jeans. "Victor!" Cried Hermione horrified, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing? Filthy Mudblood"

Hermione felt as if she had been slapped. He had called her many horrible names, but never the wizarding word. It was true, The Krum's are as pure as the Malfoys, but Hermione never thought they where segregated against muggle-borns.

"Victor Stop!" But he didn't. Did he have no honor? Hermione realized she was going to be raped-again. In a filthy broom shop no less. She listened to Victors labored breathing and felt his hard-on press up against her leg.

He was still trying to unzip her jeans, being all wizard, he had never needed to wear them. Finally he got them, and stripped everything off of her. He then started to take his pants off, just his pants though. Then, as suddenly and as painfully as the first time he had done it, he was inside her. Hermione yelled out, Victor was always rough, but standing against a rough stone wall was making her hurt even more. "Victor stop!" Victor didn't stop. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that she was crying, or even that she existed, besides what he was getting from her. He was roughly playing with her breasts and biting her in various places. He was thrusting so hard it's a wonder Hermione didn't start to bleed again. Oh the blood.

"What did I do?" Hermione asked herself again, just as all the other times before. When will Victor ever be through with me? He has taken everything- He has taken my virginity! My innocence! The one thing I held the most valued in my life. He had taken my dignity time and time again; he had taken my body, used it to his content, and thrown it away time and time again.

Victor had begun to pick up the pace, Thrusting and thrusting. She heard him moan as he released inside of her. Hermione on the other hand, felt nothing. No pleasure at all. Victor withdrew and looked at her, up and down. She must have looked like a wreak, she was naked, and sweating, but it wasn't her sweat, no, it was his. She was cold as ice. He spat on her again. "Get dressed." He demanded and threw her clothes at her. Hermione felt herself tremble, and she rehooked her bra, and stepped back into her panties. She had just finished zipping up her jeans when she felt herself go weak. "Hurry up pig!" Victor said cruelly. "Maybe if you weren't so fat you could be quicker." He said this all with a sneer that made Hermione want to vomit.

Hermione could feel herself blacking out. "No! I can't let him see me do that!" But against all her efforts, she slipped into a peaceful, but fighting darkness.