A/N: Yay! Part 5 already! Whoda thunk it? Anyway, I would like to thank my agent, my parents...oops...I'm not recieving the Newbery Award, am I? Well, not yet at least. But soon, I promise! Anyway, band compititions every Saturday, football games, homework and 3 hour marching practices are keeping me from writing this. So, if it gets posted in 2007, I'm sure all of you will understand.


I have no life. I'm a band member.



Hermione read the letter while Beamer fluttered back onto the perch. He ruffled his feathers and fell asleep.


I am glad you feel that way. No, nothing will change, so you need not worry. I send along my sympathies at your accident, and hope you will be better soon. Then, you can take that detention.

Hermione smiled at the familiar scrolling letters. They calmed her down in a way she couldn't explain. She laid back and picked up her book. She quickly read through the rest of the text, and set the book down, reaching for the one Hagrid had given her. She touched it carefully to make sure it didn't bite, and then, satisfied that Madam Pomfrey wouldn't have to regrow her hand, she picked it up off of the table and began to read.
It was a dusty old volume, and she began to sneeze uncontrollably. (A/N: Sarah, do you remember when Amanda and Mrs. Edwards used to start sneezing? That was so funny!) She waved away the billows of dust and settled down for a night of reading.
Hermione woke up the next morning, the book folded down over her chest. She shook her head. How did she get this way? Oh well! She had no time to think about it. Madam Pomfrey was headed for her. She started to talk as she walked over.
"Hermione, I have never seen a recovery like yours. I have talked to Dumbledore, and although he doesn't like the idea, you are permitted to leave today."
Hermione stared. It was then that she realized that she could move without pain. She was healed. She had to strain to keep herself from dancing around the room and yelling. She gathered up her stuff and left. On the way to the tower, she dropped some of her books. She cursed under her breath, and leaned down to pick them up.
Strong hands got there before she did. They picked up the three books easily. (They were big books, come on ya'll, you know Hermione!) Both people stood up, and Hermione found herself face to face with Professor Snape. This time, she did scream.
Snape was startled when Hermione screamed. Actually, he was confused. The confusion must have been written all over his face, because Hermione started to laugh.
"Sorry, Professor. I guess I have some explaining to do." She took her books and started down the hall toward the dungeons. He watched her walk, then slowly started to follow. As they walked, she explained the quick recovery, and everything fell into place for Snape.
He walked with her to the common room, and checking that there was no one watching, he hugged her.
"I'm glad you're better. Apprenticeship starts on Thursday night at 8:00." He spun on his heel and walked away. Little did he or Hermione know, there was someone watching. And that someone was Ron.
Hermione clambered into the common room, and plops down on a couch. Everyone noticed her, and came to say hi and ask how she had been doing. But, where were Harry and Ron? She looked around, and, not seeing them, looked back to Ginny.
"Where is your brother?" Ginny shrugged and walked away to finish her homework. Hermione also shrugged and wandered into the girl's dorm. She lit the torches around the room, and settled onto her bed to relax. Just as she had closed her eyes, someone was sitting next to her. It was Ron.
Hermione shrieked, and Ron clamped a hand over her mouth. She was starting to get scared, and the next thing that happened scared her even more. Harry knocked on the door.
"Hermione? HERMIONE?" He pounded on the door. Hermione's eyes darted around. The door was unlocked, why didn't he come in? Please, please, please...she silently pleaded with Harry, hoping he would try the door, but he just wandered away. Now, she was alone, with Ron, and with no defense...her wand was in her trunk.
She wanted so badly just to scream, and have everyone come running, but Ron still had his hand over her mouth. He quickly used his other hand to cast a spell on the door. Now, even if she screamed, no one could hear her. What was Ron going to do?
Ron took his hand off her mouth and stared at her. She fidgeted under his stare, and did not return it. He grabbed her chin and roughly yanked her head so that she was looking at him.
"Why was Snape hugging you?" The question did not bother her as much as the way he said it. He was too calm...WAY too calm. He put both hands on either side of her face and held it there so she would have to look at him. She did not answer.
"Tell me...now." That calm tone again...it was too weird.
"It's none of your business!" Her voice was too high and scared for her to recognize it as her own. She was startled by the change that came over Ron at that minute.
"Why do you love him? Why not me? Or Harry? Everyone loves Harry." His voice was sharper, the words cutting into her mind. But she didn't answer him. She couldn't answer him. She didn't know.
Ron held her arms back, so she couldn't hit him, and roughly kissed her. Hermione knew where this was leading. She started to cry, but quickly effaced the tears. He couldn't see that she was scared. Hermione didn't try to struggle. She was amazed that Ron had gotten so strong in the past several years. He used to be so scrawny.
Ron put her in a Full-Body Bind, and got off the bed. It was getting closer, and Hermione knew it. Her heartrate rose as Ron undressed himself, and then her, talking to her all the while.
"If you won't give me what I want willingly, I'll take it forcefully." He undid the body bind and strapped her arms and legs down with thin cords from his wand. Hermione considered biting off his fingers when he reached over to stroke her face.
"Don't look scared, baby. This'll be fun!" She glared at him. This would be her first time. Why did it have to be like this? It wasn't that Ron was terribly ugly, or anything like that. He was solid muscle, and his face had changed over the years. He wasn't ugly at all. How many other girls did he do this to? She already knew the answer. None.
She shut her eyes and acted limp for the duration of the terrible act. When Ron was done, he got redressed, got rid of the binds, and covered her up. When he was done, he covered himself in Harry's Invisibility Cloak and walked out of the dorm. Hermione lay limp in her bed, crying softly. She heard someone come in, pretended to be asleep, and heard them leave again.




A/N: Poor Hermione. I can't believe I did that to her. Oh well, it all ends up good. She stays in bed for a while, but she finally shows up back in classes, only to find out that Harry heard a VERY different version of the story, and it is also all around the school.

Band Quotes:
(LOTS of them! Sarah, these are mainly for you...just a small peek at the people I deal with everyday.)

Brass kicks salmon, too!
-Chad Rothrock (Trumpet player)
After hearing "Brass kicks grass"
and thinking they said "Brass kicks wrasse"


What bus are you on? Bus 2? Remember "Legally Blonde?" That
girl is a definite "valley girl."
-Scott Bogard (Trumpet player)
Making fun of me for being a "valley girl"
and then, not even knowing what it was!

"Scott, if I touch your butt, will you move?"
-Donnie Freas (Trumpet player)
Making fun of Scott for acting like he's in
the Service instead of *BAHSME.

*Berwick Area High School Marching
Ensemble


"Slung 2, Tur 2...oops...slung 2, slur 2...um, tounge 2, tlur 2...GOD
DAMNIT! TOUNGE 2, SLUR 2!"
-Christine Ervin (Trumpet section leader)
Having a bad day...that's all I can say...
she screwed up "Slur 2, tounge 2" too.

"Our show is called "Diamonds, Dogs and Broadway"! Shit, I just
said "dogs", didn't I? Aw, fuck! "Diamonds, DOLLS, and Broadway!"
-Me
Having a worse day than Christine, and
having to endure the whole trumpet line
laughing at her for that mistake

"Detail, turn around!"
-Mr. Wasser, the band director
Being too tired to spend the time having to
call us to attention and then do an about
face (we were at "at ease")


A look at myself and the trumpet section I love so much!
More band quotes later!