Hermione's Decision
Chapter Four: The Escape
RON'S POV
Disguises, where the bloody hell was I going to find disguises? Well, Mum ought to know. I'll go ask her.
"MUM?!" I called, "Where are you?"
"In the kitchen, dear, what's the problem?"
"Uh mum-- where's dad?"
"Look at the clock dear."
I mentally slapped myself for that one. As I looked at the clock the pointer with 'Arthur' engraved on it switched from 'work' to 'traveling' to 'home.' Then I could hear my father at the front door.
"Hello family," he said nodding to those of us he could see. "Hello dear," he said giving Mum a peck on the cheek. I quickly interrupted their chatter.
"Mum, Dad; I need to talk to you-- the both of you-- Harry and I do, alone," I added noticing seeing Ginny's interested look, "come on, this is important!"
"Okay, lets go up to your room then."
"Great, that's where Harry's waiting for us anyway."
Together we began to climb the five flight of stairs to get to my bed room.
HARRY'S POV
Ron seemed quite disturbed over Hermione's predicament. At the beginning of the summer he had been quite jealous. And I had to admit that it was quite funny. I couldn't even mention Hermione without him blushing and walking off without saying a word, or yelling at me because she was 'fraternizing with the enemy.' I couldn't even rationalize to him that there was no Triwizard tournament, and that Viktor was no longer the 'enemy.' But, I found it hilarious and it was nice to have something so comical to keep my mind off of Voldemort's return.
There was absolutely no news of his return in the newspapers, but I was getting updates daily from many people; Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Hagrid, McGonagall, or Snape. I must tell you that it was the oddest thing seeing "Dear Harry"in Snape's handwriting. Though, now I was used to it. Next to Dumbledore he was the person who sent me the most mail.
Ron's downstairs now, looking for his parents-- hey!
Speaking of mail, here comes a Hogwarts owl. When the owl finally came
in through the window I took it's letter and it left, and I looked at the
address. Surprisingly, it wasn't written to me, but to Ron instead. Well,
I won't have to deliver it to him, I can hear him and his parents climbing
the stairs now. I wonder, what is in this letter, it looks like it's from
McGonagall. Well I'll find out soon enough.
HERMIONE'S POV
Viktor had just walked into the room I had been using as my bedroom.
"How are you, my Herm-i-o-ninny?"
"Hermione," I said instinctively, "fine."
"You do not sound fine to me."
"Well, if truth be told, I'm a bit homesick."
"Ah, I see. You should have told me the first time I asked," Viktor said, and I didn't like the sound of it. "Vell, perhaps I can take your mind off of it." I could see hunger in his eyes, and I knew that he was either going to hit me or kiss me, neither of which I was to thrilled about. "Herm-i-oney, you are very beautiful, there is no need to be homesick, you are safe here," Viktor continued, very reassuringly. I knew what was coming next, I quickly turned away. Viktor grabbed my arm; I knew that I was going to have a bruise, and pulled my face to his, and proceeded to place his lips upon mine, it too, felt bruising. He attempted to slide his tongue in past mine, and I tried pulling away, but his grasp was too strong. The kiss became rougher and I tried pushing away with my free arm, but it's freedom was quickly lost.
Next thing I knew was that I was being forced onto the silk covered bed. Oh Lord! Save me! I thought, either that or the loss of friction, but it seemed that I'd have to get out of this one with my own reasoning. Viktor grabbed my wand out of my pocket, I assumed that it was poking him, and threw it to the ground, and it rolled towards the bathroom door. I knew that without my most essential piece of equipment, that I was now praying for a miracle, he was lying on top of me, and there was really no way out. I had to come up with a plan. Every square inch of his skin that was pressing on mine felt like a ton.
What in the world was he thinking? I was going to be fifteen in September, and he's eighteen years old. What would he want with someone like me? This was child molesting really! Where had I heard that before, I knew, Ron had just said it earlier today, through his howler. Ron was right! For once, it would be him telling me "I told you so!" instead of the opposite.
Thinking of Ron, which was one of my favorite pastimes, was exhilarating, how I would have preferred it if he was the one on top of me, I would have enjoyed that! Having such a thought excited me; and Viktor must have assumed that it was because of his actions. And to tell the truth, I wasn't paying much attention, I was just trying to find a way out of there.
Though, suddenly I became aware of his erection against me. Within an instant he had his belt and pants off, he seemed to realize what I had, that he looked like a moron with his shirt on without the pants, and quickly disposed of it as well. All that was keeping him from being completely naked was his boxers. I was quite relieved that he had not taken them off yet. I had to think fast, I wasn't the one good at this; Ron was the one who could think on his feet, not me. Oh God! Help me!
And like it was sent from God, I figured out what I had to do. I tried to say something to Viktor, but all it sounded like was a bunch of mumbling, due to his lips upon mine.
"Vat is it?" he asked irritated.
"I have an idea..." I said trying to sound like I was into what he was doing.
"Oh, I see," he said enthusiastically as he made a grab for me, and kissed me again.
"Five minutes," I said breaking away.
"Don't take to long."
I just nodded and proceeded to the bathroom, not forgetting to pick up my wand on the way. I got into the bathroom and all I wanted to do was cry. Why in the world did I choose to come here, instead of going to the Burrow? I took a few deep breaths and thought that as soon as I went out there, I would be almost on my way home, well, Ron's home. I knew what to do, I steadied my arm, and thought that the Ministry would certainly wouldn't punish me for this, I was defending myself! I took another deep breath and gently opened the door to see Viktor standing there waiting for me, my wand was out and I quickly cried "Stupefy!" and Viktor slumped to the floor.
I quickly ran about the room collecting my things
and realized then, that my clothes were all wrinkled, well there was no
time to change now, I had to get out before he woke up, or his parents
found him there. I rushed down the hallway to the office where the fireplace
was, I took out my wand again and said "Incendio!" creating a fire.
I threw some Floo Powder into the fire and gathered my stuff around me
and stepped into the fire and yelled "The Burrow!"
END CHAPTER FOUR
Reviewer's Corner:
Sugar Blossom: Thanks, I know that it took me two months, but I know what's happening next this time!
TReader: I hope that you're happy to see this update too, even though it's much more sirius than the others.
highlandgurl: You don't happen to live in Highland Park, IL do you? My aunt and uncle live there. I'm so happy that you love this story! That makes me happy! "I totally agree with you, Krum's a prat and Rons a sex god. Thats the way it sould be " AMEN TO THAT! Ron IS sex god! Rupert Grint is much shorter and not as buff as the Ron is in my head. Ah, you can't get everything, because he portrays Ron's character amazingly, I couldn't think of anyone better! And if Ron were to ever exist (and Hermione didn't, don't ask how, theoretically..) We'll share Ron okay! As long as Hermione didn't exist, I couldn't steal her man from her. But if we share, it's sharing! YAY!
Clearly Clayr: Good thing you're in favor of R/Hr, because that's what this is going to be of course! The only thing better is me and Ron, and that can't happen without it being a Mary Sue, and those are icky! (Mine end up really Mary Sue-ey)
Moony: Need more? Was this enough for you? I hope so! YAY! Hermione's going home! I'm excited!
Professor Cresent Child: Hermione was in a jam, but she
squeezed right out of it, though not as nicely as she would have liked.
Thanks, I appreciate any compliments that I get on my writing, I hope this
one's up to par. Hermione's to logical, that's why she went to Viktor's
because that's the logical thing to do. Plus Viktor wouldn't have killed
himself, he'd have killed Ron, and that would be BAD! I would cry!
Meep....