Chapter 4

(All H.P characters belong to Mrs. J.K Rowling.)

We All Want What's Best

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Hi! We're the new first years! Congratulations! Couple of the Year, wow!"

"I can't believe that ya'll is together!

"Couple of the Year!? Amazing!"

            Harry and I were congratulated for almost two weeks. Between classes, at lunch, between classes, at dinner. We've only had sex once in two weeks because people keep popping up when we were alone. That day when we did have sex, it was almost 2 in the morning. No one was up, and afterwards we had to go back to our dorms because falling asleep in the common room would spread amongst the whole school.  

            Now it is the middle of October, and Harry and I are sitting together at the Gryffindor table.

"Ugh, what the hell is wrong with you?" Lavender screeched at Neville, he was sitting next to Lavender, and accidentally knocked over his pumpkin juice that landed in Lavenders lap.

"I'm, I'm, I'm, sorry Lavender, oooo…. I'm so stupid I'm sorry." Neville stuttered out, he took his napkin and began dabbing at Lavender, her lap and her shirt.

"Stop! Stop It! Stop touching me. You pervert!" Lavender got up and ran out of the Great hall. Ron got up and went after her, saying that he wanted to see if she was ok.

When he left, the table broke out into whispers.

"That was weird; she should know that Neville was trying to help."

"She's been acting distant and strange all week."

"I saw her crying in the girls' bathroom yesterday."

"Maybe Ron is gonna break up with her."

"Naw man, he's in love with her."

"I saw her running down the halls late at night a week ago, brawling like a baby."

"What do you think is wrong with her?"

What's wrong with Lavender?

            I ran down the hall, as fast as I can, when I was out of breath I slid down a wall. I brought my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around it, resting my head on my knees. Why was I so mean to Neville? He was just trying to help me. I'm so scared; I'll never be the same again. I can't tell anyone…

(Lavender is remembering…..)

            I'm leaving the Great Hall early so I can finish my homework early so I can mess around with Ron. He's so gentle and kind, I love him so much. And time with him was the only thing on my mind right now. As I walked past classrooms to get to Gryffindor tower someone grabs me into a dark empty class. I flew across the room and landed on the floor.

"Hey Miss. Brown, what are you doing walking these halls when you should be at dinner?"

I didn't say anything.

The next thing I knew was that that person was on top of me. I kicked and screamed I couldn't see his face. He slapped me, grabbed my head to kiss me, and slapped me again if I turned my head away. My brain was screaming RON! Ron, please help me…Please come and help me, Ron! He bounded my hands together above my head, I wrestled against him some more on the floor, but whenever I did, he slapped me even harder. I wouldn't cry, no, I wouldn't show and give him that much credit. I fussed again, he's so strong, and he pressured all his weight on me. When he got my knickers off and pushed inside of me I felt like I was going to explode. Never have I felt like this. I screamed, my brain yelled No! I'm for RON! I'm for Ron!!! Not You! Not You!

I bite his lip when he tried to kiss me again, he bit my neck. When it was over, he left me staring at the ceiling, when I heard the door opened I looked to see who my attacker was…

It was Draco Malfoy.

(Present time)

I couldn't believe it, why me? When I was sure he left I ran down the halls crying, and when I found Ron in the common room, he was sitting on the floor reading a Transfiguration book. I ran to him and sat next to him, he smiled down at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I felt so safe. He didn't see my neck and my red eyes were gone. When I was with Ron, nothing bad ever came into my head. For now, all was good. I didn't tell Ron about what happened, afraid that he might kill him, or get killed by my attacker. All that I wanted was his arms around me, because he was my world. When I passed Malfoy in the hall he would look at me and wink, or smile a little. He was tormenting me, killing me with every glance. But when I felt Ron's strong arms around my waist or shoulders I felt safe and protected. He's the best thing in my life.

"Hermione, can I talk to you?" Ron came up to me in the halls before lunch. Harry wasn't with me; he had to talk to Professor McGonagall about homework.

"Sure Ron, what is it?" I said looking at my watch, then at his face.

"Well, last night, Lavender and I were sitting on the sofa in the common room, and she fell asleep. I don't know why, but she started to cry and open her mouth in a silent scream. I was so scared, I woke her up and she wrapped her arms around me. She held me so tight; I thought I was the only thing keeping her together. When I asked her what was wrong she just shook her head and pulled me tighter. Hermione, I love Lavender with all my heart, but how do I get her to tell me what's wrong without her breaking down?" Ron said this in a quiet voice; he looked extremely sad and worried.

I thought about this for a few minutes. We just stood there in silence.

"Ron, I think you'll just have to wait for her to feel…ready to tell what's causing all of this. Just wait for her." I said finally.

"I mean, if I touch her…you know, in a way lovers do, she pushes me away and cry. Then she would tell me to hold her and I would, but I don't know what's wrong, and I don't want to leave her at all. I just want to be close to her, I want to be open with her. But how can I if she won't tell me anything? I want the best for her, but how? She won't talk." Ron leaned against the wall when he said this.

"Ron, we all wants the best for our loved ones. But she has to be ready to tell you." I said. I opened my arms to give him a hug.

"Thank you Hermione."

"You're welcome."