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Hermione got up to walk away but Draco held her back. "Where do you think you're going?"
"As far away as I can possibly get from YOU."
"I didn't hurt Weasel."
"Oh really?" Hermione asked, laughing humorlessly.
"I didn't, 'Mione. You have to trust me."
Tears gathered in Hermione's eyes but she quickly wiped them away. This was way too much for one day.
"How can I trust ANYONE?! One of my best friends could die and I think the guy I love hurt him. WHO IS THERE TO TRUST?!"
"Y- you love me?"
"Did I say that?"
"Yes."
"Well, I slipped up. I meant to say the guy I USE to love."
"You don't mean that."
"I'm sure I do."
Draco pulled Hermione down onto his lap. He pressed his lips hard against hers. Hermione closed her eyes to keep the tears from flowing. She shouldn't be kissing, not with Ron hurt...
But it felt so right. Hermione could feel the heat between Draco and herself. She wanted to go farther, to go the whole way. Anything to get her mind off the real world.
Draco brushed his hand against her chest. She shivered in his arms, savoring the feeling every time he touched her.
"Sorry," he mumbled, kissing her still.
"What for?"
"Touching you."
"Touch me again," Hermione said softly.
Draco's mouth dropped open. He quickly closed it, trying to regain his composure. "W- what did you say?"
"I said touch me again."
Draco looked at her oddly.
"Fine! If you don't want to..." Hermione sat up, only to be pulled back down again.
"I never said I didn't want to."
*
Hermione walked into the common room, beaming happily. Life seemed to be going well. Her time with Draco had reached an all time high and there was nothing else to think about...
"Hermione!" Harry said anxiously, running over. "It's Ron. He needs to talk to you."
Hermione's mouth went dry. She had forgotten about Ron! "What's wrong with him Harry?" she asked shakily.
"Nothing. He just...really needs to talk to you."
"Take me to him."
*
Ron lay in the hospital wing, extremely pale beneath his freckles. His fiery red hair was flat against his head, messy and not as fiery as usual. His eyes looked empty and thoughtless, his face gaunt and shallow.
"Ron?" Hermione said tentatively, walking forward.
"Hey, Hermione." Ron grimaced. Hermione realized it was a pitiful attempt at smiling. "How are you?"
Hermione moved forward, sitting on the bed near Ron's head. "Nevermind me! How are you?" She brushed his hair out of his face, concern in her eyes.
"Fine," Ron said, closing his eyes.
"Liar."
Ron said nothing.
"I'm so sorry, Ron!" Hermione sobbed, tears pouring down her cheeks. The tears she had held back for some time now ran freely down her face. "It's all my fault!"
"It's not."
Hermione looked at him, wiping her eyes, sniffling still.
"Besides," Ron said shrugging. "It's not that bad. I'll be out..." he did not finish his sentence.
"Maybe you don't understand, Ron. You're in the hospital wing. There are some healers from Mungo's waiting in Madame Pomfrey's office. This is VERY serious."
"I've been hurt before..."
Hermione shook her head, laughing humorlessly.
"You don't get it wrong. None of this would of happened if it wasn't for me."
"Remember the Whomping Willow? It bruised Harry and I pretty badly and we're still here."
"RON! THAT WAS A BLOODY TREE! THIS WAS A KILLING SPELL! YOU COULD DIE!"
Silence filled the room. Ron looked at Hermione, his mouth hanging slightly open. Ashamed at shouting, Hermione turned away.
"Maybe I should leave."
"Don't go."
More silence.
"I wanted this to happen to you."
Ron's attention snapped towards Hermione's face. "Y- you wanted this to happen to me?"
Hermione did not meet his eyes. "After the incident with you, Draco, and I...I wished something bad would happen to you. Something that would cause you pain. But," Hermione grasped Ron's cold hands. "I never wanted anything this serious to happen to you. I love you Ron. You are one of the most important people in my life. And if you were to die..." her voice faded.
Ron laughed. Hermione glared at him. "Ron this is NOT a laughing matter."
"Hermione,"
"I'm serious Ron, you could die!"
"Hermione!"
"I know you and Harry have gotten hurt before but it has never been this serious."
"HERMIONE!"
"What?"
Ron's shoulders were shaking as he tried to hold back a fresh wave of laugher. "I'm ok!"
Hermione looked up, surprised.
"What do you mean?"
"I can go back to classes tomorrow!"
"REALLY?! OH RON, THAT'S WONDERFUL!" She bent down, kissed him on the cheek and practically skipped back to the common room.
*
"Good to see you back, Ron!" various students shouted to him in the hallway. Everyone (almost everyone) was glad to see that the Golden Trio was together once again.
"Breakfast!" Ron said, starting to walk faster to get to the Great Hall before everyone else.
"Breakfast will be there for awhile, Ron! There's no need to hurry," Hermione shouted.
"Let him eat," Harry whispered. "Have you ever eaten the food in the hospital wing? Not very good."
Hermione giggled. FINALLY, everything seemed to be perfect. Nothing bad was going to happen. Or so she thought.
*
"Aw, man!" Hermione muttered under her breath.
"What's up, 'Mione?" Harry asked loudly.
"Just forgot my Transfiguration book!" she replied. "I'm going back to the common room to get it."
Harry and Ron waved goodbye to Hermione as she jogged back to the common room.
As she traveled through a dark hallway, a shadow blocked her path.
"Excuse me!" she said, trying to get through. The shadow then gripped her hard, pressing his lips roughly against hers. The shadow's tongue pushed open Hermione's mouth and tried to get far into her mouth. It was becoming very hard for Hermione to breath, very vision was fuzzy, half because of lack of air and because the tears in her eyes. The shadow then pushed her up against a wall, and touched her chest. Hermione felt so tired, so weak. The tongue finally left her mouth and she could breath again. But then the Shadow's hands were handing towards...
"No!" Hermione shouted as loud as she could. She kicked her attacker in the balls. He grunted, doubled over in pain. A strong hand slapped her cheek hard, and Hermione felt herself hit the ground.
"Help..." she mumbled, as everything became black.
*
Hermione's eyes flew open, checking out her surroundings. She was lying in the hospital wing, staring into the concerned faces of Harry and Ron.
"Ron!" Hermione croaked. "You're ok!"
"I'm fine," he said quickly. "But what about you?"
"I'm...ok," she finished lamely.
"What happened?" Harry asked urgently.
Hermione raised a hand to her lips, trying to remember what happened. Nothing came to mind, only darkness.
"I'm not sure," Hermione confessed.
"Were you attacked? Did someone hit you with a spell?"
Suddenly, everything came flooding back to Hermione. The shadow. The kiss. The touch.
"Nothing!" she said hurriedly. "Nothing happened!"
"So you are telling me that you are in the hospital wing for no reason at all, Ms. Granger?" Madame Pomfrey inquired dryly.
"Well," Hermione said uncomfortably. "I don't remember what happened."
"Hey Madame Pomfrey, can you leave?" Ron inquired.
Madame Pomfrey glared at him, nostrils flaring. "I am here to take care of my patient!"
"Yeah," Ron said. "But we need to talk to her."
"Only," Harry added.
Madame Pomfrey gave the two boys one last glare and bustled out of the room, picking up potions here and there.
"What happened Hermione?" Harry questioned softly.
Hermione opened her mouth to say "nothing" but Ron cut her off.
"Don't even think of saying nothing," he said fiercely. "Harry and I both know something happened. So please tell us."
Hermione would have refused, but he had said please. It would be rude and impolite not to answer, and besides, these were her best friends! They would understand...
Wouldn't they?
"I was going back to the common room to grab my Transfiguration book," she whispered. "And this shadow stopped me in a hallway. He started kissing me...and touching me. His tongue was so far down in my throat I could barely breath. He was about to touch my..." Hermione blushed, not wanting to say it in front of the two boys. "Err - you know, but I kicked him in his private."
Harry and Ron looked disgusted and angry. Before they could say anything, Hermione hurried to finish.
"It's all under control. It's not going to happen again, so there is no use getting angry over it. PLEASE don't tell anyone."
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, his face turning red. "This isn't right! You should report this to Professor McGonagall."
"NO!" Hermione shrieked loudly.
Madame Pomfrey popped her head outside of her office door. "Ms. Granger if you do not keep your voice down I will have to Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley to leave."
"Sorry," Hermione said meekly.
Madame Pomfrey's closed her office door again and Hermione began again.
"It was hard enough for me to tell you, imagine me telling Professor Dumbledore about being sexually harassed!"
"I don't care how hard it is for you," Harry said gruffly. "You're telling them! You don't know that this won't happen again!"
"You cannot make me tell ANYONE, Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted, jumping up out of the bed.
"Hermione!" Ron hissed. "Calm down! Madame Pomfrey will..."
"Ms. Granger! WHAT are you doing?" Madame Pomfrey squawked. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, OUT! You are upsetting my patient! You can come back for another visit tomorrow!"
Harry and Ron left, casting nervous glances back at Hermione.
"Now Ms. Granger," Madame Pomfrey said slowly. "If you think you are calm enough there is one more visitor that would like to see you."
"Sure," Hermione said. "Send him in."
Draco entered the room, his face more pale than usual. His hair was untidy, his steel gray eyes full of worry.
"'Mione!" he said, rushing to her bed. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," Hermione mumbled.
"What happened?"
Silence.
"The person kissed you. And touched you."
Hermione glanced up at him, startled. "How do you know?"
Draco said nothing.
"Draco Malfoy, you know who did this to me, don't you?"
A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait guys! I've been busy with so much stuff, not to mention I had a terrible case of writer's block. But I think this chapter turned out pretty good. So far, something bad has happened to Ron and Hermione. Now only Harry and Draco remain. DUN DUN DUN! I already know some of the stuff that's gonna happen in the next chapter...but I'm not gonna tell you.
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Hermione got up to walk away but Draco held her back. "Where do you think you're going?"
"As far away as I can possibly get from YOU."
"I didn't hurt Weasel."
"Oh really?" Hermione asked, laughing humorlessly.
"I didn't, 'Mione. You have to trust me."
Tears gathered in Hermione's eyes but she quickly wiped them away. This was way too much for one day.
"How can I trust ANYONE?! One of my best friends could die and I think the guy I love hurt him. WHO IS THERE TO TRUST?!"
"Y- you love me?"
"Did I say that?"
"Yes."
"Well, I slipped up. I meant to say the guy I USE to love."
"You don't mean that."
"I'm sure I do."
Draco pulled Hermione down onto his lap. He pressed his lips hard against hers. Hermione closed her eyes to keep the tears from flowing. She shouldn't be kissing, not with Ron hurt...
But it felt so right. Hermione could feel the heat between Draco and herself. She wanted to go farther, to go the whole way. Anything to get her mind off the real world.
Draco brushed his hand against her chest. She shivered in his arms, savoring the feeling every time he touched her.
"Sorry," he mumbled, kissing her still.
"What for?"
"Touching you."
"Touch me again," Hermione said softly.
Draco's mouth dropped open. He quickly closed it, trying to regain his composure. "W- what did you say?"
"I said touch me again."
Draco looked at her oddly.
"Fine! If you don't want to..." Hermione sat up, only to be pulled back down again.
"I never said I didn't want to."
*
Hermione walked into the common room, beaming happily. Life seemed to be going well. Her time with Draco had reached an all time high and there was nothing else to think about...
"Hermione!" Harry said anxiously, running over. "It's Ron. He needs to talk to you."
Hermione's mouth went dry. She had forgotten about Ron! "What's wrong with him Harry?" she asked shakily.
"Nothing. He just...really needs to talk to you."
"Take me to him."
*
Ron lay in the hospital wing, extremely pale beneath his freckles. His fiery red hair was flat against his head, messy and not as fiery as usual. His eyes looked empty and thoughtless, his face gaunt and shallow.
"Ron?" Hermione said tentatively, walking forward.
"Hey, Hermione." Ron grimaced. Hermione realized it was a pitiful attempt at smiling. "How are you?"
Hermione moved forward, sitting on the bed near Ron's head. "Nevermind me! How are you?" She brushed his hair out of his face, concern in her eyes.
"Fine," Ron said, closing his eyes.
"Liar."
Ron said nothing.
"I'm so sorry, Ron!" Hermione sobbed, tears pouring down her cheeks. The tears she had held back for some time now ran freely down her face. "It's all my fault!"
"It's not."
Hermione looked at him, wiping her eyes, sniffling still.
"Besides," Ron said shrugging. "It's not that bad. I'll be out..." he did not finish his sentence.
"Maybe you don't understand, Ron. You're in the hospital wing. There are some healers from Mungo's waiting in Madame Pomfrey's office. This is VERY serious."
"I've been hurt before..."
Hermione shook her head, laughing humorlessly.
"You don't get it wrong. None of this would of happened if it wasn't for me."
"Remember the Whomping Willow? It bruised Harry and I pretty badly and we're still here."
"RON! THAT WAS A BLOODY TREE! THIS WAS A KILLING SPELL! YOU COULD DIE!"
Silence filled the room. Ron looked at Hermione, his mouth hanging slightly open. Ashamed at shouting, Hermione turned away.
"Maybe I should leave."
"Don't go."
More silence.
"I wanted this to happen to you."
Ron's attention snapped towards Hermione's face. "Y- you wanted this to happen to me?"
Hermione did not meet his eyes. "After the incident with you, Draco, and I...I wished something bad would happen to you. Something that would cause you pain. But," Hermione grasped Ron's cold hands. "I never wanted anything this serious to happen to you. I love you Ron. You are one of the most important people in my life. And if you were to die..." her voice faded.
Ron laughed. Hermione glared at him. "Ron this is NOT a laughing matter."
"Hermione,"
"I'm serious Ron, you could die!"
"Hermione!"
"I know you and Harry have gotten hurt before but it has never been this serious."
"HERMIONE!"
"What?"
Ron's shoulders were shaking as he tried to hold back a fresh wave of laugher. "I'm ok!"
Hermione looked up, surprised.
"What do you mean?"
"I can go back to classes tomorrow!"
"REALLY?! OH RON, THAT'S WONDERFUL!" She bent down, kissed him on the cheek and practically skipped back to the common room.
*
"Good to see you back, Ron!" various students shouted to him in the hallway. Everyone (almost everyone) was glad to see that the Golden Trio was together once again.
"Breakfast!" Ron said, starting to walk faster to get to the Great Hall before everyone else.
"Breakfast will be there for awhile, Ron! There's no need to hurry," Hermione shouted.
"Let him eat," Harry whispered. "Have you ever eaten the food in the hospital wing? Not very good."
Hermione giggled. FINALLY, everything seemed to be perfect. Nothing bad was going to happen. Or so she thought.
*
"Aw, man!" Hermione muttered under her breath.
"What's up, 'Mione?" Harry asked loudly.
"Just forgot my Transfiguration book!" she replied. "I'm going back to the common room to get it."
Harry and Ron waved goodbye to Hermione as she jogged back to the common room.
As she traveled through a dark hallway, a shadow blocked her path.
"Excuse me!" she said, trying to get through. The shadow then gripped her hard, pressing his lips roughly against hers. The shadow's tongue pushed open Hermione's mouth and tried to get far into her mouth. It was becoming very hard for Hermione to breath, very vision was fuzzy, half because of lack of air and because the tears in her eyes. The shadow then pushed her up against a wall, and touched her chest. Hermione felt so tired, so weak. The tongue finally left her mouth and she could breath again. But then the Shadow's hands were handing towards...
"No!" Hermione shouted as loud as she could. She kicked her attacker in the balls. He grunted, doubled over in pain. A strong hand slapped her cheek hard, and Hermione felt herself hit the ground.
"Help..." she mumbled, as everything became black.
*
Hermione's eyes flew open, checking out her surroundings. She was lying in the hospital wing, staring into the concerned faces of Harry and Ron.
"Ron!" Hermione croaked. "You're ok!"
"I'm fine," he said quickly. "But what about you?"
"I'm...ok," she finished lamely.
"What happened?" Harry asked urgently.
Hermione raised a hand to her lips, trying to remember what happened. Nothing came to mind, only darkness.
"I'm not sure," Hermione confessed.
"Were you attacked? Did someone hit you with a spell?"
Suddenly, everything came flooding back to Hermione. The shadow. The kiss. The touch.
"Nothing!" she said hurriedly. "Nothing happened!"
"So you are telling me that you are in the hospital wing for no reason at all, Ms. Granger?" Madame Pomfrey inquired dryly.
"Well," Hermione said uncomfortably. "I don't remember what happened."
"Hey Madame Pomfrey, can you leave?" Ron inquired.
Madame Pomfrey glared at him, nostrils flaring. "I am here to take care of my patient!"
"Yeah," Ron said. "But we need to talk to her."
"Only," Harry added.
Madame Pomfrey gave the two boys one last glare and bustled out of the room, picking up potions here and there.
"What happened Hermione?" Harry questioned softly.
Hermione opened her mouth to say "nothing" but Ron cut her off.
"Don't even think of saying nothing," he said fiercely. "Harry and I both know something happened. So please tell us."
Hermione would have refused, but he had said please. It would be rude and impolite not to answer, and besides, these were her best friends! They would understand...
Wouldn't they?
"I was going back to the common room to grab my Transfiguration book," she whispered. "And this shadow stopped me in a hallway. He started kissing me...and touching me. His tongue was so far down in my throat I could barely breath. He was about to touch my..." Hermione blushed, not wanting to say it in front of the two boys. "Err - you know, but I kicked him in his private."
Harry and Ron looked disgusted and angry. Before they could say anything, Hermione hurried to finish.
"It's all under control. It's not going to happen again, so there is no use getting angry over it. PLEASE don't tell anyone."
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, his face turning red. "This isn't right! You should report this to Professor McGonagall."
"NO!" Hermione shrieked loudly.
Madame Pomfrey popped her head outside of her office door. "Ms. Granger if you do not keep your voice down I will have to Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley to leave."
"Sorry," Hermione said meekly.
Madame Pomfrey's closed her office door again and Hermione began again.
"It was hard enough for me to tell you, imagine me telling Professor Dumbledore about being sexually harassed!"
"I don't care how hard it is for you," Harry said gruffly. "You're telling them! You don't know that this won't happen again!"
"You cannot make me tell ANYONE, Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted, jumping up out of the bed.
"Hermione!" Ron hissed. "Calm down! Madame Pomfrey will..."
"Ms. Granger! WHAT are you doing?" Madame Pomfrey squawked. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, OUT! You are upsetting my patient! You can come back for another visit tomorrow!"
Harry and Ron left, casting nervous glances back at Hermione.
"Now Ms. Granger," Madame Pomfrey said slowly. "If you think you are calm enough there is one more visitor that would like to see you."
"Sure," Hermione said. "Send him in."
Draco entered the room, his face more pale than usual. His hair was untidy, his steel gray eyes full of worry.
"'Mione!" he said, rushing to her bed. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," Hermione mumbled.
"What happened?"
Silence.
"The person kissed you. And touched you."
Hermione glanced up at him, startled. "How do you know?"
Draco said nothing.
"Draco Malfoy, you know who did this to me, don't you?"
A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait guys! I've been busy with so much stuff, not to mention I had a terrible case of writer's block. But I think this chapter turned out pretty good. So far, something bad has happened to Ron and Hermione. Now only Harry and Draco remain. DUN DUN DUN! I already know some of the stuff that's gonna happen in the next chapter...but I'm not gonna tell you.
ATTENTION! If you'd like me to email you whenever I update, please tell me so in your review. And even if you don't want me to, REVIEW! Thanks =D