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A/N: Very graphic material ahead, do not read if you are sensitive…

Saturday came way before she was ready for it. She put on her robes and headed towards Diagon Alley. (A/N: I don't know how one gets to Diagon Alley from Hogwarts, but lets just suppose she gets there.) She sat down in the Leaky Cauldron and waited. 1800… no Viktor. 1830… no Viktor. Finally, at 1900 he arrived, looking dog drunk.

"Hermyonny… lets go to my room."

"Viktor, I don't think that's a good idea, let's just sit here and talk. I need to tell you something."

"I said we're going to my room. Now!" He raised his right hand across his left shoulder as if to threaten her.

"Fine, but I have to get back soon. Professor McGonagall is expecting me," she lied to him.

She followed him up the stairs and into his room. He sat her down on the bed and began to kiss her neck.

"Viktor, I don't want to do this. I need to talk…" He cut her off by capturing her mouth in a kiss. She pushed him away from her and wiped her mouth and neck off.

"Hermyonny… I want you"

"I don't want to do this," she pleaded. This was unheard. He pushed her back on the bed, his strong grip holding her wrists above her head with one large rough hand.

"Viktor… stop!" She needed him in the groin and he returned the favor by crashing his fist down into her face. She nearly blacked out. He ripped her robes open, tearing the buttons off. He tossed her wand across the room as he began to open her blouse. She struggled as much as she could but was rewarded each time with a blow to the face. He clawed at her breasts as she felt his nails digging into the tender skin. She tried to cry out but was stopped short with a blow to the lips. He ripped her knickers off of her and panic overtook her. She knew what he meant. He thought that it was time. He had waited and been patient long enough, now he would take what he thought he rightfully owned. He pulled his own pants down and she turned away from the sight of him towering over her. She tried to cross her legs to thwart his advances but was overtaken by the sheer weight of him. He positioned himself over her and thrust hard into her. She cried out as her virgin sex was ripped open. She could feel the blood dripping out of her. He crash into her time and again as she was sure her thighs and pelvis would be thoroughly bruised. Every time she moved or tensed it hurt worse so she lay there with her eyes closed waiting until he was done. He finished in one hard thrust and smiled at her. Before she could get up, he delivered a final blow to her temple that sent her out.

She awoke a few hours later to see that Viktor had gone. Her insides hurt. She pulled her skirt back down and pulled her robes around her. Her wand was gone. She didn't know how she was going to get back. She was tired, disoriented and hurt, deeply. Worst of all, her spirit had been broken. As she made her way back, she finally came to realize what had happened to her. She had been raped. I need a contraception potion. Madam Pomfrey should have one. I just want a bath. A hot bath. By the time she got back to school, it was nearly 2300. She walked in to the Infirmary to see that Madam Pomfrey had posted a note that she would be at a conference until Monday. Great, I can't wait until Monday and there's only one other person who can give me that potion. She didn't want to do it, but she walked down to the dungeons. She didn't care how she looked.

Severus Snape heard the door to the dungeons open from his office. He cast a Page Marking Charm on his book and went to see who it was. Who could be down here at this hour? He walked in to see a dark figure with their back to him. It's so damned dark in here. Who the hell is that at this hour? 10 points from whomever's house it is. He could tell from the height and hair that it was Hermione.

"Miss Granger, what could you possibly need at this hour?"

"I need a contraception potion Professor."

"Miss Granger, I refuse to give you a contraception potion so that you can go and meet that Krum fellow. I won't do it, you need…." He stopped mid-sentence as she turned around to face him.

"Merlin girl, what has happened to you?"

"Please, just give me the potion," she said as the tears began to fall from her bruised eyes. He turned around and went to his stores to locate the potion that he needed. When he returned, Hermione had sat down with her back to him and was crying with her head on the desk. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"NO! Don't touch me!" she cried as she fell into a heap into the floor. She crawled away from him and leaned against the wall. Her head tiled back and her hands firmly gripped the concrete floor. He could see the whites in her knuckles and then he saw the torn robes. He looked at her helplessly as his eyes darted to her ripped blouse, he could see claw marks on her chest and then, he saw the dried blood on her thighs. She sat there crying, he didn't know what to do.

A/N: There's the big climax, now we can have our hero save the day…