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A/N: Sorry to leave you hanging like that there, I didn't know so many people were actually reading it. A big thanks goes out to all my reviewers.

PearlyGoddess- My writing is still not sound yet so I suppose that I should clarify what I was trying to say. First, because Snape got lost in the crowd at the match he could not see nor get to Krum or Hermione. Second, he didn't get to finish the note so he didn't actually have enough of the details to stop her from going. I appreciate your review. Cheers!

Severus Snape was at a total loss. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He walked cautiously over to her and handed her the potion. She drank it in one swallow and then looked at him helplessly. He wanted to take her in his arms but was afraid he would get the same reaction as he had when he touched her the last time. Seeing her pained and broken, he took a chance and knelt beside her.

"Miss Granger," he didn't know what to say. It would be foolish to ask if she was all right.

"Why?" was all she muttered as she leaned into him. He carefully put his arms around her and held her as she cried into his robes. He could smell the blood and Viktor Krum's scent emanating from her. It was nauseating.

"Would you like me to get Professor McGonagall for you?" She shook her head 'no' into his shoulder and continued crying. He pushed her head away from him and lifted her chin so he could see into her eyes. She couldn't force herself to look into his. She was ashamed, ashamed at what she had done. He could see it and as much as he wanted to tell her it would be all right, he knew that it wouldn't help.

"What can I do?" he asked her softly.

"B-bath, please." He didn't know if he should take her to her rooms or not. They were closest to his own so he picked her up and carried her into his rooms. He placed her into a sitting chair. She could feel the warmth from where he had been sitting only moments before.

"I've drawn you some water and put some of my old robes in there for you," he began.

She nodded and walked over to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and pulled off the clothes that she was wearing. She got into the bath and scrubbed herself all over until she was almost raw. She continued crying but the heat of the bath seemed to calm her.

Severus could hear the water splashing and soft cries while she was in his bathroom. He couldn't get the image out of his mind. Her face, her chest, her thighs, it was all unreal. As he replayed their last conversation, he kicked himself for not pursuing it further. I could have stopped this. I could have found out where she was going, I could have followed her at least. I could have been there to protect her. To keep that… thing from attacking her, from raping her…Severus sank back into the chair as he had finally come to realize what had happened to the precious being that was now in his bath. He knew before, in the dungeons, but hadn't said until just then. He raped her. That bastard raped her. The word kept repeating itself in his mind as he tried to imagine what had happened. He heard the water draining from the bath and the door to his bathroom opened. Hermione walked out shamefully with his robes on, and instead of leaving, she lay down on his bed. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Severus was at a loss. He didn't know if he should wake her or move her or just let her be. He opted for the latter. She had lain down so that her face was towards the other wall. She had drawn her knees up into her chest and lay there silently. He went into the bathroom and gathered the towels. His eyes eventually shifted over to the pile of clothes she had left in the room. He picked them up and took them out to his fireplace. He tossed them in one by one. Her robe with the torn buttons, her bloodied blouse and skirt, her brassiere, he threw them in and watched them burn. Still, he looked back into the adjoining room to see Hermione breathing in and out, resting peacefully. He walked back into the room and turned the covers on the other side of the bed down. He gently moved her into his bed and before he pulled the covers up around her, he saw her body beneath the robe. The deep gashes on her breasts, the bruises on her hips and thighs, he spread the robes back around her and pulled the covers over her. He sat in the chair and watched her sleep for the rest of the night. He didn't know why he felt he needed to be there, but he stayed, hoping that he might be able to protect her from anything else.

Hermione awoke the next morning as the sun blinded her. She opened the one eye to see Snape sleeping in his chair. From the way he was sitting she knew that he was going to have a very sore neck when he awoke. She had almost forgotten why she was in his bed until the memories from the night before came floating back to her. She sat up in his bed and brought her hands up to her face.

"No, no, no… NO!" Snape woke up with a start and rushed over to the bedside. He put his arm around her and drew her into his chest.

"It's all right. You're safe here. I've got you. Nothing can harm you here." He rocked her gently as tears escaped her once again.

"H-how could I have been so stupid! I should have known not to go… you were right Professor. You knew. I guess you think that I deserve what I got."

He pulled away from her and forced her face to his glance. "Look at me." She avoided his glances.

"Look at me Miss Granger, you didn't deserve this. Do you understand me? You didn't do anything that would warrant this. Krum is just a selfish bastard."
"But its my fault, I shouldn't have gone, I shouldn't gone to his room, I should have fought harder…." She sobbed relentlessly.

"This isn't your fault. I promise you that. Whatever you should or shouldn't have done makes no difference. No one is to blame but Krum. You are not responsible for his actions." His words were met with a slight unbelieving nod of the head. She leaned back into him and cried until she was asleep again.

A/N: Now, isn't that sweet… and I do promise a happy ending for our dear Hermione and Snape.