Hermione knocked on the door. "Ginny?" she whispered softly. It was late, and Hermione had a suspicion that Ginny was sneaking out, and being a Gryffindor prefect, she had to sort it out.

When she didn't get an answer, she slowly opened the door. Ginny's roommates were asleep in their beds, but Hermione didn't care about them.

She walked over to Ginny's bed, and pulled back the curtains, seeing an empty bed before her. Hermione sighed heavily.

'Ginny, where are you? Why are you sneaking off?' Hermione thought to herself. She shook her head and turned to leave, when a book caught her eye. It was Ginny's poems. Hermione looked around to make sure Susan and Jennette were asleep. She picked up the book and pondered.

'It's not my right to look in this,' she thought. 'But, if Ginny is trouble I should read it.'

Hermione picked it up and flipped it to the last entry that Ginny has written. It was about a two months difference between that entry and the one before it. Hermione sat down on Ginny's bed and read the poem before her.

The Power of Him

i cannot escape him,

for i swore to serve him forever.

at night he calls to me,

and i obey him.

i am only for him;

no one else at all.

i can feel his breath on my neck,

sultry and full of lust.

i can hear him in my ear

promising me things he can give me:

power, lust, and wealth.

things i can do without,

but his touch overrides my mind.

i cannot think clearly around him.

he makes me feel beautiful,

ways others could not do.

i know what i do is wrong,

but he makes it feel so right.

he makes me burn inside.

his kisses are passionate and full of desire.

every night i let his hands wander,

letting him touch wherever he pleases.

when day comes, and the sun is rising

i only have a frail memory of the night before.

i can see the markings he has made,

deep...dark...visible...

nothing can hide them,

for he wants it to be known,

that i am his forever,

his slave for his fantasies.

never could makes him feel love,

nor will i know what love is.

his power is too strong to fight.

i shake when i speak ill of him.

he would torture me when he finds out,

makes me pay for waht i defy.

if i resist, he will come to me.

slipping into my bed,

whispering the same things.

i try to ignore him, but it's no use.

his words have power and magic to them,

makes me turn to him and follow;

knowing the same thing will happen.

there is no use escaping,

the power of him.

Hermione slowly closed the book and put it back in it's place. She shook her head and tried to convince herself that Ginny was just imaginative...

But Ginny this imaginative? Ginny is too innocent and naïve to know what that was like. How could she know such a thing? And who was this guy she was talking about? The one that made her do those things?

Hermione silently but quickly exited the room. Just as she walked into her room, she heard footsteps coming up the stone stairs. Hermione closed the door, leaving a slight gap. She saw Ginny tiptoeing down the hall.

Just as she was to open the door, Hermione stepped out into the hallway.

"Ginny, we need to talk," Hermione said.

Ginny froze where she was, and spun around to face her friend.

"Hermione, do we have to?" Ginny asked, timidly.

"Yes," was the only answer she got.