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As far as Hermione's backless gown she is going to wear at the dinner, I thought girls wore dresses while the boys wear the robes. Tell me if I'm wrong.
"What do you mean, 'she's not alone'?" Ron asked. "Who's she with?"
"Some American guy." Dean said. "They came in few minutes ago."
"Kyle." Ron said his name like a curse.
"Yeah, that's it." Lavender exclaimed. "Hermione kicked me and Parvati out of the room. Said she and Kyle had to talk. But I doubt they're doing that much talking."
Parvati giggled. "I'm actually impressed. We've only been here two days and she already has one in her room. I didn't think Hermione was that easy."
"Shut it, Parvati." Harry hissed.
Harry could see the news take effect on Ron's face. First Ron had seemed shocked. But now that shock was slowly changing to anger. Harry knew tat this was a horribly volatile situation. He had to get Ron out of the area before he did something he would regret.
Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Let's go down to the beach, Ron."
Ron shrugged the hand off sharply. "Fuck her. Fuck them both." he said and walked through the door that connected this room to the Harry and Ron's.
Everyone seemed shocked that Ron hadn't rushed over and broken Hermione's door down.
Now that Ron was out of the room and Harry didn't have to worry about his reaction to the news, Harry let it sink in.
Hermione in a locked room with Kyle? That idea was so foreign that he had a hard time believing it. Hermione, who Harry had thought had been in love with Ron for years, didn't seem to be the kind to act on an infatuation. Whatever is going on in that room, if Kyle hurts her, I'll kill him myself, Harry thought.
Harry walked into the room he was sharing with Ron. Ron was sitting on his bed, looking at the stack of papers Magonagall had given him. Harry still had no idea what those papers were, but he wasn't about to ask.
He walked over to his own bed and laid down in it. He looked over at Ron and caught a glimpse of the papers in his lap. Spidery words covered the page and Harry couldn't read any of it.
"What is that written in?" Harry asked.
Ron didn't answer immediately. "Old druidic. It's what the old wizards from England used to speak before they learned English."
"Can you read it?"
"No. No one can, really."
"Then why did Magonagall give to you."
"It's my assignment for the gathering." Ron said shortly, forestalling any more questions.
Not seeing anything else to talk about Harry dived right into the real problem.
"So, what do you think about what Hermione is doing?"
Ron laughed. "I came in here so I didn't have to think about it."
"Don't you think we should do something? Hermione doesn't know about Kyle and that girl from the pool room. He was making out with her twenty minutes before he was dancing with Hermione! She doesn't know she being played." Harry muttered, staring up at the ceiling.
"No. She's made her choice. She's going to have to live with it." Ron said quietly.
"That's not fair, Ron. She doesn't know what we do. Don't let your jealousy get in the way of helping an friend." Harry wished he could have those words back immediately after they left his mouth.
Once again, Ron didn't explode on cue. He got off of his bed slowly and put the papers back into his trunk. He then walked over to the corner of the room and took off his shirt. Then, he kneeled on the ground and began doing push-ups.
***
Contrary to what everyone believed, Hermione and Kyle were just talking. Not that Kyle didn't wish they were doing more. Instead, he had to listen to Hermione sob about the situation between her and Ron.
During a particularly long period of crying, Kyle stopped listening. Who would have thought English chicks were so sensitive, he thought to himself. He had only agreed to come up here because he had thought Hermione was going to put out. Now he was stuck with an emotional, crying kid while he could be out hitting on girls that were his own age.
Wait a second, he thought. Emotional means vulnerable, right? This might turn out OK. He just had to play it right.
He wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Don't worry about Ron. As far as I can tell, he's an idiot for not seeing what a truly wonderful person you are." Yeah, that was good. Tear apart this Ron character while making yourself look good. The oldest trick in the book.
"Really?" Hermione asked, fresh tears running down her face.
"Absolutely." he answered, trying to put an honest look on his face.
"Thanks." she said and laid her head on Kyle's shoulder.
Good. Good. Just one final push and she'll be like putty in my hands.
"If he couldn't see in six years what I saw in two days, he isn't worth your time."
"I guess not." she said weepingly.
Damn, Kyle, you are good.
She seemed ready to break out into another crying run. Well, that won't do, he thought. He brought up his other arm and cupped her face in his hand. "You are a great person. Don't ever let someone make you feel like you are not."
She smiled.
Bingo.
Kyle leaned in a kissed her softly. She let out a soft moan, but then returned the kiss. Perfect, Kyle thought as he brought his hand down to rest on her thigh. You can't go too far too fast, you'll scare her.
Once she seemed comfortable with his hand on her thigh, Kyle slowly slid his hand and rested it on the skin of her stomach. He could feel her pulse beating wildly.
It suddenly hit Kyle that this was probably her first kiss, and the revelation excited him. Girls were best when corrupted from the beginning. They might not like it the first time, but they would always come back for more.
He slid his hand up to her bra covered breast.
"Kyle, slow down." Hermione said, pulling away.
Slow down? This was probably the best performance of his career, and she was telling him to slow down? Fuck that.
He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and brought her lips crashing into his own. In his excitement, he bit her lip a little too hard and he tasted fresh blood. She was really struggling now, but Kyle paid it no attention.
She pushed him away suddenly and made a dash for the doorway. It didn't matter. He had locked the door earlier just in case she had tried to get away. He caught up to her as she tried to open it and grabbed her around the stomach. She struggled, and he ended up ripping her shirt off.
She was screaming now, but Kyle didn't care. No one could get in. He had all the time in the world.
He threw her roughly down onto the bed an began undoing his belt. At the sight of this, she really started screaming. Kyle couldn't understand most of it, but she kept yelling the name Ron over and over. Who was Ron again? It didn't matter. He had her now.
***
After one hundred push-ups, Ron was really feeling it. He had never been able to do one hundred before, but then again he had never been this angry before. How could she do this too me. I thought she loved me.
The blood began pounding in his head again, and he felt a new wave of energy. Kyle can have her.
Just then he heard the sounds of a scuffle coming from through he wall. Seamus and Dean are probably wrestling, he thought.
But as the sounds grew louder, Ron realized they were coming from further down the hallway. He stopped doing push-ups and listened.
"Ron!" Hermione's screamed echoed over the entire floor.
Without even thinking about it, Ron was moving. He reached Hermione's door before he realized he had even moved.
"Hermione, are you OK?" he asked through he door.
She began screaming even louder, but was cut off by what sounded like a slap.
Suddenly Harry was there. "What's going on?" he asked.
Ron didn't answer. With one mighty swing of his long leg, he kicked in the door. It came right off of its hinges and sailed into the room.
What he saw made all the blood in his body rush to his head. Through a red haze he saw Hermione on the floor with Kyle over her, trying to undo his belt buckle.
When Hermione saw Ron, she flew into his arms. He looked down and saw that she was holding together the remnants of her ripped shirt. She had blood running out of the corner of her mouth where Kyle had slapped her.
Kyle, seeming to just realize someone else had entered the room, said, "Get out of here! This has nothing to do with you."
Ron pushed Hermione out through what remained of the door and into Harry's arms. "Get her out of here." he said calmly and turned back to face Kyle.
Kyle seemed to have regained some of his composure. He sat down on the corner of the bed and pulled out a cigarette. "Fucking English bitch." he murmured while lighting it.
Ron calmly walked over to him and threw an over hand punch right in his face. It connected with a satisfactory crunch. Kyle flew off of the bed and hit the wall with enough force to crack the dry wall. When he pushed himself back to his feet, his nose was bent horribly and there was blood running down his face.
But Ron wasn't done yet. Not nearly. He leaped over the bed and punched Kyle again. He felt Kyle's blood rush over his fist and it felt good. Kyle's upper lip had split, and there seemed to be a few missing teeth.
Ron continued to beat on Kyle until a hand grabbed his shoulder. He spun ready to attack the newcomer. But it was Harry.
"He's had enough, Ron." Harry said.
Beyond Harry stood the entire class. They seemed shocked at the savagery of what Ron had done.
Ron looked down at Kyle and realized Harry was right. Ron didn't think Kyle's own mother would recognize him.
He knelt down next to Kyle and whispered into his ear. "Get out of town, Kyle. Get on the first flight back to California or wherever the hell you live. Because if I ever see you near her again, I will kill you. I swear on my life, I will kill you."
Ron grabbed Kyle by the scruff of his neck. He dragged him out to the hallway and shoved him away.
Kyle stumbled to his feet had walked unsteadily down the hallway towards the elevator. Ron watched to make sure he would get on the elevator, and when he did, he felt the anger drain out of him. Hermione.
Ron shoved his way through his classmates and ran down the hall. He ran into his own room and saw Hermione sitting on his bed. She was sobbing so hard her body was shaking. When she saw Ron run into he room, she launched herself into his arms.
"I'm so sorry, Ron. I'm so sorry." she cried.
"Don't worry. It's over, now. He'll never touch you again."
"He hurt me, Ron." she said, fingering her broken lip.
"I know."
"What did you do to him?"
Ron laughed. "I persuaded him to leave. Let's just say that you won't be seeing old Kyle any time soon."
Hermione laughed into his chest. "I could hear him hit wall from over here. I'm glad for what you did, but you're going to get into a lot of trouble." She looked up at him. "I can't believe you kicked in the door." Her voice was full of awe. "I didn't know you were that strong."
Ron thought back on the things he had just done. Kicking the door off of it's hinges, punching Kyle across the room- they seemed to be things beyond his normal strength.
"I'm not, really. I was just angry. More angry than I've ever been in my entire life. When I saw your torn shirt and your bleeding lip, something inside me snapped." he grabbed her shoulder and pushed out to arm's length. "No one does that to you, Hermione. Not when I'm around. If something like this happens again, you come get me. Even if I'm on the other side of the world, I'll come."
Hermione looked like she as going to cry as she said, "You're never getting that far from me, Ronald Weasley."
She flung her arms around him again held and they held each other.
I hope reading Kyle's inner monologue is as disturbing as writing it was. I've never put myself in the mind of a rapist before. It wasn't an enjoyable experience. The gathering is coming soon. Tell me what you think.
Thanks for reviewing. You know who you are.
As far as Hermione's backless gown she is going to wear at the dinner, I thought girls wore dresses while the boys wear the robes. Tell me if I'm wrong.
"What do you mean, 'she's not alone'?" Ron asked. "Who's she with?"
"Some American guy." Dean said. "They came in few minutes ago."
"Kyle." Ron said his name like a curse.
"Yeah, that's it." Lavender exclaimed. "Hermione kicked me and Parvati out of the room. Said she and Kyle had to talk. But I doubt they're doing that much talking."
Parvati giggled. "I'm actually impressed. We've only been here two days and she already has one in her room. I didn't think Hermione was that easy."
"Shut it, Parvati." Harry hissed.
Harry could see the news take effect on Ron's face. First Ron had seemed shocked. But now that shock was slowly changing to anger. Harry knew tat this was a horribly volatile situation. He had to get Ron out of the area before he did something he would regret.
Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Let's go down to the beach, Ron."
Ron shrugged the hand off sharply. "Fuck her. Fuck them both." he said and walked through the door that connected this room to the Harry and Ron's.
Everyone seemed shocked that Ron hadn't rushed over and broken Hermione's door down.
Now that Ron was out of the room and Harry didn't have to worry about his reaction to the news, Harry let it sink in.
Hermione in a locked room with Kyle? That idea was so foreign that he had a hard time believing it. Hermione, who Harry had thought had been in love with Ron for years, didn't seem to be the kind to act on an infatuation. Whatever is going on in that room, if Kyle hurts her, I'll kill him myself, Harry thought.
Harry walked into the room he was sharing with Ron. Ron was sitting on his bed, looking at the stack of papers Magonagall had given him. Harry still had no idea what those papers were, but he wasn't about to ask.
He walked over to his own bed and laid down in it. He looked over at Ron and caught a glimpse of the papers in his lap. Spidery words covered the page and Harry couldn't read any of it.
"What is that written in?" Harry asked.
Ron didn't answer immediately. "Old druidic. It's what the old wizards from England used to speak before they learned English."
"Can you read it?"
"No. No one can, really."
"Then why did Magonagall give to you."
"It's my assignment for the gathering." Ron said shortly, forestalling any more questions.
Not seeing anything else to talk about Harry dived right into the real problem.
"So, what do you think about what Hermione is doing?"
Ron laughed. "I came in here so I didn't have to think about it."
"Don't you think we should do something? Hermione doesn't know about Kyle and that girl from the pool room. He was making out with her twenty minutes before he was dancing with Hermione! She doesn't know she being played." Harry muttered, staring up at the ceiling.
"No. She's made her choice. She's going to have to live with it." Ron said quietly.
"That's not fair, Ron. She doesn't know what we do. Don't let your jealousy get in the way of helping an friend." Harry wished he could have those words back immediately after they left his mouth.
Once again, Ron didn't explode on cue. He got off of his bed slowly and put the papers back into his trunk. He then walked over to the corner of the room and took off his shirt. Then, he kneeled on the ground and began doing push-ups.
***
Contrary to what everyone believed, Hermione and Kyle were just talking. Not that Kyle didn't wish they were doing more. Instead, he had to listen to Hermione sob about the situation between her and Ron.
During a particularly long period of crying, Kyle stopped listening. Who would have thought English chicks were so sensitive, he thought to himself. He had only agreed to come up here because he had thought Hermione was going to put out. Now he was stuck with an emotional, crying kid while he could be out hitting on girls that were his own age.
Wait a second, he thought. Emotional means vulnerable, right? This might turn out OK. He just had to play it right.
He wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Don't worry about Ron. As far as I can tell, he's an idiot for not seeing what a truly wonderful person you are." Yeah, that was good. Tear apart this Ron character while making yourself look good. The oldest trick in the book.
"Really?" Hermione asked, fresh tears running down her face.
"Absolutely." he answered, trying to put an honest look on his face.
"Thanks." she said and laid her head on Kyle's shoulder.
Good. Good. Just one final push and she'll be like putty in my hands.
"If he couldn't see in six years what I saw in two days, he isn't worth your time."
"I guess not." she said weepingly.
Damn, Kyle, you are good.
She seemed ready to break out into another crying run. Well, that won't do, he thought. He brought up his other arm and cupped her face in his hand. "You are a great person. Don't ever let someone make you feel like you are not."
She smiled.
Bingo.
Kyle leaned in a kissed her softly. She let out a soft moan, but then returned the kiss. Perfect, Kyle thought as he brought his hand down to rest on her thigh. You can't go too far too fast, you'll scare her.
Once she seemed comfortable with his hand on her thigh, Kyle slowly slid his hand and rested it on the skin of her stomach. He could feel her pulse beating wildly.
It suddenly hit Kyle that this was probably her first kiss, and the revelation excited him. Girls were best when corrupted from the beginning. They might not like it the first time, but they would always come back for more.
He slid his hand up to her bra covered breast.
"Kyle, slow down." Hermione said, pulling away.
Slow down? This was probably the best performance of his career, and she was telling him to slow down? Fuck that.
He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and brought her lips crashing into his own. In his excitement, he bit her lip a little too hard and he tasted fresh blood. She was really struggling now, but Kyle paid it no attention.
She pushed him away suddenly and made a dash for the doorway. It didn't matter. He had locked the door earlier just in case she had tried to get away. He caught up to her as she tried to open it and grabbed her around the stomach. She struggled, and he ended up ripping her shirt off.
She was screaming now, but Kyle didn't care. No one could get in. He had all the time in the world.
He threw her roughly down onto the bed an began undoing his belt. At the sight of this, she really started screaming. Kyle couldn't understand most of it, but she kept yelling the name Ron over and over. Who was Ron again? It didn't matter. He had her now.
***
After one hundred push-ups, Ron was really feeling it. He had never been able to do one hundred before, but then again he had never been this angry before. How could she do this too me. I thought she loved me.
The blood began pounding in his head again, and he felt a new wave of energy. Kyle can have her.
Just then he heard the sounds of a scuffle coming from through he wall. Seamus and Dean are probably wrestling, he thought.
But as the sounds grew louder, Ron realized they were coming from further down the hallway. He stopped doing push-ups and listened.
"Ron!" Hermione's screamed echoed over the entire floor.
Without even thinking about it, Ron was moving. He reached Hermione's door before he realized he had even moved.
"Hermione, are you OK?" he asked through he door.
She began screaming even louder, but was cut off by what sounded like a slap.
Suddenly Harry was there. "What's going on?" he asked.
Ron didn't answer. With one mighty swing of his long leg, he kicked in the door. It came right off of its hinges and sailed into the room.
What he saw made all the blood in his body rush to his head. Through a red haze he saw Hermione on the floor with Kyle over her, trying to undo his belt buckle.
When Hermione saw Ron, she flew into his arms. He looked down and saw that she was holding together the remnants of her ripped shirt. She had blood running out of the corner of her mouth where Kyle had slapped her.
Kyle, seeming to just realize someone else had entered the room, said, "Get out of here! This has nothing to do with you."
Ron pushed Hermione out through what remained of the door and into Harry's arms. "Get her out of here." he said calmly and turned back to face Kyle.
Kyle seemed to have regained some of his composure. He sat down on the corner of the bed and pulled out a cigarette. "Fucking English bitch." he murmured while lighting it.
Ron calmly walked over to him and threw an over hand punch right in his face. It connected with a satisfactory crunch. Kyle flew off of the bed and hit the wall with enough force to crack the dry wall. When he pushed himself back to his feet, his nose was bent horribly and there was blood running down his face.
But Ron wasn't done yet. Not nearly. He leaped over the bed and punched Kyle again. He felt Kyle's blood rush over his fist and it felt good. Kyle's upper lip had split, and there seemed to be a few missing teeth.
Ron continued to beat on Kyle until a hand grabbed his shoulder. He spun ready to attack the newcomer. But it was Harry.
"He's had enough, Ron." Harry said.
Beyond Harry stood the entire class. They seemed shocked at the savagery of what Ron had done.
Ron looked down at Kyle and realized Harry was right. Ron didn't think Kyle's own mother would recognize him.
He knelt down next to Kyle and whispered into his ear. "Get out of town, Kyle. Get on the first flight back to California or wherever the hell you live. Because if I ever see you near her again, I will kill you. I swear on my life, I will kill you."
Ron grabbed Kyle by the scruff of his neck. He dragged him out to the hallway and shoved him away.
Kyle stumbled to his feet had walked unsteadily down the hallway towards the elevator. Ron watched to make sure he would get on the elevator, and when he did, he felt the anger drain out of him. Hermione.
Ron shoved his way through his classmates and ran down the hall. He ran into his own room and saw Hermione sitting on his bed. She was sobbing so hard her body was shaking. When she saw Ron run into he room, she launched herself into his arms.
"I'm so sorry, Ron. I'm so sorry." she cried.
"Don't worry. It's over, now. He'll never touch you again."
"He hurt me, Ron." she said, fingering her broken lip.
"I know."
"What did you do to him?"
Ron laughed. "I persuaded him to leave. Let's just say that you won't be seeing old Kyle any time soon."
Hermione laughed into his chest. "I could hear him hit wall from over here. I'm glad for what you did, but you're going to get into a lot of trouble." She looked up at him. "I can't believe you kicked in the door." Her voice was full of awe. "I didn't know you were that strong."
Ron thought back on the things he had just done. Kicking the door off of it's hinges, punching Kyle across the room- they seemed to be things beyond his normal strength.
"I'm not, really. I was just angry. More angry than I've ever been in my entire life. When I saw your torn shirt and your bleeding lip, something inside me snapped." he grabbed her shoulder and pushed out to arm's length. "No one does that to you, Hermione. Not when I'm around. If something like this happens again, you come get me. Even if I'm on the other side of the world, I'll come."
Hermione looked like she as going to cry as she said, "You're never getting that far from me, Ronald Weasley."
She flung her arms around him again held and they held each other.
I hope reading Kyle's inner monologue is as disturbing as writing it was. I've never put myself in the mind of a rapist before. It wasn't an enjoyable experience. The gathering is coming soon. Tell me what you think.