"Right" Hermione replied sarcastically "So you really think I'd tell you if
I was pregnant with his baby?"
"Well no... but look Hermione I don't want to argue about this, I don't like guessing games and I'm not about to start now WHO IS THE FATHER?" Ron stated angrily, he was going to get an explanation for this!
"FUCK YOU! It's not your business, all you need to know is it's not yours!" Hermione was now in tears how could Ron be this cruel? He was her friend he was supposed to understand, he was acting like a different person, where was the best friend she had known all these years? Before Ron could say anything else Hermione quickly ran up to the girl's dormitories followed by an escapade of tears. It had happened at the end of the summer Hermione had gotten raped and now to make that even worse she found out that she was pregnant and this was only the third week of school! She had decided to tell Ron about the incident and the pregnancy, after all he was her best friend. When Hermione had revealed it had been someone they knew Ron pressed for details, Hermione however refused to uncover the identity of her attacker. Ron was unable to cope with her lack of answers, and although his intentions were good, he was unable to push aside his emotional attachment to Hermione long enough to see the situation in a clear light. When Ron accused Hermione of being pregnant with Draco's baby she couldn't control her temper any longer and that's when she herself had cracked. Unbeknownst to Ron the person who actually had raped Hermione had been Harry. After Sirius' death Harry had been different. He had been depressed and angrier than ever and his time spent with the Dursleys over the summer had made him even worse. It was during a day of back to school shopping that "it" happened.
FLASHBACK:
"Harry!" Said Hermione happily, she ran over to a Tall boy with glasses and an odd shaped scar on his forehead, she embraced him warmly.
"Hello Hermione." Harry stated blankly, he sounded rather out of it as if he may have had a bit too much to drink and his breath was ridden with the stench of alcohol.
"...So how was your summer?" she asked trying to sound as cheerful as possible "Read any good books?" Harry stared at Hermione and then after quickly scanning the present surroundings he looked back at Hermione, he seemed slightly more aware of his actions now but the look he was giving her made her slightly uncomfortable "Hey I think I saw Ron back there at 'Flourish and Blott's' wanna' go see if he's still there?" Hermione eased up a bit.
"Sure Harry." She said brightly
"Good, I know a shortcut, follow me." Harry roughly grasped Hermione's hand and began pulling her down a dank alleyway. The alleyway was very secluded and there was absolutely no one in sight (or within hearing range for that matter).
"Harry..." she said cautiously "are you sure we're going the right way? I don't think that we can get to flourish and Blott's this way."
"Oh no?" asked Harry, he laughed menacingly "well that's because we're making a quick detour first." Hermione looked frightened, she was about to say something but was cut off when as Harry slammed her into the wall of the alleyway. Hermione screamed as Harry roughly bit her neck. She struggled to free herself from his tight grip but his many years of quidditch made it impossible, her fierce protesting merely made him angrier. It was only moments before Harry was able to relieve both himself and Hermione of their trousers (or in Hermione's case a skirt). Hermione eventually blacked out and was left lying there injured and alone.
"Well no... but look Hermione I don't want to argue about this, I don't like guessing games and I'm not about to start now WHO IS THE FATHER?" Ron stated angrily, he was going to get an explanation for this!
"FUCK YOU! It's not your business, all you need to know is it's not yours!" Hermione was now in tears how could Ron be this cruel? He was her friend he was supposed to understand, he was acting like a different person, where was the best friend she had known all these years? Before Ron could say anything else Hermione quickly ran up to the girl's dormitories followed by an escapade of tears. It had happened at the end of the summer Hermione had gotten raped and now to make that even worse she found out that she was pregnant and this was only the third week of school! She had decided to tell Ron about the incident and the pregnancy, after all he was her best friend. When Hermione had revealed it had been someone they knew Ron pressed for details, Hermione however refused to uncover the identity of her attacker. Ron was unable to cope with her lack of answers, and although his intentions were good, he was unable to push aside his emotional attachment to Hermione long enough to see the situation in a clear light. When Ron accused Hermione of being pregnant with Draco's baby she couldn't control her temper any longer and that's when she herself had cracked. Unbeknownst to Ron the person who actually had raped Hermione had been Harry. After Sirius' death Harry had been different. He had been depressed and angrier than ever and his time spent with the Dursleys over the summer had made him even worse. It was during a day of back to school shopping that "it" happened.
FLASHBACK:
"Harry!" Said Hermione happily, she ran over to a Tall boy with glasses and an odd shaped scar on his forehead, she embraced him warmly.
"Hello Hermione." Harry stated blankly, he sounded rather out of it as if he may have had a bit too much to drink and his breath was ridden with the stench of alcohol.
"...So how was your summer?" she asked trying to sound as cheerful as possible "Read any good books?" Harry stared at Hermione and then after quickly scanning the present surroundings he looked back at Hermione, he seemed slightly more aware of his actions now but the look he was giving her made her slightly uncomfortable "Hey I think I saw Ron back there at 'Flourish and Blott's' wanna' go see if he's still there?" Hermione eased up a bit.
"Sure Harry." She said brightly
"Good, I know a shortcut, follow me." Harry roughly grasped Hermione's hand and began pulling her down a dank alleyway. The alleyway was very secluded and there was absolutely no one in sight (or within hearing range for that matter).
"Harry..." she said cautiously "are you sure we're going the right way? I don't think that we can get to flourish and Blott's this way."
"Oh no?" asked Harry, he laughed menacingly "well that's because we're making a quick detour first." Hermione looked frightened, she was about to say something but was cut off when as Harry slammed her into the wall of the alleyway. Hermione screamed as Harry roughly bit her neck. She struggled to free herself from his tight grip but his many years of quidditch made it impossible, her fierce protesting merely made him angrier. It was only moments before Harry was able to relieve both himself and Hermione of their trousers (or in Hermione's case a skirt). Hermione eventually blacked out and was left lying there injured and alone.