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Rating: R (Well the first chapter was; this one isn't)

Disclaimer: Same as before; majority of it goes to JK Rowling; events and dialogue belong to me.

I will start with a thank you to my one reviewer Laicamiel

Thank you for your review. You're wrong about Hermione; but you'll find out by the end of this chapter. But now I'm just worried about the fact I can write drunkenness so well!!!

Chapter 2: Immediate Consequences.

I woke up with a really heavy feeling in my stomach. I groaned as I started to roll over. I was in a lot of pain and it took a long time to dawn on me what had happened. My head was still buzzing but with pain; not the light headiness of the night before but a heavy throbbing. I tried to close my eyes; go back to sleep; drown out the pain and the memories. However the feeling of sickness was rising and I desperately needed the toilet. I considered just staying in bed; except thinking about needing the toilet just made the need for it worse.

I eventually dragged myself out of bed and stood up. My head started spinning but now it felt like my brain was banging against my skull; and each time it did the pain shot through me. I stumbled out my room and into the bathroom. I threw up once and then I went to the toilet; as I did the pain seared through me. It felt as if one thousand wasps were stinging me and it brought tears to my eyes. There was blood.

I staggered back to bed and tried to catch up on some more sleep. This didn't last for long, as I soon felt the bile start to rise in my throat again. After two more visits to the toilet I decided I couldn't go back to bed again. Apart from the discomfort of continuously getting back up again, I was worried Mum might hear me and get suspicious.

I went downstairs. My mouth felt furry so I got myself a glass of water. Unfortunately this only served to make my tummy feel swirlier and it wasn't long before I had to rush to the toilet again.

I went back through to the kitchen to get myself another drink. I heard noises from up stairs and I looked up at the clock. It was starting to get late and people would be coming down soon. I didn't want anyone to see me in the state that I was in so I sloped through to the downstairs toilet. I sat on the floor and leant my forehead against the wall. I felt so low and alone. The despair finally got to me and the tears rolled down my cheeks.

With my eyes closed; I had flashbacks of the night before. I could see Draco's distracted face. He had never looked me in the eyes. Whenever I had been alert enough to focus on him his eyes had been blank and staring at a point just above my shoulder. The night before had been meaningless to him.

I had never thought of Draco as attractive; much less fancied him. Some girls in my year did, but I didn't see what they did. After the night before, I now thought even less of him. He was quite short; only an inch or two taller than me. Without his clothes he looked quite paunch. He had sweated a lot and had felt quite sticky. His hair was greasy; stuck together in clumps. He had a vacant quality to him. His voice hadn't been husky; just kind of sleazy and desperate.

I felt like a little girl sat in the toilet. I didn't feel grown up at all. Just bruised and violated. I didn't know what to do. I was just helpless and miserable. I couldn't report him to the police; I had agreed to everything he did. I hadn't been in the right state of mind to make any decisions but I had and they had been the wrong ones. I was sixteen now so I couldn't even get him for being a paedophile or whatever it is.

The tears falling down my cheeks eased the pain a bit. It was as if I was crying Draco and all of the memories out of my system. I knew that the thing that would really make me feel better would be talking to Mum. She could tell me that I was just being silly; that the pain would fade sooner than I thought; that I'd find nicer boys and that it was all just one big mistake. She would discuss contraception with me; offer to get the morning after pill and a pregnancy test for me; book me into be tested for diseases.

But it wouldn't happen like that would it? No; she would go ballistic. She would yell at me for being a stupid little girl with no pride. I could've gotten myself pregnant or anything really. She would shout so loud that the whole household would hear and the worse thing would be the disappointment. I could already see the look in her eyes. It would say 'I thought I brought you up better than that.' It would tell me that she no longer respected me. No. No; I could not tell Mum; for her sake as much as mine.

I had finished crying. Probably no water left in me. I knew I had to come out the bathroom soon as I had heard my brother asking where I was. Something about evening up the quidditch teams. I looked in the mirror; my eyes were puffy and my cheeks stained. I washed my face in the small basin and although I still felt sick and looked awfully pale I was ready to face my family.

"Oi; get dressed you're playing quidditch today" Ron called out. Then he looked at me and a look of shock passed over his face. I was suddenly very scared; could he tell just by looking at me. "Hey; are you alright. You look really pale maybe you go back to bed."

"Nah; it's alright;" I must have looked bad if even my brother was concerned but at least he didn't know what had happened the night before. Just the thought of Ron's reaction frightened me. He hated Draco at the best of times; he would kill him if he knew. Suddenly I wanted to tell him; get my own back on Draco but however tempting this seemed, I knew there would be consequences. "I'll be okay; I'll just watch you play."

I thought that the fresh air would make me feel better but Mum had just walked in and she had other ideas for me.

"Oh no you don't; you look awful. Did you get any sleep last night? I didn't hear you come in. I was getting worried. Anyway you're not going out like that. If you don't want to go to bed then you can lay on the settee. I'll open a window for you. What you need is chicken soup and a nice cup of tea."

I wanted to argue but when I thought about it sounded alright. Mum just thought I was ill and wanted to look after me and I really did want the soup and tea. Chicken soup cures colds so it could cure the sick feeling and the headache and tea cures everything else.

I stayed on the sofa for most the day. By the end of the day I felt better physically and I had also been comforted by the attention and constant supply of tea. The next day would be back to Hogwarts. I would be starting my NEWTs. I wondered what else the year ahead would hold. I thought about boys; the ones in my year were idiots. Definitely not Draco; I'd learnt by experience. I was over Harry; but I probably wouldn't say no if he asked. After some thought I decided that Neville was quite cute; and he seemed sweet. I didn't want a Ravenclaw, too know-it-all; or a Slytherin, too 'Lets kill mudbloods.' I wouldn't mind a Hufflepuff but I couldn't think of any good ones.

Evening turned to night and I started feeling drowsy. I went off to bed quite early as I was feeling tired. Lack of sleep and emotional fatigue had done that to me. As I climbed into bed I noticed Mum had started my packing for me. I dozed off slowly wondering if anything had really changed or if it was all still the same.

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