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A/N: All right here is the next installment. Please Enjoy!
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Hermione protested loudly.
"Oh feisty are we? I have to say you are looking fine tonight. Although you're sexy in anything." He grinned stupidly and fingered her hair with his free hand. "You know if you toned this down a bit you would be even hotter." Toby! She thought suddenly. That was his name! Toby Lathom Well, being a prefect and knowing everybody sure had its upsides.
"Now are we sure you can't walk to my bedroom all by yourself gorgeous?" Hermione squirmed in disgust. "Fine then" Toby snarled.
Oh no! Thought Hermione. This can NOT be happening. How could her luck be bad enough for this to happen again? There was no way she could cope. This would not happen; she wasn't going to let it.
Hermione kicked out hard, hitting the sixth year in the shins. He cried out at the impact but his grip didn't loosen much. She bit his hand and lashed out with her feet aiming a little higher up. That did the trick. Wasting no time, she bolted towards Harry and Ron's dormitory. This time she could hear Toby chasing her and all the things she was trying to forget hit her hard. She tripped over a pair of socks in the 7th year doorway and somersaulted into Neville's feet.
"Hermione, what are you doing up so late?" Neville was surprised and briefly tried to flatten his bed hair. Hermione ignored him and curled up on the end of Dean's bed. He and Seamus were both down at the party so she didn't have to worry about waking them up. Neville looked at her strangely and shrugged.
"I'm gonna go see what all the noise down there is." Hermione let him go.
"Hermione, Hermione wake up." Someone was shaking her and calling out to her softly. Slowly she opened her eyes to see Dean kneeling front of her, with Harry, Ron Seamus and Neville looking over his shoulders. Hermione stared, bewildered.
"Morning. You should probably go back to your room. How come you crashed here last night anyway? I don't mind, I was just paranoid I was going to kick you in my sleep." Dean laughed. Hermione forced a little smile
"I'm sorry. I'll go sleep in my bed. Wait it's morning isn't it?" she asked looking out the window. "What day is it again?"
"Sunday" Harry said slowly. "Mione, are you OK? Maybe you should give Hogsmeade a miss and get some more sleep. By the way, why are you dressed like that?" Hermione looked down at her revealing attire from the night before. Blushing, she adjusted her top and pulled down her skirt to stop Neville staring at her legs. His face turned bright red, but only Hermione saw it.
"Oh, well um I was at a party last night. You know what, I think I am going to sleep a little longer, but I am coming to Hogsmeade, I have to check something. Talk to ya's later." Hermione stood up and descended the stairs outside.
"What party?" she heard Ron ask indignantly.
"Grrrrrrrr!" Hermione threw her hands up in frustration. "Why do they not have boxing bags here? It's not like there's any technology involved with them, even if they are a muggle invention, they would still work at Hogwarts and in the rest of the wizarding world!"
Hermione had been at Hogsmeade for at least 3 hours now and she could not find anywhere that would sell a boxing bag. There were a couple of Quidditch supply stores but she had racked her brain and couldn't think of anywhere they would sell muggle-sporting equipment. If she got really desperate she supposed she could always beg her parents to send her one. It'd be a bit hard on the poor owls, but she really did need to find a way to let out her frustration and her new pain.
Hermione had not taken well to Toby's attempt on her innocence. When she thought back on it, he was very obviously drunk. She didn't have any idea where he had gotten the alcohol, but she didn't think he remembered anything he did last night. She had seen him today, on her way out of the great hall. He had merely smiled at her. The same way he always smiled at her and Ron after they had stopped Crabbe and Goyle from beating him to a pulp one night on patrol. Toby was big, but nothing next to the two Slytherins.
But, even if he didn't remember and nothing had happened, the incident had still gotten to Hermione. Both the man from the shed and Toby had told her that she was beautiful and sexy or whatever. Maybe, just maybe, if she weren't as attractive as she was, terrible stuff like that wouldn't happen to her. It made sense. After all, She was pretty sure that Toby had been hitting on her because he thought that she really did look good last night, and maybe Kris and Stacey had meant what they'd said.
With that thought in mind, Hermione found Harry and Ron in Zonko's and made them walk her back to the castle.
Later that night, Hermione stood in front of the mirror in the small bathroom reserved for the Head boy and Head girl. Once again checking that the door was locked, she picked up the pair of scissors lying on the bench. With her spare hand, she fingered her long brown hair. Tone it down a little? That's what Toby had said. Doubt that this was what he was talking about. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment before she raised the scissors and snipped of the first lock.
A/N: ohhhhh there you go! What will happen next? You'll have to read and find out –snickers- Please Review! Mwahaha! (Sorry I'm home sick today; I don't take well to being all cooped up and alone.)
