Chapter 11:
By: Smelly Cheeze (Formally known as Hatred Violence and Cruelty)
Last Time: "Oh yeah, what did Ron do to me? Rape me?" I said smirking
His eyes widened, and then he spoke 3 words. "Yes. He did."
{Draco's POV}
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PSYCHO FREAK!" she screamed at me, and ran up into her room.
{Draco's POV}
Well that went well.
{Hermione's POV}
What the hell was that all about? Why does he think Ron raped me? :::Looks down, and sees blood and bruises on her body. And one other thing. Red hair::: OH MY GOD! (memories come rushing back)
Oh my god. Oh my god.
"Draco!!! I screamed, running back down the stairs. "Draco!" I turned the corner, to see the back of his blonde head. I did the only thing rational. I grabbed him, hugged him, and started bawling. Okay, maybe not so rational, but anyways.
{Draco POV}
Suddenly, I heard screaming. I was just standing there looking around, and all of a sudden, someone jumps on me. A very small someone. I turned and saw Hermione crying, holding onto my shirt.
"I remember," she said. That's all I needed to hear.
After sitting in the common room for about an hour, calming Hermione down, we decided to go to Dumbledore.
"Fizzing wizbee" I said to the statue, not really paying attention, until I hit my head on the wing. 'owww,' I cursed silently, rubbing my head.
{Hermione's POV}
I laughed, how could I not? "Slick, Draco," I said, half laughing, half crying.
Draco was about to respond, when The stature turned, and Dumbledore walked out.
"Ahh, my heads. You need to speak to me?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes, professor. Can we talk in your office where it's more private?" I asked with what hopefully was a desperate look.
"Okay, so now, what did you two need to speak to me about?" Dumbledore asked us as we sat down.
"Well…" Draco started, uncertain how to begin.
"I've been raped." I said bluntly, tears threatening to rise. I pushed them down and continued.
"Last night. I was raped by Ron."
"Ron Weasley?" Professer Dumbledore as with surprise and confusion in his voice.
I then, began my story.
"…But what I don't understand, sir, is how I couldn't remember any of it." I looked up at Dumbledore, to see a very grim face staring back at me.
"Well, Hermione, I'm not quite sure what caused you to forget this Horrid incident. It may have been too much for your mind to handle, so you chose to forget. But I'm not quite.."
A crash interrupted us, and someone, who all had thought dead, stumbled through the door, and said in a terrible voice.
"It was me."
Cliffie!!! Haha, not really. Well, I'll update soon. I had a writers block, so please forgive me for this chapter sucking.
