Danger
It was late Friday night. The dance had ended about an hour ago, although Hermione had left over 3 hours ago. She'd gone to hide out in the library because e she'd gotten tired of watching Ron and Lavender dance together. It had been too much for her to watch her best friend, who she just happened to be in love with, dance with another girl. She'd decided that she was done crying and was on her way up to the common room to go to bed.
Suddenly, she felt the air in the library change. She'd had an empty, lonely feeling all night, but now she felt a deep sense of foreboding. She didn't know why, but she knew she had to run. Suddenly, someone grabbed and twisted her wrist. The heavy scent of Firewhisky filled her nose. She was forced to turn around and found herself facing….
Draco Malfoy. He smelled terrible and was obviously drunk. He wrapped his open arm around her waist and drew her forcefully towards him. She turned her face away in disgust.
"What's the matter Mudblood?" he snickered, "Don't you want to have a little fun. A pureblood like me….It's the best you'll ever get." Hermione's eyes widened with fear as he tightened his grip on her.
"Help! Somebody! By the library." Malfoy stopped her screaming with a kiss. She tried to wrestle away from him and managed to free on of her hands. She slapped him and he broke away.
"No body denies me," he snarled and pushed her to the ground. Her ankle snapped and she whimpered in pain, as he advanced on her.
"I'm hungry tonight Granger and you are going to satisfy that hunger whether you like it or not."
"Petrificus Totalus"
Hermione shrieked in fright, as Draco's body froze up. She looked up to see Ron cast a stunning spell on Malfoy. He quickly ran over to her.
"'Mione, are you alright?"
She shook her head and began to cry. Ron knelt down and held her small shaking body in his arms.
"H-how did you f-find me?"
"You weren't in the common room, so I went out to look for you. I was worried."
"W-worried? I figured you'd be snogging Lavender about now."
"Oh…her? Bloody hell 'Mione, I just asked her out to make you jealous because I was jealous of Viktor. And for another thing, Lavender's not very serious about anything."
"W-what? You mean you like me?"
Ron didn't say anything. He stared into Hermione's warm, cinnamon eyes, leaned down and kissed her. Eagerly, Hermione kissed him back. When Ron stopped, Hermione pulled back, breathless, and blinked.
"Does that answer your question?" Ron asked smiling.
Hermione smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. After quite some time, Ron pulled back.
"We need to do something with Malfoy," he said.
"Put the scum in the broom closet," she muttered.
After locking Malfoy in the closet, Ron came back. "You need to have Madam Pomfrey look at you."
"I can't walk…I think my ankle's broken."
Ron picked Hermione up in his arms and started to carry her up the stairs.
"Ron?"
"What?"
"Thank you….for everything."
