(Just to let you know Monty python doesn't have anything to do with this story we just couldn't think of a name for it and because Monty python also rocks we decided to name it after a quote from it, lol. As you will already know because we have told you loads now.. THE CHARACTERS IN THIS WERE NOT CREATED BY OUR WILD IMAGINATIONS! (Well some of them were), WE HAVE J'K ROWLING TO THANK FOR THAT!.. Well heres the next chapter anyways.. Hope you all like it!)

Shivering, Hermione half walked and half crawled into the bathroom. When she reached the centre of the room she collapsed in the middle of them floor. She could still feel his hands all over her body, she could still hear herself screaming out in pain, her broken heart was beating harder than it ever had done before. Still crying she stood up and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. That bastard she could see bruises all over her body, she walked over to the mirror and looked more closely at her reflection. She didn't like what she saw… a deep red hand print could be seen where he had struck her cheek, she had a horrible gash where he had smashed her head into the mirror, but what stood out the most on her face were the tears which were trickling down her face. What has he done to me, he promised me happiness, and look at what hes really given me, hes given me no life at all. I swear I'm going to kill that bastard if it's the last thing I do…

Then without thinking she clenched her hand into a fist and smashed it through the mirror in the spot which was reflecting her face. Fragments fell to the floor in a way, which Hermione found oddly satisfying. And then she found herself doing something that she had not done in a long time, she smiled. But then as she looked down at the fragments her smile faded, she had just realised something, my life is like this mirror, my life is shattered and broken like this mirror shattered mirror, all because of him. She could feel his hands on her body again, she didn't like it, it made her feel dirty.

Shaking again, she walked over to the bath, the bath which she had tried to kill herself in countless times not this time, I wont let him drive me to that again, instead I'm going to wash him away. She turned on the taps, and soon the bathroom filled with steam I'm going to wash his touch off my body, then I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him, and leave my mark on him, just like he did with me, but I'm washing him off me, he wont be able to, that's the only difference, my mark will remain on him… forever, just how to do it is the only question…

Climbing into the bath made Hermione feel like she had just been born again. It all began coming together in her mind … and then ill drive it straight into his heart. My god I think your on a roll Hermione…that's twice in one night… hahahahahaha Hermione thought as a smile made its way across her face again. Still smiling she lowered her head into the water and sighed.

When the water turned cold Hermione got out of the bath and wrapped herself up in a towel and made her way back into her bedroom and walked over to her drawers for once I'm going to wear what I want to wear. She picked out a simple blue T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and unmatching bra and knickers which she flashed around the room just incase your watching me Ron on your little crystal ball, I know you don't like things which don't match, and you also know how much I like annoying you. Then she took a quick glance into the corner where it was, just to make sure it was still there. Yes it is, I think this is going to work Hermione, how very clever you are. Then she turned and practically skipped over to her bed, shoved her torn clothes onto the floor, without a second thought as to why they were there, picked up the book she was reading, and laid down on her tummy and enjoyed the pleasures of literature.

A little while earlier she heard footsteps approaching her room. Her door opened and in walked a house elf closely followed by the man named Paul. Here we go. The house elf was carried a suitcase across the room and placed it on the sofa and then left the room. Paul and Hermione stared at each other for a few moments, then she decided to break the silence, 'Hello, why don't you sit down? you look exhausted', she sat up and made space for him on her bed, 'I'm not sure that's such a good idea, what if he comes in, I was told not to speak to you', replied Paul. 'I need you to sit here, I have a plan, I need you sit here, please', she whispered, feeling slightly pathetic that she had to beg him. Reluctantly he did as she said.

She moved closer towards him, startling him, he made to stand up again, she stopped him. 'No, I need you close to me, close enough to look like your kissing me', she said plainly, he opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him, 'No don't speak, I'm sorry if I'm being demanding, but this has to work, I need to explain quickly incase he comes', she said, he watched her in amazement, wondering what was going on in her head, she continued, her face closer to his, 'I'm going to kill him, were going to kill him, and we need to do it quickly, he could already be on his way, now, kiss me', she said, he remained where he was, 'go on kiss me, I want him to see, I want to kill him, and I can see it in your eyes that you do to, now just kiss me, it's the only way we'll be guaranteed that he'll come'. The words had barely escaped her mouth when she felt his lips touch hers, yes, it's working. After about a minute he stopped kissing her, and she laid down on her bed, pulling him on top of her, he began kissing her again 'Touch me a bit, hold my breasts, she said, he did.

She heard a shout, from somewhere in the castle, the words were unrecognisable, but she knew it was Ron. Paul heard it to, he made to get off her but she stopped him, 'No carry on', she whispered. He did.

They could hear heavy foot steps coming down the corridor now, they moved apart Paul stood up but Hermione remained sat on the bed ' Make sure he isn't watching me while your fighting, if he sees me this wont work' said Hermione. 'YOU FUCKING BASTARDS, IM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH' shouted Ron as he came bursting through the bedroom door, he looked more angry than Hermione had ever seen him before. He walked over to the bed, pointing his wand straight at Pauls heart, 'You first, then the bitch' he said, his eyes moving menacingly. 'Your going to kill him just like that, he has no wand Ron, your more of a coward than I thought' said Hermione, 'I AM NOT A COWARD YOU LITTLE BITCH, HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME!', yelled Ron, turning his head towards Hermione, but without lowering his wand, Paul seemed to have realised what she was doing, and went along without saying a word, 'Well prove it then, let him fight you, put down your wand, throw it out of the window, and let him fight you like a man' Hermione said boldly, in the voice which she thought she had lost a long time ago, the voice which she used to have, when she was allowed to speak her own mind, without being in fear of being hurt again. Ron lowered his wand, and walked over to one of the windows, opened it with a key from his pocket and threw out his wand. How stupid can you get; this is easier than I thought it was going to be.

Paul walked into the centre of the room; his face fixed into an unclear expression, Ron watched him as he raised his fists, ready for the fight. Ron began walking over to him, Hermione watched him, and a feeling of odd satisfaction came across her again, this time it was because, for the first time in years she saw a look of fear in Rons eyes, and she felt glad that she had brought it on.

The two men began fighting, and it became clear straight away who the stronger of the two was. Twice in a row Paul knocked Ron to the floor with just one single punch. Hermione found herself laughing out loud at him, making him even more vulnerable to Paul. She watched them fighting for several minutes, enjoying watching Ron suffer, in the same way as he had made her suffer on countless occasions, before she saw her opportune moment to make her way across the room from the bed to the corner where the knife lay. Then hiding the knife behind her back she made her way back to the bed, unnoticed by either or the men. 'Relax on him a little bit Paul, let him have a few hits, but make it so he has his back to me' Hermione said in a whisper, which only Paul could hear, because Ron was on the floor again, Paul looked across at her confused for a few moments, however, when she flashed the knife at him, he seemed to have understood, he let Ron stand up.

It was then, as Ron backed Paul up into the wall, his fist raised up to his face, preparing to strike again, that Hermione crept silently from the bed, and made her way towards them. Ron still hadn't noticed she had moved from the bed, even when she was stood directly behind him, raising the knife up to his shoulder. Bet you'll notice me in a few seconds you stupid bastard, when I drive this knife into you.

She stabbed him first in a place where she knew he wouldn't die more a less instantly, in the shoulder. I want to kill you when you're facing me, so then I can see your face and you can see my face as you die. Ron screamed out in pain as she struck him with the knife, then when she had withdrew it he turned to face her, clutching his shoulder, his expression caught between one of being in pain and one of shock. 'You.. you.. stabbed.. me.. you.. bitch.. I'm.. going.. to .. kill.. you..' he stuttered as he made his way towards her, both of his arms stretched out wide, he was about to grab her round the neck, strangle her to death, when she raised the knife for the second time, and drove it straight into his heart. She held the knife in place with her hands for several seconds, and looked into his eyes, then as she smiled her biggest smile yet, she withdrew the knife and said, 'not if I kill you first', Ron fell to the floor, clutching his chest, Hermione knelt down beside him, still smiling as she watched his painful expression, then in his last few moments of life he she heard him mutter, 'I loved you'.

(OMG.. I just killed off Ron Weasley, I feel so mean : ( … anyways please review you thoughts on this)