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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Hermione woke the following morning feeling better than ever. She was going to the counselors, Harry and Ron knew, and overall, she felt good. Lavender at one point sat on her bed, fiddling with Hermione's hair. "Hey, 'Mione?" she asked softly, so no one else would hear. "Uh huh?" "Well, last night, um.Harry and Ron brought you up to bed, and well, I just wondered.why?" Lavender bent close and grabbed a hair band. "Oh, I just talked with them too late, and I was tired. Harry was talking to me and.I can't remember anything else. Must have gone to sleep." she trailed off. Lavender nodded. Well, it was likely! So the two girls walked down to breakfast, hand-in-hand. Hermione ate little, but more than she normally ate. Draco had been sitting on the other side of the hall and had seen Hermione distinctly different from last night. He was puzzled. What could have changed so dramatically? Maybe she felt better because he was going to the counselor and she thought it was funny. Who knew when it came to girls. Harry and Ron kept whispering things in her ear and her face would go blank and then she'd answer. He had Potions first, maybe, just maybe, something would come out. But it didn't. She sat working, didn't talk the entire time. He found she got a lot done and was saddened that she wouldn't talk to him. But it didn't matter because her not talking meant him not snapping either. When the bell went, he put his stuff away very slowly, like Hermione. Ron and Harry said they had Quidditch practice in Transfiguration. They weren't happy, neither would McGonagall. So, as luck had it (not really, but anyway) Draco and Hermione were the only two left. Draco waited for Hermione as she fumbled to put away her things. When she looked up and saw him there she jumped. "W-w-what are you." "Waiting for you. I thought that as Harry and Ron decided to do Quidditch that you needed someone to walk with, particularly after how I saw you last night," he finished. "What's with last night?" Hermione asked. "Well, what's with the change? Last night the Sorting Hat would have dropped and you would start crying. Now, well, you've changed," Draco said, studying her. He drew a mental image of her hair, her body, bag, robes, eyes, mouth, nose, arms and legs, the look about her. "Since when have you noticed?" she asked quietly. "Look, Hermione. As strange as it sounds, I think you're amazing. All you do is work, no play. Everywhere I look either Harry or Ron are around or books surround you with your nose in one. I can't see how all you can do is work. Your robes always look the same, you always look the same and your books are immaculate. I've noticed you since first year. I noticed on the train what you were like, and every year the mental image of you and how you stand and your body change ever so slowly, but ever so much," he responded. Hermione stared at him. No one had ever called her amazing before, let alone Draco! "Are you calling me.a workaholic? Or.or.an amazing human being that you notice and like?" Hermione asked, astonished. "In some ways, yes, you are a workaholic. But you are definitely an amazing human being that I like. I notice you every morning, lunch, dinner and class. Did you know it's a fact that every night before you go to bed that you think of someone you like? Well, my life sucks so much that you are my refuge. If my dad hits me then you appear. If my mum comes in to do things, then yeah, I think of you. You, Hermione, are.my rock that doesn't know. I like you, lots. But I am pretty sure you can't love or like me. So I am a very large lost cause," with that, Draco turned and ran to Transfiguration. Hermione took off after him, sprinting to her next class, as well as chasing Draco. She was in the door just when the bell went, though she doubted that McGonagall would take points off her anyway. Racing to her usual seat, she gathered her things quickly. "Now class!" McGonagall rapped. "Today we will be attempting to change a banana to a raspberry cheesecake. The thing I like about this one is that you can eat the cake!" Professor McGonagall said happily. Everyone began whispering excitedly at the prospect of free cake. "Hermione and Draco! Take bananas around to each table!" McGonagall commanded, not thinking. Draco swaggered down and grabbed a banana basket and started passing them out. Hermione helped and they smiled, but Hermione didn't really know why. Of course, after three attempts, Hermione had successfully changed her banana into a cheesecake. Along with McGonagall she went along fixing people's techniques and eventually nearly everyone, including Neville, although his unfortunately still had banana peels in his, but the taste was good. It didn't seem that long and the bell went again. Lunch, although in her case, counselors. She knew where it was with all her exploring. So after packing her bag, she hurried off, not hearing Draco. She found out what he had been calling, but it was only 'Good Luck' or something. After a few wrong turns and opening doors that had Peeves writing naughty things on the windows and ceiling, she found it. It was in an ok corridor, with a bright blue door. It looked inviting, so she knocked on it and she heard someone finishing up and some paper being moved around. The door opened and Susan Bones came out, her eyes red rimmed. Hermione looked in shock, but Susan was more shocked at seeing her idol going to the counselors. She was so upset though, that she really didn't say anything. "Come in Hermione! Come in!" Miss Cainbridge beckoned. Hermione took a bold step forward and then shuffled the rest of the way. She dropped her bag and sat down in the big, comfy chair that she had. She snatched her diary out of her bag and made what she wanted reappear.
"Where would you like to start?" Hermione asked. "Well, how about you tell me a bit about yourself?" the woman replied. "Er, well, I don't play much sport or anything, mostly just work. I am really a bit of a hermit, not wanting to talk to heaps of big groups and stuff. Um.my parents are both Muggle dentists and I live in London. My 'Uncle' moved in last summer. What else?" "Friends? Enemies? Hobbies?" Miss Cainbridge supplied. "Well, my best friends are probably Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I have some female friends too, though, Lavender Brown, Padma and Parvati Patil, Ginny Weasley and Susan. Enemies? That is probably the whole of Slytherin, except perhaps Draco Malfoy, he's suddenly turned a bit nice to me. Hobbies.work, watch Quidditch and play with Hedwig, Harry's owl." Miss Cainbridge jotted these things down.
"I see you brought your diary. Is there something you wanted me to read?" "Uhh.yes actually. It's.here," she said pointing to it the first diary entry, written about a week ago. She watched at Miss Cainbridge flicked her eyes over it and saw what it indicated. She looked up, her eyes wide. "Is this saying what I think it's saying?" she asked softly. Hermione just nodded. She was too numb to cry. "Well, would you like to, talk about it?" she asked even quieter. "I don't know how. He comes in, and has been every night over the past two summers, and says he's going to tuck me in. But he comes in and locks the door instead. The first night, I didn't realise what he was doing until too late. He.he.he undressed me and I was lost for what to do, I suppose I was a bit frightened and thought that this isn't happening to me. But the second night he came in and nearly ripped my clothes he was so, hungry, I suppose. Every night that holidays, and the one that have just gone has been the same, but now he tries to get more intimate, and he beats me. I have bruises for weeks, and as it says, he will only stop beating if I submit to.to.to.to being rap.rap.raped. I am at the moment an absolute emotional wreck. I suppose that if you weren't here, I could never say anything, and it would just go on," Hermione finished, tears forming. "It is good that you can talk about it, Hermione, very good. You can also admit what he's doing, rape. I was wondering, if it doesn't hurt too much, to describe what he does? Like comes in, lock door, climb in, that sort of thing," Miss Cainbridge responded quietly. "Well, he comes in, in a dressing gown, but he never has anything on underneath it because of me. He closes the door behind him, locking it and takes out the key, putting it next to the bed. When I first came to Hogwarts and learnt silencing charms, I put one on my room, so it was more private. Now it has backfired because my parents can't hear anything, even if I yell. Also, because of what has happened I can't take it off. Anyway, so he puts the key next to the bed and unties his dressing gown, and slides between my sheets. He takes it off and tries to get me to come to him, but I won't. Never. So he comes to me, rolls on top and if I have any pyjamas on he takes them off. If not he.gets his chubby fingers and run them everywhere, my hair, mouth, chest, legs, my whole body really. He attempts to capture my mouth, and his sweat glands go into overdrive. I feel pain and know what has happened and after awhile he might pull out. I know they say it tires you but he has gone for about two hours one time, just laying there, in me. I.I.sometimes I might ask him a question and he answers it in some sick and twisted manner. Then, eventually, he'll beat me for awhile, get in his dressing gown and go. Sometimes it is really hot and I shiver from the cold that he leaves inside me. In some ways, I still want a husband and kids, but what am I to say that, 'Yeah, hi! I've been raped heaps of times by my 'Uncle'? Great pick up line!" Hermione sobbed. Miss Cainbridge had jotted everything down. "He invades me, not just physically but I feel him, see him every night, even here. He haunts me and I can't escape. That's why I suppose, you were the person to come to," Miss Cainbridge looked up. "Can you come tomorrow, first after lunch?" she inquired. "Three, tomorrow. Potions! Oh, I suppose.can I get a note though that why I can't be there?" the counselor nodded. She wrote a slip and gave it to Hermione. "Go to lunch now and I'll see you tomorrow!" she called happily. Hermione grabbed her bag and bounced off A/N: One of my friends has this saying that is, 'I am a washing machine. Do what I say!' now whether you think my friend, or me, am mad is beside the question. Because this saying is now mine, and I say REVIEW! ( The other thing is that I am getting heaps of reviews for this story and my others about paragraphing. I am sorry guys and girls, if anyone knows how to fix the bunching it would be great! I asked one person and she told me but I don't understand so if you want to whine then tell me how to fix it! Thank you!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Hermione woke the following morning feeling better than ever. She was going to the counselors, Harry and Ron knew, and overall, she felt good. Lavender at one point sat on her bed, fiddling with Hermione's hair. "Hey, 'Mione?" she asked softly, so no one else would hear. "Uh huh?" "Well, last night, um.Harry and Ron brought you up to bed, and well, I just wondered.why?" Lavender bent close and grabbed a hair band. "Oh, I just talked with them too late, and I was tired. Harry was talking to me and.I can't remember anything else. Must have gone to sleep." she trailed off. Lavender nodded. Well, it was likely! So the two girls walked down to breakfast, hand-in-hand. Hermione ate little, but more than she normally ate. Draco had been sitting on the other side of the hall and had seen Hermione distinctly different from last night. He was puzzled. What could have changed so dramatically? Maybe she felt better because he was going to the counselor and she thought it was funny. Who knew when it came to girls. Harry and Ron kept whispering things in her ear and her face would go blank and then she'd answer. He had Potions first, maybe, just maybe, something would come out. But it didn't. She sat working, didn't talk the entire time. He found she got a lot done and was saddened that she wouldn't talk to him. But it didn't matter because her not talking meant him not snapping either. When the bell went, he put his stuff away very slowly, like Hermione. Ron and Harry said they had Quidditch practice in Transfiguration. They weren't happy, neither would McGonagall. So, as luck had it (not really, but anyway) Draco and Hermione were the only two left. Draco waited for Hermione as she fumbled to put away her things. When she looked up and saw him there she jumped. "W-w-what are you." "Waiting for you. I thought that as Harry and Ron decided to do Quidditch that you needed someone to walk with, particularly after how I saw you last night," he finished. "What's with last night?" Hermione asked. "Well, what's with the change? Last night the Sorting Hat would have dropped and you would start crying. Now, well, you've changed," Draco said, studying her. He drew a mental image of her hair, her body, bag, robes, eyes, mouth, nose, arms and legs, the look about her. "Since when have you noticed?" she asked quietly. "Look, Hermione. As strange as it sounds, I think you're amazing. All you do is work, no play. Everywhere I look either Harry or Ron are around or books surround you with your nose in one. I can't see how all you can do is work. Your robes always look the same, you always look the same and your books are immaculate. I've noticed you since first year. I noticed on the train what you were like, and every year the mental image of you and how you stand and your body change ever so slowly, but ever so much," he responded. Hermione stared at him. No one had ever called her amazing before, let alone Draco! "Are you calling me.a workaholic? Or.or.an amazing human being that you notice and like?" Hermione asked, astonished. "In some ways, yes, you are a workaholic. But you are definitely an amazing human being that I like. I notice you every morning, lunch, dinner and class. Did you know it's a fact that every night before you go to bed that you think of someone you like? Well, my life sucks so much that you are my refuge. If my dad hits me then you appear. If my mum comes in to do things, then yeah, I think of you. You, Hermione, are.my rock that doesn't know. I like you, lots. But I am pretty sure you can't love or like me. So I am a very large lost cause," with that, Draco turned and ran to Transfiguration. Hermione took off after him, sprinting to her next class, as well as chasing Draco. She was in the door just when the bell went, though she doubted that McGonagall would take points off her anyway. Racing to her usual seat, she gathered her things quickly. "Now class!" McGonagall rapped. "Today we will be attempting to change a banana to a raspberry cheesecake. The thing I like about this one is that you can eat the cake!" Professor McGonagall said happily. Everyone began whispering excitedly at the prospect of free cake. "Hermione and Draco! Take bananas around to each table!" McGonagall commanded, not thinking. Draco swaggered down and grabbed a banana basket and started passing them out. Hermione helped and they smiled, but Hermione didn't really know why. Of course, after three attempts, Hermione had successfully changed her banana into a cheesecake. Along with McGonagall she went along fixing people's techniques and eventually nearly everyone, including Neville, although his unfortunately still had banana peels in his, but the taste was good. It didn't seem that long and the bell went again. Lunch, although in her case, counselors. She knew where it was with all her exploring. So after packing her bag, she hurried off, not hearing Draco. She found out what he had been calling, but it was only 'Good Luck' or something. After a few wrong turns and opening doors that had Peeves writing naughty things on the windows and ceiling, she found it. It was in an ok corridor, with a bright blue door. It looked inviting, so she knocked on it and she heard someone finishing up and some paper being moved around. The door opened and Susan Bones came out, her eyes red rimmed. Hermione looked in shock, but Susan was more shocked at seeing her idol going to the counselors. She was so upset though, that she really didn't say anything. "Come in Hermione! Come in!" Miss Cainbridge beckoned. Hermione took a bold step forward and then shuffled the rest of the way. She dropped her bag and sat down in the big, comfy chair that she had. She snatched her diary out of her bag and made what she wanted reappear.
"Where would you like to start?" Hermione asked. "Well, how about you tell me a bit about yourself?" the woman replied. "Er, well, I don't play much sport or anything, mostly just work. I am really a bit of a hermit, not wanting to talk to heaps of big groups and stuff. Um.my parents are both Muggle dentists and I live in London. My 'Uncle' moved in last summer. What else?" "Friends? Enemies? Hobbies?" Miss Cainbridge supplied. "Well, my best friends are probably Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I have some female friends too, though, Lavender Brown, Padma and Parvati Patil, Ginny Weasley and Susan. Enemies? That is probably the whole of Slytherin, except perhaps Draco Malfoy, he's suddenly turned a bit nice to me. Hobbies.work, watch Quidditch and play with Hedwig, Harry's owl." Miss Cainbridge jotted these things down.
"I see you brought your diary. Is there something you wanted me to read?" "Uhh.yes actually. It's.here," she said pointing to it the first diary entry, written about a week ago. She watched at Miss Cainbridge flicked her eyes over it and saw what it indicated. She looked up, her eyes wide. "Is this saying what I think it's saying?" she asked softly. Hermione just nodded. She was too numb to cry. "Well, would you like to, talk about it?" she asked even quieter. "I don't know how. He comes in, and has been every night over the past two summers, and says he's going to tuck me in. But he comes in and locks the door instead. The first night, I didn't realise what he was doing until too late. He.he.he undressed me and I was lost for what to do, I suppose I was a bit frightened and thought that this isn't happening to me. But the second night he came in and nearly ripped my clothes he was so, hungry, I suppose. Every night that holidays, and the one that have just gone has been the same, but now he tries to get more intimate, and he beats me. I have bruises for weeks, and as it says, he will only stop beating if I submit to.to.to.to being rap.rap.raped. I am at the moment an absolute emotional wreck. I suppose that if you weren't here, I could never say anything, and it would just go on," Hermione finished, tears forming. "It is good that you can talk about it, Hermione, very good. You can also admit what he's doing, rape. I was wondering, if it doesn't hurt too much, to describe what he does? Like comes in, lock door, climb in, that sort of thing," Miss Cainbridge responded quietly. "Well, he comes in, in a dressing gown, but he never has anything on underneath it because of me. He closes the door behind him, locking it and takes out the key, putting it next to the bed. When I first came to Hogwarts and learnt silencing charms, I put one on my room, so it was more private. Now it has backfired because my parents can't hear anything, even if I yell. Also, because of what has happened I can't take it off. Anyway, so he puts the key next to the bed and unties his dressing gown, and slides between my sheets. He takes it off and tries to get me to come to him, but I won't. Never. So he comes to me, rolls on top and if I have any pyjamas on he takes them off. If not he.gets his chubby fingers and run them everywhere, my hair, mouth, chest, legs, my whole body really. He attempts to capture my mouth, and his sweat glands go into overdrive. I feel pain and know what has happened and after awhile he might pull out. I know they say it tires you but he has gone for about two hours one time, just laying there, in me. I.I.sometimes I might ask him a question and he answers it in some sick and twisted manner. Then, eventually, he'll beat me for awhile, get in his dressing gown and go. Sometimes it is really hot and I shiver from the cold that he leaves inside me. In some ways, I still want a husband and kids, but what am I to say that, 'Yeah, hi! I've been raped heaps of times by my 'Uncle'? Great pick up line!" Hermione sobbed. Miss Cainbridge had jotted everything down. "He invades me, not just physically but I feel him, see him every night, even here. He haunts me and I can't escape. That's why I suppose, you were the person to come to," Miss Cainbridge looked up. "Can you come tomorrow, first after lunch?" she inquired. "Three, tomorrow. Potions! Oh, I suppose.can I get a note though that why I can't be there?" the counselor nodded. She wrote a slip and gave it to Hermione. "Go to lunch now and I'll see you tomorrow!" she called happily. Hermione grabbed her bag and bounced off A/N: One of my friends has this saying that is, 'I am a washing machine. Do what I say!' now whether you think my friend, or me, am mad is beside the question. Because this saying is now mine, and I say REVIEW! ( The other thing is that I am getting heaps of reviews for this story and my others about paragraphing. I am sorry guys and girls, if anyone knows how to fix the bunching it would be great! I asked one person and she told me but I don't understand so if you want to whine then tell me how to fix it! Thank you!