(Disclaimer: O.K People, must I really say it again? Well, if you insist. Says with a droopy, bored voice Harry Potter is not mine. I do not know J.K. Rowling in any way, shape or form. I'm just a fan of her lovely lil' books!)

Harry and Ron couldn't figure out what was with Hermione. Although, they had made some strange guesses.

" Maybe Slughorn's a Death eater and he's brainwashing Hermione to join you-know-who." Ron had

suggested during transfiguration later that day. Hermione was not there.

" I don't think so, Ron" said Harry as he rolled his eyes.

" Come on, Harry! I know exactly how he's going to do it! He's gonna brainwash all the girls at Hogwarts

and start an army!" argued the redhead.

" And what would they do, Ron, shop the world to death?" said Harry.

" Never underestimate the power of a girl on her period." Said Ron, warningly. " Have you ever been around

a girl when she's pms-ing?"

Harry rolled his eyes again.

" Shut up."

The bell rang and they where finished with lessons for the day.

The two boys where on their way to Gryffindor tower when Ron spotted Hermione walking out of the girls'

bathroom. She looked like she'd been crying.

"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled to her.

She looked in her friend's direction and took off down the nearest hall.

Her behavior did not get any better through the next few weeks.

She barely spoke to anyone.

She spent most of her time alone.

She was nothing like she used to be in class.

She stopped raising her hand.

When she was asked a question she normally would have answered with ease, she now fumbled with

the answer and got the answer wrong more times than you could count.

Harry and Ron where deeply worried.

Every time either one of them tried to talk to her about it, she would immediately get angry or upset and

leave or change the subject.

This was especially hard on Ron. He wanted to show her that he cared and wanted to be there for her.

But all she did was push him away.

" Why wont she talk to us?" said Ron one evening.

He was sitting in the common room with Harry, Ginny and Neville.

" Did we make her mad or something?" he asked.

" I think she's just going through a phase or something." Said Ginny.

"Did she talk to you?" Ron asked.

" No, but I'm a girl, I can tell." Said the redheaded girl.

Harry's thoughts were completely different.

Something happened to Hermione, he just knew it.

But he couldn't put his finger on it.

He thought about all the things that cold have happened to her.

She could have gotten some serious illness and was afraid to tell anyone.

But that wasn't like Hermione.

Well, the old Hermione anyway.

Nothing he could think of could make her behave the way she was.

He racked his brain for anything, any sign of…something.

Then it hit him.

Square between the glasses.

"No…he couldn't have…" said Harry to himself.

The others looked over at the dark haired boy.

" What is it, Harry?" asked Ron.

Harry ignored him.

" Harry, what's wrong?" asked Ginny.

Harry's stomach gave a huge lurch at the mere thought of it.

"No! Slughorn's a teacher, he would never do that…" he thought.

But another thought crossed his mind.

Slughorn was not acting like himself either

He was unusually bitter and cold to his students these days.

Except Hermione.

He was unusually cheery with her. He would sometimes compliment her on her work.

Harry felt like he was going to vomit.

It was obvious now.

He did something to Hermione.

He hurt her.

He attacked her.

Harry's blood pulsed angrily through his body.

Only one word was going through his head.

RAPE .