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He stared at her. She stared at him. She knew she should get up. She knew she should get to her room. She knew she should run. She knew that if she didn't, something bad would happen. But she didn't do anything. Instead she just put her head back against the wall, staring ahead of her. She was too tired. He didn't look like he was going to do anything.

She was wrong.

He walked over to her. She struggled to get up, and stared at him defiantly.

"Leave me alone," she said quietly, trying to sound brave, but her voice trembled.

He ignored her and put a hand to her cheek. She flinched. He smiled, and drew back his hand. Her tears glistened on it.

"Why so sad Hermione?" He asked, smiling wickedly.

She flinched again as he said her name. He had never said it before. She stared at him in shock. This was bad, he had something up his sleeve, she just knew it. She tried to force her legs to move, but they seemed to be stuck to the floor. He smiled again at her look of bewilderment. He moved closer to her against the wall. Just then Hermione's brain seemed to turn on again. Malfoy, closing in, wall, alone… She gave a small cry and tried to dodge around him, aiming for her room, but to no avail.

Hermione screamed as Malfoy grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the sofa. Before she could scramble off he swung a leg over her so that he was straddling her. He pushed her shoulders back and swooped down on her. His lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue delving into her mouth. This was nothing like when Ron kissed her… Ron. Tears sprung afresh to her eyes as she thought of him. Ron would save her, no matter how angry he was at her. She wished he was here now, she needed him so badly. She tried to fight, tried to scream, but she couldn't do a thing. His hands were holding her own above her head, she felt like she couldn't breathe, just taste the flavour of his essence as he lay on top of her.

One of his hands left the other and made its way to her leg. Hermione's eyes, which had been squeezed shut for all this time snapped open as she realised what he was trying to do. No, she wasn't going to let him! His mouth left hers and started to make its way down her neck. She took the opportunity to scream, loud and long. Malfoy looked up at her, and sneered. This was just so shocking to Hermione that she just stopped and stared at him.

"Scream as hard as you want Mudblood," he said evilly. "No one will hear, they're all at the dance."

"Please," Hermione whimpered, as his hand moved down to the bottom of her dress again. "Please, don't, please…"

Malfoy looked up at her again. He put his mouth near her ear and muttered, "Shouldn't have hit me, don't you think, bitch?"

"Oh, please, please, come on, this isn't fair, I just hit you, this is so much worse!" Hermione cried.

"If you keep on going like that, I will hit you as well," Malfoy threatened.

Hermione squirmed around, ripping her hands from his and taking the opportunity to slap him across the face. Malfoy almost seemed to roar with anger as Hermione fell from the couch onto the floor and started to scramble, trying to get up, towards her dorm. He ran after her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. She stared into his eyes, her own wide with fear. He pulled her up, turned her around, and pushed her against the wall, hard. Hermione screamed as the rough sandstone dug into her back and Malfoy stuck his tongue down her throat once more, his hands roaming around her body. Hermione couldn't stop him and he pulled his wand from his blood red robes. Hermione stared at him in horror. He grinned his malicious grin and pointed his wand at the side of her dress. He muttered a spell and to Hermione's distress, she felt the stitching on the left side of her dress come undone. She hastily grabbed it, all she was wearing underneath was a bra and panties. Malfoy seemed to know this. He stepped towards her again and ripped away her dress, throwing it to the side. Hermione screamed even louder then before, desperately trying to cover herself up as Malfoy took in what was in front of him.

He laughed.

"Stop it!" Hermione yelled. "Please, leave me alone!" Tears poured down her cheeks.

Malfoy ignored her again. He grabbed onto her waist with both hands, and ignoring her twisting and shouting, started to move his hands up her body. He reached her bra and moved his hands behind her back towards the clasp.

Hermione screamed the loudest she had yet, flailing about with her arms, hitting him, just trying to stop him. But it seemed there was nothing she could do. It was hopeless. She hit him, she kneed him, he didn't care. He was still trying to get her clasp undone, but she kept fighting.

"Damn it!" Malfoy cursed, annoyed of her actions. He raised one of his hands and slapped her across the face so hard that she felt she could taste blood. She stopped fighting. Just cried and gave small yells as she half heartedly tried to stop him.
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Ron walked up the corridor to Hermione's common room. It had taken him ages to find it, as he had actually never been there. He walked up to a large portrait of a large woman with blonde pigtails and rosy cheeks.

"Hello sonny!" She said cheerfully.

"Um, hi," Ron said apprehensively. "Is this the Head Dorms?" It had only just occurred to him that he didn't know the password.

"That it is, but do you have the password?" She asked in a patronising voice.

"Uh, no," Ron admitted. "But it's sort of important. Do you think you could just let me in?" He asked hopefully.

"Sorry boy, no can do," the woman sighed.

Ron groaned, kneading his head with his knuckles.

"Please," he begged, "It's really important."

"No password, no entry." She said firmly.

"Oh come on!" Ron said loudly.

"No!"

"Let me in!"

Suddenly there was a loud scream from inside the room.

"HERMIONE!" Ron shouted. "Please let me in!" He yelled to the woman.

The woman looked a little worried now. "But… The password…"

"She's in trouble!" Ron bellowed at her. "She needs help!" He looked desperate now. Another scream came from the room, followed by small cries.

"Open the door!" Ron roared, and started smashing the portrait with his fists. The portly woman gave a cry of alarm.

"Okay, okay, hold your horses! I'll let you in… Just because you look like a nice little boy! But don't tell anyone!" she warned. She started to slowly swing open. Ron couldn't wait, and pushed it open with all his might, running into the room.

The sight that met his eyes was such a site that he gave a large yell.

Hermione was being pushed against the wall by Draco Malfoy. She was wearing nothing but her underclothes, and struggling with Malfoy as he tried to unclasp her bra. Tears were running down her face, her makeup was terribly smudged and she was crying and screaming.

Ron felt fury like he had never felt before in his life.

"GET OFF HER!" He bellowed and ran at Malfoy, grabbing him by the neck of his robes and throwing him across the room. He ran over to him and leant over him. He punched him and punched him and punched him. His face was red, and filled with anger. He just kept beating Malfoy up, not caring how badly. Blood was seeping out of Malfoy's mouth and nose, and he already had a black eye. Malfoy tried to punch him back, but Ron didn't even notice, to intent he was on making Malfoy feel pain. After several minutes of this he stopped and leant into Malfoy so that their faces were only a foot or so apart.

"If you ever," Ron hissed at him, his hand holding onto Malfoy's throat. "Go near Hermione again, I will kill you. I swear it."

Malfoy seemed to be in shock, and just nodded dumbly. He struggled out of Ron's grip and ran out of the common room, towards the Slytherin common room.

Ron turned towards Hermione, his face full of guilt.

"Ron?" Hermione sobbed in disbelief. She had sunk to the floor and was holding the remains of her dress over her body.

"Hermione, I am so sorry," Ron said in disbelief, running over to her and picking her up in his arms. "I'm the world's biggest idiot."

"Ron," Hermione cried, lifting her hands to his face and caressing it. "You saved me."

Ron carried her over to the sofa and laid her gently down on it, sitting down next to her, and putting her head on his lap. He pulled her hair off her tear stained face and wiped the tears away. He softly helped her up and hugged her. Her dress had fallen away by now but neither of them cared.

He kissed her softly on her lips, holding her tight. He didn't do anything more, thinking that she might be feeling delicate. But to his great surprise she deepened the kiss, slipping her hands through his robes and resting them on his back. Ron slowly moved his hands up her side, slipping his fingers under her bra. Hermione shivered a little, and Ron quickly redrew.

"No, don't stop," she said in a soft voice. She lay back on the couch, pulling Ron with her, so that he was on top of her. He kissed her passionately, his tongue in her mouth, hers in his. Ron felt tingly all over, as did Hermione. She pulled his robes off over his head, so that he was only in his boxers.

"Hello? Hermione? Ron? Are you guys there?" A voice called from behind the entrance to the common room.

Ron and Hermione jumped up quickly. "Damn Harry," Hermione muttered to herself. "Yes, yes, we're here!" She called, annoyed.

"Uh, do you think you could tell me the password?" Harry asked.

Ron groaned. Hermione sighed. "Wait a second," she called drearily. She quickly walked to her room and grabbed a pair of robes which she quickly pulled on. When she came back into the common room Ron had his clothes back on.

"It's 'Daisies and butterflies."

A couple of seconds later Harry walked into the room. He beamed at them.

"Will it's good to see that you guys have made up-"

He stopped talking. He stared at them. Hermione just realised what must look so weird. She was wearing a pair of robes messily, while her ripped dress lay discarded on the floor. Her hair seemed almost back to its previously bushy self, and her makeup was most likely more then a bit messy. She also noticed, looking at Ron, that he was hardly any better. For a starters, his robes were on backwards. His hair was sticking up worse than her own.

"Okay," Harry said slowly. He looked a little shocked, and quite uncomfortable. "I'll be going now. Uh, sorry for disturbing you…" He quickly walked out of the common room.

"Oh great," Hermione joked. "Now Harry's going to think that… well you know."

Ron grinned, walking over to her. "Don't worry, we'll tell him how nothing happened tomorrow," He said, pulling her into a hug. "I think you should get some sleep Hermione." Ron muttered, before kissing her softly on the lips once more. "You've had enough for one night I think."

Hermione nodded, and kissed Ron back. Ron magically cleaned Malfoy's blood off the floor, and proceeded to the door. "Lock your door." He said seriously. "And tell me if he comes anywhere near you. Tomorrow we'll tell a teacher about what he did."

"No!" said Hermione suddenly. "No. I don't want people to know, I don't want to cause a fuss…"

"But Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. "Look what he nearly did to you, he deserves to die, deserves to…" Ron was getting carried away again. Hermione put a hand to her head.

"I don't want people to know." She murmured. "Everyone will talk, if they find out." She looked up at Ron. "Please Ron; swear to me that you won't tell anyone."

Ron looked torn. He bit his lip. "Okay," he said finally. I won't without your permission, unless he does it again, then he dies AND I'll tell someone."

Hermione rolled her eyes as Ron began pushing the door open.

"Bye, Hermione. I can't live without you, you know."

He left, leaving Hermione with a great goofy grin plastered over her face, the thing with Malfoy pushed to the back of her mind.

"Ron and Hermione sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." she sang to herself.

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