( I know this is a wierd chapter but it'll make some sense at the end)

Hermione was sitting downstairs when a flushed Ginny strolled downstairs, barely noticing a breathless George and an uncharacteristically flustered Hermione. I wonder what's going on in her mind, Hermione thought, as she walked out of the room her hands in her pockets almost whistling nonchalantly. The sound of a creaking chair drew her thoughts away from Ginny and towards the girl's brother, the brother she was finding very attractive all of a sudden.

George was not unlike Ginny in the looks department, not that he had long hair and big breasts but the fact that his every move was the source of great attention. The classic red hair and freckles duo worked well with his well-defined body. Though every one said the twins were exactly alike Hermione knew that George and Fred were different, Fred was the mischievous one and George the smart one so they had combined both their top traits to form the terrible two.

He was staring at her she realised abashed. His eyes were filled with an emotion she did not recognise; it wasn't lust more like longing. His eyes felt like rays that could see I to her very soul. " You could at least be a bit more subtle!" she grinned. She lent forward closing the gap between them and placed a kiss on his lips. He is amazing she thought. They stopped for second; eyes still closed he moved next to her on the seat. More forcefully he kissed her his body leaning onto hers. She pushed him back lightly. The kiss stopped abruptly as he pulled away surprised. Hermione was perched on the edge of the chair eyes half closed taking shallow breaths. She turned her head to see a red faced George looking intently at her.

He stood up angrily before throwing her a disgusted look and storming out of the room. How could he make me feel so good and then make me hurt so much, she thought her guts boiling with anger and hurt. Her cheeks wetted with tears she lurched into the room she was now sharing with Ginny. She flung herself at the nearest bed soaking up her self pity when she noticed something poking her in the back. Not remembering leaving any thing on her bed she sat up. She picked up the ball of paper that was lying on the centre of the bed. She unravelled the piece of paper delicately, trying not to rip it.

The picture was one of her, picking through her memory she tried to remember when she had posed for such a picture. Figuring out that this wasn't a picture she had posed for, she began to recognize the surroundings in the picture. It was obviously taken using a muggle camera because the picture wasn't moving. It was taken at the Burrow, in the room she had spent a couple of nights in when her parents had fought with her and told her to get out of the house. She had arrived during the middle of the night and had fallen immediately asleep when Mrs Weasley had told her to crash in one of the empty rooms. She recognised that she was only in a tight pair of nightclothes that didn't leave much to the imagination. Hermione was embarrassed at the way she looked in the photo because she appeared to be in an obscene position.

Quickly casting a silence charm around the room and a couple of locking charms on the door, Hermione started to search Ginny's possessions for more of these explicit photos. Upon noticing that the only photos of her in Ginny's possession were ones that mainly focused on Harry.

Across the hall was Ron's room so checking to make sure no one was around she began to methodically check though Ron's belongings. She was becoming frantic though when she found another picture of her like the other but in a different position. When she looked onto of the wardrobe she found about 3 rolls worth of photos gradually becoming more pornographic as they went on. On the end roll she was naked and was being violated by the photographer. She took one last look around the room only to find on more roll underneath his bed. Not daring to look at them when she could be caught at any second, Hermione slipped them into her jeans pocket. Quickly replacing everything in the room except the photographs, she left with the 4 rolls.

Later when everyone was eating Hermione went to her bedroom to look at the pictures. These were the worst. It was like a flipbook of photos slowly showing Ron raping Hermione. In the pictures her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth gagged. The most horrifying part of the photos was that Hermione's eyes were wide open and she was, quite obviously, wide-awake.

She could have screamed at that moment, how could she not remember such an awful thing? She could barely breath; she could hear her heartbeat in her ears like steel drums. She dry-retched feeling as though he stomach was going to jump out of her throat. How many times had he done this to her? Why couldn't she remember? How many more photos had been burnt up with the Burrow?

Ginny walked in the room dazed, to find a tear-stricken Hermione rocking on the floor in the fetal position. "'Mione, shhh, calm down," she comforted her, arms enveloping her in a tight hug. Shakily Hermione pointed at the photos spread out across the beds. Ginny reached across and picked up a photo of Hermione her face filled with fear being raped by the photographer whom was clearly Ron. Her scream sent shivers down the spine of everyone and everything in the house, causing the entire household to come running. Ron was the first to enter…

( i thought of ending it here and being a bitch but why be mean)

By now Ginny had collapsed, still holding a photo, next to the barely conscious Hermione. Harry ran in, quickly followed by George and Fred, and over to where his best friend was rocking on the floor. George stood like Fred still fuming that Hermione had pushed him away. Ron was the first to speak.

"What the fuck is going on here?" no one spoke, it was as if he hadn't said anything. Harry was still comforting a distraught Ginny when he noticed something sticking out of her hand. He prised it open gradually. He turned around to face the twins and Ron, eyes fierce some.

"What the fuck is going on?" he red face puffed in anger.

"Well, you pervasive twat, it seems like you have a hobby that you've been hiding from us!" degusted Harry picked up the corner of the photo before passing it straight to the twins. Both paled in shock unable to speak, instead staring blankly at both the abused girl and the photo in a almost comical action. George not only felt angered at his brothers maltreatment of the girl he had only just been flirted with, but, words could not describe the mix of emotions that pulsed though his veins. His stomach coiled with not only burning anger but also intense hate, loathing.

Fred walked over to his stony faced sister. He may not know his sister as much as his twin but he knew that behind he stony face she was breaking down slowly, crumbling by the fact that Harry had gone straight to Hermione totally bypassing her. His felt a rancid taste in his mouth as my wrapped his arms around his shaking sister, the look he threw his youngest brother mirrored the look every male in the room was shooting him. Hermione's heaving breath was like a loudspeaker the only thing louder was the creaking of the floorboards as George joined his true family on the opposite side of the room.

Ron's looked crestfallen as the only member of his family that he thought might stay on his side walked slowly where his two best friends sat on the floor. One gently rocking in almost a state restive horror. He would not turn his back at the mob in front of him because he knew even though Harry was still underage (for 1 more week) he wouldn't think twice about cursing him to the time of Merlin, and even if he didn't nothing could stop his brothers, who were looking at him with the same look, the same look he was in no doubt any other member of his family would be giving him.

Hermione whimpered shakily giving Ron the time to dash from the room. The three male occupants looked enviously toward the door yearning to follow him. George gently picked up Ginny caressing his forehead like he had done so many times before but never in circumstances like this. Fred had once again gone into his emotionless, unresponsive trance, totally unaware of what would happen next.

Harry was about to repeat Georges gesture when hermione stood shakily. He held his hand out to her expecting her to grab it without a second thought, but she backed away from it like an antelope from the hunting lion as though he might strike out at her at any time. She steadied herself on the small bedside table, grabbing the wand atop it in the process. Gathering all her willpower and strength she raced out of the room much like Ron before her. But unlike him she did not go straight to the kitchen to escape via floo and into the contenence of the bottle. Instead she flung open the front door and raced in to the blackness of the night.

Once sure that no one was following her (they were still shocked at her rapid departure) she held her wand arm as though preparing to cast a spell but instead of word all that could be heard was an enormous boom as a violent purple bus stopped in front of her.

"Where to miss?" came the voice of the conductor. Where could she go? She couldn't go back to where she had come from and face their pitying looks. She couldn't go home to her mother and her mother's husband. She reflected back to what her family had told her just before she had started Hogwarts…

FLASHBACK

"Now dear I may not be your real father but I love like my own!" her father said his face strong though wetted with tears.

"It's just that now you have your letter I thought it best that I told you," her mother cut in, " as I'm sure you've read you're books already any you know what a squib is." Hermione nodded barely understanding. "Well you see I'm a squib. My family disowned me when they found out so when I left the wizarding world I had no idea what I was going to do. I only had one wizard friend, your father, and we stayed together until I met Richard." She nodded at the man standing beside her. " but when we met I was already pregnant with you so we agreed to get married. I know what has happened to your biological father and I know you will meet him while at Hogwarts as well as some members of my family. You will not be recognised by either as the glamour that was put on me was passed on to you. Your real father," all in the room had to blink away tears at the words, "doesn't know of your existence and we must keep it that way. To him you will be only a muggulborn witch, a mudblood. You will know the right time to tell him." She now knew it was the right time.

FLASHBACK

"Where to miss" he asked again.

Stepping inside,

"SNAPE MANOR"

A/N cliffy. this is so cool sorry for any spelling mistakes my xcuse is that i'm a lazy crap speller who can't be bothered to get of her own fat arse!

Thanx to Anna-bella-malfoy3 my first reviewer! u rule!