Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter. I own a pen and an apple. ('oi stop eating my apple.') Oh, maybe just a pen then. So as you can see I don't own much.

A/N: I had to change the rating. Read on to find out why. Unless you are not of an age to read it or you have a nervous disposition.

Viktor was so close to her, she could smell the alcohol on his breath, could taste it. He was so drunk. She knew that this wasn't the real Viktor but that didn't make what he was doing any better.

He moved closer to her. His lips met hers again, his tongue licking at her lips trying to gain entry. She knew that it was pointless to fight it. She let her lips part, let his tongue explore her mouth. She kissed him back knowing that if she didn't then he'd get mad again like he had done earlier.

He broke the kiss. Then started to pull at her shirt. He started to undo the buttons but then seemed to become impatient and pulled at it harder. He achieved the desired affect, her shirt came apart the remaining buttons now rolling around the floor. She whimpered at the destruction of her shirt. That had been one of her favourites, Harry had bought it for her birthday last year. She knew that Viktor had always hated that.

He moved towards her again, his lips meeting hers. Kissing her roughly, animally. His hand moved to the clasp on the back of her bra he undid it. His hands move around her body and reached her breasts. He kneaded them roughly, pulling at he nipples. His lips left hers and found her breast. He licked on her nipple, sucked on it hard and then bit at it. She let out a whimper of pain. He must have taken this as pleasure because when he rose he had a smile on his face.

'You like that don't you?' he asked. He lifted his shirt and undid the fly of his trousers. Finally pulling down his boxers.

When he was fully naked, his clothes thrown across the room, he moved closer to Hermione his lips meeting hers once again. His hand working to pull down her skirt and underwear. He pushed her down on the bed. She hit her head on the bed head.

Hermione woke with a jolt she sat up panting and covered in sweat. She looked around her surroundings. She was led on the sofa in Harry's living room. There was a blanket draped over her. The house was silent and seemingly empty. She looked around again and saw a note placed on the table next to her. It read.

Hermione,
Gone to get a few things. couldn't bring myself to wake you, I know your tired. Be back soon.
Love,
Harry, xx

She gave a sigh of relief at least he wasn't around to see her. She knew that her current appearance would only worry him more. She didn't want that. He had enough on his plate. He always did, always had. She hated to see him hurt and knew that if she told it would hurt him. But then she knew that he was hurting anyway because she wouldn't tell him what it was that was bothering her, what was haunting her sleep, her dreams.

She knew that she would have to tell him at some point, knew that she wouldn't be able to keep it a secret forever. She knew that she had, on occasion, talked in her sleep. What if it happened again? He'd find out anyway.

Harry came back about an hour after Hermione had woken up. During the time she had kept herself busy. Shed tidied the house and unpacked her things into the empty closet in the bedroom that she now shared with Harry. She had started to prepare something to eat when she heard a small pop in the next room. She poked her head through the door and saw Harry stood in the middle of the living room, several bags and packages at his feet.

'Hi', she said.

'Hi', he replied, 'I just needed to go and get some stuff. I don't know if you noticed but there's not a lot of food in the kitchen. And then I had to pick up some packages. And then I ran In to someone.' he said carrying the bags into the kitchen. 'I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful, so beautiful.' He came back into the room and kissed her on the lips and pulled her into a hug. 'Were you alright? Did you find my note? How long were you asleep?'

'What is this the Spanish inquisition?' she asked before laughing 'To answer your questions, I've been wake for about an hour, I found your note thank you. And I am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you very much Mr Potter. I do happen to be older than five you know!'

'I know I'm just-'

'Worried about me.' she finished his sentence for him 'I know Harry.'

'So did you have anymore weird dreams?' he asked, looking concerned and knowing that he probably wouldn't get a truthful answer.

'No, I had a perfectly normal sleep,' she said avoiding his eyes.

'No, you didn't. I know when your lying Hermione, you've never been very good at it. You had another dream didn't you? Why cant you tell me what they're about?'

'I just cant Harry.' she said to his feet. 'I afraid that you'll do something stupid if I do. Because their not just dreams, they're memories.'

'Memories of what?' he asked looking concerned.

'Its nothing Harry really, its not.' she said this time to him face.

'Hermione, you cant tell me that they're just memories. they've been keeping you awake, waking you up. You can't just tell me that they're nothing! You said that if you told me I'd do something stupid. Why would I do that?'

'Harry its just something that happened. You cant change it now. What's done is done, and I have to live with that.'

'But you shouldn't have to, not on your own anyway. I'm here for you Mione. I want to help you, like you've helped me. Let me. Let me in. I love you.'

He hugged her close to him and kissed her fore head. He felt his shirt become moist where her face was and knew that she was crying. He stoked her hair, comforting her.

'Harry I want to tell you, but its so hard. I know what you'll do when you find out, know how you'll react.'

He led her over to the sofa. She sat down and he followed suit sitting next to her and putting his arm round her shoulder.

'Harry I'm going to tell you what happened but only if you promise me that you wont fly off the handle and that you wont do anything stupid.'

'Why would I do that?' he asked.

'Harry just promise'.

'Ok I promise' he said.

Hermione took a deep breath. It was now or never.

'Last week Viktor came home form practice, he was drunk, so no surprises there. He came in and said that he thought I was having an affair with you. He said that that was why we never slept together any more, he said that I was getting enough from you so I didn't need him any more. But then he said that he wanted some, now.' her voice broke as she was overcome by the emotions that were coming at her. 'I said no, said that he had had too much to drink and that he needed to sober up. He called me an ungrateful slut, he said that if he wanted some then he'd have it. Then he- he.'

She broke down even further. She held on to Harry for support. He held onto her back. Holing her close to him. Comforting her. He knew what was coming and he was disgusted. How had he let this happen? And practically under his nose. Why had he noticed? How could he have let Hermione live with this on her own?

I'm going to kill the bastard. I'm going to make him feel an ounce of the pain that Hermione is feeling right now. I'll make sure that he never hurts anyone else ever again.

'He- he raped me Harry.' she sobbed 'He raped me'.

A/N: hope you liked. That chapter was really hard to write and I don't know if I did the images in my head any justice. Anyways tell me what you thought.