A/N: This fic is one I was thinking about before the HBP came out, but now it's sort of solidified. If you haven't yet read HBP (Shame on you) then be warned that there are spoilers here. There is also explicit and sometimes non-consensual sex and violence. If you are old enough and mature enough to deal with that, read on. Otherwise, don't blame me for ruining the book or hurting your psyches. Please review.

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"Please, tell us what happened…"

Looking into two pairs of concerned eyes, how could I not tell them the truth?

Clasping my hands together and locking my arms around my knees, I started to talk quietly. I was afraid of their eyes and couldn't meet their gazes as I tried to explain what had happened, starting with the break-up with Ron, needing space and lying to my best friends and my family, wandering around shopping, getting back after talking to them earlier, showering, and then returning to my room and discovering I wasn't alone.

When it got to the identity of my attacker, I paused, unsure of their reaction. Daring a glance up, I saw that both of them had gone white as a ghost, their freckles horribly standing out. They looked at each other, passing another look between them, seeming to read each other's minds. They looked back to me, the concern still there, along with a growing anger.

"Hermione, I know that talking about the details is hard for you, but we're here for you. And the more details you give us, the better we can suit our…retribution….on Malfoy…"

Dropping my eyes, I continued. When I got to him yanking me around by my hair, I felt tears start down my cheeks, again. I was starting to feel like a faucet that no matter how tightly you turn the handle, water still leaks out.

At the tears, one of the twins came over to me, and sitting next to me, put an arm around my shoulders. He didn't squeeze or get too close, giving me space, but his presence was a comfort. I didn't look up to see which one it was, but continued with my story.

I told them about his choking me, his hurting me. They had seen the bruises of course, when they were healing me. When I told them about his touching me, I couldn't control the sobs that came from me. I had to stop.

The twins didn't say anything, but the arm on my shoulders tightened, pulling me into an embrace and stroking my hair, gently comforting me.

The other twin got up and sat on the other side of me, gently patting my back.

I eventually got control of my sobs, and continued.

I told them that Malfoy had used protection, but that strangely, this upset me. That for all the contact we had, he had never allowed our skin to touch. He didn't want to be contaminated. I told them that this hurt the worst. That even though he was doing this to me, he couldn't bare to touch me…

I lost it again. "I didn't want Malfoy to touch me. Why did he bother, if he was so repulsed by me? Why did I have to loose my virginity to someone who didn't want to touch me? Why my first time?" I was beyond sobbing now.

"Shhhhh, Hermione. Shhhhh, we're here. We'll take care of you now…." I heard from my right.

"And him." This came from my left.

Surprised, I looked up unto the eyes of the twin who had been holding me, rocking me, and now, willing to defend me…George, my mind supplied the identification.

"I….I don't…don't want you to get hurt. It's not worth it…..he's not worth it…." Now I was worried that they'd get hurt and that would be my fault, too.

"He's not worth anything, 'Mione. But you are. Did he say anything else we should know about?"

"Um…he called me a Mudblood. He said I wasn't a good fuck…nothing earth shattering…just hurtful."

Nodding tightly, the twins once again exchanged a look. Looking at me, Fred asked, "Do you think you can sleep? You need to rest in order to finish healing."

"I am tired, but I don't want to be alone yet."

"Actually, I don't think you should be alone. You may have nightmares." Taking out his wand, George conjured a cot and some blankets. He looked at Fred, who gave me a hug, and turned to leave.

George helped me get into bed and tucked me in. "We'll talk more in the morning, and plan, too. Now, you need to sleep. I will be right there. I won't let anyone hurt you. Not even Fred," he paused with a grin, which I returned, "and tomorrow we can focus on fixing things. Sleep well, Hermione." And with that he kissed my cheek, climbed into the cot, and turned out his wand light with a muttered "nox".

The fire was still glowing, so it wasn't totally dark, and I saw his eyes still open.

"Goodnight, George. I know you're Ron's brother, but I want you to know that I appreciate everything you have already done for me. I don't know what I would have done without you and Fred. And I know I'll never be able to repay you, but if I can every help you….well….Goodnight."

And with that, I fell asleep.

"Goodnight, Hermione. The unfairness of this whole situation is almost funny. Heal, Hermione, please heal…" George whispered, before he too, fell asleep.

A/N: This chapter was shorter than the others, but I wanted to go ahead and get it off her chest. So, in your reviews, let me know what yyou think of her falling for George, or whether he should have an unrequited love...