This is my first Harry Potter fic, eep...Kinda random. Well anyway, I don't own HP, JK Rowling does as everyone and their mother's know hopefully.

This story is Viktor/Hermione because I like them together :) please r/r

Chapter 1: Betrayal is the Name of the Game

The orange sky was silhouetted with black clouds, shaded by the rising sun. The morning air was crisp and cold, nipping at their hair and clothes. She always loved sunrises; there was something so natural and beautiful about them. Perhaps it was the idea of a new day being born, or the fact that if there was one thing she could count on it was that the sun would rise again the next day. Everything always seemed so new in the morning, the air was cleaner and fresh, the world was so quiet. People slept soundly in their little houses, so innocent and unprotected...Ignorance is bliss...

If only they had known how protected they should be, how much danger they were in every second of every day...It was still a pretty thought though, and she herself longed to be cuddled up in bed, warm and safe with beautiful dreams running through her head. She was content with the morning though, it was like a little miracle...And seemingly the last she would see.

"Ron no!" she cried out as her boyfriend pushed her to the damp grassy ground. They should have all seen something like this coming, they should have known. For all her intelligence she couldn't believe how dimwitted she had been.

Ron held his wand out, pointing directly at her, ready to strike with power he could never have on his own. His eyes were glazed over with the distinct characteristics of the Imperious Curse, a strong one at that. The magic hold can be broken though if the person wills it, no matter how strong a curse, human willpower can always prevail...But he was not prevailing, he was letting it happen. Though Ron was by no means the magical genius of the group, he had a big heart, and no matter how much Hermione knew the curse controlled him, something in her mind told her that he could break it if he tried...But he wasn't trying.

"Please Ron...You can win! It's me, Hermione!" she wasn't the type to plead, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Silly girl, impetuous little thing," he spoke, but the words were not his...They were Voldermorts, and even coming from Ron's mouth it sounded like pure evil.

"Let him go!"

"Now why in the world would I do that? I'm having so much fun," he lowered his wand and picked her up roughly with one hand, and slamming her into a tree. She whimpered at the slight pain which only caused "Ron" to smile wider.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he moved very close to her, their bodies touching and his face a mere inch from hers. Hermione tried with all her might to get away, to struggle or scream, but nothing helped, she was trapped.

"Not so tough without a wand are we now?" his voice was a mere whisper in her ear. "Although I must commend you for your...Skill...It makes me wonder what other "skills" you may have."

"Forget it," she spat back, "I would NEVER help you, I would rather die first."

"Such harsh words," he snickered a little bit, "but your magical skills, are not what I had in mind."

Voldermort using Ron's guise grabbed onto her harder and smashed his lips onto hers. He did not love her, no, the dark lord couldn't love anybody, but this was for sport. Again she began to squirm under him, trying to escape, but he was much stronger than she was; strong enough to tear her shirt and grope her, strong enough to slap her around...Strong enough to attempt to take it way too far.

This was a fate worse than she could imagine...Suddenly, she heard shouts, people calling out her name with great worry. A sense of relief came between her tears; her friends would save her. Voldermort stepped away from her, letting her fall into a heap on the ground and once more he raised his wand.

"Seems like our little get together will be cut short, oh no matter," he laughed...The cold callous laugh only he had, and it all came from Ron.

There was a flash of green light and a flash of red, and then there was nothing but darkness.

It was bright outside, even through closed eyes the light tore into her, bidding her to awaken. Her head felt like it had been cracked in two; now she new what Harry had felt so often and she made a mental note to buy him some pain killers. She didn't want to open her eyes yet, she wanted to go back to sleep.

Suddenly everything came rushing back to her; the events which had just happened! Ron being controlled by Voldermort, him trying to rape her and kill her, oh God! She sat up franticly and looked around...She was no longer on that grassy hill, but in a rather large feather bed with a baby blue spread. She was back at the Weasley's home...What had happened.

"Hermione dear?" Molly asked from the girls left side. Hermione hadn't realized that there were people surrounding her, everyone from the Order and the entire Weasley family, except for Harry of course...She hadn't even noticed the get well cards and candy she had often seen for Harry in similar situations.

"What happened?" she was afraid, tears were threatening to burst from her once more. The brilliant Hermione Granger was reduced to a blubbering fool all by one night's events. He Who Must Not be Named had tried to take advantage of her, a mere girl of eighteen in the most forbidden fashion. She could still feel his hands on her, where they shouldn't have been. Thank goodness it hadn't gotten as far as he'd like...They were Ron's hands though...His actions...But it wasn't him...He let it happen.

"You almost...We thought..." Molly couldn't finish, but Hermione understood: they thought she was going to die. She felt like death as it was, everything hurt...Even magic can't cure you of some things.

"No...No...I'm fine..." she clearly was not and the water in her eyes only proved that point. Abruptly there was a short knock on the door which made everyone's head turn...

"Hermione, you're okay!" Ron looked torn between ecstatic and shameful, but he rushed to her side anyway.

Something snapped though...Something perhaps nobody could explain at that moment in time, but when Hermione looked at him, she saw betrayal. She saw the man who hit her, and abused her and tried to rape her. He could have stopped it, damnit he SHOULD have stopped it! If he had loved her, REALLY loved her he could have broken the curse. It made her panic, it made her feel like she was back there pinned against that tree.

"You stay away from me!" she tried to sound calm and collected but it wasn't working too well.

"Hermione...It wasn't me...I saw everything but I just couldn't stop it!" her put his hand on her arm and she recoiled, jumping out of bed on unsteady feet.

"I can't...You could have stopped it!" she was completely crying now.

"Hermione..." he walked toward her, ready to take her in his arms but she pushed him away.

"Sweetheart, lay back down, you're ill...You're not thinking clearly," Mrs. Weasley tried to coax the girl into resting but Hermione would have none of it.

"I...I can't be here anymore...I can't be near you!" the room was spinning, they had been right, she was NOT well, but she couldn't stay at the Burrow, no way in hell. Think Hermione think! She had passed her Apparition test so she could go anywhere, but where? Oh she wished that the spinning would stop and that her head was clear...All she knew was she had to leave...So she apparated to the one person she knew could help her...

It was raining where he was, which wasn't a big change for him, he was used to the wet and cold but this storm had been hitting for over three days and he did miss the sunlight. When it was bleak like this he got into these moods where he would just sit on his favorite chair and look into the fire.

He found that this led to thinking though, and thinking too much can be somewhat detrimental to one's health. It brings up thoughts of "what if" and impossible dreams that could never happen. He knew that he shouldn't be one to complain, even if it was just in his mine. He had done more in his twenty two years on this earth than some did in their whole life's but still...

Suddenly he was torn away from his thoughts by the sound of a slight knocking. Had he been doing anything else he may have missed it, but his senses were more alert while staring off...

He walked to the door, uncertain of who it could possible be...Probably some dumb fan who had found him and wanted an autograph, it was so trite. So he opened the door, but it wasn't some dumb fan...No not at all...It was a soaked, trembling Hermione Granger.

"Viktor..." was all she could whisper before all her strength fled from her and she collapsed into his arms.