A/N: Ohhh SARAH…you are in such trouble! Alright, everyone, I'd like to reveal kerorokoneko as the one and only Sarah, who attends the same school as me! She has been sneaky and has not told me. But I will NOT be holding back on what my theme for this story is…although it's a little naughty…;)… even though she will most likely ridicule me about it!

A/N 2: thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Without them I wouldn't want to finish the cliffhangers!

A/N 3: By the way… Sarah has pointed out something… although Harry/Hermione were dating before the attack…it won't end up this way… it is a DM/HG story for a reason people, so don't sink my ship here.

kricketoh whatever shall I do with you….i laugh every time I read your reviews…sighs, then laughs

Disclaimer: I'm trying to think of something I own in this story…but I can't, I'm failing miserably, why would I want to infringe copyright laws? I mean seriously, if I owned Harry Potter and all affiliates, do you really think I would be wasting my time writing FREE fan fiction, when I could make this a book and get money off of it? Uh, YEA, now there's something that makes sense. HOLD IT! I OWN THE WORD THUNKED! (It means hit by the way) (Oh, and if I don't and it's already been invented….I take that back! And will be so sorry!)

Last Chapter: Well if you read it you would know…but to refresh the lazy minds of my (beloved) readers….Ron tells his revenge story to Harry, who is disgusted an appalled. He walks off and is suddenly hit…who is the attacker, if it is an attacker at all? All shall be revealed…almost…because I plan to carry the story a little longer than 10 chapters…honestly, that would be so devastating to all of you…My, my, my, I can't seem to stay on topic today! I'll try and stop doing a Mrs. McNeil on all of you. (If you've never attended the elementary school in this country called…well, name is unimportant, than you will be lost at that comment. Really…I mean…do I expect all of you to even know that! NO! ) Ah…and there it is again, completely off subject.

SMACk!

Harry thunked into some one who had been looking around and had not noticed where he was going. The boys had both mauled each other over accidentally and lay sprawled on the grass. Blond hair blew into the other boy's face as he brushed grass off of himself and tried to stand up before lending Harry a hand. Nervously he took it, not knowing what to expect.

"Just who I was looking for! " Malfoy said just as nervously as Harry had taken his hand.

"And…why, exactly, were you looking for me?"

"Because, Potter! Your girlfriend's up!"

Harry's eyes could only widen in relief and fear, anger and happiness, joy and sorrow. Would she remember? Ron had said they had researched memory erasing charms. Had she been, he gulped, told of the rape? So many things flew through his already spinning head.

"Shouldn't Weasley be coming too?"

"No!" Harry said quickly and a little more sharply then he had intended to let on.

"Uh…I suppose I shouldn't ask why, right?" Realization, with a little fear and hope filled Malfoy's eyes, before masked over with that bloody infamous smirk of his. Ugh! How Harry could not stand it when that was plastered on his face. Too many emotions filled his heart and mind today. He really believed he would burst any moment.

He might as well know though, considering somehow or another way Draco Malfoy would find out, he always found everything out. Usually, anyway…

"No, you might as well know."

Harry replied wearily, letting his guards down and letting his emotion flow painfully from his eyes.

Malfoy was taken by surprise at the sudden whirlwind of passion coming unexpectedly from the other boy.

"Really?" he asked cautiously, and eagerly.

"Yes, really. " Harry replied, sounding so very much older then he really was.

"Well, it was, Ron. Ron and Seamus did that to her."

Malfoy was sincerely shocked. He had dismissed Seamus and Ron, as, well he had just dismissed it, not wanting to believe that it had really been them, thinking that that was just, too, too much to handle and couldn't possibly be. Now he was hearing it, well, so to speak, from the horse's mouth.

"But don't go spreading rumors about all this, Malfoy!" He looked suddenly at the boy's eyes angrily, looking down again he muttered, "It's horrible enough as it is…"

"No, no…I-I, wouldn'-won't, no. Don't, just, don't, ah, worry."

His face still masked from emotion had a hint of shock since his eyes were a little wider than their customary size, and his mouth hung open a smidgen.

Slowly they made their way back up to the castle, and then finally remembering their cause, half ran- half rapidly walked to the hospital wing on the far side of the castle.

When they reached the wing, there were many people standing around the bed in the corner. From the looks of it, her immediate family, along with most of the teachers, Dumbledore, and Madame Pomfrey stood around her. Harry peered around the throng and looked at Hermione. Her eyes were wide in happiness for the appearance of everyone, confusion, and some fear. She obviously had not been told anything.

"Ah, and here comes the rescuer and the victim's best friend." Dumbledore announced on seeing the arrival of the boys.

"But, where, pray tell, is the red headed friend?" Dumbledore whispered into Harry's ear a he came closer, causing Harry to jump in fright.

"I think, Professor, that that will be addressed later… Between the two of us, I can't bear to tell everyone here."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at him, but continued his task in welcoming all, and making everyone as comfortable as could be around the young girl's bed.

"Well," he announced, preparing for another small speech, "all of the teachers, your family, and friends have been informed of your condition, but as you were not able to respond to anything, for, quite a while, it was not possible to tell you—"

"Professor," Hermione interrupted, "What exactly is my condition? Why am I here? What, well, what in general is going on? I can't remember anything at all about last night!"

Dumbledore shook his head sadly to himself before going on.

"Well, Hermione, for a start, it was not last night you can't remember, it has been two days since you're 'last night.'"

She gasped in surprise and fear. Her deep chocolate brown eyes widened in astonishment.

"You were in a deep coma for two days, dear. You were attacked on the night you can not seem to remember."

Everyone looked at her. She looked at all the eyes, yearning, craving, pleading, begging for them to turn away. Only Harry's eyes turned. If she only knew…her pain would be intensified by a tenfold. Tears formed in his eyes and he couldn't continue to gaze at her.

"Is-is there, something else?"

Hermione asked the question tentatively, walking on eggshells, persuading them to say no, on the verge of tears.

"Yes, my dear, there is something else." Madame Pomfrey broke in, it seemed as though Dumbledore was going to drag this out as far as he could to avoid telling her, but she could tell that it would only strengthen the pain she would feel, it was not for the better, She had to inform her of it, it was her duty as a nurse at this school.

"You were raped."

Tears poured from her eyes and al she could do was sob. It was horrendous, what had she ever done to deserve this? Ever?

Once everyone had gone to their respective places when the discussion was over, Hermione laid there, terrified of being alone, even though she knew Madame Pomfrey was merely beyond the curtain checking on all of her other patients.

Every time Hermione thought about the conversation her heart just broke and she tried in vain to hold back the tears, instead they only fell harder on her petite face. Silently she rocked back and forth, holding herself. Oh why, why her? They didn't even know who had done it. She was ever grateful to the (always slimy git) Malfoy for saving her, but if she ever found out who had done this to her, she would kill them. She would kill anyone who had helped, she was furious. Why would anyone do this to her? Why had they done it? Well they would pay. If they thought that she would just sit and cry all the time about it, oh were they off.

Her younger sister by about 3 years, Sarah, had handed her a book before she had left. It had gone unnoticed by everyone but Hermione. No smile was offered by her sister, but she had always been a tad bid morose on a lot of subjects. Silently she had slid the book under her pillow, not knowing what to think of it. She waited until everyone was gone, and now again, she pulled it out from under the pillow. She gently enfolded her hands around the book, caressing it as her last chance to survive. It was a book on self defense and attacking. Sarah always knew how she felt, and this was perfect. The crime that had been committed on her was too much for magic alone, it was too personal for her to cast a spell and run away. She wanted to hit them, punch them, so they would feel it. Painfully regret every touch that had befallen her. They would pay oh so dearly.

She leafed through the pages, anticipating the moment she left the hospital wing so she could practice, and improve her strength, to add muscle to her small body. She was near the end of the book when she tried to pick through a page it stuck, she didn't want to tear it, so she went to the next, but it stuck, also. Quickly she realized that the last quarter of the book was entirely stuck, and it seemed to have a long, narrow pocket. She gasped when she saw what lay inside.