My eyes fluttered open and I slowly gained my bearings. I was back lying on the bed again. I felt much better though, no pain or headaches and I could think pretty clearly. I didn't feel like I was going to faint at any second, so that was a relief at least. Then I saw Harry Potter sitting on the end of the bed.

"Harry?"

"Good morning, Hermione," he said. "I hope you're feeling better. You didn't look too well last night."

"Yes, I do thank you."

"Would you like a drink of water?"

"Yes, please."

Harry handed me the cup of water from the dressing table and I took a sip. I was so thirsty that I then gulped down the whole glass. It felt so refreshing.

Harry brought up an empty test-tube. It was the same one I'd seen him holding before I passed out. That time it was full with a strange purple liquid, but this time however, it was empty.

"I used this on you whilst you were asleep." Harry said. "I hope you don't mind."

"Used what?"

"It's a special formula I've been working on for the last few days. I had heard you weren't feeling too good, so I made this cure. I'm glad to see that it's worked."

"You made that cure?"

"Of course, Hermione. I really do care about you, you know."

"But you kidnapped my and brought my to this strange place. You did some strange magic ritual on me. What the hell's going on Harry?"

"Look, it wasn't my idea to kidnap you ok, it was Draco's."

"But Draco said it was your idea."

"Don't believe that lying Malfoy. He is nothing but trouble, you know that Hermione. When has he ever done anything nice to you ever?"

I thought about it for a second, but I really couldn't think of anything. Harry continued.

"He is obviously just wanting to use you, for you to let your guard down and then he'll strike."

"Are you sure Harry? Draco has been really good to me over the last few days."

"You must be joking, Hermione. What has he done for you? Brought you bread and water? Please, we have a fine gourmet chef here in the kitchen and I can assure you Draco only eats the finest cuisine. If he were really being nice to you, then he would get you a nice meal, fresh from our chef, right? Not the scraps."

"He brought me clean clothes too."

"Oh yes, I can see he really went out of his way to bring you the latest in fashion. This is quality designer wear I hear. Well, maybe in Hogwarts anyway. I would have thought he would have brought you a lovely silk dress or something. Something you could be proud to wear, not any old tat."

"He's just doing his best, Harry. I actually really appreciate it. At least he tries to comfort me and it might not be much but I think under the circumstances, Draco's being really good."

"Please, Hermione, you're so naïve. Draco isn't nice. He never has been nice and guess what, he never will be nice. Look, I'm the one who just cured you and you're not thanking me and saying how great I am."

"I'm sorry, Harry. Thanks for the medicine. But I think you owe me an explanation."

"There's nothing to tell really. I just want to expand my magic ability and this is the only place where I can do it. There's only so much you can learn at Hogwarts, you know."

"But what's that got to do with me, Harry?"

"Well, you a very good magic student and Draco wanted to bring you hear to sacrifice you to Lord Voldermort to give him ultimate power."

"But Draco said you received my magic."

"Yes and that was to stop Lord Voldermort from getting it. You see, I can't let him win."

"What's this really about, Harry?"

"I don't know what you mean, Hermione."

"Stop it Harry!"

Suddenly Draco came into the room. He looked over at me and then at Harry.

"Is everything ok in here?" he asked.

"Everything's fine." I replied.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"I'm just doing a check. You told me to look after Hermione and make sure she doesn't escape, so that's what I'm doing."

"Well you're not doing a very good job of that. Haven't you seen how ill she's been lately? I had to come here and cure her."

"Well, I didn't have anything for her illness."

"Rubbish! You're pathetic, Draco."

"Harry, please." I said.

"Shut up, Hermione!" Harry replied.

"Hey, don't speak to her like that."

"I can speak however I want to whomever I want. Draco you have no use here. I'm attending to Hermione now, get out at once before I get the rest of the death eaters to throw you out."

Draco shook his head and left. Harry sighed and then turned his attention back to me. I got up out of the bed but he put his hand on my shoulder and ushered me to sit back down.

"Harry, I'll ask you again, what's this really about?"

"It's about magic and power, obviously. Something that Draco and Lord Voldermort want badly."

"No, Harry and it's about me and you, isn't it?"

"What?" Harry was a little taken aback. "That's ridiculous. We both know that we're meant to be together anyway. There's nothing to discuss."

"No, Harry, you're wrong."

"C'mon, Hermione. Everything we've done, we've done together. All the adventures we've had and look how close we've become over the last few years. It's only right that we should be together. Don't tell you don't feel the same way, Hermione, because I know you do. You've always wanted to be with me, but never had the courage to say it."

"Harry, that's ridiculous. I do admit there was a time when I thought I loved you and I suppose I still find you attractive but that's not the point. Don't you see, Harry, I could never be with you now, not after this. I know what you did; I know the truth. This will live in my memory for the rest of my life."

"And I suppose Draco told you everything?"

"He told me enough. I worked out the rest for myself. I remember the ritual why I had my magic drained, I remember your face and the words you said. Harry, I'm sorry, but I don't love you, not anymore."

"Be quiet, Hermione. It doesn't matter what you say. We were made to be together. It's fate and you can't fight fate, Hermione."

Harry reached out and grabbed my wrist, squeezing it tightly.

"Ouch, Harry, you're hurting me, stop it!"

"Not until we achieve our destiny."

"What destiny?"

Harry then reached out and grabbed my other wrist and pinned me to the bed. He had a devious, evil smile on his face. I was so scared. I tried to struggle out of his grasp, but Harry held me down with ease. Gone were the days when Harry and I were the same size and I could beat him up and tease him, he had grown into quite a sturdy young man and he easily overpowered me.

Harry then held both of my wrists in his left hand whilst he moved his right out down and stroked my bare thigh. He rubbed his hand up and down and I desperately tried to squirm out. I knew what he was planning to do. He was planning to rape me and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

He moved his hand up my skirt. I felt him trying to remove my underwear. I kicked and I squirmed but to no avail. I cried out as loud as I possibly could. Harry continued to use one hand to restrain me and the other rubbing up and down my legs. I stopped struggling for a moment. I was almost paralysed with fear. The only movement I made was a small tremble. Harry Potter was about to rape me and I was helpless to stop him. This wasn't right.

Harry began to kiss me, lightly on the cheek at first and then moved on to passionate kiss, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I bit his tongue and spat at him and he slapped me in the face. I cried out in pain again.

I heard the door open. Then I felt the weight and pressure off me as someone was pulling Harry up. It was Draco Malfoy. I watched on as Draco punched Harry as hard as he could. Harry got up, with blood dripping from his nose. Draco then grabbed Harry by his collar and threw him out of the room.

Draco walked over to me. I was crying and holding my face where Harry had hit me. Draco sat down beside me and put an arm round my shoulder.

"I heard you cry, Hermione," he said. "What did he do to you?"

I wiped the tears out of my eyes.

"Oh, Draco, he tried to force himself on me. I was so scared."

"Why that lowlife little git! I'll sort him out!"

"No, Draco, please, it's not worth it. I just want to forget about it."

"Ok, Hermione, if you say so."

He saw the red mark on my face where Harry had slapped me. He kissed me gently there and it felt so smooth and soft. It numbed a lot of the pain.

"I'm sorry about what I said the other day. I didn't mean to be so blunt when I told you I loved you, but I had to get it off my chest."

"No, it's ok Draco. At least you're not Harry Potter." I started crying again. "How dare he say he loved me? He's the worst human being alive."