Gotta Get Through This

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A/N: I love you all for reading this far! It takes a while to get started, kinda like…pre-heated! Well, anyway, thanks for reading! This is my third fanfic, and its based on a true story…I hope it doesn't suck…

            If only I could get through this

If only I could get through this

If only I could get through this

God, Help me get through this

            Hermione pulled the covers out of the tight corners of her bed. She quickly parted her hair, and made to braids on each side. She wore a plain and simple shirt to sleep in, and it came slightly past her thighs. She wasn't very tired, but she knew she had to sleep.

            Hermione rolled over in her bed, so she could see the time on her clock. The number's glowed red, 3:45 a.m. She closed her eyes tightly willing herself to go to sleep. After about a minute, she kicked the comforter off her, swinging her legs out of bed and standing up, slightly unstable.

            She slowly made way her way down the darkened hallway, her arms out stretched, staring ahead unseeingly. Her small flat rarely ever had guests. Things were thrown around, and pots and pans piled up in large heaps. Every once and a while she would stumble over something that she left on the floor.  She felt for a cup, and turned on the tap, leaving it on, until it started to run cold.

            She took large gulps, relieving her dry throat. She smiled to herself, the dance really was successful, she hadn't made a fool of herself.

            "Hermione?" said a soft voice.

            Hermione's heart thumped in her chest. She had locked all the doors before she slept, she was sure of that. She had left her wand in her room, she cursed herself under her breath. She wasn't so afraid though, this person obviously knew who she was.

            She slowly turned around, her arms in a cross over her chest. She couldn't see anyone, only darkness. Her eyes swivelled around the room. Again she cursed herself under her breath, if she had her wand, she could use a lighting charm. Her eyes fell upon a figure that stood in front of the kitchen window. Now Hermione was scared, she had nothing to protect herself with.

            "G-Get out of my house," Hermione said, trying as best as she could to sound casual.

            The figure could see through this act, because it took a few steps forward, getting dangerously closer.

            "It's only me, Ron," said the figure.

            Ron muttered a simple spell, and the room lit up.

            "Do you always sneak into people's houses?" Hermione asked with a deep sigh.

            "Only if I want them."

            Hermione's fear returned for a moment, if he wanted them? As in, he wanted her? She gulped, he had followed her home, and he broke into her house.

            Ron took a few steps closer and she could smell the alcohol in his breath. He was drunk. Hermione's fear grew even more.

            "R-Ron, go home, I am tired," Hermione said stumbling over her words.

            Ron quickly closed the distance between them, laying a kiss on her neck, slightly sucking.

            Hermione shivered, she tried to push Ron away, but he was much stronger then her. He grabbed her wrists smiling dangerously. Hermione's bottom lip quivered with fear. She realized that she should call out for help, but when she tried to scream, only a small groan escaped her lips. He kissed her bare collarbone, and Hermione struggled to get away from him. Her eyes traveling recklessly for something that she could use to help her.

            Her eyes fell on the open window, she could see someone walking across the street, a bit of light was shed on the situation.

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            Harry walked on the narrow side-walk, he could sleep, so he decided some fresh air might help him. He dropped his cigarette and crushed it with the heel of his shoe. The red embers still burning brightly.

            Harry stopped suddenly. He could hear someone calling…someone was calling for help. He looked around quickly, to see whom the yell came from. There was no one else on the road. He thought he must be hearing things. Then he heard it again, his looked around rapidly again. He stared at an open window, there was a light on inside, and he could see two figures. He turned in the direction of the flat, quickening his pace slightly.

            He reached the door, and he wasn't exactly sure what to do next. Was he supposed to knock? Or just throw open the door and run in? He decided on knocking. He rapped on the oak door, and the cries faded, and there were sounds of people moving around.

            He opened the door slowly peering inside. He could hear heavy panting. So he slowly moved inside, closing the door behind him.

            He walked slowly down some kind of a hallway, then he came to a kitchen, it was brightly lit. And he looked around carefully, there didn't seem to be anyone in here. He saw someone moving from the corner of his eye. He looked over to the side where a girl lay curled up in a ball, head on the ground.

            "Uh…excuse me? Miss?"

            The girl looked up quickly, when she saw Harry her lip quivered, and she started to sob loudly.

            Harry studied the girl's face and almost right away realized it was Hermione.

            "Hermione?" he asked doubtfully.

            The girl stopped crying and stared at him, "H-Harry?"

            Harry nodded and he walked over to Hermione kneeling beside her. As soon as he did so, she clung to him sobbing onto his shoulder. He was a little surprised about this, and he slowly pat her on the back. Letting her cry and get it all out.

A/N: Chapter three! Yay! Tell me if you like it!!