Chapter 14

(Rewritten July 06)

The blade pressed against Hermione's throat was as slick as it was earlier tonight when it was against her side. Her body stiffened in fright.

"Who are you," she stuttered beneath the pressure.

"Your lover," the darkened man whispered.

"That still doesn't answer my question. Who are you?" Hermione spoke louder in hopes of alerting Draco.

"Oh, you'll find out soon," the man purred slyly, "But in the meantime, why don't we have some fun?"

Hermione's eyes widened. She was defenseless, dressed in only her nightgown, and couldn't find her wand anywhere.

'Shit, shit. Draco,' she thought, 'Fuck. Wake up.'

The blade was removed from her throat and the pressure from her bed subsided as the man removed himself from it. Hermione took the surprising opportunity by the hand and fell to the ground and felt for her robes in which her wand would be located. But when she found them, it was not inside.

"Are you looking for your wand, sweet heart," the man called from the shadows. Hermione shivered.

"No," she lied as she sat back on the bed.

"Don't be smart with me. I know you are but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter one bit." The man walked around the bed and suddenly appeared from behind. His breath was penetrating her bare back and Hermione gripped the bed in alarm. Her mouth opened in a scream but his hand quickly covered it.

"Don't you dare think about it," he growled as he crawled on top of her and pressed the blade into her side. "My threats aren't empty. Don't expect this one to be." Hermione nodded feverishly. Oh, this wasn't the way she wanted her first time to go. Fuck, no one wants this.

She shook as her nightgown was removed and again when her lips were forcefully captured by 'her secret lover'. He growled in pleasure as he made his way up and down her body.

"Are you enjoying this," he moaned from between her legs.

She shook her head no. The blade's pressure increased.

"Yes, I am," Hermione lied through her teeth. His body then lifted from hers as he undid his zipper. Hermione jumped at the chance of escape and ran towards the bathroom door. If only she could get inside, then she could wake Draco.

"Draco," she screamed as she flung the bathroom door open.

"Fucking bitch," the man yelled from behind her as he slammed the door shut. He grabbed her, pushed her against the wall and covered her mouth. He couldn't find his wand so a silencing charm was impossible. "Don't you dare say another fucking word."

Draco lay on his bed. His dreams were no longer filled with Hermione's angelic caresses but with every other girl he's touched. He groaned as he remembered the last Hufflepuff he had banged when he heard screams.

"Shut the fuck up," he yelled to his wall. With his wand he performed a silencing spell and fell back asleep.

Hermione cried. There was no room to move as the man pressed his body against hers. She sobbed into his hand and with each tear that fell, he pressed harder. She learned to become numb in the course of a few minutes.

The rest was just a blur...

"Thanks a bunch, toots," the man moaned as he pulled away and zipped his pants. "Don't mutter a word or else those little friends of yours will be history, and I don't give a shit if he's the boy who lived."

Hermione sobbed as he exited the room. Her bruised body slid down the wall. She fell upon her wand and she cried.

'I was just raped,' she thought, 'I was just raped. Kill me...'

"Wow, tonight was, different," Ron muttered to Ginny. Both red heads were seated in front of the dying fire in the Gryffindor common room. Harry was to their right.

"I'd say so," Ginny agreed.

"I never expected her to go for Malfoy," Ron moaned. "Why him?"

Ginny shrugged. "I'm not going to hold that against her," she explained. "Because they were actually happy together. You have no idea how many girls would kill for an opportunity such as that, Ronald."

"Obviously not. I'm not a girl and my name isn't Ronald, it's Ron."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I just wish she hadn't gone through with what she did tonight. If only she had come to me then we could have talked about it and I could have convinced her not to leave."

"Wait," Ron asked, "Have you known about these notes?"

"Of course," Ginny exclaimed. "I've known about the ones from Draco, well, not who they were from until he revealed himself, and then about the first note she had received from the second admirer. I could have stopped her..."

Harry glanced at her from his position in his arm chair.

"Why didn't you mention that," he asked. Ginny blushed with embarrassment.

"I don't know. The first time she received a note from the second admirer, I pushed her to see who it was but then afterwards I was beginning to rethink it and decided that she shouldn't. I mean, she had confided in me and explained how happy she was with Draco. I was going to say something when the second note arrived, which would have been today, if she had told me about it."

"I think we should just drop it," Ron muttered.

"I agree but I can't help but wondering who that other guy really is. What if he's hurting her," Harry muttered curiously.

"I doubt it," Ron replied. "You saw the way they were tonight."

"Yes," Harry began, "But it could have been a set up. Hermione was trying to tell us something. We were just too shocked with the situation to listen."

"I doubt anyone would do that to her," Ginny pointed out. Harry watched her.

"You never know with people in this school," Harry sighed. "I'm going to go for a walk. I need to clear my head."

Ron and Ginny nodded as Harry went upstairs, grabbed his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's map and exited the dorm.

He was angry with the situation. He was angry with himself and he was angry with Ginny and Ron for not listening to him. What if he was right? What if something was wrong? Hermione rarely cries but this year, she had been a load of waterworks.

"Bloody hell," he whispered beneath his breath as he waved his wand on the map. No one else was in the halls except for him. "Am I attracted to Hermione? Ha, no, I can't be. We're just friends and always will be otherwise everything could be ruined."

He shook his head.

"It's decided," he whispered, "I have to get over this notion."

But Harry couldn't help but to walk to the Head dorms while his new and unexpected realization played in his mind. As he was making his way down the corridor though, the Head portrait swung open and a whistling man exited. Harry knew it wasn't Draco. He glanced down at the Marauder's Map quickly to find his identity and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe it...