So I am finally updating this story! Yay me! This is the start of a lemon. So if you don't like lemons don't read this chapter.


Hermoine let the scalding water burn her skin. She crouched downed at the bottom of the tub as the shower hit her back. Despite the heat, she shivered. Her salty tears mixing with the tap water. She scrubbed furiously at her skin, making it red and raw. She scratched at her body with the loofah, scraping skin off and bleeding. She shook like a leaf in a wind storm. She focused her mind on anything. Going back to school, working in the twins shop, detention with Snape. Anything but Ron and what he had done to her. She felt dirty. Dirtier than she had ever felt before. And she couldn't get herself to come clean. She refused to let her mind wander back to what had happened less than an hour ago.

She began sobbing, letting the loofah slide from her hands and fall to the tub floor. She cradled her head in her hands and sobbed. She could still feel his lips on her. Brushing over her collarbone, nipping at her neck. Pressing against her lips. She could still feel his hands on her breast kneading them roughly, bruising them. She sobbed harder as she thought about him ripping her clothes, no tearing her clothes off her body. The wild look in his eyes. It was as if he had been someone else. She wanted to forget. Her mind began rambling off different spells and hexes of forgetting to her.

"Hermoine…" a soft knock at the door, followed by Harry's soft voice. She looked up through wet bangs at the door. She couldn't bring herself to say anything, all she could do was sit there in the hot water. The door creaked as Harry slowly opened it.

" 'moine?" He repeated as he poked his head into the door, brown hair falling over his glasses. She put her head down in between her legs and pressed up against the side of the bathtub, the water still burning her skin. Harry frowned but didn't say anything. He walked over to her and reached a hand out to touch her, but withdrew and instead turned off the water. Reaching for a towel, he laughed dryly.

"I am so sorry Hermoine. I should have came earlier. If I had this might never have happened. It was a dead end anyway. A waste." He sighed heavily and draped the towel around her shoulders. She brought up a shaky hand and clutched at the navy blue terry cloth. Harry slowly raised her and shifted the towel to cover his friend. "Ron is not himself. What he did is inexcusable. But there is something wrong with him. The Ron I know would never do this. I think he might have been hexed. He said he met Draco in the alley a few days ago." Hermoine looked at Harry, eyes shining with tears.

"Harry…Harry…Harry, what do I do now?" She choked out as she burst into a fresh round of tears. "I cannot face him. I just can't. I know that every time I see him now, I will remember what he did." By now she was once again in hysterics, beating her fists against Harry's chest. The boy who lived could do nothing more than bring her into a tight embrace.

" I know Hermoine, I know. But I know you know that our Ron would never do this to you." He whispered as he laid his check on the top of her head.

Ron sat huddled in the middle of his bed. Harry had lead him to his room and like a zombie he had went over to his bed and sat down. He pulled the blankets up around him and curled into a ball, clenching his eyes shut. He wondered if there was a spell to reverse time. He had not meant to hurt Hermoine. It was just that one minute Draco was in his head and the next there was Hermoine, underneath him screaming in terror. He felt sick to his stomach and thought he deserved to die. He curled up even tighter and hit his head with his hands. Everything was turn so fast. Images of Hermoine screaming and Draco's kiss swirled within his head.

"Ron." Draco's voice was barely audible over the howling wind. Ron stood in the middle of what he could only explain as a maze. The wind whipped through the bushes causing them to groan eerily. The red head swallowed hard and looked around him.

"Ron." Draco's voice called out to him again, Ron turned quickly hoping to find where that blonde was.

"Draco?" He called out questioningly and ran down the left path. Leaves and twigs blew in his face, furiously he brushed them aside and continued running. The wind began to blow harder, the howling grew louder.

"DRACO!" He screamed out and began to search for his classmate frantically. Suddenly he was knocked flat on his back, he groaned as he rolled over and sat up. Laughter filled his ears. A swishing of robes caused him to turn his head quickly and he saw a Slytherine scarf disappear behind a hedge. He stood, tearing his pants on a sharp rock.

"Draco!" He shouted as he turned the corner. Laughter once again filled the air, but the Weasley boy was alone. He reached out and touched the hedge's foliage in front of him. Wondering if this dead end was simply a mirage. He slid his hand gently over the leaves, letting them tickle his palm. He glanced back over his shoulder towards the way he had come from.

"Draco?" He called again this time quietly as if not really wanting Draco to answer him. Lips gently brushed the back of his neck. He stood still hands hanging limply by his side. He wondered if this was his imagination . But the lips became more persistent, more demanding as teeth were added, nipping at him, sucking on his neck. He groaned and fell back towards the lips, hands snaking around his waist, catching him.

"Please" he murmured, turning himself to face whomever was behind him. His breath caught in his throat once again, when he realized he was still alone. Hand moved to the back of his neck, still feeling the touch of those lips on it.

"Draco…" He breathed out and brought his fingers to his lips, kissing them. "Why?"

"Because Ron." came Draco's voice, swirling around him, breezing through the air. "I don't want to be alone. I never want to be alone. Come to me, Ron." Ron nodded, not knowing why, but wanting to obey. He walked forward as if almost in a trance, hands reaching for a door that was not there.

"I'm coming, wait for me." He said huskily "Please." Suddenly a door appeared and Ron's hands closed around the handle, shaking. He pulled it open slowly, knowing that he would find Draco inside.

Draco stood in the middle of the empty room, smiling, hand held towards Ron.

"Come" He said softly and turned away from Ron, disappearing into darkness. Ron quickly ran after him, hands reaching forward, desperately seeking the blonde man.

"Draco, wait!" He shouted. His answer was cold hands clamping roughly down on his wrists, pulling him into a hard embrace. The blonde brought his lips hungrily down unto Ron's, pressing hard against them. The force of Draco's kiss caused Ron, to lose his balance. He toppled over, bring Draco down with him. Draco straddled Ron, his member starting to grow hard. He moaned into Ron's lips and pressed himself against Ron, causing Ron to arch up. Draco's tongue pried open Ron's lips and began to earnestly explore inside his mouth. Ron's tongue began to caress Draco's.

Draco's hands roughly grabbed at the hem of Ron's shirt. Breaking the kiss, he pulled the red head's shirt off. Ron stared up at Draco, breathing hard, body beginning to glisten with sweat. Draco swooped down once again, and began to trail kisses on Ron. He started with Ron's forehead, moving to his nose and then his lips. He chewed on the other man's lips for a moment, causing Ron to buck and arch against. Slowly he began to move again, placing kisses on Ron's jaw line and then neck. Playfully he nipped at Ron's neck. Ron brought his arms up to wrap around Draco's waist, but Draco pulled his arms down, pinning them on the ground, above Ron's hands. Soft words were spoken and Ron's hands were bound to the floor.

Ron closed his eyes and moaned loudly as Draco's tongue began to caress Ron's left nipple. Draco's left hand gripped Ron's hair, clenching it in his fist. His right, fingered the waist band of Ron's trousers, running slowly along it, lightly touching Ron's waist. Ron felt himself starting to grow hard and he arched up against Draco, rubbing himself on the blonde.


Sorry that it is so short. But I had to cut it off. It gets too hot. The rest will be posted on Adult Fanfiction (dot) Net. If you go to the author directory and then look under "O", you will find me Omnichild! And then you will find the rest of the lemon. But wait a few days, I won't have that one posted for a little bit.