Chapter 2- A Deal
Hermione's POV
I woke up lying on the floor. My legs were extremely sore and I could see dried blood on the floor.
I tried to think back to the day before. Malfoy raped me!
I looked up, and saw Malfoy asleep with his back against the wall.
Trying to be silent, I picked myself up off the floor and started to walk towards the door. I was halfway out the door when a cold hand gripped my arm.
"What are you doing?"
"I was just l-leaving," I stammered.
"Listen," Malfoy said, his face ghostly white. "You tell anyone about last night, and someone you love will be hurt, understand?
I nodded. "Y-yes."
"Good." He released his grip.
X X X X X
Harry and Ron bombarded me with questions when I stumbled through the portrait hole later on.
"Where were you?" Ron said.
"Hermione, we were so worried," Harry stated.
"What happened? Ron questioned.
I hesitated. "Um, I fell asleep at the Hog's Head. I was, uh, studying.
"Oh."
I changed the subject. "Why don't we go get something to eat? I'm starving."
X X X X X
There were only a few people in the great hall for lunch. Harry, Ron , and I sat at the nearly empty Gryffindor table. "So, um," Ron said, stuffing his face with food. "howm lonshoo ouressabe?"
"What?" Harry and I said.
Ron swallowed. "I said, 'How long should our essay be?'"
"On what?"
"Flingdoobs, of course."
Harry and I snorted. "What?" Harry said.
"Don't we have an essay due…?"
"No!"
"Oh," Ron said.
"You've been hanging out with Luna too much," I stated.
We finished eating and headed up to the Common Room, where Fred and George were signing up testers for their Skiving Snackboxes.
"Fred, George! Don't!" I shrieked as they placed something in a second year's mouth.
"She'll be fine." Fred said. "But let's not talk about that – let's talk about us."
"Us!"
"Of course," Fred said, placing an arm around my neck.
"Fred, you know how I feel about being in a relationship. I can't," I told him.
He sighed.
"Look," I said. "I'll make you a deal: In two years, when I graduate, if you're still single, I'll go out with you. Deal?"
Fred smiled. "Deal." Then, "Hermione, um, I gotta go help George with the Snackboxes."
"Okay," I said, and plopped down in front of the fire on a squishy armchair.