A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Warning: Mentions of sexual assault

Draco glanced at the Gryffindor table and frowned. Hermione wasn't there. Where was she? In the hospital wing? She'd been close to having a breakdown. Merlin, he wanted to take Warrington's face and smash it against the table. No. He couldn't do that. He couldn't do anything not yet. Slowly an idea formed in the back of his mind. He had a feeling he knew some of the other names, other seventh year boys who were tight with Warrington.

"Blank expression, deep look in your eyes. What are you thinking about?" a voice asked from his right. He turned. Daphne was sitting there. When had she arrived.

"Something that might be important," Draco answered truthfully. The girl scared him slightly.

"Let me know if I can help. Later," she stated rising and walking from the table. Draco sighed. It was bad enough he felt like he couldn't do anything to help Hermione, but now Daphne was...what exactly was she doing?

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Hermione managed to make it to her afternoon classes.

"Where have you been? We had to work with Neville in potions," Ron complained. Hermione just shrugged. She was wearing her jumper, making sure the sleeves were long enough to cover the cut on her wrist.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"I'm fine. What did I miss in potions? Anything important?"

"No, not really. There was this really complicated formula Snape put on the board..."

"And neither of you two copied down?" Ron and Harry shook their heads. Hermione sighed, she didn't even know why she cared about her schoolwork...it wasn't as if it would matter once the war started. Tears stung her eyes. How could she have been so blind to think any of this mattered.

"Excuse me," she whispered standing and nearly running from the classroom. She couldn't do this, not anymore. Not now...They're words echoed in her head, the filthy things they'd said as they'd hurt her.

She knew where she wanted to go, but had no idea how to get there. Knew who she wanted to see, but where was he? She nearly tripped over a moving staircase and fell against someone.

"Watch where you're going?"

"I'm sorry," Hermione sobbed. The girl she'd hit grabbed her arm and pulled her so they were facing each other.

"Granger, right?"

"Yes."

"I shouldn't be doing this, but I know where he is. He's in the common room right now. Can I leave you alone for a minute? You won't do anything stupid?" The girl nodded to Hermione's exposed wrist. Slowly Hermione nodded.

"Good. The practice room on the third floor is empty this hour. Go there and wait, I'll send him to you. No, I'm not going to prank you or anything so juvenile. Go." Hermione nodded making her way to the classroom the girl had told her. She sank into one of the chairs and slowly started drying her eyes.