Harry Potter Belongs to J.K Rowling.

It was a stormy Sunday evening at The Burrow and Hermione had found herself seated at the Weasley's dinner table staring at her plate of food.

Mrs. Weasley had made a lovely Roast Beef dinner but Hermione couldn't eat any of it. She was feeling nauseous and

She didn't take notice to the looks she was receiving from her friends until she heard her name being called. She looked up from her food at the person calling her.

"Hermione dear," started Mrs. Weasley worriedly, "Please you must eat something."

Hermione sighed and tried taking a few bites of her food. Mrs. Weasley nodded in approval after seeing Hermione eat a reasonable amount of food from her plate and went back to her own food.

Suddenly, she abruptly stood up, bumping the table in the process. With hand covering her mouth, she ran to the nearest bathroom, kneeled by the toilet bowl, and promptly threw up in the toilet.

Tears began to burn her eyes and her throat felt raw from the acidity of the bile. This had been happening for the past two weeks, which is why she'd been eating so little.

She could barely keep any food down these past few days and she had reason to suspect that it was more than the flu or a fever.

She knew what was wrong with her but she didn't want to face the truth, she did not want to think about what happened to her a few weeks prior to this day, she didn't want to think about him or how it happened.

She simply wanted to act as though nothing happened to her those woods and move on with her life.

When Hermione felt as though her stomach had stopped churning, she flushed the toilet and clumsily stood up. Gripping the sink Hermione looked at herself in the mirror.

She knew that she looked terrible. Her hair, which was usually shiny and bouncy soft brown curls and reached a little below her neck, was now a messy, dull, curly disaster.

Around her eyes were dark from lack of sleep within the past few weeks and she looked as though she'd lost a few pounds.

Sighing, Hermione turned on the faucet and began to rid her mouth of the sour taste of her bile.

When she was finished she gave herself one more glance in the mirror and opened the bathroom door only to see Ginny Weasley standing against the opposite wall with crossed arms staring at her pointedly.

Hermione tried to walk past her back to the dining room but Ginny wouldn't have it. Ginny pushed Hermione back into the bathroom, closed the door, locked it and placed a wandless "silencio" over the bathroom.

Both girls stood quietly staring at each other until Ginny spoke up.

"That was some mess you made back at the table. Mom sent me up here to see if you were okay."

Hermione shrugged and nodded.

"Thanks for checking on me but I'm fine honestly," she tried to convince her.

"What is going on with you Mione?" Ginny asked her curiously, unconvinced. Hermione refused to tell Ginny anything and simply shook her head and turned her head away from her friends questioning gaze and facing her own reflection in the mirror.

She couldn't tell Ginny, she couldn't bear to say those words out loud because if she said them out loud it would mean what happened was real and she wasn't quite ready to face the reality of it all.

A loud bang on the bathroom wall knocked Hermione out of her reverie and she jumped in shock from the sound.

The red head girl was fuming with bubbling anger from being ignored.

"Hermione Jean Granger, this has been going on for far too long. Stop it!" Ginny shouted angrily, "Ever since the war has been over you've been acting as though you are the only person that has been hurt or traumatized. Everyone lost something or someone in this war Hermione. Not you alone."

Ginny was becoming more and more frustrated with Hermione by the second.

Hermione felt her eyes begin to burn with tears at the truth in Ginny's words.

She understood where Ginny was coming from and felt like a horrible person distancing herself from reality, because distancing herself from reality meant that she had distanced herself from the people she loved the most, her family.

The female Weasley's anger slowly diminished as she saw her friend begin to break down, "Mione, just tell me what has been going on with you. I just want to help is all?"

Hermione felt her self being pulled into a hug and she gripped onto Ginny for all she was worth and began to cry the hardest she had ever cried since she was a little girl.

It felt good to be hugged by someone who only wanted to comfort you.

Neither Ron nor Harry would touch her as much anymore after what happened and Hermione felt as lonely as ever. She could taste the salt of her tears as she practically bawled into Ginny's ear.

This was the first time since it happened that Hermione actually cried.

Tears were a good thing she supposed, it meant that a person was beginning to heal emotionally and would start to move on from an emotionally draining event in their life. She supposed that was exactly what she was doing. She was beginning the emotional healing process.

After about 10 minutes and when Hermione was able to speak clearly without hiccupping, she looked at Ginny's patient but expectant face and took a deep breath.

"I was raped." The statement was blunt but it meant . Ginny, who couldn't believe what she had just heard, began to sputter questions.

"What?! But, how could this have happened? When? Where was Harry and Ron?" Ginny began to pace the bathroom floor.

Hermione walked over to the only window in the bathroom to look out at the rolling, gray sky. "It happened in the Forest of Dean. It was late at night and Harry was asleep in the tent. Ron had left Harry and I alone at the time and I couldn't sleep because I was so worried about him, so I went for a walk to think."

Hermione paused her story closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "He was a snatcher" she mentioned briefly.

'Scabior,' Hermione thought. That was what the other snatchers called him when she and the boys had gotten caught together a couple of days after her rape.

She could remember how the group of Snatchers had been waiting for her and her friends at their camp. How she had felt her heart beat speed up in anger and slight fear from seeing him. How he, to Hermione's surprise, didn't make any moves to fuck her but only to hold onto and sniff her.

She could remember Harry, Ron, and herself lying to the snatchers about their true identities only to be caught lying. Then Harry's lightning bolt scar had given them all away and they were brought to Malfoy Manor. Hermione didn't even want to think about what happened at Malfoy manor.

Ginny stopped pacing by now and stared at Hermione with sadness.

Hermione continued after a moment. "I fought him I swear I did but there wasn't much I could do I was practically defenseless and he was much stronger than I was. He took off my clothes and the next thing I knew was him—," Hermione choked with tears.

"Mione, you really don't have to finish the story, it's okay," Ginny softly reassured, but Hermione didn't hear her for she was too lost in the memory and her feelings.

"He just took it and I could feel pain and then all I could feel, hear, smell, and see was him. He fucked me as though I was some common Knockturn Alley whore and I just- I felt so used and so dirty afterward."

Hermione sniffed and looked at Ginny to see she was crying. "After he finished, he thanked me for giving him a good fuck and left me in the forest.

She shrugged, "I don't remember much after he left, other than the fact that I had a panic attack and fainted. Harry said he found me unconcious and naked with blood and the snatchers cum on my thighs. "

Ginny stiffly nodded and grimaced at the image her friend had left in her mind. She began to put everything together in her head and suddenly it clicked.

Her eyes widened as she looked at Hermione in disbelief and shock. "You were throwing up in here earlier?" she asked.

Ginny didn't want to ask the question but she was too curious, "Hermione, surely you aren't pregnant? Are you?"

Hermione turned a view back to the impending storm outside and curtly nodded. Ginny inhaled sharply with wide eyes.

"Yeah Gin," Hermione stared at the dark rain clouds and spoke softly, "I think I am."