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Author's note: Here's chapter thirteen and let me just say, "wowzers, it's chapter 13!" So, yeah, people, this story has 30 alerts that it sends out so how do I end up with only 9 reviews? Please review. I thrive off of reviews and love your feedback. I'll love you forever if you review and everyone needs a little love!

Previously: (Remember, this is between Blaise and Ginny) "Not now. She'll just yell at us to leave her alone. Let's just keep an eye on her."

"Yeah."

Chapter Thirteen

"Hermione, who are you going to the dance with?" Ginny interrogated Hermione. It was the evening of the dance and all of the female prefects had gathered into Hermione's room to prepare.

"No one. I'll dance with whoever but not be attached."

"Hmmm… I like your idea. You should go with Draco, though."

"He didn't ask."

"But you would go with him?" Sienna, one of the Ravenclaw prefects, asked Hermione.

"Maybe."

"Go ask him."

"I may not be classic but no. What if he doesn't want to go with me? Come on, it's Draco Malfoy."

"Your point? He's head-over-heels for you!"

"Sure, just do my make-up, woman."

"Fine…" the girls all began to get ready but the gossip never died down.

Two hours later, all seventy-four kids who stayed behind were standing in front of the doors to the Great Hall. They swung open seconds later. Once everyone was in, their attention was turned to Dumbledore, who stood in the open doors.

"Students, you may have dinner at the time of your pleasing and you may dance the night away. We hope you'll be in your own common rooms by two a.m., but I'm sure we're wishful thinkers," he winked. "Goodnight." Music began to blare loudly after the doors shut. Everyone jumped to the dance floor. Hermione was in the midst of the group, surrounded by her friends.

Time went on, and couples commenced sitting and eating, all the dancing finally making them hungry. A slow song came on, causing Hermione to bite her lip. She edged off the dance floor only to be pulled back upon it.

"Think you can escape a slow dance?" It was Draco. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she settled hers on his shoulders. They started dancing.

"Uh, I didn't have a date and slow dances are usually for couples. I figured I'd sit this one out."

"Well, I don't have a date either. So, we might as well dance."

"Sure," she giggled as he twirled her. He pulled her back closer then she was before. She laid her head against his shoulder. For her, the song ended to quickly. Another fast song came on, initiated their parting. "I'm gonna go get a drink," she yelled over the music. He simply nodded. She headed towards the drinks but decided not too. Her legs led her out of the Great Hall doors and onto the Hogwart's grounds. Sliding her shoes off, she sauntered down to the sparkling lake that reflected the moon above. Soon, she felt a presence behind her.

"Think you can escape the dance altogether now?"

She smiled at Draco's voice. "Are you constantly watching my every move?" Jake flashed through her head. "That's creepy," her kidding tone had fallen flat and serious.

"No, I'm not constantly watching you… just sometimes, like every other boy in this school. At least I don't drool."

"Yeah, one up side," she laughed and leaned her body back into his as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her head rested on his shoulder, looking at the stars.

"Come back inside, it's cold." He started to pull on her.

"I'll be in there in a minute. Save me another dance."

He smiled and nodded, staring at her for a few seconds before coming closer to her. He was soon centimeters from her face, still studying her. Then, he kissed her slowly. "Hermione, will you go out with me?" he furrowed his brow as if it were a strange question.

"Yeah," she laughed lightly and gave him another kiss. "Okay, go inside lover boy. I'm not the one who will freeze." She pushed him on his way.

After ten minutes of absorbing the calm feeling that her current surroundings gave her, she trekked back to the school. She was passing a dark, unused corridor on her way back to the Great Hall (Author's note: Hmm… what do you think'll happen… "Dark, unused" Hmm…lol) when she was roughly pulled into it. Immediately, hands were searching her body and lips crashed onto hers. She felt her dress being unzipped. Her mind shut down and her body was suddenly numb. She had the sensation of being stone or unreal to reality. (lol.) Jake, who she presumed it was before her mind went blank, began tugging her dress up. He stuck his hand down her knickers and explored her body more than he ever had before. He pushed a finger inside of her and played around for a minute. Then, he laughed dryly and, she could've sworn, smirked sadistically before disappearing.

Hermione put her dress properly back onto her body and sat in the same spot for an hour or two. When she did get up, she ambled numbly back to the common room. She remained quiet and managed to sneak into the bathroom as all the other prefects discussed the dance and Draco sat, staring dejectedly into the fire. The water burned her skin yet she was still feeling so cold….

After scrubbing the dirtiness as away as she could make it go, she changed into pajama pants and a long sleeve shirt. She walked almost blindly into the common room. Draco looked up when she came out of her room.

"When did you get back? I've been waiting forever!" he was angry with her. She averted her gaze to the floor and anywhere else but him. Tears sat impatiently in her eyes and his yelling was about to send them over the edge. "Hermione?" A tear must have fallen because his voice was softer. She touched her cheek and fingered the wetness of the trail.

"Yeah?" her voice cracked. She felt weak. She attempted to walk calmly forward but ended up stumbling. She fell onto the couch, hugging her knees to her chest. As she cried, Draco pulled her onto his lap and held her. Tears saturated his shirt. He tried to ask her what's wrong a few times, but she only sat there, crying.

"Hermione… it's okay. Whatever happened, I promise, it's okay." It was about the fifth time he'd said that.

"Draco, it's not okay." She gazed up at him. "It's just… not."

"It will be, though."

"No, I'll always know."

"Tell me."

"I… can't. I mean, I…" she let her head fall. He lifted it up and kissed her.

"You can tell me anything."

"Kiss me again."

He furrowed his brow but leaned in. She moved slightly and kissed him back, deepening it quickly.

"Hermione-" he broke away from her.

"No, no words," she initiated another kiss. He gave in and switched their bodies so that she was lying on the couch, somehow without breaking the kiss. They made out for a long time. When they did pull apart, Hermione just looked into his eyes. His eyes were stormy, dancing. She smiled slightly.

"What?"

"Nothing… and thank you." She couldn't have told anyone why she had just made out with Draco after what had happened to her. He made her feel safe… protected.

Author's note: Okay, there it was. I hope you liked it. I know it was dark and maybe confusing. Just know that this story has a happy ending. Lol. At least they're going out now. Don't forget to review! No less than 10 before I update anything!

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Heather