AN - I own nothing! I'm just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!

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Chapter 11

"I'll just be nearby Miss Granger," Henry said as Hermione stepped out of her Mercedes Benz. They had just arrived at the Michaels home in the Hamptons.

The home, or rather, the estate was very grand compared to Hermione's vacation home across town. It was large, beach front property that even had its own dock for its private yacht. The place was eye catching on its own with its size and its modern design. Inside, there were quite a number of bedrooms, a game room, a media room, and more.

Hermione's home on the other hand was quite the opposite. It was quaint, more of a small cottage-like place, which was located in a less popular and crowded area. The three bedroom home was on the side of a fairly medium sized property. It had various gardens as Hermione loved to spend time with her flowers, beneath the sun, during those warm sunny days. A property such as the Michaels was something that she could easily afford, but she just wanted simplicity and peace. She was more than happy with it.

As she stepped into the front doors, Hermione was greeted with a foyer full of people, and loud dance music being played around the home. It was the usual party that Michael threw, and the guests were the other famous young residents in the Hamptons. She made her way through the groups of people, heading towards the direction of the bar.

"A strawberry margarita please, with extra tequila," Hermione told the bartender.

The bartender nodded, and quickly made her drink.

As Hermione started to drink her cocktail, she started to think about Severus for the millionth time that weekend. It was hard not to think about him, and he was always on her mind, and sadly, in her heart.

Not wanting to point fingers at who was exactly to blame, Hermione told herself that the both of them had their own faults. Severus a controlling prick, and he had tried to control her life. She on the other hand had allowed him into her heart, knowing that they would both end up nowhere, which was exactly where they both were.

Yes, she was in love with Severus Snape. It was a slight surprise to her when she knew her heart was breaking right after he walked out on her. That was when she knew she was in love with him. She didn't know when exactly she had fallen for him, but it had happened. It wasn't a realization that was too late to notice. She asked herself if he could actually love, or rather love her many times. She was leaning towards the answer that he wasn't capable of it.

"Hey Hermione!" Adam said cheerfully as he stood next to her, with a wide smile. "Another cold one," he said as he pushed the empty beer bottle onto the counter.

"Hey Adam," Hermione said with a slight smile.

"Where's Samuel?" he asked curiously.

"We're off now," she replied, and then took another gulp of her drink.

"Really?" Adam grinned behind his beer bottle before having himself a drink.

"Love sucks!" Hermione downed the rest of the margarita quickly, and then ordered another.

"Come up to my room with me," Adam said as he took her hand. He cocked his head towards the direction of the stairs. "There's something I want to show you."

"What happened to Julie?" Hermione asked as they started to walk.

"I think she's in Milan now doing a fashion shoot. Don't know, don't care. Like you said, love sucks."

"You?" Hermione scoffed as she turned to look at him. "In love? You are the biggest playboy in all of New York."

"Maybe I haven't found the right girl, or she's just been playing hard to get," Adam replied next to her ear.

"Maybe," Hermione replied as she sipped her drink. She couldn't be bothered to push Adam off as he held her close with a hand on her waist. She needed some close human contact, and coming from a friend, it felt good.

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"Well here we are," Adam said as he and Hermione walked through his bedroom door.

It wasn't Hermione's first time to enter his room. Maybe second or third, she just couldn't recall. And during those times she wasn't alone. "That's the pop art picture from the auction," she said as she pointed to the huge colorful art work that hung above his fireplace. It matched well with the red and black lining accents around the room. Very masculine, bachelor like in design.

"Mother wasn't too happy with the price tag of it when she found out," he chuckled. "I ended up spending the same amount of money the next day when I went to the BMW showroom, and bought the new M3."

"You and your cars." Hermione shook her head and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Hey, you got a few pricey cars as well," Adam argued back. "The Benz car and SUV."

"Both which are practical buys compared to what you buy. I use them both regularly, and I'm happy with them. You buy your cars left and right, when you get bored of the ones you have."

"New is always better." Adam then sat down next to Hermione when he noticed her look at her drink in silence as she set it on the nightstand. "You okay?"

"I'm hating myself at the moment," Hermione replied honestly.

"Samuel?"

She nodded. "I wish I could feel numb for a moment and forget.

Adam opened his nightstand drawer, and pulled a tiny object out. "This'll help you with that," he said as he showed it to her.

Hermione frowned at it, and noticed that it was a pill. "Uh… No thanks Adam. I'm really not into the drug scene."

"Come on Hermione, it'll help you, trust me," he urged, lifting the pill up.

"No!" Hermione pushed his hand away roughly and glared at him.

"Bitch!" Adam growled as he backhanded her on the cheek hard, making her lie back on the bed.

Hermione tried to sit up right away, but quickly found herself pinned beneath Adam. She tried to push and wrestle him off, but he was just too strong. Fear shook through her as she thought about what was to come.

"Drink it!" Adam tried to push the pill through her lips that remained tightly clamped as she kept on shaking her head left and right. He grabbed her throat and chocked her, so as to force her mouth open. He then shoved the pill down her throat and let her go.

Hermione coughed and chocked on the pill as she rolled to her side. She tried to gasp for air, as she placed her hand on her chest, hoping to gag the pill out. But no, it was too late and the pill had gone down her throat.

Adam stood from the bed and straightened himself out, as he looked down at her. "How dare you hit me!" he said as he pointed a finger to his chest. "I've been trying to go after you all these years. Me—Adam Michaels, the guy that can get any girl that he wants. You though," he shook his head, "you, I never got, and now I have you. Another rich, smart ass bitch, that doesn't know a catch when she has one. I always wanted you Hermione, you are the perfect woman. Rich, smart, not the prettiest, but, at least mom will approve of me marrying you.

"I will get you pregnant, and we will be forced to marry for the sake of image and pride. Soon after, I will be able to get my trust fund."

As Hermione was still trying to catch her breath, she couldn't believe her ears. She also felt the drug was quickly taking its affect on her body. Dizziness, disorientation, brightness of lights, and the echoing of sound was making her feel sick. All she could think about was that she had to fight for her life and get out of the room soon.

"There's no running away now," Adam said as he started to unbutton his pants. As soon as he got on top of Hermione, he was kneed hard in his balls. "Shit!" he gasped, clutching at his groin, watching Hermione get up from the bed. "You bitch!" he shouted at her just before she exited the room.

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Henry whistled to himself as he remained leaning back against the car. He had his coat on, with his hands in them, trying to keep warm in the cool night. He was the only chauffer in the area, as it was mostly sports cars parked with their owners, no doubt in the party.

He kept his eye on the door, and just simply waited for his boss to come out. He was never one to complain about working for Hermione. Though the pay was more than generous, she was nice, and never gave him a hard time like his previous employers. Even though he was her chauffer, he cared about her.

Just then, something caught his eye. He saw her stumbling out of the front door, catching herself on the pillar before she fell down. He ran to her immediately, thinking that she was drunk again.

"Henry…" Hermione said weakly and out of breath as he pulled her up to stand.

"Jesus Christ!" he swore when he saw her face. It was clearly swollen on one side, knowing that she was hit. She was also pale, her eyes seemed glazed, and her skin clammy. "Miss Granger!" he said as he caught her before she fell back to the floor.

"Adam… Drug…" Those were the two last words that escaped her lips before she had passed out.

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AN – I want to kill Adam! Evil cliffy, I know, but then you know me. Review!