A/N: dat was definatly a really tuff chap 2 rite… really heavy stuff… n it dusnt get much better from there, at least for a whiel. is ther lite at da end of da tunnel? read on 2 find out. also I am SICK N TIRED of these reviews. if u don't lyk it, DON'T READ IT. end of stori. yeh I get it, so mayb mi fanfic isnt the best eva. but cut me sum slak n remember this is a fanFICTION. meaning wat I say, goes. just deal with it n stop bein losers. ok, im done ranting on wif the stori…

"praising our leaders, getting in tune"

Chapter 11

Forgive me for I have sinned

When Hermione woke up, she panicked for a moment. Where was she? There were some misty looking faces surrounding her. They finally came into focus…

From left, it was Lauren, Tara, Fiona, Nat Steph, Madam Pomfry, Professor MacGonagall and Professor Dumbledore. All Hermione's friends whooped with joy as soon as her eyes opened. MacGonagall breathed a smile of relief. Dumbledore beamed. Madam Pomfry, looked a bit grim though.

"Hermione!" shouted Ron, who leaned over and hugged her. Harry followed soot. Madam Pomfry scolded them both and shoed them out of the way. She looked Hermione in the eye. "Miss Granger, you have some explaining to do."

"Uhh… what about?" Hermione said shakily.

"About your little accident," said Madam Pomfry. "You have broken two ribs, smashed your knee, torn some ligaments in your knee, broken your left arm and been unconscious for 3 days." She paused to let it sink in for Hermione

"W-What?" said Hermione in disbelief.

Madam Pomfry sighed, and exchanged looks with MacGonalal. "Don't make me repeat it. Just tell me what happened."

"Well…" Hermione had to think. She couldn't get Draco in trouble by admitting he had done this too her. "I was in the prefects bathroom, having a bath, and… uhh…"

"Yes, we got that far" said Madam Pomfry impatiently.

"I… uh… I was fooling around with my wand." Hermione cringed. It was the first thing that came to her head. Professor MacGonagall recoiled. Madam Pomfrey tutted. Professor Dumbledore chuckled, looking rather amused. Lauren and Tara giggled and whispered something to one another.

Hermione ignored them and continued. "I was fooling around with my wand, and I accidentally did Wingardium Leviosa. So I was levitating, and I tried to get down, but then I fell onto the tiles, and… I guess that's what happened."

Madam Pomfry shook her head and sighed for, like, the 50th time. "Well at least since you had a concussion it gave time for the Skele-Gro to fix all your broken bones without you sufferering any pain. You should be able to go to your last class for today."

"Okay," said Hermione. "What is it?"

"Potions," said Lauren. Hermione gasped in horror.

xXx

For Potions class, Hermione had not had time to plan her outfit properly. She had to run back to the common room to get changed out of her hospital gown. So she quickly put on a blue Delia's t-shirt, American Eagle skinny jeans and cherry Keds. She pulled back her messy hair into a quick bun with a black spotted headband.

Hermione also didn't have any time to apply much make up so she only put on some Rimmel concealer on the dark circles under her eyes, a coat of Loreal Telescopic Mascara and her 2nd fav lipgloss, Maybelline Shiny licious lipgloss in Cola Float.

She ran all the way down to the Dungeons and almost tripped down the stairs. As soon as she reached the classroom she saw Draco sitting at his desk, leaning on his hand and staring sullenly off into the distance. She dashed towards him.

"Please, please forgive me!" said Hermione, the tears starting to fall as soon as he turned to her. He looked at her briefly, but then started to avoid her eyes. She couldn't help but feel he was ashamed of using the Crucatus curse on her, but Hermione couldn't really tell. Perhaps he just couldn't even look at her after she betrayed him.

"No." Draco said coldly, still not looking her in the eye. He opened his Potions notebook and dipped his quill in the ink, starting to write the date, ignoring her pleading looks.

Hermione sobbed, tears running down her face and smudging her mascara. "Please! I swear to God! I don't ever want to hurt you again!"

Draco swallowed hard, looking at the bruises on her arms, neck and face from the fall. "Neither do I." He turned back to his work and started to doodle on his notebook. Hermione began to weep quietly. One of her tears fell onto Draco's page.

Suddenly, Snape stormed into the classroom. He saw Hermione crying onto Draco's desk, and Draco turning away. "What is the meaning of this!" he shouted. "Hermione Granger, I have had quite enough of your emotional issues! Out of my class at once! Go to the counselor, or something, just do not disrupt my class again!"

xXx

Classes had long since finished for the day and the students had arrived at Hogsmead. Hermione was sitting alone at her usual table at the 3 Broomsticks. She had drunk 3 mugs of Butterbeer and was beginning to feel very lightheaded.

There was a Bachelorettes Auction on that night and she would DEFINTELY not take part (well on any other day she might have but she was 2 depressed). But she could see Draco watching all the girls pole dancing up on stage… especially the girl with long, curly black hair who was dressed in a skimpy red halter top and black leather skirt. Pansy Parkinson. Hermione couldn't help it – the tears began to slither down her face again.

Hermione kept a close eye on Draco as he watched Pansy. Pansy moved her hips and spread her legs apart. He watched her long hands press down her heaving chest.

She felt a sudden stab of despair when Draco got up and walked towards the bidding table. She could just make out Draco saying, "500 galleons on the Number 15."

The man at the table nodded, and said into the microphone "And that's 500 for number 15!"

Draco turned to watch the stage again as Pansy walked up to a pole and twirled gracefully around it. He groaned loudly, and Hermione sobbed inwardly. A few people were beginning to stare as she ordered her 4th butterbeer with tears streaming down her face. Draco still watched Pansy as she wrapped her long legs around the steel pole and arched backwards.

Hermione could hear Draco's groans, even though she was at the back of the room. Pansy grabbed a bottle of fire whisky from the bartender, opened the bottle and emptied the entire contents over her head. That slut, thought Hermione bitterly as Draco gaped. He watched Pansy carefully as the small clear droplets ran in a small stream down her neck and then separated into many smaller paths. The song ended. Hermione's stomach dropped.

"AND FOR NUMBER 15," announced the man, "WE HAVE DRACO MALFOY!"

Hermione closed her eyes and clenched her hands in fists. How can he do this to me? she thought. She downed the last of her Butterbeer and decided to move onto something stronger. She ordered a Firewhisky when she noticed Draco's eyes filling with lust as Pansy walked down the long flight of stairs, her hips swaying.

Batting her eyelashes, Pansy reached him and wrapped her hands around his neck. Roughly, she pushed him until his back was against the opposite wall.

Hermione turned away, now sobbing loudly. Many people turned to stare. She looked back to see Draco and Pansy walking up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Hermione finished her Firewhisky… and moments later, everything started to sway. She felt something rising up her throat and pulled back her hair from her face in anticipation. She leant over on the left side of her chair and began to throw up onto the floor. When she had finished, Hermione moved upright. But she could no longer support herself. She crumpled forward onto the table. She could hear the people around her screaming, and for a moment she thought she felt a hand on her back, shaking her. But she could see nothing but black.

And the last thing she thought of before she passed out: Draco.

A/N: Another tough chapter to right. Will Draco break it off with pansy? will Hermione be okay? all these questions and more will be answered in the next few chapters. n say it with meh now… R-E-V-I-E-W! AND BE NICE!!!!!!!!