Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten the picture quite yet, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER or the characters in it. The only thing I own in this story is the PLOT.
A/N: Thankies to all my lovely reviewers! Here's the chapter you've all been waiting for...maybe...
I looked at Draco, the tears suddenly stopping. "Wh-What?" I stuttered.
"Who?" he repeated.
"I-I can't tell you," I said quietly.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because, you'll kill him. I can't let him die because of me," I replied. "He may be a perverted freak, but it's not his fault!"
"Then whose fault is it, Hermione? Yours?" he asked me sarcastically.
"Yes," I told him simply. "If I had just done what he had wanted, I would have been fine. But I wouldn't. So it's my fault," I told him.
"Hermione, it's not your fault. He's just a sick, little freak, who likes to hurt women into doing what he wants," Draco told me.
This made me smile. I leaned in. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did, but I still did.
I pressed my lips to his. It took him a minute, but he pressed back.
I pulled away, appalled at what I had done.
"I'm so sorry," he was saying. But I wasn't listening.
A suppressed memory had resurfaced.
"Come on Hermione," my mother was talking. "We're going to Uncle Jason's house."
I stood up. I was thirteen years old and felt happy. I followed my mother out the door and into the car. She was dropping me off at my uncle's house while she went to the movies with her new boyfriend, Alex.
The drive was a long one. My uncle lived in an isolated house in the country. I loved that house. It was three stories high with about fifty rooms on each floor. I loved exploring that house.
Once we got there, my mom slowed the car to a stop. I stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me. I walked up and rang the doorbell as my mom pulled out of the driveway. She was gone by the time Jason answered the door.
Hello, Hermione," he greeted with a smile."Go up to your room and you can get changed."
As I went upstairs to the second floor, I wondered what beautiful outfit Jason had bought me this time. Jason always had a new outfit for me when I came over.
I opened the door to the room Jason had given me and walked over to the huge, pink, canopy bed.
Laying on the bedspread was a light blue denim mini skirt and a white blouse. I walked over to the door, closed it and locked it, then changed into the outfit. As I was buttoning the last button, Jason knocked on the door. I buttoned it, the unlocked and opened the door.
"You look stunning," he complemented, eyeing my outfit.
"Thank-you!" I exclaimed happily, hugging him.
"Now, why don't you go lay down?" he suggested, closing the door behind him as he walked in. He locked the door and approached me.
I didn't know it at the time, but Jason was a wizard. He put a Silencing Charm on the entire room.
"Why would I lay down?" I asked him.
"Because, you look awfully tired," he told me, still getting closer.
Fear gripped me and I did as I was told.
"Excellent," he said quietly. He took off his shirt and climbed in beside me.
"I took off mine, now why don't you take off yours?" he whispered in my ear evilly. Again, I did as I was told. Soon, we were both naked and he was on top of me. I kept telling him no, but that didn't stop him. After a good half an hour, I was still thirteen years old, but no longer a virgin.
Tears flowed down my white cheeks as Draco sat there in shock. He was stroking my hair, but he didn't know or understand why I had just started crying like that.
"What's wrong Hermione?" he sounded worried.
"Jason! It's all Jason's fault! I told Him what Jason did to me, and he took advantage of me!" I cried hysterically.
"Told who? And who's Jason?" Draco looked at me with so much concern, I decided to tell him the truth about Jason.
As I relived the memory once more for Draco's understanding, tears stained my ghostly white face.
"Oh my God," Draco whispered. He could tell how upset I was.
"Now whose this Him you won't tell me about?"
"Draco, you have to swear you won't do anything stupid," I told him in between sobs.
"I'm not going to do anything stupid. I'm just going to make Him understand how stupid He was."
"It-It-It was Ron," I whispered.