Hey guys. Sorry for not updating, but my laptop had to be sent away for repairs.

Here's the chapter, as I said, it won't be easy for them to get out.

Harry Potter is still not mine

"Quick, into the wardrobe!" whispered Hermione hurriedly to Fred. "He'll murder us both if he finds you in here!"

"Hermione, what about you? If he beats you up again, he could kill you."

"I'll be fine. He won't go too far –how will he be able to have sex with me if he kills me? Anyway, if he finds out you're here, he'll kill us both, definitely. There's no time to argue, Fred, just get into the wardrobe. Please!" she added, looking beseechingly at him.

Fred nodded and hurried across the room, opened the wardrobe door and slipped in. Glancing around the room quickly, Hermione noticed the square of fabric from Fred's shirt. She quickly stuffed it down her top as Fred pulled the door closed behind him, leaving just a small gap for him to see through. Just then the door to the room opened and Malfoy walked in, his attention focused on Hermione.

"You're awake, I see. Have you come to your senses?" he questioned as he walked closer to the bed, stopping when his legs were just touching the frame.

Hermione did not deign to respond, just stared insolently up at him. Fred winced, anticipating Draco's reaction.

Taking a step closer, Malfoy reached round Hermione's neck and applied a light pressure. Fred's hands clenched into fists at the sight, but knew that he'd just put Hermione in greater danger if he announced his presence in the room.

"I'll ask again, Mudblood. Have you come to your senses?"

"I'll not sleep with you, if that's what you're asking, Malfoy."

For this flat out refusal Draco gave Hermione a slap across the cheek that sent her sprawling backwards on the bed. He took advantage of this and pinned her arms to the bed, above her head, clasping her wrists together. Kissing her full on the lips, he straddled her. Tossing her head to try to free her lips from his, Hermione deliberately brought her knee up and slammed it into Malfoy's groin. He doubled up, groaning in pain. Swiping her hand across her mouth, Hermione shoved him off the bed, and he hit the floor with an almighty thump.

Slowly he got to his knees, and looked up at Hermione, who was sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest; her arms wrapped tight around her calves. "Get out, Draco. I would never let someone like you touch my body."

Draco snorted. "Well, sweetheart, you may not have much say in the matter – after all, you're here, and there's no way you're going to leave. I will break you. No one's going to save you, not even your precious Fred."

Hermione winced as Fred's term of endearment fell from Draco's lips, but rallied and laughed at Draco's last sentence. "You don't know Fred at all, if you think that. Watch your back, Draco. He was placed in Gryffindor thirteen years ago for a reason."

Draco just sneered, and left the room, pausing on the threshold, to say "I'll be back in a couple of hours, just in case you change your mind.". As soon as the door shut behind him, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and shut her eyes, a couple of tears eking out. Fred was out of the wardrobe in an instant, gathering her up and cradling her to him. "It's alright, Hermione. It's alright."

"Oh, Fred. I was so scared. I was so scared that I wouldn't be able to get him to leave."

"Ssh, I wouldn't have let him hurt you. I was a coward though; I shouldn't have let him get that far."

"Fred, you did the right thing. Half the time I was in a position where he could easily point his wand at any part of my anatomy , and threaten to hurt me if you did anything. And would you have risked calling his bluff?"

"No. If that happened, I'd drop my wand without a second."

"Exactly, you would have done that, he'd have picked it up, and we'd both have been completely at his mercy. As it is, he has no idea that you're already here. We're at the advantage."

"I suppose, but we've still got to figure out a way to get you out of here, and ensure that Draco can't hurt you ever again. Personally, I'm all in favour of sneaking up behind him and going to Azkaban."

"Fred, do you remember what I told you earlier today? About going through legal methods being just as effective, with the added bonus of not being in any trouble yourself?"

"Yes, of course. Was that only this morning, it seems so long ago now."

Hermione nodded her agreement. It was strange to think that, just this morning, they'd fallen asleep on Fred's sofa together. "Well, anyway, please bear that in mind while we try to work out what to do."

"Will do."

"I don't think we can do anything today – by the time you get out of here without being seen, try to talk to whoever, it'll be too late to do anything, those in power will probably say. You know how the Ministry likes to keep right on time, and everyone goes home exactly on the dot, never doing any overtime. No, anyway, I'm in no real danger tonight, he's had his ego damaged, and will want to lick his wounds for a bit. I know he said that he'll be back in an hour or two," Hermione said, anticipating Fred's comment, "but the likelihood is that he won't. Remember, I was in a relationship with him for five months. Most of what he says is just for show. Anyway, if he does come back, I can handle him. Also, by waiting until tomorrow morning, it means that we have slightly more time to prepare ourselves."

"But..." Fred interjected. He wanted to get Hermione out of there as quickly as possible.

"Look, you turn up at the Ministry saying that Malfoy is trying to rape me and basically holding me prisoner, they'll dither. If you go now, then they'll dither and then decide it's too late to do anything. They'd wait until the morning anyway."

"But, Kingsley's Minister for Magic."

"Yes, but he has to follow protocol. Just because we were once in the Order together, and fought Voldemort, doesn't mean he should bend the law. He has to go through the correct proceedings. Just go tomorrow, Fred. Take tonight to get everything sorted in your head, ensure you can remember everything, they'll test your memories."

"Why can't I take you with me when I leave tonight?"

"Because, on the off chance that Malfoy does decide to come back, he'll realise something's wrong and disappear before the Ministry get hold of him. If we wait until tomorrow, then he'll go off to work thinking nothing's wrong, and then they can apprehend him at work. It'll be much easier for the Aurors. Less effort, and Malfoy is less likely to put up a fight, complete with Dark Hexes, if it's in front of his colleagues. Fred, I'll be fine. In the meantime, please, just stay here, with me, as long as possible. Please, Fred."

"Of course, sweetheart."

They both reclined back on the bed, Hermione's head resting on Fred's chest as he absent-mindedly stroked her hair. Slowly Hermione drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that Fred was there, and wasn't going to let anything hurt her. After ensuring that Hermione was asleep, Fred slowly got up, off the bed, and, using magic, pulled the blanket from underneath her. Tucking it round her small body, Fred leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "It'll be alright, sweetheart, I promise. I love you, so much," he whispered to her sleeping form as he slowly crept out of the room, glancing up and down the corridor just in case anyone was coming his way, and left Malfoy Manor, and a sleeping Hermione, behind. But only temporarily, he promised himself.

Please don't hate me! I'm sure some of you will think she should have just gone with Fred, but I do believe that Malfoy would have just vanished, and come back later. Fred agrees with you, but I think he's known Hermione long enough to know that she's usually right.