It had been months since the ordeal in The Burrow's bathroom between Hermione,Fred, and George. Nothing like that had happened for the whole school year and Hermione had hoped that it would stay that way.

Her hopes of course never came true. For right now, she was shoved up against a stone wall, in Hogwarts, by non other than George Weasley.

"What do you want?" She asked. She wasn't daft, she knew what he wanted.

He chuckled. "Hermione, I've known you long enough to know that you are not an idiot. You know exactly what I want." He pressed his firm, muscular body closer to hers.

"Where's Fred?" She asked, while he nuzzled her neck.

"Fred is in our room working on our newest product." She tried to shove him off, but he slammed her to the wall. "Remember what Fred said? Do what I say."

"You don't own me!" She snapped, glaring at him.

He chuckled darkly. "Your right, I don't own you. We own you." He looked over her body and continued, "You belong to us." He slammed her against the wall again for emphasice. She yelped when her head collided with the wall with a sickening 'crack'.

"What's going on here?"

George whipped around to see a scowling Malfoy.

"Just talking to Granger here. Not that it's any of your business." George growled, obviously mad that he was interupted.

"Looked like a bit more than 'talking' to me." Malfoy exclaimed, looking at Hermione holding her head.

George leant down and whispered in her ear, "Remember, we're watching you." He turned and scowled at Malfoy before briskly walking away.

Hermione looked up when a hand was on her shoulder. Malfoy looked... concerned?

"Is your head okay?" He asked, tenderly laying a hand on her head. He lifted it up and saw blood dripping down onto the stone floor beneath them. "Go to the Hospital Wing, you might have a concussion."

And with that, he was gone.

Confused, she obliged and went to the Hospital Wing.

"Dear, you seem to be fine. Though I do believe you should stay here tonight just to be sure." Madam Pomfrey said, looking at the young girl in front of her, concerned.

"Are you sure? I just have a little headache-"

"Oh posh, dear! You need to rest. Just lie down and for heavens sake get some sleep, you look exhausted!" She said with a firm yet soft voice.

Hermione sighed and layed down while she watched Madam Pomfrey walk into her office and shut the door. Hermione thought back to the events that led her to the Hospital Wing in the first place.

"Remember, we're watching you." George had said.

She shuddered at those words. She was deffinetly in danger. What the bloody fuck was she gonna do now? And what about Malfoy? Why was he being so nice to her?

Confused, she drifted off to a restless sleep, not ready for what would happen soon.

Short, I know. Sorry, but anyway. Like? Hate? Reveiw bitches!

~Rachel~