Hermione POV

When I woke up on Saturday, nothing seemed to 'click'. The main thing that didn't click was the whole 'how did I get here' idea. Which wasn't usually something I asked myself when I got up in the morning. As I sat up, I noticed a pounding in my head. I ground out a long sigh, before I flopped back down on my pillow.

'Concentrate, Hermione,' I told myself as I closed my eyes. 'What happened last night...'

-FLASHBACK-

I headed back to my room a little later than I wanted to. Even though it wouldn't take long to get ready for my date, I figured I should at least put in some effort. I hurriedly changed out of my school uniform to put on a dress suitable for a date. It wasn't anything special. A boring, run of the mill 1940's dress. Knee-length, and dark blue.

By the time I had finished with my hair and had applied a small amount of blush and eye shadow, there was a knock that resounded through the dormitory. I grabbed my cloak and met Fedele Zambini at the door with a smile.

"Hermione, cara, you look wonderful," he said with a kiss on my knuckles. "Shall we?"

I followed him through the castle and out the front doors. We chatted amicably on the way down, discussing our first couple weeks at school. I found out that he was taking Divination by choice and that his mother was making him take Muggle Studies. Which he didn't seem too pleased about…

"How is this?" he asked as he indicated to the clearing in front of us that was just on the edge of the lake.

"This is perfect," I said while taking in the moonlight playing on the ripples in the water.

He laid out a blanket for us. I sat down first and he was soon to follow directly next to me. Memories from my first few days at the castle flooded me. This was the same spot Tom saved my life. When I closed my eyes, I could see he worried blue eyes...and I could feel his chest against my back. But, I wasn't thinking about that right now. I was on a date with Fedele Zambini. A kind, sweet Italian boy, who brought me to a wonderful moonlight picnic. Right. Yes. Zambini.

I felt Fedele brush some stray hair off my neck to get my attention. I blushed and sat up straighter.

"So, uh, any plans after graduation?" I asked casually.

Fedele only smiled while he reached into his bag, "Butterbeer, Hermione?"

I nodded vigorously. Anything to make me less awkward. I heard him pop the tops and he handed me one. When the sweet, bubbly contents hit my mouth, I relaxed almost instantly.

"Ahh," I sighed in contentment as I layed down to look at the stars. He laid back next to me and lazily drew circles on my hand. I noticed he wasn't looking at the stars with me, but staring intently at the side of my head. I let my eyes close to take in the calm of the moment. Even though I wasn't particularly fond of him touching my hand, I was too content to care.

I could almost pretend I was in a different place, at a different time, with a different person. In a new world, where Tom wasn't the bad guy. And his hand was resting gently on my stomach while the other held my jaw as he kissed my neck. I sighed. If only that could be true, if only it really were his hand sliding over my dress to touch my breast. And his warm breath on my ear. His warm hand that slid up my thigh.

'For a dream this seems awfully real…" I thought dazedly as I tried to open my eyes.

My dream came crashing down around me as I could barely make out Zambini's form straddling me. My 'no' came out as a soft whisper. I could barely move my limbs to force him off of me. My body betrayed my desire to push him away, as my mind was reeling and scared, it seemed to crave the contact of another human.

I tried with all that I had to raise my voice to a firm, louder, "No!" I managed to shove him off to the side and barely got to my feet before I fell down to my knees.

"No…" I whimpered helplessly into my lap. "Please."

I felt Zambini bend down behind me to pick my up by my armpits.

"Come on now, Hermione," he dragged me, "you were enjoying that."

I couldn't speak this time so I just shook my head back and forth as hard as I could. He was now undoing the buttons on the front of my dress.

"Mmnnagghh," i screamed, but his hand quickly muffled the noise.

"Now, now, Hermione. This is completely harmless. We're just two teenagers fooling around by the lake. You want this. I know you do."

What had happened? He was so kind. We were just laying there and now I could hardly talk, and my body felt heavy and warm. I tried to scream one more time as tears ran down my cheeks. This was it. I was going to be molested by the lake by some boy...who...who poisoned me!

"Hey!" I heard a deep voice yell from somewhere off in the distance, "What do you think you're doing?"

I felt Zambini jump off of me and scoot back several feet.

"Nothing, sir. We-we were just sitting by the lake…" Zambini said in a small voice.

I was able to crank my neck to look behind me. Professor Berrati stood a couple feet away with his wand held out in front of him with a bright Lumos. He looked down at me. I guess he noticed my buttons undone and my tear stained face, because his face was set in an angry glare.

"Zambini. Get your arse up to the Headmaster's office. I will be there in twenty minutes. If you are not there, I will come find you." He said in a low tone.

"I wasn't...doing...anything, sir. I swear!" He stuttered.

"To. The. School. Now." He left no room for argument. "Hermione, are you okay? Can you hear me?" Berrati was crouched down next to me, I managed to nod my head. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position. Where his hand was touching me was on fire. He was looking at me in concern as he managed to pull me into a standing position. My body felt stronger now. It was tingling all over. I leaned into him, my forehead pressing into his chin.

It was like my body was ice, and anywhere I touched him, would turn to fire. It took all the effort I had to not moan in contact. The rational side of my brain, what little rationality I had left that is, was urging me to keep my body in check. I let him steer me toward the castle. I took one slow step at a time. Concentrated purely on not pressing my body into his. I could feel his big, firm hand pressed into the center of my back. I could feel each pad of his fingers. Each one sending currents of electricity into my body.

'A little bit longer, Hermione...then you can lock yourself in your room,' I pleaded with myself desperately. I was losing all resolve. I could hardly see straight from this...desire running through my blood.

We stopped abruptly as Professor Berrati yelled out a name, "Tom!"

I looked up to see a blurry Tom rounding the main staircase.

"What happened?" He asked with a harshness to his voice.

"I need you to take the Head Girl back to her room. I found her like this by the lake with another student. I think she's been bewitched or given some sort of potion. Please take her, and I will come back and check on you in an hour or so…"

-End Flashback-

I couldn't believe it. Zambini had slipped something in my drink. But what had happened after that? Was Zambini in trouble? Did Professor Berrati figure out what happened? I stood up and stretched, my head still pounding. I made my way to my desk to take a Pain Reliever Potion, delighted in it's almost immediate results.

I walked to the bathroom door, wanting to wash all remnants of Zambini's hands off my body. He was definitely going to pay. I was going to kill him. Or something close to. Almost as soon as I opened the door to the bathroom, Tom had opened his. He stopped abruptly and stared at me. There was a strange look in his eyes. Soft, yet hard. Inquisitive, yet passive.

"What?" I asked, "Is my hair a mess?"

Tom just shook his head and backed slowly out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

'Well that was strange…'

Tom's POV

Berrati handed the stumbling girl over to me. What the fuck had Zambini done? I knew I couldn't trust that weasel. He was a bumbling idiot, that thought he deserved the world. We would have to see if he will still think the same way after my wand pays him a visit.

"Hermione?" I asked tentatively. Her face was scrunched up in and unreadable way. Her hand was trembling as she placed it on my arm. I started to walk slowly back to our dorm.

"What happened?" I tried again.

She let out a small mumble and I tightened my hold on her arm.

"Well, we will be there in a minute. And you can sit and tell me what happened."

I had barely made it three steps more when she stopped me with a hand on my chest. I looked down at her in confusion. Her eyes were heavily lidded and her voice came out in a soft, husky whisper, "Tom."

I took a deep breath as her other hand landed on my chest as well. She began to run her hands agonizingly slow down to my belt.

"Hermione…" I barely got out before she pushed me roughly against the wall. I was too shocked to do anything. Had I secretly been dreaming about this for the past couple weeks? I couldn't seem to think at all as she lowered her mouth to my neck, placing hot kisses up to my jaw line.

"Kiss me," she said roughly.

I had no choice as she crashed my head down to meet hers in a passionate embrace. She moaned and jumped into my arms, making me stumble forward a couple paces. A part of me knew this wasn't right, that I shouldn't be kissing her back or wrapping an arm around her waist or sliding my hand up her thigh and on to her backside. But the other part of me, the teenage boy part, couldn't seem to pull myself away. Her soft lips and heavy, breathy pants were almost too much to take.

This wasn't the Hermione I knew though. The Hermione I knew was passionate, yes, but this one was fueled by some unknown desire. This wasn't right. I ran my tongue across hers one last time before I forcefully pulled away. I shoved her off of me, and onto the ground. It didn't seem to deter her though as she stood right back up and stalked toward me. This was my last resort. I had to do it. I pulled my wand.

"Hermione!" I shouted. "Stop or I have to curse you…Hermione!"

I could do nothing else as I silently stunned her.

I shook my head as I stared down at her body. What the fuck did Zambini do?

I managed to carry her body the rest of the way to the dorm. I laid her down on her bed and covered her up. I couldn't bring myself to feel guilty for kissing her. It's what I wanted. Or at least it's what I thought I wanted. And I usually got what I wanted.

I decided to go to the library to look through a couple books that would make a person act the way Hermione did. I had a feeling the answer would probably be in a book about love potions.

The next morning when I saw her in the bathroom, I stopped and waited for her to yell at me. She was sure to yell. That's what Hermione did. She yelled. When nothing came but a quizzical look and a question about her hair, I had to assume she had no recollection of her actions. I was at a loss, was I supposed to casually bring her sexual harrassment up...or was I supposed to keep it a secret? Instead of saying anything, I backed out of the room.

I did a quick Scourgify over my body and went to the Slytherin common room to get Abraxis. We had some business to take care of, in the form of Fedele Zambini.

After I had gotten through telling Malfoy about the previous night, we made it our mission to find Zambini and get some answers. Our luck picked up as we caught him sulking through the owlery door right after lunch.

Malfoy took the steps two at a time to meet him halfway.

"Oi! Zambini!" He looked up just in time to have Malfoy's fist collide with his nose. I actually let out a small laugh at the scandalized look on Zambini's face.

"What the hell?" He screamed as he regained his balance.

"That was for Hermione," I said as I came up behind Abraxis. "And this…" I punched him in the gut, "is for Hermione, too." I took pleasure in the way he crumpled in a ball on the stairs.

"Now, do you want to tell us what happened? Or are we going to have to force it out of you?" Abraxis growled in a menacing tone as he leaned above him.

Zambini shook his head and scooted away from us. "It was a simple Lust Potion! Hardly a couple drops! Nothing bad was going to happen! It merely just fuels a person's attraction. I was just helping her along...if I had known she was going to react so badly to the bloody potion I would have gone a different route!"

I grabbed Malfoy's shoulder as he went to pummel the boy again.

"Let this be a warning to you, Zambini. If I ever, ever, see you around Hermione again, I will personally make sure you never walk again. Are we understood?" I let my voice drop an octave as the threat hung in the air.

It was taking all that I had to not use the Cruciatus curse on him. Hermione was mine! What made him think he could touch her in any way?

"Yes," he said after a while. "You won't have to worry about me anyway. I've been suspended until the end of November."

I couldn't hide my smirk. "Good."

Hermione's POV

I let the calming waters of the bath soothe me into an almost sleep-like lull.

I believe I was somewhere in-between awake and asleep when images started flashing back to me.

Tom and me.

Me and Tom.

Me shoving him into a wall.

Snogging him senseless.

The raw attraction that was strumming through my body.

The ache in my abdomen at his touch. That I could still almost feel.

His hands on my body.

His arms wrapped around me.

I was definitely awake now.

'Oh my god…' I slowly sunk into the bath, letting out a scream while I was under water. 'What have I done?'