I really do appreciate all of the reviews so far, so thank you.

This part may have to be rated M rather than T... actually, is T age 13+ or 16+? you know what, it doesnt matter, i read a book with the same situations in my English class in 8th grade. and even so, its not like M rated material is blocked for younger readers, they can still read it if they want.

The next day, at about 6, Hermione, as usual, was sitting in a chair in the corner of the common room, reading a book. Ron was sitting, on the other side of the room, with Lavender and Parvati, who were talking and giggling, but Ron, himself, was silent. Harry was sitting near them, and he wasn't talking either, just doing some homework.

Cormac McLaggen, however, was upstairs, in the 7th year boy's dormitory, taking a bottle of firewhiskey out of a trunk near his bed, and chugging it down. He didn't drink because he was nervous or anything like that, he merely did it because he liked the buzz, and he thought it made him a more fun person to be around. He made sure he didn't drink enough to make him drunk, he knew that would be very unappealing, and Hermione would notice right away, and probably call off the date. She seemed liked the sort that would do that.

When Hermione realized how close to 7 it was, her stomach churned a bit.

She hadn't done anything special to her appearance for the date; she was even just wearing her uniform, but without her robes over it. She didn't care to try and impress Cormac. In fact, she was somewhat hoping for the opposite effect, so he would not wish to go out with her again.

When Harry noticed how close to 7 it was, he moved over toward Hermione, and sat with her.

"So . . . how are you?" he asked.

Hermione sighed and shook her head, "Just anticipating what Cormac has planned for tonight. I really hope it doesn't go that long. Thanks for letting me borrow your cloak, by the way."

"No problem." Harry then smiled, and took on a mock-parental voice, "Do you want me to tell him to have you home by 10?"

Hermione laughed, "Thanks, but I think I'll be fine . . ."

"So," Harry said, changing the subject, "I told Ron about your date . . ."

"Oh?" she replied, glancing across the room.

"He thinks that you're not going to want a second date with Cormac."

"Well, as dimwitted as he may be, he was probably right about that," she said reasonably.

"Oh, so you don't think you and Cormac are meant to be?" Harry asked, sarcastically.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.

"Just kidding," he said quickly, then he said more seriously, "but I do hope you have a good time."

She shrugged and pursed her lips, "If I end up having a good time, I'll buy everyone in this room right now a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks."

"Well, you know you're not going to have a good time if you're convinced that you won't."

"I suppose you're right," she sighed in defeat.

Right after she said that, she saw Cormac emerge from the doorway to the stairs.

"And here he is now . . ." She breathed, feeling anxious.

"Good luck," Harry said low, before Cormac got close enough to hear him.

It was the last thing either of them got to say before he came over to them.

"Hey Hermione," Cormac said, with a slight smile.

"Hi." Hermione replied, somewhat stiffly.

It was apparent that Cormac didn't even notice Harry was there, so he cleared his throat and said, "Well . . . see you later, then," and got up and went back to his spot near Ron and Lavender.

As she watched him walk over there, she couldn't help but notice Ron glance up at her. When their eyes met, he looked away as quickly as he had looked at her.

"So," Cormac said, "Shall We?" he offered her his arm.

Hermione just stared at his arm for several seconds, and then stood up, refusing to take it.

"So what exactly are you planning for us to do?" she asked.

"I dunno; perhaps go for a stroll around the grounds. You know, the Black Lake is beautiful this time of night . . ."

"And freezing."

"Well you would bring a jacket," Cormac replied, unfazed.

After a moment of considering, Hermione finally said, "Alright," trying not to roll her eyes or sigh.

Once she had grabbed a jacket, and the two of them had left through the portrait hole, Cormac was suddenly holding a rose in his hand. As he handed it to Hermione, saying, "For you," she couldn't tell if he conjured it magically, or if it was hidden up his sleeve.

Either way, Hermione felt it was actually almost sweet, "Oh, um, thank you," she said, as she took it.

They were lucky enough to not run into any teachers, as they walked down to the black lake.

When they got outside, it was not as cold as Hermione had expected it to be. The Black Lake was glittering in the moonlight. The moon was so bright, it made everything visible in the darkness, so their eyes barely had to adjust.

Hermione looked up at the Whomping Willow, shining in the light of the full moon, and thought of Lupin, and her third year; the dementors, almost being killed by a werewolf, finding out Ron's pet rat was really a person, Her and Ron's first really big fight, Ron in general . . .

She sighed. She didn't want to be thinking about him, especially not now.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Cormac said, looking out at the lake.

An icy gust of wind blew at them, which caused Hermione to shiver. Then she shivered once more, for Cormac had put his arm around her.

"Not too cold, are you?" he asked her.

"No, I'm just fine, thanks." she answered, and hoped Cormac would remove his arm.

He didn't. He just led her toward a near tree, and sat down at the base of it, leaning on the trunk. Because he didn't move his arm, Hermione was forced to sit down next to him.

After a moment, Cormac said, "So, your parents are muggles, aren't they?"

"Yeah," Hermione answered, wondering where he was going with this.

"What are they like?"

She looked at him, "Muggles, or my parents?"

"Well . . . what's it like living with muggles? I mean, don't they dress all funny? And they don't read the Daily Prophet? Isn't that weird?"

"Er, well, no," she answered, "I mean, I'm used to it. I was raised by them . . . it's just as normal for me, as wizard parents are normal for you."

"And what's a television?" He then asked, "I heard Creevey say something about one once . . ."

This almost made Hermione laugh, "Um, well . . . have you ever been to a play?"

"Yeah,"

"It's like that, only a person can watch it in their house, on a small box. And they can choose what they want to watch."

"Amazing . . ." Cormac looked genuinely impressed, "How do they do it?"

"Well, I don't know exactly how they do it . . ."

"Do you think muggles are often irritable? You know, compared to wizards?"

" . . . Why would they be . . ?"

"Well, they can't use magic for anything! I know I would be snapping at everyone, all the time, if I could never use magic again."

"Yeah, but they don't know what they're missing. For example, you wouldn't get irritable for missing your favorite thing on television, would you?"

"I suppose . . ." he agreed, thinking about it, "but it just sounds so bizarre to me . . ."

Hermione smiled; this moment was probably the first that she didn't feel absolutely repulsed by Cormac. He was starting to seem like an actual human being . . .

"You're so pretty when you smile," he then said, "why don't you do it more often?"

Hermione thought for a moment, "There's . . . not really much to smile about these days, is there?"

Cormac didn't have anything to say to that.

After a silent moment, he said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Were you ever dating Weasley?"

Hermione looked up at him. This was the last question she expected him to ask, "Oh, um, no."

"Didn't think so," he said, "but a lot of people thought that you were . . ."

"Really?" she asked trying to sound casual, "Like who?"

"Eh. Doesn't matter."

This answer infuriated Hermione, but she tried to let it go.

After a second moment, even longer than the first, of neither of them speaking, Cormac asked, "You're not having a completely horrible time, are you?"

Hermione smiled again, "No," she answered, "I'm not actually having that bad of a time."

And to her surprise, she actually meant it. That was, of course, until Cormac suddenly started sloppily snogging her.

Hermione pulled back immediately, "Cormac! What are you doing!"

"Oh, come on, Hermione!" he said, looking annoyed, "You just said you're having a good time!"

"That was not an invitation for you to start snogging me! I barely even know-"

She was interrupted, however, because he had started it again, and more aggressively this time. It took Hermione several minutes to pull away.

When she finally did, she gaped at Cormac, shocked, and angry. She lifted up her hand, and swung it towards his face, but he caught it before it could slap him.

"Bad idea." he said, and before she could even blink, Cormac started snogging her a third time, this time actually pushing her backwards, so that he was now on top of her.

Hermione struggled, and tried to get to her wand, but before she could, Cormac reached his hand into her pocket, grabbing her wand, and then tossing it, several yards away.

She tried pushing him off with the hand he wasn't holding, but then he grabbed her throat and said, "Stop moving, or I will break your neck."

Hermione's eyes widened in horror. Was this the same person she was talking to a few minutes ago?

She whimpered in response, her voice, it seemed, had stopped working.

When she did completely stop moving, Cormac let go of her other arm, and she soon felt his hand travel up her skirt.

She swallowed when he started pulling her tights and underwear down, and prayed that someone might be walking around the grounds, and find them. No such luck.

"Stop . . ." she said quietly, finding her voice, "Please stop . . ."

The only response she got was the sound of a zipper coming down.

After that, she closed her eyes.

She felt pain worse than she had ever felt before. Deep, scarring, pain. She also started getting the sense of being unclean. All she wanted at that moment, was for it to be over, and to be able to take a hot shower.

She tried thinking of something else. She pictured herself in the library, studying, doing homework, reading, anything. She was alone in the library; just her and the books. No one else.

She soon felt like she was in nightmare. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't. Why was this happening to her?

After what felt like forever, Cormac finished.

She felt most of the pain leave her, and heard him zip up his pants.

When she opened her eyes, he was giving her a hard, cold look.

"If you tell anyone," he said as he got up off of her, "I will hurt your stupid friends; Potter, and that Weasley girl. I'd do it, I swear."

He then spit on her, before turning, and walking back up to the castle.

Hermione stayed on the ground for several seconds before finally pulling her underwear and tights back up.

She sat up, leaning against the tree, still in much pain.

She felt almost too weak to move. If she stayed there, however, she'd surely freeze. She wished then, that Harry would start to worry about her, and come down to find her, so at least she wouldn't have to walk back up to the Gryffindor tower alone.

Realizing that she hadn't much choice on what else to do, she eventually got up, grabbed her wand, which was lying several yards away, and took Harry's invisibility cloak out of her coat pocket, slung it over her, and slowly ambled her way up to the building, deciding to go to the library rather than the Gryffindor tower.

it is deffinately not over yet, there are still more to come. thanks for reading