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It was all dark. She had no idea where she was. She couldn't see her own hand just inches from her face.

Then she heard a voice say, "Hermione?"

And as soon as she heard it, her surroundings filled with light. She was in the library. Ron was sitting on the bench next to her.

"Why did you do it?" he asked her.

Even though she had not been talking to him a moment ago, she knew exactly what he meant.

"I didn't mean to! He made me! He forced me to! I didn't want to, I swear!" she answered.

Ron shook his head, frowning, "No, Hermione. I saw you. You barely even tried. You could have tried harder, if you really didn't want it."

"I was scared, Ron!" she pleaded, trying to get him to understand.

"You let him do it;" his voice was eerily flat, "you barely even struggled."

"If you saw, why didn't you help me!" she demanded.

Ron ignored this question, and turned away from her, "This is why I love Lavender. She's pure and clean. She told me she's saving herself for our wedding night."

Hermione was crying by now.

A loud giggle echoed throughout the library.

Lavender Brown stepped out from behind a book shelf, wearing a long white gown and veil.

"You'd look really good in white," she said, tauntingly, "too bad you'll never be able to honestly wear it . . ."

Ron stood up and walked over to her, taking her hand.

Suddenly a faceless minister rose from the floor. He looked more like Death himself, to Hermione.

The words he spoke were strangely muffled, but Ron saying "I do" was louder than ever.

Lavender then wrapped herself around Ron. They were snogging more passionately than she had ever seen them. She wanted to run out of the room, but she suddenly felt hands grabbing her. Cormac McLaggen appeared out of nowhere, and was pinning her down. He forced her down on the bench, and made her face Ron and Lavender as his hands roamed her body.

The minister disappeared. Hermione was forced to watch as Ron and Lavender undressed each other.

"Stop!" she yelled, struggling to break free, "Stop it! STOP!"

"Hermione-"

"Stop! Stop-!"

"Hermione!"

Hermione woke up. Sweat drenched her forehead. A nurse had waked her up.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned.

Hermione took several deep breathes, "I think I'll be alright," she whispered, trying not to wake her parents, who were asleep in the arm chairs in the room.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. The nurse finally left.

Hermione had been worrying about how her parents would react, ever since she got to the hospital, by portkey.

When her parents showed up, she had to have the doctor tell them.

Her father had been furious, demanding to know who did it, and that he be locked up in Azkaban, that being the only wizard prison he knew of.

Her mother seemed devastated, almost to the point of tears. She could barely speak.

Hermione couldn't look at either of them. Fortunately, neither of them made her talk about it. But they did try to convince her to tell who did it. She didn't.

The doctor had already done tests on her, but thought it would be best if she spent the night at the hospital. She was amazed at how soon magical doctors could figure out if someone was pregnant. She was also very relieved to learn that she wasn't. There had been a moment of madness where she imagined Cormac McLaggen's spawn growing inside of her for nine months. She couldn't decide how she would feel toward it, and was glad that she would never have to decide. She wasn't diseased either. In fact, she was perfectly fine, despite the ripped feeling inside of her, emotionally and physically.

The doctor suggested therapy, and her parent's agreed. Hermione didn't say anything. They assumed this meant she was in favor of talking to a stranger about what happened to her.

Hermione lied back in the hospital bed, thinking. She felt like she could barely remember anything that happened that night between right before she left with Cormac, and ending up in the library.

And where did this leave her and Ron? Were they friends again? Did she really forgive him, just for happening to be in the library at the right moment? Did he deserve it?

At the moment, she couldn't possibly imagine staying mad at him. Why was she even mad at him in the first place?

She decided then that she didn't care what he did, anymore. This was no time to be mad at anyone.

Besides, Ron only mentioned Lavender once that night, and that was just to call her annoying . . .

She wondered if he had told Harry yet. Had he told anyone else? She supposed she wouldn't mind if he had told Ginny. She felt nauseous, imagining he had told Lavender.

No. He wouldn't do that. Ron was smarter than that.

She also wondered what Cormac did after. How did he feel? Had she been the first of many? She felt sick at that idea. Had she been the most recent of many? She felt worse at that one.

She hoped that Ron did not see him in the common room. He could have very easily given himself away. Then Cormac would know that she told someone.

She hadn't told Ron Cormac's threat, about hurting Harry or Ginny, for a reason. She knew he would just say that Cormac couldn't do that. That it was silly for her to think he could.

But Ron didn't understand.

If Cormac could do what he did to her, what else was he capable of?

She could just see Ron giving Cormac a look, or something that would be completely obvious, ruining it. Though, she couldn't help but be completely flattered of Ron insisting to "kick Cormac's arse."

She thought about tomorrow. Her parents didn't want her to go back to Hogwarts; they insisted she go back home with them. Her father even said he wanted to pull her out of Hogwarts, and send her to an all girls' muggle boarding school. She didn't say anything at the time, but she kept it in her mind that she would never let her parents do that. Her mother would back her up on it.

Though, she did consider going back home for a week, not just for her parents, but she, herself, found comfort in the idea of just forgetting everything, and everyone, for a while. She couldn't even get herself to care that she'd be missing school, and classes. The thought of sleeping in her own bed, sooner than the next break, was just about the best thing she could imagine at the moment.

With this being the last thought in her head, Hermione managed to fall in deep, dreamless sleep, all of her worries temporarily leaving her.

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