Thanks to everyone who reviewed and I'm definitely glad you guys want more cuz that's what your gonna get :) You are awesome because I posted my fic at like 3 in the morning and 9 hours later I already have reviews! Yessss! Haha

So here goes another chappie and I hope you like the elaboration on Hermione's feelings so that you can get better in touch with her character. Also constructive criticism is welcome so please let me know so I can enhance it to please you guys.

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When she had snuggled into her bed late that night she found herself as usual, wide awake and wondering how she would possibly survive her next day of classes on the continuous lack of sleep she had obtained since that traumatic night. She wished that something could comfort her but she had pushed Ron away, Harry was probably with Ginny tonight, and she had lost any appetite for anything recently. She lay there staring through canopy above her, at the ceiling, which she had configured to be able to watch the night sky. The stars above her were so numerous and she wondered if one of them was specifically for her. Were they just there for show or did they actually serve a purpose?

She wrestled with her thoughts and wondered why things like rape, murder and abuse existed in this world. How one day you could feel so completely content with your life and the next feel as though every person was out to get you. That every touch you feel is going to end up hurting you because she had once so easily trusted everyone but now there were people out there who hurt her and she had no idea who they were. Most of the times victims know their attackers, so who could it be, that would possibly want to hurt her like that so viciously? She had not recognized his voice but she knew that she would find it. She would find out who did this to her. And then she would have her revenge.

The reason she couldn't sleep was because she was avoiding "the dream". The one that haunted her every night since the attack and it only came at night, so she made herself stay awake throughout the night to avoid it. However she failed like nights like tonight and dreamed of the dark figures that captured her while she roamed the hallways on duty. She felt their hands grasping her flailing legs and arms and their fingers digging into her skin bruising her. When they finally had reached the Room of Requirement they threw her on to the bed, shoved the cloth that dripped with some type of drug to make her feel weak, deep into her mouth and mercilessly tied her hands to the backboard and her feet to each bedpost. They stretched her out until her limbs could not possibly move unless she wanted to pop them out of their sockets. She lay there, hot angry tears streaming down her face, making it impossible to see her attackers although she couldn't make out what they looked like because they had charmed their faces to blur.

She remembered the leader telling the other three to leave and the others at first seeming to resist however his fierce stare made them shudder, leaving just the helpless Hermione and him alone.

He crawled onto the bed and working his hands up her legs to have his body rest between her legs and his hands grabbing her waist, his thumbs kneading circles around her hip bones that jutted out of her skin.

She could vaguely see him kneeling over her, with him on his knees and then running his hands all over her body seductively. She moaned in frustration because she could not defend herself from him touching her like that. He began to kiss her and nibble on her skin down the length of her body and when he reached her ear, while pressing his body into every inch of her, making it difficult to breathe, he whispered in her ear the only thing he would say that night before doing his way with her.

"It will be okay"

This contradicted every possible meaning of the phrase. It would not be "okay". She whimpered, trying somehow to communicate this fear, this known prophesy of her own future. She tried to tell him that it would not be okay. This would ruin her.

She tried to put up a fight, pulling at the material that bound her feet, hoping to get one free so that she could kick him in the face hopefully making him unconscious. She visualized defending herself and coming out of this situation, not dead to the world she once knew but alive and whole. But it never happened. They had used magic to ensure that she would not get away, to make sure she suffered though it all. Every minute of the several hours it felt like she was there, he made sure to do every devastating thing to her body, and every minute he took was another that Hermione would relive for the rest of her life.

After several hours she felt like she was going to die. Literally die from the pain, humiliation and impurity she felt entering her own body and leaving her with nothing. She gave up the will to somehow save herself because she knew that if she tried anything at this point, he might somehow find something else to torture her with. The whole time she just kept thinking "Why me? What have I done?" and then it transformed into the expression that her assaulter used, "Its going to be okay" which she knew was completely false.

When he was finally done she was on the verge of being unconscious. He rested his sweaty forehead against her with closed eyes while hers fluttered to open in hopes of identifying her attacker. She shook her head to get him off of her disgusted with this somewhat sign of affection. Instead he grabbed her chin, releasing the cloth from her mouth but he knew she had no energy left to scream. He then bit her lips opening them with his teeth and kissed her aggressively. She could do nothing but let him kiss her, letting him ruin the satisfaction of kissing someone she loves by associating it now with someone she hates. He finally withdrew from her, placing small kisses on her swollen lips and then whispering into them again that,

"It will be okay"

After that she blacked out into a sudden endless abyss of pain. Then she opened her eyes and jolted awake. She pulled at the folds of her blankets that were wrapped around her legs and arms and then stopped suddenly when she realized she was in her bedroom. That it wasn't that night at all but she had only drifted off to sleep and replayed the attack again in her dreams. Still catching her breath she lay there right before the dawn, looking at the sky that was slowly lighting up and the thin trail of clouds moving across it.

She lay there until her alarm went off and then reluctantly got out of bed, heading to the bathroom. Running the water in the shower she undressed, unbuttoning her flannel and pulling off her shorts, and stepping carefully in. Letting the water run down her body she closed her eyes and just let it drip down letting the mundane sound of it fill her ears, comforting her. Preparing herself for the day ahead she recited the only words that came to her mind

"It will be okay".

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I really hope you guys like this. I tried to elaborate on what happened so that I could get that out of the way and get to how she now interacts with everyone. Review Review Review! :D