I want to apologize PROFUSELY to all of my readers. I've had the worst time coming up with ANYTHING to write. I've been trying so hard to write, but the words never come. I hadn't even touched my computer since the last time I updated, that's how bad it was. I really like this story, and I know what I want to do with it, where I want it to go. But getting the words out is the challenge. I finally started up my computer yesterday, and tonight decided to check out what, if anything, I had typed up for a new chapter of this story. I found just the party, but then somehow, the gears in my brain started to turn again, and I was able to complete this chapter. I have to warn you, I'm in the middle of getting stuff together to start college in September. I have SATs to study for and a prom to look forward to. I need to do all these little registrations for this and that, I have deadlines coming out of my ears, and graduation in May. Time is moving so fast lately that all of it is rushing up at me and I'll be at college before I know it. I've gotten my writing bug back, but please don't expect constant updates. I really wanted to get something out there so you all knew I wasn't abandoning this story, but I don't have anything else written down YET. I will try to write a few chapters in advance before the next time I post so that I could post maybe once a week, maybe father between, but I really don't want to leave you guys hanging. This isn't the best chapter, but it's something, and I promise there is more to come. Please bare with me and be patient. I love every single one of my readers and the last thing I want to do is let you down.

Also, I just started noticing the cover pictures, and I don't know how to make one, or have any ideas for one, or have any time to put one together. If you are interested in making me one, please let me know.

Disclaimer: I doubt J.K. Rowling would let her readers down the way I have, as you know I'm not J.K., but I am sorry.

"Women are never to be abused in such a way." Draco yelled. "It's an absolutely vile thing to do. A thing that only monsters would consider doing!"

Hermione stood outside the library, stunned. Draco had stormed away the second he finished his rant. She turned when she heard footsteps, only to find Harry and Ron stumbling around the corner.

"Mione!" Ron hollered.

"Shh, Ron! We'll gets in troubled!" Harry slurred.

"Boys, how much did you have to drink?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"Just this many," Ron held his hands far apart. "So not much!"

"You guys never get this drunk, what happened at that party?"

"Oh," Harry grew serious. "There was a Hufflepuff girl."

"And?"

"She gave us some . . . news." Harry paused and looked off into the distance.

"Goodness Harry! Focus! What did she tell you?" Hermione huffed.

"Oh, right. Well, she said something 'bout you and, um. Oh yes! Blaise Zabini, and you, snogging."

"The right git!" Ron yelled. "And you'd never!"

"We might have gotten a bit . . . Angry."

"Well . . . I . . ." Hermione stammered for a bit. "You two look like your about to pass out, let's get back to the common room, hmm?"

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"Morning boys!" Hermione said loudly.

"Ah! Godrick's rear end, Hermione! Our head's hurt!" Ron said angrily.

"Really? I had no idea!" She snickered, pulling the covers off of a sound asleep Harry. She began to shake him, before giving up and jumping on his bed. "Wakey, wakey, wake up Harry Potter!"

"What in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing woman!" Harry yelled as he flipped over and grabbed Hermione around the waist. He pulled her down to the bed and then jumped on top of her to keep her wriggling form still. "Stop it!"

Then Hermione froze, Harry was straddling her and holding down her arms, for she had attempted to tickle him. She was suddenly transported back to the night of her birthday, when another boy was holding her down a bed.

"Let me go! Stop it! Stop it, please! Please!" Hermione screamed whilst thrashing about. Harry jumped off of her, off of the bed. Neville was scared awake by all the commotion coming from his friends, and he rolled off his bed to the floor in fright. Ron and Harry stood side by side in shock. Hermione was screaming unintelligibly and thrashing around, clawing at her arms, her stomach, the air.

Oliver Wood, the boys prefect for that year, came rushing into the room half dressed and wide eyed, when he saw Hermione he started to yell for Professor McGonagall, who also came running up the stairs in quite a state. She took one look around the room and yelled:

"Ms. Granger!"

Hermione stopped thrashing immediately at the sound of the woman's voice. She slowly sat up, and then crawled off the bed.

"What is the meaning of this?" McGonagall asked. When no one answered, Neville spoke up.

"I - I'm not quite sure Professor, I woke up to Hermione's screams"

"Yeah, me too" Added Oliver.

"I - I'm terribly sorry that I've disrupted everyone's morning, please forgive me," Hermione said quietly. She then bowed her head and scampered out of the room.

Please let me now you're still with me . . .