Alright, chapter 3! This is actually half as long as i intended to post which is why it took me so long to post this, but i am still debating what's going to happen in the next part. Please review and give me some ideas or feedback. I'd love to hear what you guys think!

Chapter 3

The walk didn't take nearly long enough. Hermione was at the doors far sooner than she would have liked. She would have given anything to extend that walk, or to not enter that room altogether, but the spell was trapping her. She could feel its chains closing in around her because breakfast was nearly over. There was a painful pressure building up within her skull. There was no escaping it, and so she slowly pushed the doors open.

Everything was normal for the most part as she entered the room. People walked in late to breakfast all the time. There were only four people looking in her direction. Two were worried and two were excited. She barely glanced at the Slytherin table, where two faces stood out of the crowd, leering. Her eyes shot downward to the floor as she registered their expressions and her arms tightened around her body, desperately tugging her robe around herself, preserving what dignity she could with the thin cloth.

As each footstep brought her closer to her table, she was forced to look up. She couldn't risk tripping over someone or something. She had to watch where she was going, and her eyes met the concerned gaze of her friends. The only two she trusted to save her from this mess. The two she had to try hardest to keep from finding out.

When she got near them, Ron slid down a seat so that Hermione would be sitting between them. She sat, carefully holding her robe in place. She knew she was in for trouble when they both turned to face her.

"Hermione…" Ron began. "You're hair is different. Are you ill? I mean, you're never late to breakfast. You normally beat us here."

"No. I'm alright," Hermione's voice was very quiet, but steady.

"I don't think you are," Harry said seriously. "Did something happen in the dungeons yesterday? Were you hurt? You know we wouldn't blame you for anything that happened."

Ron interrupted. "Well, unless you told those snakes what you were doing down there."

Harry shot him a glare and continued, "We would even forgive you for that. We care about you Hermione. Tell us what happened. We're your best friends."

Harry's words were like knives into her heart. She wanted to tell him so bad, wanted everything to be all right again, but she was terrified of the pain that would come from her breaking orders. She knew they could see the pain of indecision in her eyes. They were becoming more and more worried. Finally she could take it no more. She decided she would deal with whatever pain attacked her body, if only she could tell them.

"Th-" Hermione began, but that was all she was able to get out. Her hands that were clutched so tightly to her robe leapt to her skull as the pain she had been dreading exploded in her head. She nearly screamed. "No-nothing happened!" she forced out, and immediately the throbbing disappeared.

But Harry and Ron weren't thinking about that subject anymore. "What are you wearing?" Ron cried. She had let the robe slip open.

"I-" she began, but she had no suitable explanation.

Harry opened and shut his mouth a few times before finally he could speak. "Hermione, your hair, your face, the way you're acting, your clothes…You aren't alright are you?"

"No," she rapidly forced out, but she jumped up as the throbbing in her head reappeared and for some reason, their constant worry was starting to annoy her. "You guys are wrong!" she screamed. "I'm fine! I'm completely fine! You don't ever believe what I have to say. And is it not ok for me to be a girl? I'm wearing makeup and I did my hair. So what? For the last time. I. Am. Fine."

Her screaming had done something she had forgotten to anticipate. Everyone in the Great Hall was looking right at her. Her and her open robes. Her and her ridiculously small clothing underneath. As she calmed down from her rant she looked around at all of the staring faces. Some guys were staring unabashedly. A few girls had already traded looks and started whispering quietly among themselves. All around there was silence.

Until of course someone at Slytherin spoke. Blaise Zabini raised his voice, "Well someone obviously is a bit frustrated. Potter and Weasley must not be performing."

Hermione quickly wrapped her robe around herself. "No!" she whispered hoarsely. Tears started streaming down her face and as she looked to her two best friends for support, neither would look at her. She rushed from the Great Hall as all of the talking and gossiping began with renewed vigor.

Once she made it out the door she ran. There was no place to which she was actually headed, but there was no staying in the school. She ran until she was outside, until she was past the lake, until she was right near the Forbidden Forest. It was then that she slowed down. She walked right up to a large tree and then slid her back down the trunk. The bark bit into her robe and into her back, but after everything else, she didn't even notice. It was here that she cried, and as she cried she began to think.

"What am I going to do?" she said aloud. "They covered every exit. Who knows if there is even a way to break this spell. I wish I could talk to Ron and Harry about it. They would get me out of this. If only they were smarter! They never tried to pay attention to school or to me! They always ask the wrong things. If it weren't for me they would never have made it this far. Oh no, this was that thing Malfoy said. 'Every little thing they do is going to annoy you.' Or something like that. I can't let it work! This is crazy! How can a spell have this much control? How could I have lost everything so fast? I can't even control my thoughts. What if I start helping them? I can't let that happen! I would rather die."

Thoughts started swirling around inside her head. They hadn't forbidden that. She could kill herself if things started to get out of control. Pain and everything she could deal with. But she would have to sacrifice herself if they started getting her to spy on the Order or if they asked her to help the Dark Side. She sat there and planned the execution. Planned everything down to her last breath. Planning her own death surprisingly made her feel better. It gave her a small sense of control. A way to rebel. Ironically, it gave her a way to live.

Finally she got up with renewed resolve. Sure they had embarrassed her, even trashed her reputation. They were trying to break her, but they could break every bone in her body, she wasn't going to completely give in to them. Ever. As she made her way back into the castle, she steeled herself for the day to come.

Her first class was potions and she was already 20 minutes late for class. She knew that she needed to expect the worst. Right outside the door she almost decided to do something she had never done voluntarily before. She almost decided to skip the class altogether. Instead, she took a deep breath, grabbed the handle, and then stepped back from the door again. She pulled out her wand and quickly conjured a rope, which she tied around her waist to hold her robe shut, and then entered the classroom.

Professor Snape stopped talking. But it didn't take him long to come up with something to say. "Nice of you to show up Miss Granger, 30 points from Gryffindor, and next time you'd better be on time for my class." He turned as if to continue his class, picking up his wand. "Oh and Miss Granger," he said without turning around. "I do believe that that rope is not a part of our uniform. Please remove it from your person immediately."

Slowly her hands found the rope and untied it. Her robes slid open, and she did nothing to catch them. She walked with head held high to her seat. Harry and Ron both avoided her eyes, but across the room, Draco and Blaise looked at her with confusion and interest. It took her a minute to realize what she had done. She had piqued their curiosity and their interest. There was a good chance she was in for trouble again.

Classes for the rest of the day continued without much of a hitch. She received a few raised eyebrows from professors and students alike, but she did her best to ignore their expressions. After all, with her preceding reputation, they should know her better than that. And if they chose to question her motives, they were the ones at fault. Dutifully she kept her head down, completed her work with her normal precision, and after classes she even attended dinner. Most faces turned her way when she entered and sat down, but the interest soon died down when she didn't react to their stares.

After dinner however, the dread began to fill her again. Time was moving much too fast and the hours flew by. Soon it was half past 8 and she could escape her fate no longer. She could already feel the tug of the spell dragging her toward her door. She made her way down to the Common Room and approached Ron and Harry. They looked up at her warily.

"I want to go down and see if I see anything tonight. I know I didn't do a good job last night. I owe it to you two."

They continued to watch at her in silence until Harry decided to speak up. "Alright then. What time will you be back?"

"I don't know," for once she could speak to them honestly, "Most likely later than last night. I want to stay until I find something."

Ron was glaring into the fireplace. "Good, at least do something right today."

Annoyance started to surge forward, but she forced it back. Harry watched her intently as she turned her back on them and approached the portrait hole. "Be safe Hermione," he called after her. She didn't even glance back.

Draco and Blaise were waiting for her when she got to the room. They had conjured cushioned chairs to sit in, and a rag-looking piece of cloth lay before them. As she entered the room, they quieted whatever conversation they had been having and watched her. Leered at her was perhaps the more accurate term. Deciding to stay on their good graces, she approached them and then knelt to the ground, keeping her head lowered and eyes set firmly on the floor.

There was a long silence, and the anticipation began to overwhelm her. She was prepared for a near bloodbath, not for silence. Just as the feeling was getting to be too much, Draco spoke. "I think this is a fake display of obedience, what about you Blaise?"

"My thoughts exactly. Did you see the way she held herself during classes? Obviously we haven't done a good enough job." A good enough job of what? Hermione allowed herself to glance up for just a moment, and was terrified by what she saw. Instead of malice, Blaise's eyes were filled with a hunger, scanning her body up and down. Taking note of every inch, every spot of skin showing on her body. Unconsciously she covered as much of her body as she was able without making a distinct move. She would prefer to be beaten than to have Blaise act on the pure sexual desire she saw within his eyes.

Hermione flinched and began to shake as she saw Blaise reach for his wand. Not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear she took a few slow shaky breaths. Draco smirked at her.

"Ah ah ah. I order you to show us the fear that you are feeling. Let us see the terror on your face, your body shaking, the cold sweat breaking out on your skin. Whatever you are focusing on to try to forget your fear, forget about that."

A wave of pure terror washed over her as all of her defenses against it fell. She began shaking uncontrollably. Her fear was only made worse when Blaise began laughing.

"Little Mudblood, you were doing a decent job hiding your fear. We definitely haven't done enough to you yet. We should frighten you. You have no idea what we are capable of. What I can't wait to do to you." Blaise looked over to Draco as he got to his feet. "Tell her to stay still," he said to Draco.

Draco obliged and tears began to flow from Hermione's eyes as her mind filled with the terrible images of what could happen tonight. Images of being beaten and bleeding even of being raped ran like a video in her mind. She had always heard stories, but she had never once imagined something like that happening to her. She always believed she was strong, but now she wasn't even able to fight back. She was helpless to Blaise's plans for her. He was right. She had no idea what they would do.