Hey!

I suppose this chapter isn't the best of chapters, but neither are most of the ones I've written. I've tried quite hard on this chapter though, so I hope you enjoy it. I've also been working on some oneshots, which are quite fun to write. Hopefully you'll see them soon.

Enjoy!

She was in a dark alleyway, lit dimly by lamps from the nearby street. She could hear music drifting from somewhere, a heavy dance beat with no particular tune. Voices echoed from a couple walking past, holding hands. It was warm. The air clung to her, but not in an uncomfortable way. It felt like she was being cradled by the warm currents around her.

"Hermione."

That voice made her start. It was deep and sonorous and accented. It vibrated through her, making her shudder. She looked up, squinting as the light from one of the lamps reflected into her eyes. Viktor Krum looked down at her.

"Viktor!" she cried. "What the hell – "

"Don't talk."

He leaned down to touch her face; she pushed him away. "Viktor, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed, taking a step back. He matched this with a step forward.

"Hermione, I have realised that I miss you. I vill not stand and let that... that prick keep you avay." His voice was husky. "Come back vith me. Please, Hermione. I loff you – "

She cut him off. Furiously, she put both hands on his chest and pushed him back. "Viktor, haven't you done enough? Isn't my life in enough tatters? Or do you have to rip it some more? You know what, Ron may not be the nicest person in the world, or the smartest, and Cormac might not be the best housemate, but those two are better than you will ever be. I've seen Witch Weekly. Unless you clean up your act, you can be sure that this" – she gestured to the space between them – "is never going to work. So clear off."

The look on his face was complete confusion. A good look at him told her he was drunk, a fact she should have realised as soon as she had seen him. She was just about to turn away, to Apparate home in disgust, when his hand was on her arm again and suddenly she was pushed against the wall of the alley with Krum's body pressed against hers and his breath at her ear.

"Oh, but Hermione... I cannot resist," he whispered.

"Viktor, get off me!" she cried, scrambling at the brick wall behind her. "Let me go, Viktor, or I will – "

With a laugh, he leaned down. "You know you vont me really. You haff alvays vonted me."

"Viktor... Viktor, no... get off me, Viktor, please!" she stammered. Her courage had suddenly melted away into the recesses of her brain.

There was nothing she could do now.

She was totally trapped. His strong arms were keeping her from struggling. She could smell his liquor-tinted breath, hear his heavy breathing. The experience was disgusting and terrifying and completely horrific. When she thought it could not get any worse, Krum flicked his wand at the streetlamp which was casting the soft, comforting glow across the alleyway. It flickered, and went out. Suddenly, they were enveloped in darkness. Menacing, creeping darkness.

"Hermione," Krum whispered in her ear, "I loff you. You know I loff you..."

Eyes widening in shock and fear, Hermione tried to press herself further back against the wall in a vain attempt to get away from him. Her wand was in the back pocket of her jeans, and her hands couldn't reach over his massive biceps.

"Viktor, stop... stop, please, Viktor, stop, let me go, please, let me go!" she whimpered. If she couldn't reach her wand, she couldn't escape without Apparating with Krum. And she probably wouldn't end up where she wanted, what with him hanging on to her, distracting and scaring her. She might even splinch herself.

The thumping music was still drifting from the street as Krum continued his assault.

Hermione tried to shout for help. "Help me, someone, please, I need help, I – " she began to cry, but before she could finish, or even start to shout properly, Krum had covered her mouth with his and had stopped her. An elderly woman walking by glanced at them and shook her head in disgust. She obviously thought they were just a drunk young couple.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the darkness of the alleyway.

It was a man. Hermione could tell it was a man, as he shouted towards someone in the direction of the blaring music. "I'll see you tomorrow then, yeah?" he called, before hurrying down the alley. He started at the sight of Hermione and Krum; the latter was too drunk to even notice the man.

It was obvious that he too thought they were simply drunken lovers, for he didn't say anything as he passed by, intent on getting to the other side of the alleyway. He glanced back once at them, and Hermione willed him to notice her, to notice that she was scared and in pain and definitely not enjoying herself. A whimper escaped her mouth as the figure turned the corner into the next street and was gone.

It felt like her last chance had gone with him. She could feel her eyes closing; a buzzing filled her ears and her limbs became weak. Hermione couldn't fight Krum anymore –he was strong and drunk: a lethal combination. His mouth was still smashed against hers. It felt like kissing an octopus; his hands were all over her.

And then, suddenly, without warning, they weren't.

The streetlamp came back on. When she looked at Krum to see what had stopped him, he wasn't there either. She looked down. He was groaning on the dirty floor of the alley, struggling to breathe as if the wind had been knocked out of him. And above him, grinning with pleasure at the sight of his groaning form, was Cormac McLaggen.

His face immediately turned to something that was a mix of shock and happiness when he saw Hermione.

"Hermione... I'm really sorry I didn't realise it was you just now! I... I just wasn't concentrating... but anyway, are you okay? Did he, um... hurt you?"

She looked up at him. It was a struggle not to break down crying right there – she had no idea why. "No, I – I'm fine. Just a bit shaken up, I suppose. He just... he just grabbed me, and suddenly I was here. He's drunk. Be careful..." She drifted off as Cormac approached Krum, who was groaning on the cobbles.

With a laugh, Cormac nudged him with his foot. Krum rolled over, muttering angrily but unable to get up.

"I think I sorted him out pretty well," Cormac said smugly. Even when coming across as the knight in shining armour, he had to ruin it. He raised his wand.

"Stupify!"

Krum slumped, unconscious, to the floor again. His heavy brows were knitted together as if he were thinking as he dreamed. Cormac laughed, awkwardly.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked her. "You looked really scared back there. Are you sure you're not hurt?"

She was beginning to feel faint. The world was spinning in a haze of colour around her. There was barely enough time for her to nod before the darkness closed in on her and she felt herself hitting the ground with a dull thud. After that, her mind knew nothing.

A/N: This was a really difficult chapter to write; mainly because I hate showing characters in a really bad light and Krum is obviously shown in a bad light here. This is also a sensitive subject, please tell me if I wrote it well or if I am really bad and should steer clear of things like this.

Sorry for not updating in about 715 years but school has caught up with me and I have absolutely no time to write. Half term is here now, though, and this is the final product of it.

Pleasepleaseplease revieewwww tell me if you hateed it or looved it or anyything :)