"Lumos."

Fred's wand tip lit up. He looked around at the darkened shoreline. The waves crashed up against the interlocking basalt columns. Fred shivered.

"Cold, ain't it?" Fred stated. The rest nodded. Kingsley cast a warming charm on them.

They were currently standing on a hill near the Giants Causeway. Kinglsey looked at his wand. It was glowing red at the tip of it. Hermione was close. His wand tip would turn orange when they were within 100 metres of her location. Harry's wand was also red. Garcia was close as well.

"Okay. Let's split up. Fred, you can come with me. Ginny, you go with Harry," Kingsley said, taking control of the situation.

"When my wand turns blue, it means we are getting further away, right?" Harry checked.

"Yes. Ginny will shoot red sparks up if you're in trouble and green if your wand tip turns orange. Same goes for Fred," Kingsley said, turning to each of them to check they were listening. They nodded. "Okay let's go."

Kingsley and Fred headed away from the towering columns, while Ginny and Harry headed closer to them.

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Hermione's mind was screaming. Her lips were screaming. Her body was screaming. Her heart was screaming. The only thing that wasn't screaming was her voice.

Paulo was on top of her. The only thing seperating her and him was the blanket and her clothing. Paulo had stripped a while ago. While he was getting undressed, Hermione scrunched up her face with distaste and gagged.

Paulo was now trying to ease her out of the blankets safety. She was very determined to stay safe under the covers, though.

"C'mon baby. I don't bite you know," Paulo said, grinning, showing a few too many teeth.

"The bite marks on my neck say otherwise," Hermione said.

Paulo chuckled, swooping to kiss her with his wet lips. Hermione tried her best to kiss him back, but it was all wrong. His lips were cracked, he tatsed of fish and garlic and he was putting his full weight on her, which was like a ton, so it was very uncomfortable and oh so very wrong.

But Hermione could only grit her teeth and bear it. After all, she was going to be saved.

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Fred looked at Kingsley's wand for what felt like the 100th time, in the last 5 minutes. His wand was still red. Fred sighed.

"You really care for her, don't you?" Kingsley said, noting the forlorn look on Freds face.

"Yeah. I just feel like I should have done something, like grab ahold of her arm or something. Now who knows what she is going through," Fred said, checking Kingsley's wand again. Still red.

"Fred it isn't your fault. There would have been no time for you to get her. We will find her, though, I'm confident," Kingsley reassured Fred.

Fred nodded, not really listening. He was thinking of Hermione. Poor, sweet Hermione. He didn't want to think of what Garcia was doing to her. An image flitted through his head. Hermione cowering in a dark, dirty corner, her once beautiful dress, now ripped and muddy, the little makeup she had on smudged, as tears poured down her face. He shook himself. The day Hermione was ever in that position, was the day him and everyone else that cared for her was gone.

"It's orange!" exclaimed Kingsley, quietly, so as to not compromise there position. Fred looked at Kingsley's wand. Indeed, it was orange. Fred set off green sparks from his wand, and started looking around.

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She had had enough. She was over it. Paulo was playing with her like a toy. She screamed in frustration and anger, letting her true Gryffindor shine through.

She lifted her hands over the blanket and pushed him off of her, using more force than necessary. She took the blanket off of her and stood up, standing in a hand-to-hand combat position. Luckily, her dress was loosely fitted on the bottom half of her body, making it easy for defence.

Paulo looked up, took in the way I was positioned, and said, "you were leading me on."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."

Paulo frowned. "Your chest is glowing, as well. What have you done?"

Hermione looked at him in distaste. "Because I am the only other person in the room, you choose to blame me? Is that right?" Paulo shook his head. "Alright. So it's because I'm a woman isn't it?" Paulo hesitated, a millisecond too long. "You sexist idiot! Women cop crap everyday because of people like you! Women aren't play toys that you can chuck around, anywhere you please! We are not your slaves, we are not something you can put the blame on, we are not arm candy! We are our own people, who make there own decisions! I am a woman and you will treat me with respect!" Hermione shouted every last word. Hair frizzing, red faced, and shaking.

She closed her eyes, and took a couple of deep breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. The silence in the room was deafening, after Hermiones rage. Then Hermione heard the last thing she expected to hear.

Someone was applauding her.

"Shit, Granger. Remind me not to get on your bad side."

Hermione looked up, and burst into tears at the people she saw waiting at the door.

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Woooo! Two chapters in two days (or one, depending on where you are)! Hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing it! Let me know what you think by reviewing or giving me a PM.

Did you like Hermione sticking up for what she believes in? I didn't think she was too OC, but you might have your own opinion.

Love,

HermioneSmexyBeast xx