A/N TAG WARNING. As I'm sure you're aware this next chapter has non-con and attempted rape. Hermione is a brave and courageous fighter. If you are sensitive to the subject I suggest you pass on the chapter. -NW

Goyle began to bite and lick her face and neck. Ruthlessly squeezing her breast. "Your neck tastes great Granger. How about the rest of you?" She struggled and fought to sit up as he ripped the towel she had around her off and threw it to the floor. He looked down at her body salivating. "Yea, Granger you'll do. Nice tits and I see Draco likes a shaved cunt. Me too. Say, that means you were the virgin in his bed last night. So he finally got his prick in you. Damn I wish I'd been here to see it, he might have let us take a turn like he did with Pansy. Draco must have given you a pretty hard time. He thought he hid it, but we all knew how much he wanted to fuck you senseless."

He managed to pull her further up on the bed after that. Hermione tried to fight him, but he outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. He pulled her arms over her head and held both with one large ham fist. "Go ahead and fight me. You can even scream. He's too busy arguing with his father to hear you." Goyle lowered his head and began sucking and biting her breasts, leaving red marks. He pawed at her opening, managing to insert a finger in her slit. "Not wet yet Granger? You'll be plenty wet after I'm done. Dad said Draco's mum was soaked by the time he got to her. He said her screams only made him harder. You're going to scream for me too. HA, Draco will have to share you now. I'll have his balls in my back pocket."

Hermione knew she had to keep her head despite being so disgusted. There was no escape from the room and no doors on the bathroom or closet. The room had been silenced, and there wasn't much in the way of a weapon except furniture and that crystal decanter. He wanted a fight. Maybe if she lay quiet it would slow him down and put him off his guard. Hermione went limp as if she'd passed out.

"What? You can't pass out. That won't be any fun. I know!" Goyle got on his knees, hauled back and slapped her hard. "Wake up mudblood!" His hands on his hips and teetering on his knees laughing, he never knew what hit him.

The blow had stunned Hermione, but she had to act fast. She took her left foot and hit him square in the chest as hard as she could. Goyle fell backwards and tumbled off the bed gasping for breath. Hermione ran to the drinks table for the decanter. It felt heavy and she hefted it a few times to test it for balance. She turned to the fool panting for breath on the floor, approaching him at speed. Her intention was to smash his head in with it. She raised it up. Naked, with the sun behind her, turning the decanter into a brilliant white warhead splashing rainbows around the room. She looked like a vengeful fury holding lightning.

Goyle knew he was in trouble and who knew he could react so fast. He rolled at the last minute as the crystal crashed to the floor where his head had been. He growled and grabbed her ankle, pulling her feet out from under her. She landed hard on the rug, and he was on her again. Goyle back handed her, causing her to see stars. "You mudblood bitch! I'll make you pay for that. Now hold still while I fuck you bloody."

Goyle managed to get between her legs despite her scratching and biting him. He seemed to enjoy the battle between them as he unbuttoned the last barrier to her. Lining up to her opening with the head of his swollen cock he was about to plunge in, but he hesitated. It felt good, powerful, not just the sex, but knowing he had 'Hermione the Princess' Granger at his mercy. His hips cantered forward, but the next, and last thing he heard was Draco. "Reducto!" Goyle was blasted across the room striking the wall then falling to the floor, out cold.

Draco ran to Hermione on the rug and lifted her carefully. He laid her gently on the bed. "Hermione love, just lay still. You're going to be okay." His wand's diagnosis was a relief. She was bruised on both cheeks and her lip was split. There were bite marks on her perfect breasts. A black eye would have formed by morning. Bruises on her arms and legs, but thankfully, no cuts or broken bones. Draco was well aware of the way Goyle treated women. He'd had to heal and pay off the others the bastard had beaten, to keep them quiet.

She was crying and trembling as he held her tight. Rocking and whispering soft words of love and comfort. She whimpered and clung to him. He'd seen that look of devastation before, on his mother. Draco had been unable to get revenge then. He could now.

Now his fury rose like a specter, cold and deadly. "I'm going to kill that bastard." He would teach this brute and his family, not to touch what belonged to a Malfoy. Draco rose with his wand drawn and walked to the heap that was Goyle.

"Crucio!"

Even unconscious Goyle shook and screamed. It only increased Draco's rage. His father, his mother, his master, his life. All the wrath he had pent up, poured out of the end of his wand.

Until he heard a faint cry. "Draco, Stop!"

It was Hermione who saved Greg Goyle's life that night.

Draco stood over the smoking body of the boy who was once his friend. The pitiful wretch would have to be disposed of now. He would take him somewhere and finish him so Hermione wouldn't have to see.

Draco turned back to Hermione who had raised herself up with the help of the bedpost, clinging to it like a lifeline. "Why? He deserves it. He deserves worse after what he did to you. I'm going to have to kill him now anyway. If I don't he'll go straight to Riddle."

Hermione wrapped a sheet around herself to steady her mind and his. "No Draco. There are other ways. We can obliviate him and dump him in an alley. I won't let you become a murderer because of me. Besides, you have been seen with him today. They'll test your wand. We have to make it look as if someone else did it." Hermione thought a moment. "My wand, or rather the wand I stole. It wouldn't work for me, but if you still have it, use that one to obliviate him. We'll have to think of some excuse for why you didn't leave with him to go to Hogwarts."

Draco was smiling. Here she was, raped and beaten and thinking like a Slytherin. "If I hurry, I can still meet Zabini. I'll ask him if he's seen Goyle, having sent him ahead of me. I can dump his body in an alley tonight." He looked at her worried. "I'll have to go right now, but I don't want to leave you like this. Will you be okay? I've got some bruise paste and dittany in the medicine cupboard."

She gave a lopsided grin. "I'll be fine. What are we going to do with him in the meantime?"

Draco looked at the disgusting lump of flesh. "He can cool off in the oubliette below." He began to quickly straighten the room and remove a certain carcass. When he was done he returned to her again. "I still feel bad about leaving you like this." He tenderly held her cheek and kissed her.

"You have to go. I'm okay Draco, he didn't…" She looked away not wanting him to see her shudder. "You stopped him in time." She smiled, what little she could with a busted lip.

He rubbed his thumb over the wound. "At least I can fix this. Accio dittany." The jar flew to his hand. "Hold still. This is gonna hurt a bit." Draco squeezed the dropper for a tiny teardrop of the potion. It coated her lip and she flinched, but within seconds the wound was gone.

He kissed her gently. "The door will be locked. No one will be able to come in but me. I'll see you in a few hours." He kissed her forehead and held her close. "I'm so sorry Hermione. Get some rest. I'll be back in a bit."

When Draco had left she fell backwards on the bed. Her brave face only a mask for him. She curled into a ball, and began to cry. She was in some pain, but it was manageable. The trauma was not so easy to manage.