The kiss was wonderful but… “Harry what are we doing, this is wrong!”  Hermione shuddered and turned her face away from him. “What about Ron… and Ginny?” she asked, pleading with him to agree. “Do me a favor, Hermione,” Harry said as he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him again. “And shut up,” he leaned over her and kissed her again, pressing her down into the bed, “Forget… about… Ron… for a…. minute,” he said kissing her all over. This is wrong, Hermione thought but she couldn’t help herself from kissing him back. I shouldn’t be doing this; it isn’t fair to… “Harry!” she screamed, pushing him away. “Stop, it isn’t fair! We can’t do this Harry, we can’t!” He put his finger to her lips and Hermione saw an odd light in his eyes that she had never seen before. “Shh…” Harry hushed her and kissed her so hard she whimpered. “Stop.” She murmured “Stop.” She said again louder. “Stop!” she cried and pushed at him. He was much stronger, however and he barely budged. “What are you doing?” she asked, hurt. He stared at her, not answering. She was afraid of him. She didn’t know what to think. “Harry get off me right now, I’m leaving,” She said and shoved against him. He didn’t move for a minute, just stared at her. It made her nervous and she was very relieved when he finally moved away. Hermione heaved a relieved sigh and quickly got up to go. Before she could leave, Harry reached out and grabbed he wrist in a tight grip. Hermione was about to yell at him but her angry retort died on her lips at the look on his face. He looked like an animal. She had never seen his almost feminine face look so sinister. She swallowed her words and instead asked a trembling “What?” His eyes flashed behind his glasses and he spoke in a low growl. “Just remember that you kissed back,” he said and released her wrist. She clutched her hand to her chest and hurried away out of the room and down the stairs, all the while feeling Harry’s eyes on her back. ***All that week, Hermione tried to avoid Harry as much as possible. It was fairly easy, with no classes, she simply came very early or very late to meals and stayed locked in her dormitory. She couldn’t avoid him forever, however and one day she opened the door to her room and there he was. When she got over her initial shock, she was angry.  “What in the world do you think you’re doing in here?” she asked him, her hands on her hips. He just gazed at her with no expression on his handsome face. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he finally said. “Well of course I have, you really scared me Harry…” Hermione started to say. Harry cut her off. “I know the real reason you’ve been keeping your distance,” he said, a smirk on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, that is…” he cut her off again with a flick of his hand. Hermione clutched her throat. She couldn’t speak! Harry laughed a cruel little laugh that chilled Hermione right down inside her soul. “Neat little charm isn’t it?” he asked, now twirling the wand that he had had concealed in his sleeve. Hermione turned to run but the door slammed shut with another wave of Harry’s wand. Hermione tried the doorknob but it was locked. Hermione thought frantically. Even if she had her wand, she could only unlock it if she was able to say the word to unlock it. Harry seemed to sense what was running through her mind. “You can’t run away this time, Hermione. And you can’t tell me to stop,” he said and stalked towards her. She looked at him in horror and tried to run past him to the bathroom, maybe she could keep him out if there was only a small space to defend. He leaped in front of her and when she tried to cut around him, he caught her across the chest and threw her backwards against a wall. Hermione hit the wall and slumped against it. Her back was on fire and suddenly Harry was there. She tried to run again but he slammed his hands on either side of her head. She was trapped. She shrank back from him, having him this close to her was making her sick. What had happened to him? He was breathing heavily and when she searched his eyes all she found was an animal hunger. She shivered and turned her head away. He growled and grabbed her arms and shook her. She opened her mouth to scream but couldn’t. He was gripping her arms so tight that she was losing feeling in her fingers but the only thing she could do was gasp. Her head slammed into the wall and bright lights popped behind her eyes before everything went black. ***Hermione came to in darkness. She cleared her throat and said “hello?” and was relieved to find that sound came out. She tried to move but found her hands locked behind her. She heard a noise and lay prone to listen. Yes. Footsteps. She heard them clearly now. Behind her, a door opened and light shone into the room. A man’s shadow loomed up on the wall in front of her and she lay still, not daring to move. The man set down something on the floor, straitened up and muttered something. Then he closed the door and she heard his footsteps retreat. She was in darkness. Tentatively she moved her hands and found them now free. She tried to sit up but a dizzy wave hit her and she had to sink back down until it had subsided. Carefully, she sat up again. She groped her way over to where she thought the door was and her hand ran into something. A light! It was an old-fashioned gas lamp since flashlights don’t work at Hogwarts but she managed to get it lit. She held her light up and saw that Harry, for the man could only be him, had also brought a plate of food. She studied her prison. It was one of the dungeons. Mildew covered the walls and a pile of something was in the corner that she didn’t want to examine closer. She turned to the door and searched for a way to open it. There was a handle but the door wouldn’t budge no matter what she did and finally, exhausted, gave up. She ate the food Harry had left and wondered about him. Is he insane? She wondered. He can’t seriously believe he can keep me here. Slowly she became aware of her various aches again. It seemed Harry had numbed them before he locked her away. Well at least that was smart of him. She thought right before a burning pain in her abdomen hit her. She cried out sharply and fell to the floor. My God, Harry, what have you done? She thought. The physical pain subsided, but the mental anguish did not. How could he do that to me? The pain of his betrayal was almost too much to bear. How could he take advantage of me like that? She cried bitter tears for the childhood innocence that Harry had ripped from her. She could never trust him again.

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