Monday was, surprisingly, the lightest day of classes. Ron and Hermione didn’t have any classes together but, they both still attended DA meetings, which were scheduled on Mondays. They had all been surprised when, halfway through the third week of school, professor Dumbledore had asked Harry when he was going to start up his meetings again. It seemed that Dumbledore thought it was a great idea and that anyone who was interested could use some extra training in the defense against the dark arts–especially now, with Voldemort back in action. So Harry had posed the question to the past members of the DA and they all accepted, even brought some new members along, making an even number of participants. A regular meeting time in an unused classroom down the hall from the hospital wing (in case of any accidents) had been set up almost immediately.
Tonight’s meeting was different though, at least for Ron. He usually paired up with Hermione, but she asked Neville to be her partner that night, much to Ron’s dismay as that meant he was paired up with Luna. Things were generally going fine, but they were working on a particularly tricky counter-jinx, which caused temporary blindness, their wands had to be held just right for it to work effectively. Even Hermione was having a bit of difficulty.
Finally it was Neville–of all people–who got it right. When Hermione came out of her blinded state, she seemed even more frustrated then before. “Arrgh! I can’t get it, Harry!” he came over and showed her, again how to hold the wand but he could tell there was some part of her that wasn’t paying full attention.
“Hermione? What’s with you?” he asked, “you should be able to get this straight away!” he put his hand on her shoulder and guided her hand once more.
“Oh, I don’t know! Listen, I’ll be right back I need to use the loo ok?” Harry nodded at her excuse and paired Neville up with Ron and Luna.
She walked brusquely to the girls’ lav. When she came out though, she was in for a shock.
“Granger! You don’t have your little watchdogs with you now, do ya?” it was Malfoy, and he wasn’t alone. Crabbe and Goyle had stupid grins on their faces and were cracking their knuckles.
“Malfoy!” she gasped, dread blossoming in her stomach as she raised her wand. “Expel--”
“Silencio” he shouted before she could get the word out. “What are you going to do now, Mudblood?” he motioned for his cronies to grab her but she started running toward the DA’s classroom. “Get her you morons!” he growled seconds before Goyle tackled her.
She felt herself being lifted up by her arms. He wand had gone skittering across the ground when she fell. Less then 100 feet and she would have made it to the safety of the classroom. She looked helplessly at the door, willing someone to come out looking for her. It was too late though, she was being dragged roughly through the nearest door into what turned out to be a broom closet.
Crabbe and Goyle each held one of her arms and were leering at her and laughing malevolently. “Well, well, well Granger, not so smart now, I have finally shut you up, too bad it’s not for good.” Malfoy was running his wand slowly down the side of her face and neck.
She struggled against her captors as her terror swelled. She was on the verge of hyperventilating when her chin was forced upwards by the cruel point of Malfoy’s wand. She closed her eyes, tears beginning to stream down her face.
He kissed her again then, roughly. She felt like she wanted to vomit as he pulled her closer to himself with his free hand. Suddenly something just clicked in her mind and she bit down on his lip, drawing blood. She spit at him as her voice returned to her in a rush. She shouted with every fiber of her being, “Someone, Hel--” but the words were cut off by a violent slap.
Malfoy grabbed her by the hair and spat blood onto the floor. “Petrificus Totalus,” he growled his wand centimeters from her chest. She immediately froze, her eyes still closed in fear and in pain from the impact of the blow.
Her mind spun as she felt her body sagging against Crabbe and Goyle. ‘I’m done for, now. He will probably kill me if he thinks he can get away with it. And Ron will never know how much I like him. His memory will be of me being mad at him.’ The urge to sob was overwhelming but she could not even do that.
She tried to block the feeling of Malfoy kissing her again but she could taste the blood from his lip. She knew that if her muscles were working, she would certainly have thrown up all over him. Suddenly he stopped kissing her but didn’t move. “Get. Off. Of. Her.” An enraged voice came out of nowhere.
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