Dudley's Discovery (More Prologue Added)

Chapter 7 ~ Hermione Strikes Back

When Ron returned from the bathroom, he told Harry and Ginny he was going back to Hogwarts.

”Why? What’s wrong, Ron?” Harry answered, noticing how drawn the wizard looked.

”I just want to go, Harry,” Ron murmured. Then he walked unsteadily to the door and exited. Lavender watched him leave with a rather crooked smile.

She was going to make sure their little interlude got back to Hermione. Ron had been thoroughly ungrateful afterwards, telling her to get away from him and not to come near him again, but the dirty deed had been done and he had enjoyed it despite himself.

He Apparated back to Hogwarts, which was quite a dangerous thing to do while drunk. Splinching was a very real possibility when one was inebriated, but Ron was lucky. Usually, he and Harry got a broom ride from someone after a night out. There were plenty of people willing to help them get back to the castle safely.

Ron let himself in the gates, feeling horrible not only because of how much he drank, but because of what happened with Lavender. He was sure the witch was going to let Hermione know somehow. The only thing he could do, was tell Hermione first.

His heart sunk at the thought of it. Hermione was going to break up with him, he knew it. How in the world was he going to explain he got a blowjob he didn’t want from an old girlfriend? Hermione would never forgive him for that. Never.

Damn Lavender. He should have hit her or something. But Ron wasn’t into hitting witches. He stumbled through the main doors and walked up the main stairwell. Filch watched him from just inside the dungeon entrance. It was late, but a weekend so there was nothing he could do to the drunken wizard. He’d better be careful taking the shifting stairs, he could fall off and break his neck.

But Ron didn’t. He made it to Gryffindor tower and went straight to bed, not even bothering to disrobe. He lay there, thinking how to approach Hermione about this and have half a chance of keeping her.

Then, it came to him.

”Maybe—that’ll work,” he murmured, rolling over and falling asleep.

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“Harry? Harry, get up!”

Bleary-eyed and his mouth tasting like it was full of ashes, Harry rolled over in his bed, pulling the pillow over his head. He and Ginny came back to Hogwarts last night, Harry too lit to do anything other than sleep. Besides, Ginny’s Aunt Flo was visiting.

“Go ‘way,” he mumbled from under the pillow.

He was roughly shaken.

”Come on. Get up, Harry. You’re supposed to take me to get my wand and books and things,” Dudley said, frowning at the mass of bedcovers.

“Noooo,” Harry groaned, and was yanked half-way out of the bed by his cousin.

”Come on, Harry. You’ve got to shower and get your breakfast,” Dudley said.

Harry opened his crusty eyes and looked up at Dudley’s massive, sweat-suited form.

”Why are you even in here, Dudley? This is Gryffindor tower,” he complained.

Dudley waved his hand in front of his nose and stepped back from Harry. His breath stunk to high heaven.

”Phew!” the blond said, then, “Someone named Neville let me in, saying it was all right because I’m your cousin.”

”I’m going to kill him,” Harry said, sitting up on the side of the bed, hanging his head for a minute. He was dressed in just his scarlet boxers. He reached over to his nightstand, picked up his glasses, put them on and blinked up at Dudley, who stared back at him.

”It doesn’t look like the Three Broomsticks agrees with you, Harry. You’re a bloody mess,” Dudley observed, glad he hadn’t gone with him.

”I’ll be fine,” Harry said, standing up. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes.”

”Don’t forget to brush your teeth,” Dudley said, screwing up his face.

Harry walked toward the bathroom and looked over at Ron’s empty bed. They shared a room.

”Hm. I wonder where Ron is?” he murmured to himself as he entered the bathroom.

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Ron was downstairs in the common room with Hermione. He had woken up early, showered and dressed, then asked one of the witches to go and get her. Hermione was in her pink housecoat and slippers, looking very sleepy.

”What is it, Ron?” she asked him with a yawn. “It’s so early. You must not have drank much last night.”

Ron brought her over to the sofa, sat her down then sat down next to her.

”Hermione, I want your opinion about something,” he said to her carefully.

There was something in Ron’s face that made Hermione wake up.

”What is it?” she asked him.

”Okay, here’s the situation. Imagine a witch was out with friends, at the Three Broomsticks. Her boyfriend wasn’t with her, but he trusted her and didn’t mind her going out alone . . . “

Hermione nodded.

”Now, an old boyfriend was there, and he tried to move in on her, but she told him to leave her alone and she was involved with someone else, and he seemed to back off. So, she enjoyed herself, and maybe had a little too much to drink . . .”

Hermione nodded.

”Now, she goes into the bathroom and this guy follows her. She doesn’t know it until he’s in there with her, and he tells her he’s going to do something nice for her and pushes her into a bathroom stall . . .

“Oh my gods,” Hermione breathed, “did this happen, Ron?”

”Just listen. He pushes her into the stall and she’s pleading with him to stop, but he doesn’t, and he starts to . . . you know, and . . . and she starts to like it. He does it, then he leaves and she feels awful about it. She didn’t want to do it, but he started and she just . . . . just got into it for the moment . . . did she cheat on her boyfriend?”

”No! That was rape, Ron. She was drunk and he forced himself on her. She wasn’t in her right state of mind,” Hermione declared.

”Even if she liked it?” Ron asked Hermione, his eyes sober.

”Even if for a moment, she did. She still didn’t want him to do it in the first place, and the way she felt afterward shows she didn’t. No, she didn’t cheat on her boyfriend. The sex was non-consenual,” Hermione said. “Did this happen to someone, Ron? Were the Aurors called?”

Ron stared at Hermione for a moment, then swallowed.

“Hermione, what if this didn’t happen to a witch? What if—if it happened to a wizard? What if it happened—to me?”

Hermione stared at him.

”To you, Ron?” she said slowly, her belly tightening.

“Lavender,” he said, his eyes becoming wet.

Hermione was silent for several minutes, then she asked, “You had sex with Lavender, Ron?”

”No,” he replied quickly. “Not sex, Hermione . . . but she—she—“

Ron couldn’t bring himself to say it. Not to Hermione. His shoulders slumped and he looked down at the floor. When he looked up again, Hermione had her wand pointed at his forehead.

”Legilimens,” she hissed.

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Lavender Brown was seated in the Great Hall, eating her breakfast when Hermione entered, pulling the doors wide and stalking through. Her curly hair was tightly pulled to her head, and braided in one single braid, which was rolled tightly to the nape of her neck. She wore loose-fitting jeans and a tee shirt. Her face was glistening as if it had been oiled. The expression on her face was angry and determined.

Snape looked up at her. It was early and there weren’t many students and he was the only staff member there. Saturday mornings were late mornings. It was only about eight o’clock. Why was Miss Granger dressed in such a manner? He looked down at her feet.

She was barefoot.

”What in the world . . .” Snape thought, then rose as Hermione walked up to Lavender Brown and sucker punched her in the side of the head, knocking her off the bench.

”YOU BITCH!” Hermione cried, leaping on the fallen, dazed and screaming witch.

”Fight! Fight!” the few students who were at breakfast yelled, jumping up and moving closer to see better.

Lavender tried to fight the smaller witch, but Hermione was furious, her fingers locked in Lavender’s hair as she dragged her down the aisle, shaking her like a rat.

”How dare you!” Hermione screamed, letting go of her hair and kicking Lavender in the face, before jumping on her again, pummeling her.

”Stop it! Let me go!” Lavender shrieked, clawing at Hermione’s face, but her nails did no damage because of the oil on it. Hermione punched her in the eye, then started choking her, Lavender grasping at her wrists.

Suddenly Hermione was ripped away from her victim. She fought furiously to get back at her.

”Miss Granger! Have you gone insane?” Snape bellowed at her as she swung at him wildly. Lavender stood up and tried to hit Hermione while Snape had her, but Hermione kicked her in the stomach as soon as she got close enough.

”Miss Brown, go to the infirmary this instant!” Snape yelled at the bent over witch. Her nose was bleeding profusely and her eye was swelling up. Lavender limped past Hermione, who took another swing at her. Snape yanked her back.

”What in the world is wrong with you, attacking Miss Brown in that manner?” Snape hissed, shaking the witch until she stopped struggling.

”It’s personal,” Hermione said, glowering at the main doors as if she could see Lavender beyond them.

”Well, personal or not, you are going to tell me what the hell is going on here. The Headmistress is away for the weekend, so I am in charge. Now, come with me, you little hellion.”

Holding Hermione securely by one arm, Snape ushered her out of the staff entrance.

”Wow,” Neville said to the other students. “I didn’t know Hermione could fight like that. She kicked Lavender’s arse.”

Draco Malfoy was in complete awe.

”I wonder what brought that on?” he mused.

He was certainly going to find out. He left the Great Hall and headed for the infirmary to get the dirt.

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”You mean to tell me, this—this melee was over Mr. Weasley?” Snape said incredulously. They were in his office.

”Yes. Lavender had no business forcing herself on him that way, when he clearly told her no,” Hermione seethed.

”Obviously, he wasn’t forceful enough, Miss Granger,” Snape said. “If he truly wanted her to stop, he could have made her. A wizard is much stronger than a witch.”

”He was drunk, and he’d never manhandle a witch,” Hermione said in Ron’s defense.

Snape sneered at her.

”I’ve seen him manhandle you on a number of occasions, Miss Granger, carrying you through the halls slung over his shoulder like a bag of rock cakes,” he replied.

”That’s different. I—I like that,” she said, slightly embarrassed.

Snape studied her, but didn’t comment.

”You will be punished for your actions, Miss Granger, but I am going to let the Headmistress handle it, being she is female. I have no idea what punishment I should give you for—catfighting over a wizard. But I must say I am surprised. I never took you for a brawler.”

”It depends what the situation is,” Hermione replied. “She put her hands on Ron, so I put my hands on her.”

Snape shook his head. Teenagers. Dear Merlin.

”There are to be NO further altercations between you and Miss Brown, Miss Granger, or I will recommend expulsion. Surely, your Mr. Weasley isn’t worth that,” he said to her, arching an eyebrow at Hermione.

His dark eyes drifted downward. Her tee shirt was torn across her taut little belly, and he could see her navel. It was an inny.

Hermione murmured something.

”What?” Snape snapped at her, looking at her greased face now.

”No, I don’t want to get expelled. I kicked her arse, anyway,” Hermione said.

”Twenty points from Gryffindor for language, Miss Granger,” Snape hissed. “Now get back to Gryffindor tower and make yourself presentable, for gods’ sakes.”

Hermione sullenly left Snape’s office.

Snape just shook his head.

”Unbelievable,” he breathed, scowling at the closed door.

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A/N: I didn’t include everything I wanted to in this chapter. The fight scene took over. Lololol. Hermione fights like a black girl. (I wonder why. Snert) Greased face, hair tied back, barefoot. She was ready, wasn’t she? This was really fun to write. OOC, but still fun. Lol. Thanks for reading.