Hello! It's Dayaja here with a new Harry Potter fic! Well it's HG/BZ hope you enjoy!

Hermione looked behind her on the dark city street only to see her fear was once again pointless- nobody was following her. She started walking again only to hear footsteps behind her. She whirled around, nothing there. She started to run as fear gripped her heart in its icy cold grasp. The footsteps she had been hearing increased their tempo, the person was catching up with her. A scream tore free from her throat as she was thrown roughly to the wall and she found herself looking into merciless gray eyes. Platinum blond hair shone in the pale moonlight but she had known whom it was even before she had started running. He had found her.

Draco gripped her arm tightly as he threw her to the ground in the back alley. She was screaming and thrashing about and they brought a sadistic smirk to his pale lips. He flipped her onto her back and she gazed up at him with tearful and scared brown eyes only making him laugh cruelly.

Hermione kicked at him with all her might but the blows seemed to just glance off. He would take what he wanted and then he would just leave her to live with it. All her life she had avoided men like him and now one would rape her. She closed her eyes so as not to see what was going to happen and bit her tongue to keep from giving him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her.

She would pay for ever tormenting him. He had wanted to take her from the very moment he had seen her but knew that while he was at Hogwarts that would be far to risky. Instead he would take her in the most undignified and dirty place possible and make her feel humiliated for all time. She had closed her eyes but he knew that there was pain and fear reflected in their chocolate brown depths. She had been so seemingly innocent but now she would be like almost every other girl he had met, a whore.

Her head throbbed and she resisted the urge to puke as he finally withdrew and got off of her. She heard his footsteps crunch in the gravel and waited a few moments before opening one eye and looking around. He was gone. She cried out in a low keening wail as her stomach emptied itself onto the gravel that she had recently occupied. Her back ached and bled from where rocks had imbedded in her tender skin. Her lower body was throbbing with an intense pain and she winced as she reached for her skirt and panties. His mouth had bruised her own as well as her neck and breasts.

Sticky blood coated her upper thighs and her stomach from where he had gotten a little rough. A little… that was an understatement. She thought as she pulled on her panties and skirt. She had nowhere she could go and nobody to turn to. She left her bra where it was as it hurt too much to have it digging into her back. Her light blue sweater was soon stained with blood but she didn’t care. All she wanted at the moment were comforting arms in which she could cry and find comfort but they were none left that she knew of.

Ron and Harry were both married and happy; therefore she could not go to them. Her parents had both just recently died in a tragic car accident so they were gone. Molly Weasly… no she would only tell Ron and she didn’t want Ron to know. She had nobody she could tell.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stumbled out of the alley and onto the darkened street. She walked unsteadily down the street with her arms around her shoulders trying her best to remain sane. It wasn’t fair, she hadn’t done anything terrible to Draco ever and he had done something so unforgivable to her. She hated him.

She closed her eyes and ran trying to forget about everything. Suddenly her foot caught on an upraised part of the sidewalk and she flew to the ground. The pain that shot through her was like fire. So intense and painful she screamed out and curled up in a ball on the ground. She felt strong arms encircle her body and relaxed against a strong chest. Slowly her eyes drifted closed and she fell asleep. She felt safe.

The smell of spices drifting around her body woke her up. She woke up and looked into deep brown eyes framed by dark, black, curly locks of pure silk she was sure. A concerned expression graced the features of the angel above her and she suddenly felt very scared. It was a male, a male Slytherin.

She started to struggle and the brown eyes that were gazing down at her with such concern widened. “Whoa, Hermione calm down.” He placed a gentle hand on her arm and gently pushed her back.

“Blaise? Blaise Zabini?”

Well there we go... a tiny bit of a cliffie for you. Hope you enjoyed!