The Hogwarts Library was usually a sanctuary for Hermione Granger. A place where she could lose herself in the magic of books and knowledge. But tonight, as she packed up her belongings, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
She glanced up from her bag and spotted Harry Potter, skulking around the library like a guilty schoolboy. Hermione raised an eyebrow, calling out to him, "What are you doing here, Potter? Afraid you'll fail your next Auror exam without a little late-night cramming?"
Harry shifted awkwardly, mumbling something about needing to find a quiet place to study. Hermione rolled her eyes, "Save it, Harry. I'm not buying it. You're up to something, and I doubt it has anything to do with Charms or Transfiguration."
Harry looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and determination. He took a step towards her, and Hermione tensed up, her eyes narrowing. "Harry, don't you dare," she warned, but he ignored her, continuing to advance.
Hermione tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He pinned her down on the table, his body pressing against hers. "Harry, stop it!" Hermione insisted, her voice shaking. "This isn't funny, and it's definitely not consensual."
Harry ignored her protests, his hands starting to wander. Hermione tried to fight back, but it was no use. She glared at him, her eyes filled with anger and disgust. "You're a pig, Harry. A filthy, entitled pig."
Harry paused, looking hurt. "But... you've always wanted me, Hermione. I know you have."
Hermione scoffed, "Wanted you? Ha! I may have had a crush on you once, but that was a long time ago. You're not the hero I thought you were, Potter. You're just a selfish, arrogant boy who thinks he can take what he wants."
Harry looked at her, his expression softening. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Hermione pushed him away, sitting up and straightening her clothes. "Just... go. And don't ever try something like that again."
Harry slunk away, leaving Hermione alone in the library. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She couldn't believe what had just happened. How could Harry, of all people, do something like that?
She shook her head, gathering her things and heading out of the library. She needed to get some fresh air, clear her head. She couldn't believe that the boy she had once admired had turned out to be such a disappointment.
As she walked through the castle, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and anger. She had always thought of Harry as a true Gryffindor, brave and chivalrous. But now, she wasn't so sure.
She made her way to the Gryffindor common room, where she found her friends Ron and Lavender. They could tell that something was wrong, and Hermione reluctantly told them what had happened.
Ron's face turned red with anger, and he immediately wanted to confront Harry. But Hermione held him back, telling him that it wasn't worth it. Harry wasn't worth their time or energy.
Lavender, on the other hand, was shocked and disappointed. She had always thought of Harry as a heartthrob, but now, she saw him in a different light.
The three of them talked for a while longer, before Hermione excused herself to go to bed. She needed some rest, some time to process what had happened.
As she lay in her bed, she couldn't help but think about Harry. She wondered if he regretted what he had done, or if he even thought it was wrong.
She sighed, turning over and trying to fall asleep. But sleep wouldn't come. She was too wound up, too angry.
She knew that she would have to face Harry again, sooner or later. But for now, she was content to avoid him, to pretend that nothing had happened.
As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her and Harry. Would they ever be able to move past this, or would their friendship be forever ruined? Only time would tell.
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