"Damn it, Hermione! We've done it before, why won't you let me touch you anymore?" Ronald Weasly shouted furiously at his petrified girlfriend, Hermione Granger. Hermione was not the nerdy bookworm that she once was; she was now a voluptuous eighteen year old with lilywhite skin and long russet hair that she magically colored to be platinum blonde on the underside. She stood tall at 5'8 with a slender, athletic build, although she rarely exercised and detested running.
"Ronald, I don't feel right when I'm with you. I've told you before and I'll tell you one last time, I'm not going to sleep with you."
Ron towered over her, trying to force himself upon her. Hermione did the only thing she could think of; she punched him in the groin with all her might and hauled ass out of the Gryffindor common room. She was fast when she had to be. She caught the attention of many students as she ran past them, a blur of grey uniform. Hermione ran until she couldn't breathe anymore, and only then did she stop to observe her surroundings: she was deep in the cavernous dungeons of the school. Suddenly footsteps could be heard echoing from the stairwell above. Hermione jerked the nearest door open and stepped in, obviously frightened that Ron had followed her. She quickly snapped the door shut and leaned her back against it in relief.
'Shit, I barely dodged that fucker!' she thought to herself as she glanced around the room. It was a beautiful bedroom with a queen-sized four-poster bed, a deep purple bedspread, ivory carpet, and ornate silver stenciling on the onyx walls. Hermione was taken aback by the utter convenience of the stunning room which must have been a teacher's quarters years ago.
'This is perfect.' Hermione decided, not wanting to have to face Ron again that night. Hermione was exhausted from her escape, and the enormous bed was looking awfully comfortable.
'Well, what the professors don't know won't hurt them,' she resolved as she kicked off her heeled boots and slipped out of her uniform; she could sleep in her undergarments for the night and use a cleaning spell on her used clothes in the morning. Hermione drifted into a pleasant slumber, dreaming of a place where Ron could never find her.