She was back in the Hogwarts library. It was evening and her dress was wrinkled and torn, her skin crawling from the assault she had just barely managed to escape from. She was panting with fear, her skin crawling from his touch, the things he'd said to her. The Yule Ball continued merrily on downstairs in the Great Hall, Cormac McLaggen was in McGonagall's office getting the scolding of his life, and she was there trapped with the last person in the world she wanted to be alone with.