And the Sun Stood Still
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. If I did Draco and Snape would be in my bed…yum.
If a man happens to meet a virgin who is not pledged to be married and rapes her and they are discovered, he shall pay the girl's father fifty shekels of silver. He must marry the girl, for he has violated her. He can never divorce her as long as he lives.
-Deuteronomy 24:28
Chapter 1-
Draco stared at her. Her caramel curls whipped around her slim shoulders like a willows branches. Her beauty was the talk of the village males. Unlike the rest of the village's female population, Hermione's beauty seemed to glow. It was so natural. Elegant. He had seen the way the Weasley males adored her. And Potter followed her like a smitten puppy. He wanted her. No one else could touch her. He wanted her innocence. If she wouldn't give it to him willingly, he would take what belonged to him.
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Hermione's knees were aching up a storm. She'd been picking herbs for her parents since dawn. Her stubborn curls refused to stay in their tie, flying around her face. With her basket nearly full, Hermione stood and nearly stumbled as her knees cracked. Hermione slowly walked to the top of the sparkly wooded hill and let her knees give way. She groaned and straightened her legs, letting the blood circulate back to her cramped limbs. She gazed down the hill at her little village. Home. A divided home.
The village of Gryffindor lay between the land of two ruling families, the Malfoys and the Parkinsons. Two houses of pig-headed nobles. They were powerful, but were limited by the village Elders. Hermione smiled at the thought of the Elders. Elder Dumbledore and Elder McGonagall were two crazy lovebirds. They skirted around each other, but everyone noticed. Elder McGonagall had taken Hermione on as an apprentice of sorts. Hermione's own parents were the village Healers. They weren't rich by any mean, but they weren't poor.
Hermione stretched and slowly stood. Harry and Ron would come looking for her if she didn't appear soon. She shook her head at the thought of her two best friends. Harry Potter was Gryffindor's wonder child. His parents had been murdered when he was an infant, but the identity of the murderer was still a mystery. Harry was Dumbledore's student, yet treated him like the son he never had. Harry was a boy of good deeds. He was always there to help out. That was what drew Hermione to him. His kindness and sparkling eyes. He was her brother.
Ronald Weasley she had confusing feelings for. On one hand he was a great friend, on the other he was more. They had been friends since infancy. Her parents had delivered all the Weasley children. All seven hooligans. Ron had been her first kiss. It had been awkward and they never repeated it. Ron was impatient and idiotic, but he was a loyal friend. She loved badgering him.
Hermione tread down the hill towards the village. Tonight was the Autumn Festival. She was so excited to taste all the pies and jams. She had waited to see if Ron would man up and ask her to the dance. He only talked about the food his mother was preparing. Pig. With a sigh Hermione clutched her basket and made her way around the trees.
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God, just being behind her and watching her walk was too much for him. Did she know what she did to him? They never really had a real conversation. He didn't deserve to talk to her. Didn't deserve to hear her melodic voice. He didn't deserve it, but he would take it. She would be his.
Draco stood and quietly crept up on his angel. Smacking a hand over her mouth, he pulled her to the ground. She screamed silently. Draco pushed his nose into her curls and let her scent wash over him. Arouse him. Only him. He ground himself into her bottom. He groaned. She felt so good. He flipped them over and pushed her back into the ground as he sat on her pelvis.
Her eyes were wide and tears threatened to trickle down her cheek. Draco felt a pang of regret, but pushed it aside. She had to know who she belonged to. Keeping his hand over her mouth he leaned down.
"Only you."
And he took her.