Hello there! First of all, I want to thank my beautiful and patient beta, Alex [ ], a devoted Harmonian, for her help and willing to come with me into this hell of a story XD This is the english version of Entre Luz y Sombras, written almost 5 years ago.

But before you start reading I have to warn you: it contains violence, rape, strong lenguage and adult situations. If you don't have a resistant stomach you may not be able to bare with this fic. Maybe you're all going to hate me at first, and some of you may cry even, but not everything is that bad. I won't spoil it giving details.

You've been warned!

Chapter 1.

Hermione looked lonely from the window in her room. The darkness of the night on the castle overwhelmed her thoughts. It was the last week of March and the snow had melted, announcing that spring had come, but Hermione really didn't care that much.

Right on Christmas Day there was a surprise ambush on her family home. Her family died and Hermione Granger was barely alive, she was found by members of the Order of the Phoenix. Her parents, like Crookshanks, perished in the flames enveloped in the home she grew up in. That was the day she lost everything ... except her friends.

At the beginning of seventh year, Harry and Hermione were chosen by the appointed Headmistress of Hogwarts: Minerva McGonagall. Hermione remembered that her parents had shown immense pleasure and pride that their daughter was awarded with such honor in such a famous magical school.

Now it didn't even matter.

She and Ron helped Harry to destroy the Horcruxes. Hermione insisted on going to Hogwarts instead of running around only Merlin knows where looking for something they could only imagine and without any kind of clue on to where to start. Weighing the pros and cons of the task, Harry had to agree with her because in fact, Dumbledore left him with nothing tangible to work with. Deciding that Hermione's reasoning had a lot of sense, Ron, Hermione and him would go back for their seventh year at Hogwarts but not without talking first with the now Headmistress McGonagall and to ensure themselves that they'd need to go in and out of the school grounds… with no questions asked. They could do it once they were free to roam thanks to the facilities that Professor McGonagall gave them, even though she had no idea why they were absent at times, Dumbledore's portrait insisted the task had to be done, despite McGonagall's arguments.

After a lot of trips in which almost every time, one or two of them, sometimes even all three, returned injured there were now only two pieces left to destroy: the soul of Voldemort and Nagini, his snake.

A great battle was fought in mid-February at Hogwarts; Neville killing the snake and Voldemort was killed by Harry, once and for all. Of course, Harry had to be rushed to the hospital. After being weakened and wounded, he lost consciousness.

There had been changes between the three, especially when Ron realized that someone else had caught his attention: Luna Lovegood. When Hermione noticed this, she was glad for him. She even supported him because she had realized that what she felt between them was no more than a devoted friendship and Hermione loved someone else herself...

Harry and Ginny resumed their friendship. Both had agreed that there was nothing to go on, but continue to be friends. Unconsciously, Hermione felt an immense relief.

But in his convalescence, Harry was assisted by none other than Cho Chang.

She was present at the battle and as she was studying to be a healer, offered herself to take care of Harry for the three days he stayed in the hospital and to help Madame Pomfrey. Cho's attentions made Harry recover from his injuries and dehydration. Night and day she'd be there at Harry's side. Three days in the infirmary and along the rest of the casualties in the same ward and McGonagall announced a funeral for the fallen students, Harry supported by Cho, as if she were and extension of him, his shadow, and he seemed comfortable at her side.

From there on everything changed.

Hermione, sadly, noticed how Harry walked away from her so quickly, detached from her presence as if she never existed when before the battle against Voldemort he had behaved differently, almost affectionate towards her. Hermione liked to think that, perhaps, Harry looked at her in a new light ... maybe he felt something stronger than friendship. But when Cho came, Harry almost forgot all about Hermione. As soon as March began, Harry and Cho announced they got engaged.

It was at that moment when Hermione seemed to vanish in front of everyone ... and no one noticed that her heart shattered. It was then she realized that what she felt for Harry was so hard it hurt. How much was given, at last, that she loved Harry ... and that her dreams took flight, never to return.

Harry looked so happy - his footsteps were cheerful and jovial - and that increasingly demoralized her. But being as she was, she never showed her feelings. Hermione suppressed her pain and took refuge in the library or in her room, cloistered herself as much as she could. As the Head boy and Head girl they had their own room and common room, Hermione could put a silencing charm around her room and unleash the pain that threatened with the reveal of that little secret.

Tonight, staring into the darkness outside from her seat by the window, a single tear fell down her cheek. No crying, no moaning, no weeping around ... it was just the tears that burned and screams that demanded to get unleashed, which seemed to slowly roll on her porcelain skin...

What seemed strange to her was that the rest of her classmates were also indifferent towards her, as if she were no longer important. But no, not at all strange: Ron and Luna became ever closer like Ginny and Neville. Harry spent his time concentrating on writing to Cho on weekdays and weekends she visited with permission from McGonagall. Hermione tried to understand them, even if it hurt their behavior.

A month before leaving on vacation, and one week to present the NEWTS, there was a Hogsmeade weekend and all went to visit the 'The Three Broomsticks'. Of course, Cho Chang waited there for Harry and when they arrived, the girl rushed to him and kissed him in front of those who were already placidly having their drinks. But that did not matter either to Harry or Cho. It's exactly what they expected, giving a show to anyone who was around.

Hermione was already used to seeing these demonstrations of affection of the couple, and the others, although they were more discreet, smiled as usual. And she was alone. It hurt to know that no one took care, not a little bit. She wished to be Cho Chang at that moment.

After a while, seeing herself terribly bored (not to say that her heart was breaking a little bit more watching that all of them were coupled except for her), she decided to pay her only butterbeer and went out silently. She did not say goodbye to anyone because the last time she did none of them took notice, and thought it best not to interfere with their leisure time.

She was so overwhelmed with sadness and thought that walking back to the castle instead of getting into a carriage would help clear her mind. Sighing, she walked back to the area of the castle, but at certain point on the way she decided to take a different path directly into the woods. Instead of going straight to the shelter of her room, where she knew that nothing and nobody would see or hear her no matter what, Hermione walked into the Forbidden Forest with slow and heavy steps. She couldn't recall a sadder walk but those into her favorite space: a bench by the Black Lake surrounded by thick trees, a little out of the castle and far from Hagrid's hut. She ventured into the woods walking for more than fifteen minutes and found her favorite place where she sat contemplating the picture of that dark little clearing she found a while ago.

Although there was still sun, the thickness of the trees and branches and leaves almost left nothing but small space for a few rays of light reflecting on the surface of the water, like small hopes, as if nature could give some advice if one would look hard enough.

Once settled on the bank of small stones, she looked around her: nature. There was something comforting about it. It was the feeling that, though her life seemed to mean nothing, the life around her radiated some well needed energy.

Sighs were all that escaped her mouth, but her mind did nothing but wonder what was next.

That was the only question she could mentally ask because immediately her wand flew through the air and made a small leap out of her reach. A cold laugh was what made her turn and realized that there was someone behind.

"How odd for you to be alone, Mudblood!" somebody screamed.

It was Draco Malfoy. At his comment Hermione heard the snickering of Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Nott.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione asked irritated.

"I could ask you the same ... but to me it's obvious that you're here because no one listens to you ... everyone abandoned you. Your friends don't care anymore. They realize you're worthless," said Malfoy walking towards her while the others surrounded her. Hermione couldn't help but feel scared. Not only was she alone, but unarmed and far from help. She just looked at the blonde with contempt, trying to cover her growing fear.

"You still have not told me why you're here."

"I will not answer to someone as inferior," Draco Malfoy snarled playing with Hermione's wand in one hand.

"Give me my wand" Hermione demanded extending a hand.

"Why do you want it? People like you shouldn't have one."

"I order you to give my wand back," she said in a hard tone.

"You're no one to order me, filthy Mudblood!" And with this, Draco slapped her in the face with his wand. Instantly a red line appeared on her left cheek. The strike left her seeing little lights behind her eyelids and felt someone behind her holding her arms. Hermione struggled to free herself, but seeing who had fastened her arms had not yielded even a little, the others laughed.

"Let go of me!" Hermione screamed. Malfoy grabbed her hair forcefully making her head stop moving. A small grunt of pain mixed with anger spat out of her mouth.

"Now, now, Granger," said Malfoy in cool and calm tone, "if you behave like a good girl, I promise it won't hurt."

This frightened her instantly. She thought he wanted to humiliate her, something that could easily ignore, but never thought she'd heard the word 'hurt'.

"Hurt? What do you mean? What do you want?"

"I'll make you a big favor." Malfoy said bringing his face close to hers. "I've noticed that your friends do not need you and therefore ignore you ... I've noticed how you look at Potter. Too bad he no longer remembers you. Who's going to care about someone as insignificant as you? In the end, he chose someone better."

"Harry is my friend," Hermione argued in grunts of pain. Malfoy grabbed her hair harder and Crabbe and Goyle, who had her arms, tightened when she tried to escape again. The Slytherin just let out audible laughter at the predicament of the girl.

"I think you wanted something more than friendship ... however I can fix that," he says with a leer and small chuckle.

"What do you mean?"

"I recently had an epiphany ... I feel sorry to know that nobody likes you or notice you. So what I do is an act of mercy towards you," he smirks.

Draco Malfoy kept his wand and tossed up Hermione's, she watches as it got lost in the bushes. With horror, the girl saw the blonde's hands touching her hair and neck, slowly down to the buttons of her shirt. The boy's hands rubbing on her skin caused a tremor that shook her stomach in fear. Nott came at Hermione's ear and whispered:

"Malfoy said that we're going to show you our mercy," with this, Malfoy tore her blouse, exposing her bra to the cool evening air. She gasped and the next thing she knew was that she was on the floor. They had dropped their arms but they tied her wrists above her head. They tied the other end of the rope to a nearby tree.

Hermione had fallen silent. She did not know what was happening, but the fear that the violence was larger than any she'd felt. She trembled.

"Relax, Mudblood" said Malfoy as he took off his own shirt and unbuttoned his trousers. "In the end this is just a good deed. Who would want to make love to you?"

Hermione then realized what they meant. She opened her mouth to scream but Zabini pointed his wand and the silencing spell hit her square in her chest. As much as she opened and closed her mouth screaming for help, not a sound was audible, as she saw Malfoy knelt beside her shirtless, with a stroke of a wand, the bra was ripped off in half. The blonde removed the garment took it out of the way to see that Hermione's breasts instantly hardened. The boy's hands went straight to her, his thumbs and forefingers played with her nipples. Hermione could not move. Fear had paralyzed her. She looked at the others who, in turn, admired her naked chest with looks of lust and madness.

While Malfoy caressed her, Zabini knelt at her side and removed her skirt to the eager eyes of the boys. After that, all she felt was horror, horror at its best. Hands. Wrong hands touched every part she hid of her body as she heard the dirty malicious comments and laughter.

Her breathing was rapid and elaborate. She would be tarnished. She had dreamed that one day would be delivered with love and passion, her body would enjoy together with her love, one in a deep and intimate act, not forced and vulgar.

Soon the only thing that was on her knees with his pants below the thighs was Malfoy, as he opened the girl's legs and positioned between them. Draco Malfoy put most of his weight on Hermione and hovered swiftly to her ear.

"You'll like this," Malfoy whispered. "How many can say they have the honor of opening their legs to a Malfoy? Although this may be because I feel sorry for you," Hermione closed her eyes silently prayed as she felt the head pushing in. "I'm going to make you a woman ... and I must admit that you aren't as bad... for a Mudblood." Hermione had shouted with all the force of her being but her vocal chords emitted nothing. Malfoy penetrated her hard causing her narrow cavity- opening for him in agonizing pain. Almost immediately the tears fell out of her eyes as she silently gasped at such an invasion.

At the same time, the blond growled with pleasure but ended as she panted. Not caring if it hurt or not, Malfoy began to move inside her as his mouth took possession of her breasts, licking and biting them with fervor, in and out of it quickly. Hermione could only see him, but the pain was increasing and this made her close her eyes. She just heard and felt. After a while of listening to another cheer, Malfoy gave one last painful lunge, raising a cry when he came inside her.

The blonde came out and stood up. Hermione thought it was over but she was wrong. The pain made her close her legs, but when she felt other hands opening them again by force, Hermione saw Zabini smile sarcastically. He waited a minute and heavily penetrated her.

One by one they took turns. One by one defiled her body like a tramp. Without the slightest remorse dispatched of her so painful and vulgar and she was there unable to even ask for help or even struggling. It was useless and she knew it.

Every minute that passed was agony and sadness. She was disgusted and repugnant to those bastards toying with her body. Hermione could not fight. They were stronger and the will of the girl had collapsed. All of them ejaculated inside her, whispering dirty words in her ear, on her delicate body sweating and panting like beasts.

When it finally ended, they released one of her wrists and Hermione immediately put a hand on her soaked sex and her other arm covered her breasts crying quietly on the floor in a fetal position, listening to the Slytherin congratulate each other as if what they did was worthy of admiration.

"Just one question, Malfoy," spoke Nott, "don't you think we're going to get in trouble for this?"

Malfoy chuckled. Hermione felt someone beside her and lifted her face to see who it was. The blonde looked at her standing with indifference.

"No," Draco Malfoy quietly claimed. , "I do not even think she dares to say something to anyone. Anyway who's going to believe her? McGonagall? No... That would be humiliating for her ... say that a Slytherin did her the favor ... nobody would believe her. That would mark and label her for the rest of her life. It'd be a shame ... and whether you try, pretend dementia ... or better yet," here Malfoy smirked "if she says something, Potter will be responsible ... No! Better than that, if you say a single word about this something unfortunate may happen to Potter." Hermione opened her eyes frightened and Malfoy finally realized that his words took effect. "Who knows ... maybe, for some strange reason, Potter has an accident on the train." Cold laughs accompanied the obvious threat. "Come. We must keep going before curfew and I'm starving."

With that, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott and Zabini started walking calmly through from where they arrived, leaving behind a devastated Hermione lying on the dirt. For her, the threat was quite clear and was sure of saying nothing. She wouldn't jeopardize Harry's welfare for anything.

However, to say nothing was the least of her problems. Harry was above all and yet the pain of her body and dignity had been reduced to the creature writhing on the stone bench by the lake.

How much time had passed? Hermione ignored it. She could not get up. Moving cost her immense pain. Yet she had been hanging there since the Slytherin's abandoned her. Almost in tow, and after much searching, found her wand and healed her wounds, dressed and limped back to the castle. The lights were off: everyone slept. She hid under the disillusionment charm, taking the task of returning to her room at a slow pace.

It took her a long time to reach Head boy and girl's common room and, after giving the password to the portrait that closed the entrance, she walked in silently.

When she climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she heard strange noises coming from Harry's room. Hermione stopped to listen carefully.

As if a cold iron hand crumpled her heart, Hermione gasped when she could define the sounds that were getting louder: praying to the night and the moon ...moans of pleasure and joy ... screams rose from the voice of Cho Chang. Harry's name ...

Feeling's about to break, she hurried up to reach the safety of her room as quiet as possible, covering her mouth with one hand choking sobs of sadness. When Hermione entered, the first thing she did was silence the entire room and was already crying while walking into her private bathroom, filled the tub, took off her dirty clothes and threw them firelight.

She plunged into the hot water in the tub and there, crying, let out all she had in her since the death of his parents. Hermione shouted, screamed, and moaned. The pain, helplessness, and loneliness captured and wrapped her like a vivid nightmare. Something in her had broken and there was no way to fix it.

- TO BE CONTINUED -

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