Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter or the Characters and I doubt I own the plot.
Ok this is my first story so I'm not expecting it to be anything special but I promise I WILL get better! Anyway here we go.
Hermione rushed in through the doors of the great hall and bolted down the length of the Gryffindor table. She skidded to a halt between Ron and Harry, who were just getting up to look for her. "Sorry I'm late guys I slept in I thought it was just a regular Saturday." Her friends both gave her strange looks. "Hermione," said Ron cautiously, "its your 7th year at Hogwarts now, which means you've been going to Hogsmede for 4 years. Don't you think you should be used to the dates by now?" Harry looked at Ron incredulously. "Wow math on the weekend" he said "I'm impressed! Anyway what's up Hermione?" he asked in a concerned voice. "Nothing honest, I'm just really tired, I spent all last night revising my History notes." Her friends gave her another odd look, this time she knew they were wondering why on earth she was studying on a Friday night. She waved her hand impatiently and looked around at their classmates making their ways to the doors. "Look I'm starved so you guys start walking and I'll catch up after I have some Breakfast." She instructed, subtly dismissing them. The two boys shrugged and went to join the line of people to have their names marked off by Filch. As soon as they were gone Hermione sat down and loaded her plate with the food remaining on the table.
Later that morning, Hermione walked briskly through the clean fresh air. Winter was approaching and although it was slightly cool for her liking, the morning was crisp and she decided it was one very fine day. Walking along by herself she noticed more and sort of appreciated everything that was happening around her, it was very…soothing. She made a mental note to take time out and do something by herself more often, when she heard a noise close behind her.
She started to turn but a large hand clamped firmly over her mouth stopped her. Her eyes widened in shock and terror. She tried to scream because she couldn't think what else to do. Her muffled noise was rewarded with something pressing hard into her back causing stinging tears to spring to her eyes. Hermione's captor dragged her unceremoniously over to the right where a little shed was concealed by massive trees and overgrown bushes. She was pushed roughly inside and she heard her captor close the door and lock it. As soon as she regained her balance Hermione started to run. She couldn't see where she was going or if the man was following her, all she knew was that she had to get away from him fast. Something shattered against her left shoulder and she was knocked to the ground with the force of the contact. Her head landed in a position where she could see the pieces of Terracotta pot scattered around her.
The man lifted her harshly by her wrists and ankles and carried her writhing body to the far corner where a mound of blankets were stacked untidily to make what looked like a make-shift bed. He threw her down but Hermione sat up quickly and tried to break free but a foul tasting piece of material was shoved into her mouth and tied at the back of her neck. She choked on it and briefly wondered what could taste so bad, until she saw the ripped up curtain lying on some nearby pots. Before she knew what was happening she felt that large hand on her chest, pushing her down so head rested uncomfortably on a lumpy pillow.
The man twisted her arms around and pinned them above her head while he used his other hand to push up her shirt. Desperately, Hermione tried to kick him but he was sitting heavily on her thighs and her flailing legs did nothing. In no time at all Hermione was lying defenseless in her underwear. The man was fiddling with the clasp of her bra while she squirmed in vain. She heard the man growl in frustration and felt him release her wrists to get a better angle on the stubborn clasp. Hermione struggled and fought as hard as she could and for a second she thought she might have a chance of getting away, but the man was just too strong for her. For the first time she heard the man speak in a low, gruff voice. "You look so beautiful with your hair out…and when you're angry too." Then she felt something cool and hard (which looked suspiciously like a curtain rod) come in contact with the side of her face. It only stung for a moment and she was unconscious before she could feel any real pain.