Disclaimer: None of it is mine. Obviously.

A/N: Okay, I feel it is my duty to inform you that this fic will have it's "M-Rated" moments. Feel warned, there is sexual content, including rape, in here. If you don't like it, don't feel comfortable with it, don't feel like you can handle it, then leave now. Don't blame me if you start crying and saying "Why didn't she tell me!". Well, I did. You've been warned. Otherwise, enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

The Forbidden Forest

The library was dark … too dark for comfort.

I sat alone at a table towards the back of the room, though it didn't really matter where I sat. There was no one around for me to be bothered by.

Madam Pince had left early tonight; lucky for me, she trusted me enough to be left in the library alone. From what she had told me, she locked the doors, only to ensure my safety. She left me with a clear warning as well.

"Hermione, If you let anyone else in, I will know; and there will be severe consequences."

I don't have to worry. I only need the books for an hour or so; Professor Snape had set an incredibly difficult essay that required much research, some of which I had to explore the Restricted Section for. Poor Ron and Harry … they're going to feel sorry for not coming with me to research when they had the chance. Snape won't be too pleased with their lack of effort.

Suddenly, I heard a noise. I jumped. I turned my head quickly, but nothing was there. Shelf after shelf of books lay before me, each sheltered from my eyes. I tilted my chair back a little so I could see down the aisle; still, there was nothing.

What was that noise? It sounded like a scurry, as though something had moved.

I shrugged it off. It was probably just a rat … Hogwarts was full of them in the most unexpected places. I chuckled to myself. How could I worry about a rat with twelve inches of blank parchment sprawled out before me?

I turned back to my work, picking up a quill to start the introduction.

"Why is powered moonstone such a key ingredient when making the Draught of Peace potion?" I read aloud. It always seemed that if you read aloud, the words would travel to your brain quicker and allow you to comprehend the concept with more ease.

I suddenly remembered that I'd read something in Magical Drafts and Potions, by Arsenius Jigger. Something about powered moonstones. I quickly searched through the huge pile of books on the table in front of me; books that I thought would be helpful. And, lo and behold, Magical Drafts and Potions were among them. I skimmed through the pages until I found what I wanted: powdered moonstones.

"Ah ha!" I cried triumphantly. Sure enough, the uses of the ingredient were listed, and, fortunately for me, the Draught of Peace potion was used as an example. I grinned as I began to write, feeling satisfied that I'd found the answer.

CRASH!

I screamed; a small scream. Clutching my heart, I stood up. The quill dropped from my hand. It hit the floor, but the thud sounded distant. The sound of the crash still rang through my ears. What was that?

I cleared my throat. My heart raced.

"Who's there?" I called out. I didn't realize it, but my hands were trembling.

Silence was the only answer that came to me.

I didn't like this one bit. Was it Peeves? Peeves doesn't usually break things and not say anything, though. No, he prefers to take credit for his destructiveness. Was it another ghost? Maybe. But I knew one thing for sure; I didn't want to stay to find out.

Quickly, I gathered my things together, not even bothering to return the books that I had been leafing through.

Suddenly a black figure passed behind me, swift as a bolt of lightning. I only saw it out of the corner of my eye, but I swear it was there. I turned quickly, dropping everything in my hands to the ground. Once again, there was nothing to be seen. That shadow had not been a ghost though, that was certain.

A student. It had to be a student. Who cares if the door to the library was locked? A simple Allohamora charm and anyone wishing entrance would be granted it.

"Harry." I called out timidly. I gripped the edge of the table with both hands as I peered down the aisle leading to the exit. "Ron. This isn't funny!"

No reply. It couldn't be Harry and Ron. Sure, they were childish, and they could be immature at times, but they would never pull such a cruel prank.

Forget my things. I was getting out of there. I began walking down the passageway, towards the exit. But the closer I got, the more dread began to surpass me. I quickened my pace; soon enough, I was running. Once I hit the door, I turned the handle; it was unlocked. Terrified, I pulled the door open and stepped out of the library, not even bothering to close it behind me. I didn't stop running, either. I ran, ran down the Charms corridor, down three flights of stairs, through the Main Corridor on the first floor, and across the Entrance Hall. I passed no one. Glancing up at the clock above the House Points, I saw that it was ten o' clock. Way past curfew.

I clutched my heart; it was pounding. The mixture of fear and running created a painful adrenaline that flowed through my body, chilling me to the bone. I rested against a wall, right beside the double doors that led into the Great Hall.

It was over. I was fine. Whatever it was in the library, I had escaped from it. Calm down Hermione.

I took a deep breath; I still had an essay to write for Snape. I was wasting time when I already had little to spare.

Composing myself, I stood up straight. I would report the occurrence in the library to Professor McGonagall in the morning. It was the best I could do.

As I turned towards the Main Staircase, I screamed. The scream filled the entire Entrance Hall, ringing off the walls. A shadow stood several feet away from me; I could not make out the face.

It lifted its arm; a wand was distinguishable in its hand.

Quickly, I dropped to the floor.

"STUPEFY!" The figure shouted in a deep, terrifying voice.

A beam of red light passed swiftly over my head. I could almost feel the spell's power as it nearly hit me.

I looked up. The silhouette began advancing towards me with large, rapid steps. I had no time to panic; without thinking, I arose from the tiled floor and raced towards the main doors without a single look back.

"Dissendium!" I cried as I approached the doors, my wand aimed directly at them. They burst open, allowing me to emerge out into the Hogwarts grounds.

Outside was my only choice. If I had ran anywhere in the castle, the person would have gotten me.

Hagrid's! Go to Hagrid's!

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. When I thought I could spare a glance backwards, I did; the figure was still pursuing me. He was quick. With every step I took, it seemed as though he took twice that amount. He did not have his wand out, though. Why wasn't he hexing me?

Hagrid's cabin came into view. The figure was still some ways behind me. Not much, but enough for me to reach the cabin.

My heart pounded as I ascended the stone steps to his front door. I bashed the wooden door nonstop with my fist.

"HAGRID!" I screamed. My heart felt compressed. The attacker was closing in on me. "HAGRID!"

I glanced at the window. There was no sign of a light. Hagrid was not there.

I looked back. He was closer; much, much closer. I began to panic. I had to run.

I descended the steps and hastened towards the Forbidden Forest. It was my only chance of escape.

Soon enough, my legs began to feel weak; they were dying on me. I could not run much further. I had only one choice. Turn and fight.

I stopped abruptly. My heart was pounding like a drummer with no mercy. But I stopped. I turned, ready to fight –

"EXPELLIARMUS!" The figure bellowed.

My wand flew out of my hand, landing some place a few feet away. My heart stopped. I was weaponless; I was defenseless. My eyes widened with fear as my pursuer stopped running. In fact, he stopped moving all together. He stood there, only a few feet away, with a victorious stance. I felt helpless. So much terror flowed through my body that it probably could've replaced my blood.

He began to walk towards me. Slowly.

RUN HERMIONE! RUN!

But I couldn't. My mind told my body to move, but my body did not oblige. My mind panicked. Was I under a spell? Was I in shock? I didn't know. But with each passing moment that my mind used to think, he slowly inched closer to me; I could see that he was wearing a black hooded cloak.

Soon enough I could see his face. Rays of moonlight shone upon it through the rooftops of the trees. But it was masked. A skeletal, sinister mask concealed his features, making him unidentifiable. His mouth could still be seen, though. And it was grinning. A wicked, malicious grin, but a grin nonetheless.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered as he now stood only inches away from me.

His grin escalated.

Before I knew what had happened, he rammed me against the nearest tree. His arms reached for my blouse in a quick flash and tore the buttons off ruthlessly.

I gasped. I went to kick him, but my leg would not let me. I was under a spell.

What was he doing to me?

His hands pushed the unbuttoned blouse off of my shoulders, revealing a simple black bra.

I went to scream. But my voice would not let me.

Why was he doing this to me?

His hands reached for my skirt. My Hogwarts skirt; such a symbol of innocence and intellect. He pulled it up.

Why couldn't I hit him? Why couldn't I run? Why couldn't I scream?

He did not waste any time; he reached up my skirt, feeling for the plain black underwear that I happened to be wearing. He pulled them down.

I felt so naked. So revealed. So … violated.

LET ME GO! I wanted to scream. I wanted to cast the most foul spell on him that I could. But I couldn't.

Why was he doing this to me?

Without so much as a warning, he thrust himself into to me. I didn't even see him undo his pants. My mouth opened to release a scream that would represent the pain emitting through my lower regions; but it wouldn't let me. A single tear dripped down my cheek.

His palms were placed firmly against the tree on either side of me. His face was only a couple of inches away from mine. His mouth hung open as he pulled out of me, then immediately pushed back inside. My skirt concealed what was happening from my eyes, but I did not want to see. I just wanted it to be over with.

After what felt like endless hours of torture, he pulled out of me, for what seemed like for good. I knew it wasn't over. His mouth still curved into a smile, surrounded by little beads of sweat. He pushed me to the ground. My eyes were almost level with his penis; it was erected, hard and firm, which disgusted me to the bones. He grabbed my head harshly and thrust it towards his pelvis, forcing his penis into my mouth. He moved in and out only a little bit, so that my mouth would give him that sucking sensation that he so desperately desired.

I cried. I wanted to vomit. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, praying that this nightmare would end.

Soon enough, he ejaculated into my mouth. I managed to pull my head away and spit, vomiting immediately afterwards.

His hand clutched firmly around my neck, pulling me off the ground and smashing my back once more against the tree. Again, he plunged himself into me, causing me to silently scream once more. His hands hastily reached for my bra and pulled it down, revealing my breasts. His hands grasped them harshly and began to squeeze.

There I was, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. Being raped.

Finally, finally, after eternal minutes of agony, my attacker pulled away from me. He calmly did up his pants without looking at me. Tears were streaming down my face. I realized that my hands could now move. So could my feet. It was as though he was daring me to make a move. Attack him, perhaps. Scream. I couldn't.

He punched me.

I gasped through my tears.

He turned and left, heading for the castle.

My arms shook as they slid across my chest, covering up the revealing area. I slid down the tree, sitting on the hard ground. My heart was racing. Aching. The tears were overwhelming. The pain inside of me was unbearable. My eye throbbed as it slowly blackened from his punch. And yet, I did not scream. I still felt as though I couldn't.

Why did he do it to me?