A/N Before you read this, please note: It includes sexual assult. Yes, I am aware this is a monsterous experience. I am aware that it is NOT something to be taken lightly. Rape is not sexy or enjoyable by any means. I am aware that people may be offended by this. HOWEVER! I would like to respectfully point out that this is freedom of expression. There are many different types of literature, and this is one. I apologize to anyone whom this may offend, and I would ask that, if it does offend you, you are welcome to say so. I do ask, however, that you state your position respectfully. Also, I ask that you consider that, ultimately, it is your decision whether or not to read this.

On a lighter note, I would ask that if you have any comments or critiques that you review, because I am always overjoyed to improve my writing in any way, shape, or form. (and I am aware the chapters are painfully short. sorry.)

Thank you, and enjoy.

JacintaM


Those brown eyes.

Yes, that was it.

He could only ever see innocence in them.

And that pissed him off.

Really, he reasoned, no one is that good. Not even that mudblood Granger.

He wanted to see her eyes burn with something more than excitement at answering a question in class. He wanted to see her under him literally more than figuratively. He wanted to be inside her. Fuck, he wanted her.

Of course, getting her was a different story.

Damn, if only he could get her away from Potter and Weasly, he could get her. He just knew it. He just knew that she would be his if he got her alone.

All he needed was a chance.

And Draco Malfoy was never one to wait for a chance. He made one.

Draco knew Granger was a bookworm. He knew she spent every hour in the library she possibly could. He knew she spent every hour in the library she possibly could, and he knew the Gryffindor Quidditch team's practice schedule.

Luckily for Draco, and unluckily for Granger, this night was the night the Quidditch team had gotten permission for late-night practice, and Hermione had gotten permission for a late-night study session, so she didn't have to study with all those first- and second-years cluttering up her tables and distracting her. Plus, Draco reasoned, she doesn't want to look like a complete loner without Potter and the Weasel there to make her look good.

Not that she needed anyone to make her look good.

But she did need someone – someone like him – to make her far from innocent.

And he was certainly up for the task.

The clock in the library struck eleven, and Draco watched as Hermione slowly packed up her books. He watched her struggle slightly under the immense weight of the mini-library she had packed into her book bag, and he watched her skirt (somehow longer than all the Slytherin girls' skirts put together) get hiked up to an anything-but-innocent length. The sound she made when heaved the bag into a more comfortable position immediately made Draco think of other ways she would make that sound-

No, he chided himself silently, don't just think, do.

With that, Draco stood up silently and began following her through the empty hallway.

From the moment she stepped out of the library, Draco followed only a few paces behind. By some stroke of luck on his part, she didn't hear him approach, slowly, until he could cover her mouth with his hand and pull her into an empty classroom.

She struggled against his hand, she tried to scream, but he held her too tight for her to even reach for her wand.

Quickly, Draco reached inside her robes and pulled out her wand, which he had seen her hide mere minutes ago. He then pushed her roughly so her cheek was against the door, and hissed into her ear, 'Finally, Granger, I've got you.'

'Malfoy!' she exclaimed, furious, but still with a hint of fear, he detected, 'Get your filthy hands off me or else-'

'Or else what?' Draco drawled. 'Or else Potter and Weasly will come to your rescue? I don't think so, they're all at Quidditch practice, aren't they?'

'The entire common room is waiting for me, Malfoy,' she practically spat out her name, 'if I'm not back by midnight, they'll come looking.'

'I'm sure they will,' he sniggered, 'so we'll just have to make due with what we have, won't we?' Spinning her around, he slammed his mouth into hers. He could feel her resist, but at the same time, he could feel her beginning to pulse with a sort of physical desire. 'Look at me.'

She obliged, facing him with the fieriest look of loathing he had ever met – and that is saying something. But he could still see that damned innocence! Well, he thought, that'll soon be a thing of the past…

He began by ripping off her pretentious white blouse, sending buttons flying every which way. He drank in the sight of her, every curve, every inch. He wanted to devour her.

'You're going to like this, Granger,' he told her, his face mere millimetres from hers, 'you're going to like this and you're going to come back begging for more.' He kissed her again, and pulled her down on the floor, undoing her bra in one quick movement, and keeping her hands pinned above her head.

'You touch me, Malfoy, and I swear to God, I will kill you. Stop now, and I'll just leave and never mention this again.' She spoke with such conviction he hardly heard the tremor of fear behind the words. Hardly.

'Just leave it all to me, Granger.' He replied, not even acknowledging her plea.

He began to kiss her creamy skin, starting from her jaw line, and working his way down her body. He stopped to suck roughly of her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. He heard a gasp catch in her throat, and felt her body tremble involuntarily as he drew his teeth across her hardened nipple.

God, she's sodelicious.

He trailed her body until he reached the top of her pleated skirt. Slowly, still holding her arms, he used his other to pull down her skirt to reveal simple white under things, and that to reveal what he came for.

'No, Malfoy, please,' she whimpered, seeming finally to grasp what he planed, 'please, anything…'

Looking up to meet her gaze, Draco saw what brought him here in the first place. Her innocence burned brighter than her fear, than her pride, than anything and everything else he saw in her.

It variably enraged him.

Draco pulled out his wand, and bound her magically in the position he had been holding her in. This left him free to gaze at her body, so soft, so clean.

Slowly, he removed the rest of his clothing and lay on top of her, mouth grazing her ear. 'You're going to enjoy this, Granger…' he hissed in her ear. And maybe it'll get rid of that look you so infuriatingly have behind your eyes. She gave one last feeble plea, not even in the form of a coherent sentence, but a small whimper of fear. 'Look me in the eyes, Granger. I want to see it go out.'

She moved her head to the side, but twisted it sharply back to face him direct as he descended on her, and finally, finally took that damned innocence he so desperately loathed.

Oh, how she screamed when his erection hit her tightness, and stole away her virginity. Sharply, like a battering ram on a Venetian vase. She shattered, and she screamed. Screamed with pain, with shame, and, despite her repulsion, with a twisted sort of pleasure.

There it goes… Draco thought as he watched her eyes widen, There goes that glimmer… and now, it's gone…

He pushed harder and faster, until she climaxed, again and again, against her will. He could tell she tried to stop her body from responding, but it was no use. He had had too many women to know how to make them cum.

'Finally…' he gasped, finishing, and rolling off of her. He took out his wand and performed a quick contraception charm. No reason to leave a pure blooded Malfoy in some know it all mudblood. He dressed slowly, letting her lie naked on the floor, still bound, with tears rolling down her cheeks. When he was done, he released her, and kicked her clothing to her, as if he didn't want to touch them. He laughed to himself as she tried to dress without revealing herself to him, and as he went to turn the handle to leave, he heard her mutter one word.

'Why?'

Turning back to look at her, clutching her book bag to her chest, he pierced her eyes with his. Quietly, he replied, 'I want what I can't have. I wanted your innocence. I took it. End of story.'

She looked back at him, holding eye contact for the longest time, as he couldn't seem to break it. He started to see something there that he couldn't quite place. Something so familiar, but so foreign, he didn't know what to say. Frightened of this feeling, he left her, and ran back to his room, locking himself in the bathroom. He leant over the sink, and splashed water on his face, trying to calm himself. He dried his face on an emerald towel, and looked in the mirror. Looking up in his own eyes, he recognized what he had seen.

Innocence lost before its time.


I was going to continue this (and I had quite a few chapters up...) but I kindof lost the whole feeling behind it.. sorry! If I can, I'll build it up again later. ttly Happy 2007! Jacinta.