Disclaimer: The characters and setting most definitely do not belong to me – they came from that wonderful story-teller J.K. Rowling.
Warning: Rape
A/N: Please R/R. My first fanfic - though I realize it's a dark topic – but I wouldn't mind a little feedback.
She clutched the bag tighter to her chest, her normally frizzy hair hanging lank on her shoulders. Her breath flew in and out in ragged gasps as she struggled against the man.
"Don't, my sweet. You won't like the consequences." A sudden force pushed down the leg she had swung at the groin of her attacker. Her face cracked against the stone wall as her unknown assailant slapped her across the face. The bag of Honeyduke sweets she had bought minutes before slipped from her grasp and spilled across the dark alleyway. Hermoine could feel the sting of her tears forming as she heard the muffled sounds of her robes tearing open.
"Yes, you are a pretty thing, aren't you?"
"Get off me, you ugly git!" Hermione spat in her attacker's face.
"You'd better be quiet or I'll do more than just take your precious galleons."
"You foul, loathsome, evil little toad! Get your bloody hands off me!" Anger flared throughout her body. If Hermione's eyes could shoot daggers, the man would have no face left.
He leaned in close. "You asked for it, sweets."
She could smell the firewhiskey on the man's breath and hear his ragged gasps as she felt him grope his way to what he wanted. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was going to happen. Pain flared in her abdomen as she felt the man invade her. His breathing became more ragged, and as quickly as it had started . . . it was over. She fell to the ground as her attacker released her arms. She could feel the blood and wetness oozing along her thighs as she heard the footfalls of the man running away. She clutched her abdomen, feeling herself fall in and out of consciousness. The last image her eyes captured was the kaleidoscope of color dancing along the alleyway . . . her Every Flavor Beans no longer important as they had been ten minutes ago. As she finally slipped into the bliss of unconsciousness, she heard her name in the distance . . .
"Hermione!"
Warning: Rape
A/N: Please R/R. My first fanfic - though I realize it's a dark topic – but I wouldn't mind a little feedback.
She clutched the bag tighter to her chest, her normally frizzy hair hanging lank on her shoulders. Her breath flew in and out in ragged gasps as she struggled against the man.
"Don't, my sweet. You won't like the consequences." A sudden force pushed down the leg she had swung at the groin of her attacker. Her face cracked against the stone wall as her unknown assailant slapped her across the face. The bag of Honeyduke sweets she had bought minutes before slipped from her grasp and spilled across the dark alleyway. Hermoine could feel the sting of her tears forming as she heard the muffled sounds of her robes tearing open.
"Yes, you are a pretty thing, aren't you?"
"Get off me, you ugly git!" Hermione spat in her attacker's face.
"You'd better be quiet or I'll do more than just take your precious galleons."
"You foul, loathsome, evil little toad! Get your bloody hands off me!" Anger flared throughout her body. If Hermione's eyes could shoot daggers, the man would have no face left.
He leaned in close. "You asked for it, sweets."
She could smell the firewhiskey on the man's breath and hear his ragged gasps as she felt him grope his way to what he wanted. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was going to happen. Pain flared in her abdomen as she felt the man invade her. His breathing became more ragged, and as quickly as it had started . . . it was over. She fell to the ground as her attacker released her arms. She could feel the blood and wetness oozing along her thighs as she heard the footfalls of the man running away. She clutched her abdomen, feeling herself fall in and out of consciousness. The last image her eyes captured was the kaleidoscope of color dancing along the alleyway . . . her Every Flavor Beans no longer important as they had been ten minutes ago. As she finally slipped into the bliss of unconsciousness, she heard her name in the distance . . .
"Hermione!"