My name is Hermione Granger and this is my story of how I fell in love with the enemy.
(Hermione's pov)
It was after 30 minutes of trying to sleep that I decided to go for a walk to clear my head that was still thinking about different ways to defeat Voldemort. I quietly got out of bed and put a cloak on over my pajamas. Then, I quietly snuck out of my dorm and walked downstairs to the common room. I then headed up the boys staircase and went into Ron and Harry's dorm. They were both out like a light. The only sounds that filled the room were Ron's heavy snores. I snuck over to Harry's trunk and took out his invisibility cloak. I closed it quietly and tiptoed out of the room. I quietly shut the door behind me. I quietly ran downstairs and out of the common room through the portrait. The Fat Lady gave me a curious glance, but I ignored it and continued to make my way outside of Hogwarts. Once I was out I decided to walk to a tree by the lake and sit down. The only sounds were my breathing and the occasional splashes of the giant squid. All of a sudden I heard an odd noise. I took my wand out ready to face whatever or whoever it was. I stood up and turned around. That was a bad idea. I felt an arm wrap around my waste and push me to the ground. I tried seeing who my attacker was but all I saw was a hooded figure. The person pulled me up roughly and ripped my wand from my grasp and threw it in the lake. They then tore of my cloak. I was confused and shocked. I didn't know what was happening until the person roughly shoved there arm up my nightgown and grabbed my left breast. It's only the that I realized what the person's intentions were. At this realization I started to fight with all my might and the person easily blocked my every move. Realizing that this wasn't working I opened my mouth to screamed for help, but he quickly clasped his hand over my mouth. It was only at that moment did I let the tears start to fall. I hadn't realized that he tore my nightgown off because I had been to busy trying to escape. I was left standing there in my underwear because I hadn't worn a bra to bed, so I didn't even have that. I started thinking this can't be happening I'm only 15. I resorted to hoping that this was all just some nightmare and I'd wake up any minute now. Oh boy, was I wrong. I heard a zipper and felt a tug of my underwear. That's when I was brought back to reality. I started fighting harder than ever, but he was stronger than me. Faster. I was defenseless with my wand long gone. I realized there was nothing I could do. So, I let out a loud, hard sob. The tears started coming down harder than ever and I could no longer control them I had started to give up. I was a virgin and I knew this would be painful. He pushed me back down on the ground and thrusted into me. I let out a long, ear piercing scream. His fingers dug harder into my waist. There would no doubt be bruises there later. He slapped me and I figured he was probably pissed at the loud scream I just made. I started slipping in and out of consciousness. I tried to imagine that I was somewhere else. I imagined I was back at the Burrow sitting with Ginny gossiping away, while painting our nails. It didn't help. I could still feel a sharp pain everytime he thrusted in and out of me. The only sounds were my loud sobs and his heavy grunts. I thought it would never end. His pace became faster and he released his heavy load into me. He whispered a spell probably so I wouldn't get pregnant. I hoped Merlin that's what it was. I felt his semen magically leave my body. I was correct. He got up and started to walk away. I tried to get up but fell back down when I felt an excruciating pain down there. I just layed there and sobbed my life away hoping someone would find me before breakfast started.