Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I wish they did but they belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. This disclaimer is for the rest of the story.

This story contains scenes of rape. If it offends you please do not read! Thank you!

Chapter 1: Most Prized possession...

Lightning streaked across the blackened sky. A clap of thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance. A small ray of moonlight shined though a small curtain less window. A girl peered out, her eyes wet and red rimmed. Her knees were pulled up close to her body and she trembled. Clothed in only a summer dress or at least what was left of it; she tried to cover herself more. Looking into darkened street she waited.

She kept herself hidden in the corner of the attic room. The room was the size of a closet in the front of the house. Hermione was lying in bed when it all started. She was lying in bed after coming home from the muggle library. The night was humid, muggy, and she knew a storm would be coming soon. So she had rushed home trying to avoid the impending storm. She figured she would just go to bed and not disturb her parents knowing that they were most likely already asleep. She crawled into bed after getting herself cleaned up. She had not known that a predator was hiding in her closet.

After lying down and almost falling asleep she felt a hand cover her mouth making her unable to scream. She struggled against the firm grip and tried to scream again. The predator straddled her body and swiped his hand across her chest catching it in the buttoned front of her dress. The dress flew open, buttons flying across the floor. Hermione's terror filled eyes stared up at the predator and saw eyes that were filled with unbelievable hatred. She felt the terror bubbling in the pit of her stomach at the sight of those eyes. Eyes filled with that much hatred meant anything could happen.

Hermione felt his hand reach under her summer dress and rip her panties away from her body. Kicking her legs up, she tried to connect with his lower back but she cold kick them right. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as she felt something enter her. The searing pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Tears ran down her face as she tried to block out the feeling of her most priced possession being taken away. She felt him move inside her and she fought the urge to vomit.

Suddenly she felt something hot fill her insides as the predator collapsed on top of her. He finally looked up at her as he sneered through his mask.

"God, I just love fucking a tight little virgin…" He sneered maliciously. Hermione whimpered against his hand and suddenly her world went black.

Hermione sat up with jolt. It must have been a dream! She thought. Her thought was cut short by the searing pain in her most private area. Her dress was in tatters and she saw crimson blood staining the sheets beneath her. Hermione's chest heaved as she pulled herself out of her bed. She crawled to the bathroom adjoining her bedroom. Grabbing the sink she pulled herself up and looked in the mirror. The sight before her sent her reeling back onto the floor. A bruised lined her right eye and part of her cheek. A trickle of blood ran down form her nose over her swelling lip.

A sudden wave of nausea pulled Hermione to the toilet and she released the contents on her belly. Waves of sobs racked her trembling body. She curled herself into a tiny ball as if to protect herself from the world. A sound rang out from below her and she gasped loudly. She crawled quickly to her attic and open the door. Half crawling half running she went up to stairs to the corner room in the attic. Whispering the locking spell she cowered to the window staring out. Her eyes were wet and red rimmed.

Hermione felt her body wake with a start. A ray of bright light shown across her face and she blinked. Suddenly wincing at the tenderness she gingerly brought her hand to her face. She winced lightly again and suddenly the memories of the previous night came flooding back. She fought the urge to vomit. Suddenly a cheery voice rang out throughout the house.

"Hermione baby where are you? Are you home?" Hermione slowly pulled herself up. Steadying herself, she slowly unlocked the closet door and walked through the attic.

As she walked down the stairs she peered around trying to avoid her mother. She had to get to her room before her mum saw the tattered remains of Hermione. When the coast was clear she went as quickly as possible to her room. She went to the bathroom and started the shower turning the water to scalding hot. Stripping out of the tripped clothing she slipped into the shower. Suddenly everything came crashing down and Hermione slid to the shower floor and sobbed. The water was turned crimson from the blood on her face and between her legs. She could see the bruises forming on her inner thighs which made her pull up her legs to hide the view.

The scalding water ran down her shoulders turning flesh scarlet. Slowly pulling herself up she grabbed a wash towel and started roughly scrubbing her skin. She raised her face to the water letting it hit her face hard. The water seemed to numb the aches in her body and the pain she was feeling inside. Standing under the spray she stood under it until the water turned to ice. As she stepped out she grabbed a towel and quickly covered her body. As she stared at herself in the mirror she whispered a small spell to hide bruises covering half her face.

Hermione walked into her bedroom and over to her dresser. Pulling out her biggest sweat suit she could find she slipped into in. Slowing she walked over to her bed and crawled into it too tired to care that it was the place where she had been brutally raped. Hermione didn't want anyone to know what happened.

Hermione heard a gentle rap on the bedroom door and she looked up as her mom entered.

"Hermione honey…where were you this morning?" She asked her daughter concern filling her eyes. Hermione mustered up the biggest smile she could.

"Mum, don't worry I was just up in the attic studying…you know how I go up there and time just flies." Hermione said softly unable to bring her voice any louder than a soft whisper.

"Are you alright? You look pale." Walking over to her daughter she rested a hand on Hermione's forehead and cheeks. Hermione winced slightly as her mum's hand touched her right cheek. Not noticing, her mum smiled.

"Well no fever…" She smiled and kissed Hermione's forehead softly. "Get some more sleep 'Mione. You leave for Hogwarts in the morning…" She smiled once more at her daughter and walked out of the room closing the door behind her.

Hermione pulled her quilt to her chin and closed her eyes. She tried to sleep but this time sleep did not come easily. Every time her eyes closed she saw the masked man who brutalized her and took her most prized possession. Hermione tossed and turned a bit more before hearing a rap on her back window. She looked up and saw Hedwig, Harry's owl, rapping at the window. Attached to the snow owls leg was a rolled piece of parchment.

Hermione walked over to the window and let the beautiful owl through. As she pulled the string keeping the parchment to the owl's leg, Hedwig nipped at Hermione hand gently. He rubbed his head against her hand giving her a look of sadness. The owl seemed to know that something had happened to Hermione. He seemed to sense the pain in Hermione. Hermione gave the white owl some treats she kept at the window before resting herself on her bed.

She unrolled the parchment and slowly read the words scrawled across the page.

Hermione,

How is your summer going? I am finally at the burrow with the Weasleys. Ron says hi by the way. I am sorry you couldn't come to the burrow with us this summer. It was boring here without you. I miss you so much. Being away from you for a summer is so hard. I can't wait to hug and kiss you 'Mione. I have waited the whole summer for that. Maybe soon we can take things further. Just remember I love you so much and I will be seeing you tomorrow. By the way…Congrats on making head girl! That's my Hermione!

Love Always,

Harry Potter

Hermione sobs start to rack her body. Harry new she was a virgin and if he ever found out she wasn't anymore he would leave her and probably never speak to her again. She let the sob take a hold of her and she rode the waves of sadness that flowed through her body. She pressed her face against her pillow clutching it for dear life. She felt ruined. Like she was damaged goods or something…

Hermione's sobs finally subsided and she felt so drained she cold barely keep her eyes open. She let them fall and soon a deep slumber took a hold of her.

This is my second story so bear with me. So please review! If anyone has any suggestions to make please let me know. I could also use a beta if anyone is interested! Thanks!