Ok so this idea has been dancing in my head for some time now, so here's the premise: I'd say it's the November of their sixth year without the whole Ron/Hermione mess. Harry and Hermione have an established relationship since the DoM. And um I think everything else will reveal itself. Also a warning, this is pretty graphic. I did my best to minimize the effect but I don't know if I was all that successful. Be warned this is not for squeamish or easily offended people. Flames will be ignored and reviews will be much appreciated. So on with the prologue. The first chapter should be up by either the weekend or next week sometime. Aiming for the weekend though.

*Warning this story deals with themes of rape, don't care if you don't like it. I survived it.

"NO!"

"What's wrong mudblood? I thought weasel was your friend? Don't friends do friends favors? Hahaha!"

She gagged as she was pushed forcefully down onto Ron's lap screaming and crying, as he kicked out in vain trying to get away. They both had their arms bound painfully behind them, and their wands were tied to branches over there heads; taunting them with freedom.

Her cheek was pressed firmly against something fleshy and slightly hard and she jerked her head back violently as she realized what it was. Malfoy laughed in response and grabbed a fistful of her hair pointing his wand at her face as he gave a lecherous grin.

"Obfirmo mala."

Instantly she felt pain burst in her face as her mouth snapped open and out. The jeers got louder as Malfoy forced her head down again and this time her open mouth could not fight off the invader. She cried as he jerked her head up and down on the flaccid organ and vainly jerked her shoulders around trying to get free.

She heard Ron screaming for help and than his voice was abruptly silenced and she raised her eyes to see one side of his face was now shining in the moonlight. She cried out and tried again to get off of him especially when she felt how he was responding but Malfoy held tight and taunted her.

"Look the little Mudblood's a good cocksucker isn't she weasel? The little wanker likes it mates! Look at the size of the weasel! Sorry Granger, doubt you'll be getting much pleasure from this one. Hahaha!"

Hermione felt sick as they threw her roughly to her back, her head only narrowly missing a tree root. Then she felt hands reach under her skirt and rip off her underwear. She started crying heavily now and forgot all thought of pride and respect as she broke down and begged them not to do this; to stop; she would never tell a soul she promised.

Malfoy seemed to get a kick out of that last one. "Never tell a soul Granger? Hahaha! What would you tell them? That your very best friend raped you? That we watched? Who would be the guilty party slag? He's the one that did the crime." He stooped so that he was on her level as Crabbe and Goyle struggled to bring Ron over. "He'd be in Azkaban before you could say 'dick'. And as for you? What would Potter have to say if he found his bird was nothing more than a mudblood whore? Might thank me for all those warnings yea?" He stood as he two lackeys threw Ron face first into her lap. And she cried harder as she realized what was going to happen and exactly how powerless she was to stop it.

She distantly heard Malfoy tell Ron that he'd better be sure to get her nice and wet. Ron must have done something at that point because the next thing she heard was a cry of pain and sobbing.

"Careful Weasel. I mean really. I'm only trying to help you. Didn't you pay attention in Health? If the girl isn't lubricated it'll hurt. You don't want to hurt Granger do you?"

"Fuck you Malfoy."

Hermione felt fear clamp tightly around her throat and she found her self begging almost against her will. Later she would convince herself that it was someone else saying "Ron, please" over and over again. She'd be certain that'd it be someone else who would feel the first invasion on their most sacred place. A place she had promised to only Harry.

And when they threw Ron on top of her and forced him inside she'd swear that it was someone else screaming.

Ron felt like he had been hit by a bludger and cursed violently as he tried to sit up. That turned out to be a mistake as his world tilted violently and he promptly rolled on his side and vomited. He felt two small hands gently stroking the hair at the nape of his neck and rubbing patterns on his back.

He jerked away from the touch and whirled on the person; ready to defend himself until he realized that it was only Hermione. She was filthy and she had tear marks running in vivid lines down her face. His first thought was that Harry was going to kill him for returning Hermione in such a state and the second was that Harry was going to kill him. As the force of what had happened hit him, he found himself once again vomiting in the grass.

He stayed like that crouched in the grass, Hermione kneeling warily next to him, the only sound coming from the harsh breaths that he expelled. He couldn't believe it. The things he's done. To his best friend. He remembered her screaming; crying for him to stop; telling him that he was hurting her. He felt sick and dirty and used and angry and hurt and confused and so very ashamed. How could this happen?

He felt hands on his back again but couldn't bring himself to face the girl he had basically raped just moments ago. Harry was going to kill him.

"No."

He looked up at that. Had he spoken out loud?

"No. Ron. He can't know. Harry can't- this would kill him. He can't know. We can't tell him. We can't tell anybody. Do you understand?" He looked at her blankly, clearly not understanding how she could be willing to let this go. To let Malfoy and his cronies get away with this? To let him get away with this?

"RON!" He looked back up at her, and a part of him; the part that had sat at his mothers knee and tried to understand why Ginny was so upset that Thomas Felt had not asked her to his birthday party, shifted. That small part of him understood. She was desperate. She was broken.

"Promise me Ron! You have to promise. I can't- Harry can not know. Please. He's our best friend! He's my-! Please. Promise me."

Ron swallowed. He wanted to pay for what he'd done. Wanted Malfoy to pay. Wanted the world to pay. But he owed her this. He couldn't deny her this; not after what he'd done.

"I promise."

Harry was going to kill him.

So? What'd you think? Worth continuing?