Okay, so this is a story that I started a while ago and I'm only just putting it up. Let me know what you think please? This is just the prologue. If you like it I'll keep posting.
Summary: Draco makes a terrible mistake and now he and Hermione must live with the consequences of his actions. Will they be able to get passed this, or will Hermione forever forsake Draco for what he did, especially when a new development makes matters worse?
WARNING: This story contains dark themes; rape, suicidal tendencies and whatnot. If you don't like that type of stuff, then don't read this story.
Prologue: Like Father Like Son
Remorse. Shame. Revulsion. Horror…
Those are some of the emotions that follow an indiscretion such as rape. Well, only for the poor sod unlucky enough to obtain a conscience after the act...
Remorse:
I've ruined both of our lives.
He'd never meant to hit her, to deliver a blow so forceful, it sent her hurtling to the floor.
Shame:
Gods, I can't even look myself in the mirror, anymore.
He'd never meant to get so carried away. But, as she crashed to the ground, she thumped her head on the coffee table, rendering her vulnerable and unconscious.
Revulsion:
I'm a fucking monster.
He'd never meant to desecrate the one girl who was completely untouchable. He just couldn't stop. She was so beautiful.
***
It was a regular Monday afternoon. He'd gone to class and then straight to the Heads Common Room for once a week, he'd meet with Granger to discuss certain tasks and duties. And-as always-they'd argued.
Rows were a common occurrence for them. They could never seem to get through their Head duties without bickering. But, this time…this time something just snapped.
Whether it was the crushing weight of his obligation to his family, or the frustration at having to act like a right bastard all the time, he'd never know. Or perhaps it was the long-pent-up feelings he'd harbored for the Know-It-All. Either way…
He lost control.
His hand seemed to move of its own accord, as it came down on her face. Hard. She didn't even see it coming. There was a loud thud, as her head connected with the corner of the coffee table.
The fury clouded his logic, overtook his body, pushing his sense of right and wrong to a dark corner of his mind.
He worked off his clothes and knelt beside her limp figure.
He undressed her, his deft fingers removing her Hogwarts uniform and then her white, cotton undergarments.
In one swift and callous thrust, he broke through her barrier, grunting as she was incredibly tight.
The shock of pain roused Hermione from insentience with a gasp, but she refused to make any other sound as she grasped the situation, only letting her tears explicate what she was feeling. She was flooded with so many emotions. Pain was central, as he was pounding into her in a violent, almost animalistic manner.
It was too much to take-the terror, pain and anguish-and she was doused with an inertial, almost vacant, feeling.
With a rough, final thrust, he released his seed into her and rolled off, panting.
It only took one look into her vacant, caramel orbs to wake him from his angry stupor, to make him realize what he'd just done.
***
Horror:
Lucius would be proud.
He'd never meant to become his father…
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