It's called Rape
A/N: This chapter is gonna be pretty graphic. There will be rape in the next three chapters. You have been warned.
Chapter Two
Hermione's virtue
Hermione waved good bye to her friends.
"Sure you don't want to stick around a bit?" Ginny asked, from where she sat with Harry.
Hermione smiled and shook her head. "I really need to get this done."
"Why? Is it due in six weeks?" Ron joked.
Hermione gave into the childish impulse and stuck her tongue out at the red haired boy. She walked away to Ginny's bright laughter.
If she had known how long it would be until she heard that laughter again, she might have paid better attention, and enjoyed it more.
Hermione waved off the offer of a coach ride from Lavender and Neville. Some how the diminutive boy had managed to snare the Gryffindor princess. She knew Lavender still felt a bit bitter toward her. She assured them she would be fine. It was only about half a mile to the castle. She could walk it in ten minutes.
Hermione stuffed her hands into her pockets, allowing herself to lose herself in the setting sun. She was glad she had taken this path.
A slight chill ran over her for some reason and she shuddered.
A set of arms grabbed her and pulled her into the dark woods beside the road. One hand found and covered her mouth. The other pinned her arms to her side. She felt fear grip her stomach.
"Listen up, bitch. I'm going to fucking rape you now. Got it bitch?"
Hermione took a moment to register his words. Rape? Surely he was joking!
A gag replaced the hand and the free hand roamed her body for her wand. Hermione suddenly realized he was serious.
No! Why was this happening? Why her?
She got no answer. The free hand ripped the buttons from her shirt as the other hand tied her hands together behind her back. She felt hot tears fill her eyes and a muffled sob escaped the gag.
"Crying, little witch?" chuckled the voice. "The show's just getting started."
Both the hands wrapped around her waist and hefted her. There was a dizzying sensation and Hermione realized they had Apparated. He's a wizard! Hermione thought then wondered why that was so shocking. He had removed her wand. He had called her witch.
Right on top of it today aren't you Hermione? Asked the smug little voice in the back of her head. She hated that voice.
The room was completely dark, and Hermione wondered how he could see what he was doing.
The hands ripped off her blouse and her bra soon followed. She clenched her teeth as bile rose in her throat. She turned her head away. Once again the voice chuckled. Then the hands roughly atttacked her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.
Hermione closed her eyes on the tears of shame that rose to sting her eyes.
One hand remained on her breasts and throat, while the other travelled into her jeans. Hermione stiffened and prepared to fight when the voice came to her ear again.
"Don't fight and I'll only do it once."
Hermione closed her eyes once more, but the tears of shame and defeat trickled down any way. She hung her head.
"That's a girl."
Her shoes were forced off her feet. She heard the snap and zing of the button and zipper on her jeans being pulled. She tried to shut it out. But that was easier said than done. Her pants were slid harshly off her. She bit back a sob and squeezed her eyes tighter.
A strong blow was delievered to her back and she fell to her knees. A hand pushed her upper torso down, til her head touched the floor.
Something cold slid between her hip and the fabric of her panties. The cold pulled away and her underwear drew tight for a moment before relaxing. The same process was repeated on her other hip. There was the rustle of fabric and a light breeze struck her bottom.
Hermione realized he had taken off her panties.
One hand stil held her head down. The other slid around her hip to her pubic area. Hermione felt a blush crawl over her cheeks.
The cold fingers caught either side of her pubic area and gently opened it, revealing the tender flesh below.
Hermione squeezed her eyes tight and begged him silently to be quick.
She gasped in pain as something hard and warm thrust between her legs. The fingers moved and now danced a painful rythm on her breasts.
Hermione felt something deep in her stretch. It hurt. Damn it hurt bad.
Tears of pain stung her blood shot eyes.
The thing, his penis, Hermione realized, pulled back and Hermione allowed herself the illusion he was done. But he thrust again, harder this time. Hermione bit back a gasp as pain lanced through her. He pulled back then thrust again. Further. Hermione felt something deep inside break and pain shot through her again.
He thrust again, and again. Over and over. Hermione tried to become numb, but she felt tears flow and tiny sobs escaped her. The thrusts grew more frequent and her head was pressed harder into the cold stone floor.
Suddenly he pushed as far as he could. Something hot flowed into Hermione. The man quivered then collasped on her. His member was still inside her.
After long moments, he pulled out. Hermione felt the hot liquid ooze out of her along with more. She figured it was her blood.
He stood and she heard him zip his pants. Something cold pressed against her wrist and Hermione hoped he was going to kill her. She couldn't stand it all.
But the knife turned and cut her bonds. There was a tiny clink and Hermione recognized it as her wand.
"See you around girl. Thanks for a good time. I'll give the Dark Lord my thanks for such a ripe young filly."
A door opened and closed. Hermione realized it was over. She undid her gag, curled into a ball and cried.
(A/N: I apologize to any one offended by this chapter. I did warn you.)