(A/N: Here is the next chapter, please enjoy. As always the characters do not belong to me.)
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Please be warned this chapter does contain content that may be triggering to some.
Please continue with caution if you might be triggered.
McGonagall and Anne turned at the thudding sound on the floor, as did the boy on the bed next to hers. In seconds the three were all around her, Scorpius kneeling next to her with an arm supporting her back. Rose couldn't look any of them in the eye. She was fighting against the memories she couldn't shy away from, giving up she allowed the darkness consumer her mind.
Rose was out well past curfew, not that it mattered for the Head Girl. It was after all her studious nature that had gotten her the position in the first place. She'd left her books sprawled out on the back table in the library, she'd return in the morning to finish her work.
It was rather chilly in the corridor, her thin black skirt and white top not offering much protection against the chill. Goose bumps broke out on her legs and arms as she continued the long walk to the Head Boy and Girl's shared common room. She had the feeling of being watched, years of James' and Fred's pranks had made her wary. She kept going though, until she heard voices, hushed whispers and an outright obnoxiously loud laugh came from around the corner. Readying her wand she rounded the corner.
Leaning against the wall was two Slytherin students. Rose recognized them from classes and meals, the brown haired, girl with a portly appearance was Cynthia Carrow and the thin boy with dirty blond hair was Dominic Avery. Rose knew both of them to be pureblood with family members convicted as death eaters, both raised to believe the preaching of Lord Voldemort. Curiously enough they were missing the third member of their trio, Matthew Parkinson, a black haired boy who played beater on the Slytherin team. Rose couldn't shake the feeling of unease in the pit of her stomach. She was about to order the students back to their common room under threat of detention but she never got the chance.
"Imperio" the gravelly voice came from directly behind her. She would have jumped, startled by the voice that came from nowhere, but she was suddenly unable to move. She knew what this curse was, her parents had warned her about it; they'd also told her that you could overcome it, she willed herself to move, to break the curse cast on her but she just couldn't. She couldn't move, but she could see, hear, and feel everything that was going on around her. She watched as Matthew walked around to her front, smiling and carrying on a hushed conversation with his two friends. Rose didn't want to admit it but she was scared, a feeling so rare in her family that it startled her. Yes these three classmates had always given her a strange feeling of unease, but even Scorpius would admit that they were poster children for the old Slytherin house, from the time of war when Death Eaters ruled. She couldn't show emotion but that didn't stop her mind from panicking when all three sets of eyes turned to her, sinister smirks on their faces.
The two boys walked towards her, she wanted to move, to back away but she couldn't. They stood on either side of her, roughly grabbing her. Within seconds they started ripping her clothes, the sleeves of her shirt ripped completely off, the buttons of her shirt popping and clinking as they hit the ground. She couldn't express her fear and panic in the situation, only her rapidly beating heart set her apart from the statues in the castle. Her shirt was off and a quick tear and her skirt followed. Dominic grabbed at her chest, squeezing her breasts painfully. Matthew slit a finger under the strap in the back, pulling the strap till it snapped against her back once he let it go. Next he unhooked her bra, tossing it aside carelessly. The boys were done for a moment, just stood there taking in the frozen, nearly naked form of the girl in front of them. Rose hated this, she willed herself to move, hoping it was a nightmare and if she could break the spell in her dream she'd be able to wake up from this horrible, horrible nightmare. But she didn't, and the boys were moving again. They shoved her against the stone wall, pushed her to the ground, and scratched and grabbed at her bare skin. She was now on the cold floor, knowing what would inevitably happen next.
Dominic was first, he spread her legs wide apart; no resistance came, the spell was still in effect. Straddling her body on his knees he began undoing the belt and zipper of his pants. Slipping his pants down just enough he pulled out his erection; he stopped just before plunging into her. He slapped her hard, on her legs, breasts, and stomach. The pain should have made her flinch, and mentally she did, but he didn't care. In the mists of her pain he added to it, the searing feeling of her innocence being taken caused tears to well up in her eyes. She wanted so badly to close her eyes but she spell wouldn't allow it. She felt so much pain from his actions she didn't notice Matthew slipping his pants off. He kneeled over her, shoving his erection into her face. He forced her mouth open and jammed his dick into her mouth. He wound a hand into her hair and forcefully used it to move her head up and down on him. Between the pain from her core and the hair being pulled from her head while she choked on his dick she was barely aware of the world around her. It was only when she heard a voice hissing into her ear that she was able to focus on something other than the pain and abuse that she being dealt.
"You filthy little half-blood," Cynthia sneered into her ear, "your no better than your mud blood mother and blood-traitor father. Filth like you shouldn't even exist; you should have been wiped out a long time ago." As she spoke Matthew and Dominic continued their onslaught, roughly grabbing and slapping her bare skin as they thrust into her ruthlessly, the pain was overwhelming and the emotional torment was only adding to it. Yet Cynthia wasn't done, none of them were anywhere near done.
"Seems like you just aren't strong enough to overcome Matthew's curse, I would have expected more of a fight from you. Oh well, at least now everyone will know that you aren't the PERFECT girl you pretend to be." She gave a painfully high-pitched cackle before she continued speaking, "Oh and what will Scorpius think. That idiot should have stayed clear of you from the beginning, now he's just as bad as you. But after this, he won't want you anymore. Who would want someone who couldn't even defend herself? Who lost her virginity on the grimy floor of the corridor? You'd be lucky if he came near you at all." Again she was sneering at her. On top of Rose the boys were finishing. Matthew jammed her head down on his dick as he filled her mouth with a sticky white substance, seconds later Dominic pulled out of her, spilling the same substance all over her breasts and stomach.
The boys cleaned themselves off, pulling their pants back up. All three stood around her form, still lying on the ground. They left her there, walking away from her disheveled and abused body. As they walked away Cynthia called over her shoulder just as Rose felt the spell wearing off.
"I wouldn't tell anyone about this if I were you, Rosie, wouldn't want a smudge on your PERFECT record." Rose couldn't take the reality of what happened to her, reacting robotically she pulled her ruined clothes back on, cleaning off the smelly white goo that covered her upper body and spitting the slime out of her mouth. She ran back to her common room, determined to forget this ever happened.
She arrived in the common room in record speed, grabbed the invisibility cloak, not realizing that it wasn't a normal blanket, and threw it over herself as she collapsed on the couch. She'd told Scorpius she'd wait up for him, if she went into her room he'd barge in, but if she pretended she'd just fallen asleep waiting for him he'd leave her alone till morning. Shaking and trying to convince herself that this wall all just a bad dream and it would be better in the morning she quickly closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. Sleep never came; she got no reprieve from her emotional thoughts. All too soon she heard Scorpius' footsteps in the common room. She stiffened, trying to stay still and hold her breath so he wouldn't notice her on the couch.
(A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter, sorry for such shitty, dark subject matter but it is kind of part of the plot of the story. Leave me a review if you'd like, please let me know if the content is not accurate or does not portray reactions correctly in the future.)
