A/N Warning: Rape. If it upsets you, do not read! Characters are from the HP universe but mostly put together for this scene so they are not really canon.

I'm not J.K. Rowling - I did not invent the characters.

Hermione stared out of the window of the Weasley kitchen. Ron was outside, playing Quidditch with his brothers and sister and she had told them she'd needed some time to read. Truth be told, she was sick and tired of Quidditch; it was all Ron ever talked about, all he ever did and thought about. She felt extremely neglected and he wouldn't listen to her when she told him she wanted some attention.

So last week she had done something drastic. She had created a potion that would turn his mind to her, that would make him yearn for her attention. Of course she had to give it to him without him knowing, for he would never willingly drink such a potion, so for the last four days she had poured some in orange juice she had left for him in the fridge and told him it would make him a better Quidditch player. It frustrated her that she had not noticed any change in his behaviour towards her so this morning she had increased the strength of the potion. She could not imagine he would be able to resist her now!

What she didn't know is that Ron had never drank the orange juice she left him. He was not particularly fond of the muggle juice and had given it to his father because the man adored anything to do with Muggles, and he had eagerly drank it.

So when Arthur Weasley entered the kitchen and saw the yellow fruit juice in the fridge, he didn't think twice before drinking it. He had seen his daughter-in-law-to-be sitting at the kitchen table, staring outside. How could he not notice her sensual presence after all, she was gorgeous. The past few days he had started to appreciate her more and more, he had started to see how much she had grown into a woman, how much she had developed in the seven years he had known her. He often caught his mind wandering, thinking what it would be like to move his tongue over her hard nipples, what it would be like to feel her quivering underneath him. He looked at the young girl that had her back towards him while he pulled the orange juice in one draw. It was interesting that he had never noticed before how her little ass was teasing for attention under her skirt. A sexual glow seemed to be coming off her, He felt his cock getting hard as he imagined her spreading those milky tights for him. He wondered if she was a virgin. It exited him to think of her being tight and he wanted to know how it would feel if his big cock moved up in down her young cunt, spreading her shaft with every thrust.

Hermione turned her head when she heard an uncomfortable cough behind her and smiled brightly when she saw Mr. Weasley standing there with an awkward expression on his face. "I've got an interesting Muggle accessory in the basement, I though you might be able to explain to me .. what it is," he said, blushing lightly. She jumped off the chair, her well developed tits bouncing lightly. "Sure, I'd love to see it!" she said as she followed him down the stairs.

Mr. Weasley pointed her to a large desk, full of equipment. There was duct tape, glue, paper-clips, post-it's .. She walked over and softly stroke the desk. At the other side she suddenly noticed a My Little Pony and she gasped. It had been years since she had seen one. In fact, as a child she had a large collection. She bend over the desk and with some effort she was able to reach the toy. She pulled herself up and turned around to show it to Mr. Weasley.

To her surprise he was standing right behind her, his eyes gleaming in a way she had never seen before, his breath sharp and quick. "Oh!" she shrieked, "I didn't hear you move, Mr. Weasley." She looked at the My Little Pony in her hand and showed it to him with a nervous smile. "I love these! Do you have more of them?"

Arthur had no plan other than that he wanted to be alone with her when he invited her down the basement, but when she had bended over the desk, her perk little ass was desperately calling for him. Her skirt had crawled up and he could see the start of her strong tights as she crawling over his desk and it was then that he decided that she was going to fuck her, whether she wanted to or not.

Hermione was in shock when Mr. Weasley suddenly turned her around and roughly pushed her flat stomach on the desk and her wand fell on the floor. "Mr. Weasely!" she shrieked, trying to get up, but he pushed her down with his hand so she had nowhere to go. She heard him cast the Muffliato spell, followed by the door locking spell and an awful fear crept up in her. His intention could not be integer when he sealed the room from intruders. Tears welled in her eyes. She reached for a lamp beside her and tried to lift it. Her boyfriend's father saw her intention and with a quick wave of his wand her hands were tight to the desk. "What do you want of me!" she cried in panic. His voice was thick with lust when he answered, "I'm going to give you the best cock you'll ever have." She felt the subject of his words pressing to her ass and she started to sob. "Please Mr. Weasley, no! You don't want to do this, I don't want you to do this!"

He only laughed as he pulled her skirt up. Her protest only exited him more, her squirming body underneath his hands was a hot promise to the fire he would find in her when he entered her. He was looking forward to her fight.

His big hands moved over Hermione's round little ass before he roughly pulled down her knickers. His finger moved from her ivory looking back and descended past the crack of her sweet little ass, down to her teenage cunt. He spread her legs with force and she cried out in pain with his roughness. He liked the sound of her cries, his cock was pulsing painfully under his robes and he couldn't wait to hear her scream out when he entered her with force.

He knew a woman was supposed to have a wet cunt to have a remotely pleasurable experience, but he had always wondered what it would be like for him to push his hard cock inside a dry pussy. He wondered if it would intensify his pleasure when his sensitive cock would graze between scraping dry cunt walls.

He released his big pulsing cock and stroke it softly with his hand, promising it a wonderful experience. He looked down at the monster in his hand and a crooked smile appeared on his lips. He knew he was bigger than most men, even his wife had difficulty taking him sometimes after all those years. He was looking forward to ravishing the teenagers' tightness and splitting her in two with his pride and joy. He grabbed her hips that were quivering from the soft sobs she was still uttering. She went completely rigid under his touch and started up her plea again. "Please Mr. Weasley, no!" Little did she know that her pleas only encouraged him to go on, her sobs were like an aphrodisiac and he needed more of them.

Arthur positioned his throbbing, rock hard cock in front of her dry cunt and felt the shock that went through Hermione's body. Her body was squirming, struggling to move away but it was useless. Her pleas grew stronger, but they were to deaf man's ears.

With a hard thrust, Arthur plunged his cock inside Hermione's cunt.

She screamed out loud. The pain was killing her, she felt as if she was torn in two, like a big truck had just decided to park inside her private parts. Tears ran down her face, her screams were like sirens, loud and desperate. He pulled back and immediately thrust back again. It hurt so badly, she thought she would pass out. She still wiggled, trying to escape his burning cock, useless as it was.

This was better than he had ever imagined, Arthur thought as he plunged his cock hard in the young girl's cunt. Just like he expected, her dryness stimulated his sensitive cock. He knew he would have wounds when he would pull out but it was worth it to fulfil his life long fantasy. His movement went faster, Hermione's screams of pain and her sobbing filling his every sense, making the experience the hottest he had ever had. He pressed his fingers deeper in the white flesh of his sons' girlfriend's hips, as he plunged deeper inside of her tight shaft with each thrust.

"Fuck!" he screamed back at the teenager he was ravaging with extreme force, "You are so tight!" He felt he could not postpone his orgasm much longer. He knew she was bleeding, his flesh had stopped scraping her cunt walls some time ago and he could feel the wetness that was definitely not cunt juice, sopping with every thrust he gave her. "Fuck!" he continued, "You're such a hot little bitch!" His hips thrust into her over and over again. He pushed Hermione's body up when he pulled out and pricked her on his merciless dick with each thrust he gave her. Her screaming had stopped, but her sobbing continued. All she could still say was 'Please', a word she uttered every time he plunged inside her, making it sound like she begged for him to continue. Furthermore, the little word was accompanied by a little moan due to the force of his thrusts and it drove him over the edge.

Hermione was barely concious. All she could do was hope the nightmare would end quickly. She was sore and she hurt in places she didn't even know she could feel pain. The constant thrusts gained in speed until finally she could hear Mr. Weasley scream out his release. She was slightly surprised that she could feel the cum of the man she had respected so much all her life squirt into her pussy. His thrusts became short and purposeful, and with each one a load of cum invaded her ravished cunt shaft. She wondered if she'd ever feel clean again.

When he had released all the sperm his balls had produced into her tight little teenage cunt, he pulled out. He bent over to see the damage he had done and smiled. Sure enough she was bleeding and her cunt was swollen and looking red from the friction. He couldn't resist flicking his tongue over her ravished skin. To his surprise there was another taste he detected beyond the steal taste of blood – a bitter one with a hint of pumpkin.

Arthur grinned. Her mind might not have approved, but her body had certainly enjoyed part of his rough treatment. He got up and slapped Hermione's ass hard with the back of his hand. Her little ivory ass quivered in response, and he wasn't sure now if it was because of fear or expectations. "You little whore," he muttered appreciatively under his breath. He walked to the stairs to get something to drink, leaving the young teenager with an exposed cunt laying on his desk.

His cock hardened at the thought of her waiting for his return to the basement as he walked up. The only regret he had was that he had not noticed the horny little cunt before.

A/N This is a one shot, but if people appreciate it, I could come up with another chapter. Might not involve Arthur Weasley though ... Let me know what you think! :D