A/N: Well, this is a story that I worked very hard on and take much pride in when I'm not hiding it from my parents' prying eyes (just kidding, just kidding). I do like it very much when I'm not thinking of what really happens in this story, which is very similar to some of my experiences (at least subconsciously). So, please read this with caution and read it for it's true meaning, not just because you're bored. I want the reader to take time to think the story over and realize the effects of this idea, (you had time to read it, take a few minutes to think about it). Thank you all for appreciating my sensitivity (I only allow flames that tell me what I've done wrong so that I may please you, don't just tell me it sucked).

Disclaimer: JK is the exquisite creator of these fascinating characters who have left me mesmerized and also have assisted me with a lot. I own Adam, though if JK personally wants him, she may take him and I would be honored (but for right now he is for my use).

Thanks: Lilia, my best friend who has helped me through the experiences I have had (and for letting me read this to you so many times). Cheryl, my best friend also for helping me understand the world a little bit better (and for letting me bore your ears with questions). I thank you both deeply and truthfully.


The Origin of Evil

By: Shining Moonlight

It was my sixth year and the week after Easter break. I was in Arithmancy class when Professor Vector asked me if I would kindly get a roll of parchment from the supply closet on the second floor. I gladly said yes as the particular lesson was on Numerology charts of ancient Greece and we were reading from the textbook. I strolled down the staircases (making sure to jump the sinking stair) and easily found the closet. I noticed that the shelves were extremely dusty, but well stocked so I had trouble finding the parchment. I used a stool and was searching the top shelves when I heard the door click shut behind me and felt two ice-cold hands clamp about my waist and lift me down to the floor. I turned slowly around into the arms of Adam Twiddles, a boy I knew as an acquaintance. I asked him what he was doing and he said he had been going to his Transfiguration classroom when he had seen me and he said he could not resist my beauty and had decided to stop and say hello. I thought it was odd that he wouldn't mind being late to his class just to say hello to me, whom he sees every day, but I decided to laugh it off. He did not laugh with me, but stepped closer to me and tightened his embrace around me. I felt increasingly uncomfortable and asked him to step back a bit and to please remove his hands. He did neither and responded by cupping my face in his hands and forcing me to look him in the eye. And what eyes. They were gray, deep, and gave me the feeling of comfort. But now they were wide and excited and I tried to look away, but he would not let me. He was gentle, but demanding and I did not feel safe, but I couldn't deny how much I had suddenly been attracted to him. He slid his hands down my back and held me as though we were dancing. He forced me to lean close and I felt my head upon his sturdy chest. I looked up at him and his eyes were half closed. I felt awkward leaving my hands by my sides and I decided on to put them as far around his waist as they would go. His head rested upon mine and he started to stroke my hair softly, gently until I convinced myself that he was a wonderful man and my body finally stopped trembling with fear.

"I thought you weren't ever going to stop shaking, gorgeous." I looked up at him when he called me gorgeous, for he seldom used such well-mannered terms of speech. I thought he must have been trying hard for me to accept him because he must have known I had just broken up with Ron and I had not looked at a boy without saying something rude in a week.

"Why, thank you, I guess." I said not knowing how to respond. Then he stepped away and turned toward and locked the door.

"Unealohamouras Quatamnie" he muttered and I recognized it as a spell to keep a door locked until only the caster's hand turned the knob.

"Why'd you do that, Adam? I really should be getting to class, I've probably missed fifteen minutes already." I asked him.

"Well, I thought we might want to be alone for awhile and I know for a fact you have a two hour break now." He smiled at himself and shuffled closer to me until he was by my side once more. He leaned over and gently kissed my head and slipped his arm around my waist and tugged at me until I was crushed against him. Then he sat down on the stone floor, dragging me with him so that I was leaning against him for support. He leaned back against the shelves so that I was lying on him, my head resting an inch away from his chest. He firmly pushed my head down onto him and rested his hands on my back. I tried to stop him and call out, but I found I couldn't speak. He must have put a silencing charm on me while I was hugging him and had my eyes closed. I rose and fell with every breath he took and soon I felt comfort in this rhythm like motion. I pressed myself harder against his front as my mind drifted to feelings of pleasure, but I could not push the thoughts of Ron and men from my mind.

"Oh, gorgeous Hermione, tell me truthfully, what do you think of me?" Adam questioned surprising me.

"I think you're a wonderful, attractive man who loves me." I replied, my eyes still closed.

"Well, I think you're a beautiful, attractive woman who is in love with me." He nearly whispered into my hair.

"Oh, that is so true." I mumbled into his front and I brought my hand under his shirt to caress his chest.

"And I think you would love this even more," he said, while he lifted my head and brought his lips to mine. We kissed deeply for a moment and when his tongue flicked my lips, I parted my mouth to let it in. I suddenly jerked as though I'd been awoken from a deep sleep and realized what was happening. I pulled away from him and picked myself up off of the hard, now warm, ground. I looked down at my robes and realized that they had been pulled up past my stomach, and were wrinkled at my breast point. I quickly smoothed them down and saw Adam chuckling softly. He reached in his back pocket and took out a tape recorder.

"January 5th, 2004." He stated into it and stopped it.

"Well, Adam." I asked fury in my voice, causing it to shake.

"Well…" he trailed off. "Before I do what I plan to do, I will play back the tape, sound fair?" He asked, daring me to respond. I just stood there, shaking with hatred. What I heard was this,

"Well, I saw you, beautiful, and I just couldn't resist saying hello." Adam. Me laughing. Sighs of pleasure from both of us. "Well, gorgeous, I didn't think you were ever going to stop shaking." Adam. "Why thank you, I guess." Me. Groans of pleasure, and heavy breathing from us both. "Oh, gorgeous Hermione, tell me truthfully, what do you think of me?" Adam. "I think you're a wonderful, attractive man who loves me." Me. "Well, I think you're a beautiful, attractive women who is in love with me." Adam. "That is so true." Me. And I think you will love this even more." Adam. Us kissing. "January 5th, 2004"'

I cursed myself and Adam just laughed triumphantly. I did not realize that he had taken his shirt off while we were kissing, but I noticed now for his jeans were also on the floor in a crumpled pile near his socks and under clothing. Then he strolled over to me and kissed me again, although this time I did not enjoy it. He forced my mouth open and his hot tongue caressed mine, demanding me to respond to it with moans that sounded of contentment, but were not. This time I felt my robes slinking up, but could do nothing about it. As they came up over my head Adam broke apart from me and said,

"You shall be a great morsel for times to come." And then he was on me. He fiercely clawed my under garments off and began to rape me. I screamed, but it sounded pleased. Adam laughed and then went for my neck. I felt my heart throbbing and then the tears came. I twisted in and out of his grip until suddenly I thought it was over, but I could see him on me and I comprehended that I had gone numb. It seemed hopeless and after what seemed like eternity, I gave up and let him do his worst. He finally got up, and looked at me lying on the floor. He spat on me and I had no strength, but to defiantly stare at him. This only seemed to enliven him more and he was, without delay, on top of me once more. I felt everything yet again and had no hopes that he would ever stop, when suddenly he got up and took me with him. I had no strength and I bowed against him, which was the least thing I wanted to do at that moment. Adam caressed me, kissed me, and stroked me while I was standing.

Then he simply stated, "I loved it, you are in love with me, and I can do it again because I know when your breaks are. You are my property now." I stared at him in utter hatred and fainted in his arms.
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I awoke alone, and trembling with cold. I realized that I was in Adam's lap and that he was dressed in his pants and I was covered in his sweatshirt.

"Hello, love." He voiced, breaking the silence. I shivered, though this time it was not from the cold. I was sore, scratched, and bruised, although it was obvious that Adam had tried to dress my cuts the best he could with first aid supplies he had found on the shelf.

Icily I replied, "Why are you still here? And what do you want? Why don't you just go, just leave me here. It wouldn't make a difference, or did you think I would suddenly forgive you for ruining my life if you hung around to clean me up. Well I can do my own cleaning, get out of here."

"Well then, if that's what you really want, darling, then I'll be off. But you don't even think about telling anyone about this because I can do things that feel nice and things that hurt, it all depends on your attitude, but I will be seeing you alone more often, babe." Adam said, staring me in the eye. I stared back at him as long as I could, but soon I was looking at the ground.

"You are truly a beautiful thing, Hermione. Your beautiful slightly copper skin, your cinnamon brown eyes, your chestnut hair, your arms, your legs, I love it all. Every inch of you, every crevice and curve, I want. But I shall earn it. Oh, yes I could take it, and I might, but I will in the end, I shall earn you for myself." He said, looking sincere for a time.

"Oh, and one more thing," he said as an afterthought, changing immediately back to his mocking self. "I want to make it clear that you are going with me now." He waited for my response, his eyes lingering to where they shouldn't have. I was outraged at this sudden decision and I was determined to disagree but every time I tried to speak the words were lost in my throat and I remained silent. He snickered in triumph as he looked at me and squeezed me to him as if to show me that it was final, that I was his.

"Okay, your break should be over now, we can go to dinner, but remember, tell a soul and it will be much worse next time we meet. I quickly got up, threw his sweatshirt in his face and got dressed in my now torn robes while ignoring Adam's laughter and encouraging whistling. I strode to the door and turned the knob but it was stuck.

"Oh yes, I did cast that fortunate little spell to keep you in here as long as I don't open the door." Adam said lightly. I quivered with anger and said,

"Open the door, Adam, please leave me alone, don't hurt me anymore, open the door." I was ashamed of having to beg, but I had no other option, other than staying with Adam not knowing what he planned to do. He looked at me with pity in his eyes, but ignored my words and gestured to me to move closer. I refused and sat in my exposing robes at the other side of the closet. Adam laughed and grabbed my wrist, tugging me close. I struggled, but was so weak that I could do nothing. He sat me next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder. I was shaking and I knew it, but I kept my mind on not touching him and didn't worry about anything else. Adam must have sensed what I was doing and he pulled me to a standing position beside him and took my hand.

Then he said, "We're going to dinner and we're going to stay together." I nodded miserably and walked out the door behind him. Together we walked down three sets of stairs and just when I began to hear the rumble from the Great Hall, I knew I could not go in.

"Uh, Adam I think I need to get changed into a spare set of robes before we eat." I said, shaking with fear as I looked on at him, waiting for his reply. He looked me up and down, as a parent might if they were looking for something you took. His eyes showed that he found no reason why I shouldn't dress that way for him all the time, but he told me I could go and he would wait for me outside the door. I turned around and got to the Gryffindor tower without Adam grabbing my hand, and I mumbled the password

"Umbrella lips" so that he could not hear it. As soon as I got into the dormitory I began to cry, lacking sound. I sat on my bed and looked around at the surrounding four posters. Parvati's and, Lavender's, neither of whom I could tell this to. As I changed I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that my chest, thighs, and lower areas were marked with cuts and bruises could be found all over my arms. I had a large scrape near my collarbone, which was not covered by the material. I was frightened of what Adam had said and what he planned to do. I was certain I could not go back out there, to him. I spotted the trapdoor leading to the basement with excitement and hustled to it, bringing the door up, and sliding through. I heard movement outside the door and a low voice muttered

"Umbrella lips" and opened the door. Adam, tall and merciless, was standing in the dormitory. I quickly shut the trapdoor over my head and scrambled down the stairs to a dark, musty basement. I knew it well and I hurried to the exit, which would lead right outside the Great Hall. I burst out and locked the door under my feet. The din from the Great Hall was deafening and I still felt I could not go in without crying. I attempted to go sit down with Parvati, so that Adam could not find me when he got up, but I got as far as the Slytherin table where Malfoy told me I looked like a just hatched Norwegian Ridgeback when I felt the tears coming and ran, sobbing out of the room. I sat in a chair at the other end of the hall, bawling and thinking to myself that it was over. I could never be normal around anyone again, and I might as well give myself to Adam so at least he could have pleasure, because I was certain I'd never feel pleasure again. I let the tears run without caring to wipe them away, when I looked up and saw Ron coming down the hall, looking concerned. I tried to hide my face and wipe the evidence of tears away before he reached me, but in no time he was kneeling in front of me.

"Hermione! What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Ron asked again, brushing my hair out of my eyes. I jerked away when he touched me, still extremely over sensitive to anyone's touch. I did not answer because I thought if I tried to talk I'd break down and I did not want Ron to see me like that. He stayed by my side, just looking at me with a mixture of pity and confusion in his face. I was grateful that he didn't ask or touch me again. Finally, I took a deep breath and felt the courage building up inside of me to at least tell Ron that Adam had been hitting on me, though, I thought to myself, he had gone way beyond that point. I wanted to tell Ron that I didn't like it either. That was when I heard someone behind me, saw Ron's eyes travel up, and felt a sharp tap on my shoulder. I stood up and turned to face Adam. He gave me a look that caused fresh tears to well up in my eyes, but I blinked them back, willing myself not to let Adam see me that crying- I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of it. Adam then took my hand and pulled me around the corner of the hallway and into an all too familiar closet.

"What were you doing with him?" Adam snarled fiercely, pinning me to the wall, his hands gripping my shoulders.

"N-n-nothing," I whimpered, while hot tears that refused to stay in my eyes fell down my cheeks. He removed one hand and brushed them away. I felt a surge of revulsion squirming in my stomach like an eel when his hand touched my cheek. I smelled his scent that I had struggled to forget; I saw his face that I feared now and forever. I heard his laughter ringing in my ears that I had attempted to push out of my mind. And I knew I could never get away from it.
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End of Part I


I thought I'd add a bit of an ending. This story deals with serious topics, such as rape, depression, and suicide. If you are dealing with these feelings or things happening in your life DO NOT SUFFER QUIETLY! Tell someone you trust like a parent, counselor, friend, relative orcall a crisis line. The Hope Line (656-HOPE) has many caring people who can help you and is completely confidential.