A/N: This chapter is where we get into the R stuff.so if you're offended by
rated R Harry Potter fan fiction, then please please oh PLEASE avert your
eyes! Kay? ^.^
Hermione awoke the next morning to sunshine filtering through the curtains of her four-poster. She frowned as memories of the night before came back to her. Ron just wouldn't let up. When she told him that they should take it slow, he ran off to go snog some girl. 'What a git!' She huffed loudly and made a forced effort to keep from whimpering again.
She stretched her arms and rolled over. Atop of one of her pillows was an envelope. She smiled. 'Maybe George has sent me a letter. How sweet.' She decided George could be a true gentleman when Fred's not around. She reached over to snatch up the letter.
She found herself frowning again. The scrawl was obviously in Ron's handwriting. "What did he want?" she muttered to herself. She ripped the seal and opened the rough, off-white envelope. A happiness that she hadn't felt in a long time was quickly overtaking her.
"Hermione,
I've been a complete idiot lately, and I'd like to make it up to you. Meet me in the Astronomy tower tonight at seven o'clock sharp! I have a surprise for you.
Love,
Ron"
Hermione smiled when her eyes fell on "Love,". Did he mean that? Or was it just a formality like all of his other letters from summers past? She decided it didn't matter. She'd go to him tonight.
Hermione flew through the day, feeling better than she had in a long time. Tonight they'd make up. Tonight he'd apologize for his stupidity. Everything was going to be okay. The hours flew by as the classes did. By lunch time she was a nervous wreck. Butterflies seemed to be inhabiting her rib cages, beating their wings madly.
Finally, the muggle clock by her bed informed her that it was six thirty. It was time to get ready and hurry up to the tower to meet him. She had been excited and curious all day. Ron had said he had a surprise for her. She didn't quite know what to expect.
She combed through her mass of thick brown hair. She checked herself over twice in the mirror, before finally approving of the girl she saw in the reflection.
She sprinted down the stairs and out of the portrait hole before anyone, even Harry, could say a word. She rushed down the hallways, hurrying as fast as she could without running to the tower.
Hermione climbed the last few steps up to the Astronomy tower, her excitement at its apex. It wouldn't be long now. She pushed open the heavy, oak door and stepped inside.
The moment she stepped in, she wished she could have turned and ran.
"Ah, the mudblood. Greetings Granger." Malfoy walked up to her, smirking. "Don't worry about trying to escape, I've made sure that only I can open it from the inside." He stepped up to her, a full head taller than Hermione, he took her hand, pulling her along.
"What are you doing Malfoy? Did you fabricate that letter? How'd you get into---" she was suddenly cut off as Malfoy's wand waved and he whispered a curse.
"No one can hear your babble now, mudblood. So, please follow me, and do be nice. You certainly don't want to be angering me. It certainly won't do." He slapped her, knocking Hermione to the floor. "Don't make me paralyze you too. Now, mudblood, you're going to do exactly as I say, and you won't get hurt. Understand?" He smiled down at her.
Hermione nodded, unsure of what to do. He'd really put her in a spot. What in hell did Malfoy have up his sleeve? Hermione rested on her knees on the floor, looking up at him. The more obedient she was, Hermione guessed, the quicker she'd get out of this situation. Certainly Harry or SOMEONE had noticed she'd left Gryffindor tower, maybe someone will find them. She sighed, no sound coming from her lips.
"Now, take off your clothes mudblood. I will not have you wearing those despicable Gryffindor robes." When she didn't immediately comply, he barked at her, "NOW!" He slapped her again, her body slammed against the cold, stone floor.
Hermione, tearfully disrobed. She uneasily slipped off her sweater, tossing it aside. She, in humiliated and defeated gesture, unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her chest.
"Ah, good, I knew you'd be good for something." He cackled in delight. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, ripping the shirt the rest of the way off. His hand snaked its way into the cup of her bra. Her skin shivered at his touch and she felt dirty. 'How could she allow this?' She wanted to slap him and run. She felt so disgusting, Malfoy touching her like this.
Malfoy unsnapped her bra, letting it cascade down her arms. "Now take off your skirt and panties. We are going to have some fun." He grinned, viciously. Hermione gulped, unzipping her skirt, and sliding it down her legs. She stepped out of it, but refused to take off her underwear. She stared at him, cold and defiantly. She wished she could just call out for help. Make any sort of sound.
"What? Won't take it off will you? Then I'll just have to help you with that." This time he hit her so hard that her lip was bleeding, and her head was reeling. She was barely conscious from the blow. She could distinctly feel Malfoy's disgusting fingers ripping away her last shreds of dignity. She attempted to cry out, but no sounds came. She clawed at the floor, but couldn't get away.
Malfoy situated himself on top of her, and with a thrust he was in her. "Ah, mudblood is a virgin. How wonderfully tight." He watched her face wincing. She wanted to scream from the pain, from the humility. She closed her eyes, and tried to shut herself down, to get away from him. No matter what she did, she could feel his hot breath over her face, his penis thrusting inside of her. He was too heavy. She wanted to scream. She wanted him off of her. She wanted to be in Ron's arms, or safe in her room with a book.
"Get off of her Malfoy!" Ron stormed into the room.
"Shove it..Weasley." Malfoy managed in between thrusts. He was quickly reaching his climax. Ron ran up to him, savagely pulling him off of Hermione. Hermione watched in awe. A wave of humility fell over her, realizing she was naked. She reached for her clothes, attempting to rashly cover up.
Ron proceeded with his beating of Malfoy. "How dare you do this to her. Your worse than a Slytherin, Malfoy, you're a rapist. Guys like you don't live long. If you're lucky you'll live long enough to see the sunrise." Ron punched him in the cheek, Malfoy's face oozing blood.
"What on earth is happening in here?!" McGonagall had appeared in the room. She stared in horror at the sight. Hermione on the floor, clothes in disarray. Ron, punching the life out of Malfoy. Malfoy, with his pants down getting the shit beaten out of him.
Hermione kept her eyes on the floor, shivering and wrapping her arms around herself.
Ron was quick to explain to the professor exactly what had happened. Dumbledore arrived and Malfoy was expelled. Hermione was escorted to the hospital wing and Ron was awarded ten points for Gryffindor for protecting his friend.
Over the next several weeks, Hermione started to avoid both Ron and Harry. She was too humiliated for the human contact. She felt guilty and ashamed. It was almost as if it was her fault. She was the one whom had fallen for Malfoy's stupid trick. She couldn't look Ron, her knight, in the eye.
Hermione awoke the next morning to sunshine filtering through the curtains of her four-poster. She frowned as memories of the night before came back to her. Ron just wouldn't let up. When she told him that they should take it slow, he ran off to go snog some girl. 'What a git!' She huffed loudly and made a forced effort to keep from whimpering again.
She stretched her arms and rolled over. Atop of one of her pillows was an envelope. She smiled. 'Maybe George has sent me a letter. How sweet.' She decided George could be a true gentleman when Fred's not around. She reached over to snatch up the letter.
She found herself frowning again. The scrawl was obviously in Ron's handwriting. "What did he want?" she muttered to herself. She ripped the seal and opened the rough, off-white envelope. A happiness that she hadn't felt in a long time was quickly overtaking her.
"Hermione,
I've been a complete idiot lately, and I'd like to make it up to you. Meet me in the Astronomy tower tonight at seven o'clock sharp! I have a surprise for you.
Love,
Ron"
Hermione smiled when her eyes fell on "Love,". Did he mean that? Or was it just a formality like all of his other letters from summers past? She decided it didn't matter. She'd go to him tonight.
Hermione flew through the day, feeling better than she had in a long time. Tonight they'd make up. Tonight he'd apologize for his stupidity. Everything was going to be okay. The hours flew by as the classes did. By lunch time she was a nervous wreck. Butterflies seemed to be inhabiting her rib cages, beating their wings madly.
Finally, the muggle clock by her bed informed her that it was six thirty. It was time to get ready and hurry up to the tower to meet him. She had been excited and curious all day. Ron had said he had a surprise for her. She didn't quite know what to expect.
She combed through her mass of thick brown hair. She checked herself over twice in the mirror, before finally approving of the girl she saw in the reflection.
She sprinted down the stairs and out of the portrait hole before anyone, even Harry, could say a word. She rushed down the hallways, hurrying as fast as she could without running to the tower.
Hermione climbed the last few steps up to the Astronomy tower, her excitement at its apex. It wouldn't be long now. She pushed open the heavy, oak door and stepped inside.
The moment she stepped in, she wished she could have turned and ran.
"Ah, the mudblood. Greetings Granger." Malfoy walked up to her, smirking. "Don't worry about trying to escape, I've made sure that only I can open it from the inside." He stepped up to her, a full head taller than Hermione, he took her hand, pulling her along.
"What are you doing Malfoy? Did you fabricate that letter? How'd you get into---" she was suddenly cut off as Malfoy's wand waved and he whispered a curse.
"No one can hear your babble now, mudblood. So, please follow me, and do be nice. You certainly don't want to be angering me. It certainly won't do." He slapped her, knocking Hermione to the floor. "Don't make me paralyze you too. Now, mudblood, you're going to do exactly as I say, and you won't get hurt. Understand?" He smiled down at her.
Hermione nodded, unsure of what to do. He'd really put her in a spot. What in hell did Malfoy have up his sleeve? Hermione rested on her knees on the floor, looking up at him. The more obedient she was, Hermione guessed, the quicker she'd get out of this situation. Certainly Harry or SOMEONE had noticed she'd left Gryffindor tower, maybe someone will find them. She sighed, no sound coming from her lips.
"Now, take off your clothes mudblood. I will not have you wearing those despicable Gryffindor robes." When she didn't immediately comply, he barked at her, "NOW!" He slapped her again, her body slammed against the cold, stone floor.
Hermione, tearfully disrobed. She uneasily slipped off her sweater, tossing it aside. She, in humiliated and defeated gesture, unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her chest.
"Ah, good, I knew you'd be good for something." He cackled in delight. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, ripping the shirt the rest of the way off. His hand snaked its way into the cup of her bra. Her skin shivered at his touch and she felt dirty. 'How could she allow this?' She wanted to slap him and run. She felt so disgusting, Malfoy touching her like this.
Malfoy unsnapped her bra, letting it cascade down her arms. "Now take off your skirt and panties. We are going to have some fun." He grinned, viciously. Hermione gulped, unzipping her skirt, and sliding it down her legs. She stepped out of it, but refused to take off her underwear. She stared at him, cold and defiantly. She wished she could just call out for help. Make any sort of sound.
"What? Won't take it off will you? Then I'll just have to help you with that." This time he hit her so hard that her lip was bleeding, and her head was reeling. She was barely conscious from the blow. She could distinctly feel Malfoy's disgusting fingers ripping away her last shreds of dignity. She attempted to cry out, but no sounds came. She clawed at the floor, but couldn't get away.
Malfoy situated himself on top of her, and with a thrust he was in her. "Ah, mudblood is a virgin. How wonderfully tight." He watched her face wincing. She wanted to scream from the pain, from the humility. She closed her eyes, and tried to shut herself down, to get away from him. No matter what she did, she could feel his hot breath over her face, his penis thrusting inside of her. He was too heavy. She wanted to scream. She wanted him off of her. She wanted to be in Ron's arms, or safe in her room with a book.
"Get off of her Malfoy!" Ron stormed into the room.
"Shove it..Weasley." Malfoy managed in between thrusts. He was quickly reaching his climax. Ron ran up to him, savagely pulling him off of Hermione. Hermione watched in awe. A wave of humility fell over her, realizing she was naked. She reached for her clothes, attempting to rashly cover up.
Ron proceeded with his beating of Malfoy. "How dare you do this to her. Your worse than a Slytherin, Malfoy, you're a rapist. Guys like you don't live long. If you're lucky you'll live long enough to see the sunrise." Ron punched him in the cheek, Malfoy's face oozing blood.
"What on earth is happening in here?!" McGonagall had appeared in the room. She stared in horror at the sight. Hermione on the floor, clothes in disarray. Ron, punching the life out of Malfoy. Malfoy, with his pants down getting the shit beaten out of him.
Hermione kept her eyes on the floor, shivering and wrapping her arms around herself.
Ron was quick to explain to the professor exactly what had happened. Dumbledore arrived and Malfoy was expelled. Hermione was escorted to the hospital wing and Ron was awarded ten points for Gryffindor for protecting his friend.
Over the next several weeks, Hermione started to avoid both Ron and Harry. She was too humiliated for the human contact. She felt guilty and ashamed. It was almost as if it was her fault. She was the one whom had fallen for Malfoy's stupid trick. She couldn't look Ron, her knight, in the eye.