Hi!
Okie this is my first fic of this nature, I'm not quite sure where the idea
came from but it appeared and ate away at me till I wrote it. Anyway, this
is something I myself have never experienced and I hope never to do so but
I do hope I wrote it ok.
Please read and review, even flames are welcome, my house is cold and I can
use them to heat it up ^_^.
~ Midnight Elf
Oh, before I forget {~ * ~} means a change of point of view though I do hope that its not to confusing that way. Oh and a warning.
This fic deals with RAPE and the resultant consequences so if you hate fics like that, stop right here please, I don't mind people telling what they think of me but don't read it just to call me a sick little bitch. Originally, this fic was rated NC-17 but due to the sad censorship of ff.net, I had to change it. And since I have seen worse stuff in R rated movies, I figured that it was possible for this story to be R rated without getting me in trouble.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this but the plot. As far as I know, I am making nothing and all characters and sets belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. I am just twisting her world for my own sick little purposes ^_^. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------- Dark Power
She leaned back and stretched. She was getting closer to her goal but it was still taking a long time and large amounts of her energy. Even with the special permission to use the library after hours.
With a yawn, she gathered up her notes, books and writing utensils and left the library. It was midnight and no one would be around. Professor McGonagall had assured her that Filch was not to even speak to her if he saw her and over the weeks of extra study, he never had.
Slowly, she walked the familiar path to the Gryffindor tower and her bed. The corridor torches were dimly lit but still provided her with the necessary light so she didn't run in to anything.
She thought back to the work she was doing, ignoring everything around her. Professor McGonagall had approached her with it after class one afternoon and had offered it as extra credit. She had accepted it and even with the hard work, she was intrigued by the information she was finding while doing the research.
So absorbed in her thoughts, she never sensed him until almost too late. Only the slightest whisper of cloth even alerted her to another's presence near her. She paused in her tracks and spun around to tell off whoever was there for being out of bed after hours. She froze when she saw him.
Eyes glittering with malice gazed into her own and a slight tingling of fear rose up. She tried to figure out who he was but his face seemed to be in constant shadow, even when under the muted torchlight. Only his eyes were visible. A long black cloak concealed his body and his hair was coloured the deepest black. He pulled out a wand and pointed it slowly in her direction.
Fear rushed up rapidly to engulf her and she pivoted to flee, forgetting she herself was armed and had an arsenal of spells at her disposal. The surge of adrenaline caused any rational thought to fly from her mind, leaving behind only one. Escape!
She took off and got only a few meters when she heard the Latin of a spell spoken with confidence. It seemed eternity before the spell hit, but in reality only a few seconds passed. It felt rather like a water balloon exploding in at the small of her back and her books and parchments scattered as she dropped them.
After the impact, she felt ribbons of something wrapping around her body, drawing themselves tight. She felt them sinking into her body and ice ran through her veins. It raced through her body down into her lower abdomen, settling there in an icy bloom. She scrambled to think, as she reeled from the shock of the spell, of what was located in that part of the body. Then she vaguely remembered from a muggle physiology text she had once read, that all that was located in that exact area was the bladder and the uterus.
She heard footsteps come up behind her as she struggled to recover from the spell. An arm encircled her waist and she was pulled roughly down the hall and behind a tapestry where a black opening waited.
~ * ~
He watched her walk from the library and down the dimly lit corridor. As he watched, he thought back to what had brought him to this moment.
A week in watching her had imprinted her schedule in his mind and weeks of planning had led to this moment. He had even practiced the entire thing with others, making sure to wipe their minds of the experience. He held the thought of his power over them tight in his mind, letting the pleasure of the experiences fill his thoughts.
But it had all been in preparation for this moment. He had spent several days researching the necessary spells and now all was ready. He had even found a hidden room where he could take her.
As she turned the corner, he moved to follow, his steps silent and purposeful. They made it up to the corridor he wanted and then he allowed his clothing to rustle. She froze and he allowed himself the pleasure of seeing the split second reaction of fear. She spun around and he smiled once more to himself as he gazed into her eyes.
He could see her trying for a second to ascertain his identity but the spells he had used prevented that. First one to turn his hair like the blackest night since black covered all hair colours and then the shadow spell to hide his entire face but his eyes.
He pulled out his wand and watched her turn to flee. He indulged her briefly, letting her think she had a chance to escape and then he spoke the spell. A stream of blood red shot from his wand and hit her in the small of her back. He was pleased to see her reel in surprise and she dropped all her things. Blood red ribbons of magic wound around her and sunk into her body.
This spell had been entirely necessary. He had no desire to see himself exposed because this showing of power caused a bastard to be born. It had been a brilliant find of his; right there in a simple spell book in the very library Hermione had been taking refuge in for her study.
He put his wand back in its pocket in his cloak and walked up behind her as she struggled to recover from the spell. He grabbed her around the waist and dragged her down the corridor to a tapestry that hid the entrance to the room he had prepared for this.
~ * ~
Shadow filled a room as they entered and he dropped her in a heap on the floor in the center of the room while he crossed to the fireplace and pointed his wand causing a flame to leap up in the grate. The light of the fire barely lit the room but she looked around regardless, the iciness that had filled her abdomen before slowly fading.
She looked in his direction and was relieved to see his back to her. She stood up slowly and walked backwards slowly toward the door. Just as she turned around to exit, he grabbed her, seeming to come out of nowhere.
"I think not Hermione." A voice hissed in her ear as hands closed painfully around her arms. She began to flail and thrash about, hoping to cause him to drop her. He let go of her one arm to get better control of her and she took that opportunity to lash out, the blow barely missing him as he moved his head to avoid it. He cursed and flung her to the floor hard. Her head hit the hard stone and she saw stars. He began to circle her fallen form as she lay there trying to get her focus back; the room was blurry.
"You think your so smart little Miss Gryffindor prefect." He hissed as he circled her. "Well you weren't smart enough to avoid me were you." Her vision cleared and looked up at him into eyes filled with hatred and anticipation.
He suddenly reached down and hauled her to her feet. She swayed with dizziness and he looked at her, lust replacing the malice form earlier. He propelled her body until she felt the wall hard against her back and she cried out with the pain. He bent his still shadowed face and sealed in her cries with a bruising kiss. She immediately lashed out and bit his mouth hard enough to draw blood, its metallic taste filling her mouth.
He pulled back with a growl of rage and she looked up at him defiantly, licking her lips to rid herself of the last traces of his blood. He watched this movement; anger replaced by lust once more and the feeling of triumph fled her.
She watched as he pulled out his wand and pointed, suddenly her hands were pulled above her head and held in place somehow. She struggled in her bonds, succeeding in only twisting her one arm painfully until she returned to the position she had been in seconds before.
He reached out and slowly, one by one, opened the clasps holding her robe together. She wished she could see his face but he kept it hidden behind the shadowing spell. As if reading her thoughts, he took out his wand and said the finishing spell.
"Finite Incantatum"
She watched as the shadow faded away revealing the face of her attacker. She gasped when she saw who it was and was startled to see the black fade from his hair, replaced with a lighter colour.
He grinned at her and then removed a dagger from his cloak and slowly cut away her open robe, leaving only the clothing she wore underneath. What she had chosen for practicality and comfort seemed thin and revealing to her now, as he looked her suspended form up and down.
He reached down to her hips and toyed briefly with the drawstring of her pajama pants before running his hands up and down the sides of her torso, allowing them to linger briefly at the curve of her breasts. She looked at his face, studying it as he did this. The blood was still on his lips, staining them a crimson shade and glistening wetly still. She felt his hands leave her body and then they invaded again, this time between her legs.
She scissored them shut as tight as she could to prevent him from touching her but he simply drew them apart efficiently with his hands before cupping her roughly. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out from the pain he caused and he frowned.
"So silent little Gryffindor. Where is that voice you seem to have no trouble using at other times?" He asked and then squeezed her harder again frowning when she made no sound.
Then he pulled away from her, anger written on his face. But it couldn't quite chase away the lust that lingered in his eyes. She sagged in her bonds with relief, if she made no noise, maybe he wouldn't touch her anymore but her hopes where dashed when he spoke again.
"You may be silent now, but we shall she how long that lasts." He reached up and grabbed the neckline of her shirt, tearing it open to the waist. He pushed the fabric aside and looked at her revealed body, his eyes taking in her breasts covered now only by a thin white camisole. He noticed the laces holding that together and she froze as he slowly slid them from their holes. Then he parted the cloth. The cold air hit her exposed chest, causing her nipples to harden and he smiled at that sight. She twisted slightly, trying to cause the fabric to move to cover her but he stilled her when he reached up and pinched one nipple roughly. Pain shot through her and she gasped, but it was the only sound she allowed to escape.
He looked at her face when the sound reached his ears and the smile on his face spread to a grin. She knew her eyes were watery and probably dulled by the pain and fear and she knew that's what he was probably looking for.
He bent down and took her one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it hard while he fondled the other breast roughly. The two sensations caused Hermione to almost break her vow to herself to not give in and remain silent. Her entire body was sore from the rough treatment and she was wishing it were all over.
He pulled away, leaving her one breast red and wet from the combination of saliva and blood from his mouth. He reached down and pulled the drawstring from her pants roughly and they loosed and fell to her feet.
He took his wand again and pointed at her bound hands and she was released. She fell to the floor, grateful; thinking the humiliation was over. He pulled her up roughly and again, covered her mouth with a bruising, breath stealing kiss. He pulled away just as she was about to bit again and propelled he across the room to a darkened corner. Torches burst to life, revealing a bed which he tossed her to.
She landed and rolled over to sit up and either fight or run and he only laughed. He reached out and backhanded her across the face, and she fell back.
He removed his cloak, revealing indistinguishable black clothing underneath. He advanced on the bed and then before she could do anything, he straddled her prone form, pinning her to the bed with is weight.
He reached down and fondled and pinched at her breasts again before allowing one hand to travel down her body and back between her legs. She tried to close them against his hand but couldn't. He grasped her roughing, only the thin cotton of her panties protecting her. But those were gone now too, ripped away by the invading hand.
"Common little Gryffindor, scream for me." He hissed as he began to prod a finger into her. She whimpered in fear and tried to cringe away but he only grinned and continued his ministrations with his hand.
As he did this, she could feel something hard against her thigh and when she realized what it was, his hand deserted her, replaced with the cloth covered hardness. He ground his pelvis into her naked vagina and tears began to trail down her cheeks.
"I think the preliminaries are over, don't you?" He asked looking down at her. Then she watched through half focused eyes as he removed his shirt and undid the buttons of his trousers.
He grinned lustily down at her and she simply went into her mind, carrying herself away from this place and out into the sunshine of her parent's backyard, one of her favorite places.
Through it all, she felt something poking at her opening and then the sunshine and warmth were torn away as he thrust into her and ripped through her virginity. The pain caused her to cry out and struggle against him, trying to remove herself from the cause of the pain.
He pulled back and thrust savagely again and pain blossomed again, becoming more and more with each of his thrusts. Tears streamed down her cheeks and the air was alive with her cries and pleading.
"No more! Please Stop...Hurts!!!"
He only grinned lustily and continued in earnest. Finally after what seemed like forever, his eyes glazed over slightly and she felt his seed fill and invade her insides. When he pulled away, she rolled over, pulling her body tightly into a ball and he chuckled.
~ * ~
The power! He had felt it surge through him from her upon his orgasm. It had been even more powerful than he had anticipated due to her virginity. Raping a woman had power in itself but to rape a virgin was the most power over someone he could ever have. From now on, she would always remember her first time this way and she would remember who had taken it from her.
He looked at her shivering, balled up form. He had to admit she had a nice body, a lot nicer than he had thought and it had made his victory over her even sweeter. He could see her thighs were wet with blood and his seed and he enjoyed the site.
Unfortunately, he had some business to take care of before he could send her on her way. He could still see the sobs shaking her body and it was a pity she kept them silent but it was no bother to him. He reached over and patted her hard on the ass and she pulled away with an odd animal sound.
"Well my little Gryffindor. Time for you to be leaving but first I have a few things to clear up with you." He said cheerfully, "And here they are. First, this was nice but after today, this room will no longer be accessible from where it was tonight, so don't bother going to look for it. Second, you know who I am so when you see me, you are to act like nothing has happened but we both with know something did and any time you look at me or I at you, you will feel it. Finally, if you tell a soul and I mean anyone, I will find out and someone will get hurt!"
Then he went across the room and used his wand to gather up her clothing and repair all the tears and cuts he had made. He tossed it at her quivering form on the bed and spoke once more.
"Now get dressed, and get out." He watched as she unfolded like a shot and pulled her clothing on, her robe wrapped tight around her. She looked around frantically like a cornered animal and spotted the door and ran out. He watched her go with a chuckle and then sat back, letting the power of her rush through his body.
~ * ~
She lay, curled on the bed he had raped her on while he watched her, she could feel his eyes on her. He spoke something that she barely heard, except for the part about not telling anyone, and then she heard cloth hit the bed beside her. She sat up, pulled all her clothing on quickly and looked around frantically for the exit.
She felt dirty and violated and this felling accompanied her as she ran down the corridors to the prefect's girl's bathroom. She found her wand among her things and she stripped as fast as she could, tossing all the clothing into the large fireplace that dominated the bathroom. She pointed and a large fire leapt up, eating up the cloth greedily.
She stepped into a shower stall and turned the water as hot as she could bear and scrubbed her body till she was raw but she could still see the redness of the blood on her thighs mixed with the whitish colour of her attacker's seed.
Finally she shut the shower off and wrapping herself in all she could find, a large white towel, she left the bathroom, her clothing still smoldering in the grate. She arrived in the common room and dashed up to the dorm she shared with the other Gryffindor 6th year girls and dropped the towel. Then she pulled the first thing she could find from her trunk and buried herself under her covers wishing for sleep to carry her away to oblivion.
Read and Review ^_^
~Midnight Elf
Oh, before I forget {~ * ~} means a change of point of view though I do hope that its not to confusing that way. Oh and a warning.
This fic deals with RAPE and the resultant consequences so if you hate fics like that, stop right here please, I don't mind people telling what they think of me but don't read it just to call me a sick little bitch. Originally, this fic was rated NC-17 but due to the sad censorship of ff.net, I had to change it. And since I have seen worse stuff in R rated movies, I figured that it was possible for this story to be R rated without getting me in trouble.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this but the plot. As far as I know, I am making nothing and all characters and sets belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. I am just twisting her world for my own sick little purposes ^_^. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------- Dark Power
She leaned back and stretched. She was getting closer to her goal but it was still taking a long time and large amounts of her energy. Even with the special permission to use the library after hours.
With a yawn, she gathered up her notes, books and writing utensils and left the library. It was midnight and no one would be around. Professor McGonagall had assured her that Filch was not to even speak to her if he saw her and over the weeks of extra study, he never had.
Slowly, she walked the familiar path to the Gryffindor tower and her bed. The corridor torches were dimly lit but still provided her with the necessary light so she didn't run in to anything.
She thought back to the work she was doing, ignoring everything around her. Professor McGonagall had approached her with it after class one afternoon and had offered it as extra credit. She had accepted it and even with the hard work, she was intrigued by the information she was finding while doing the research.
So absorbed in her thoughts, she never sensed him until almost too late. Only the slightest whisper of cloth even alerted her to another's presence near her. She paused in her tracks and spun around to tell off whoever was there for being out of bed after hours. She froze when she saw him.
Eyes glittering with malice gazed into her own and a slight tingling of fear rose up. She tried to figure out who he was but his face seemed to be in constant shadow, even when under the muted torchlight. Only his eyes were visible. A long black cloak concealed his body and his hair was coloured the deepest black. He pulled out a wand and pointed it slowly in her direction.
Fear rushed up rapidly to engulf her and she pivoted to flee, forgetting she herself was armed and had an arsenal of spells at her disposal. The surge of adrenaline caused any rational thought to fly from her mind, leaving behind only one. Escape!
She took off and got only a few meters when she heard the Latin of a spell spoken with confidence. It seemed eternity before the spell hit, but in reality only a few seconds passed. It felt rather like a water balloon exploding in at the small of her back and her books and parchments scattered as she dropped them.
After the impact, she felt ribbons of something wrapping around her body, drawing themselves tight. She felt them sinking into her body and ice ran through her veins. It raced through her body down into her lower abdomen, settling there in an icy bloom. She scrambled to think, as she reeled from the shock of the spell, of what was located in that part of the body. Then she vaguely remembered from a muggle physiology text she had once read, that all that was located in that exact area was the bladder and the uterus.
She heard footsteps come up behind her as she struggled to recover from the spell. An arm encircled her waist and she was pulled roughly down the hall and behind a tapestry where a black opening waited.
~ * ~
He watched her walk from the library and down the dimly lit corridor. As he watched, he thought back to what had brought him to this moment.
A week in watching her had imprinted her schedule in his mind and weeks of planning had led to this moment. He had even practiced the entire thing with others, making sure to wipe their minds of the experience. He held the thought of his power over them tight in his mind, letting the pleasure of the experiences fill his thoughts.
But it had all been in preparation for this moment. He had spent several days researching the necessary spells and now all was ready. He had even found a hidden room where he could take her.
As she turned the corner, he moved to follow, his steps silent and purposeful. They made it up to the corridor he wanted and then he allowed his clothing to rustle. She froze and he allowed himself the pleasure of seeing the split second reaction of fear. She spun around and he smiled once more to himself as he gazed into her eyes.
He could see her trying for a second to ascertain his identity but the spells he had used prevented that. First one to turn his hair like the blackest night since black covered all hair colours and then the shadow spell to hide his entire face but his eyes.
He pulled out his wand and watched her turn to flee. He indulged her briefly, letting her think she had a chance to escape and then he spoke the spell. A stream of blood red shot from his wand and hit her in the small of her back. He was pleased to see her reel in surprise and she dropped all her things. Blood red ribbons of magic wound around her and sunk into her body.
This spell had been entirely necessary. He had no desire to see himself exposed because this showing of power caused a bastard to be born. It had been a brilliant find of his; right there in a simple spell book in the very library Hermione had been taking refuge in for her study.
He put his wand back in its pocket in his cloak and walked up behind her as she struggled to recover from the spell. He grabbed her around the waist and dragged her down the corridor to a tapestry that hid the entrance to the room he had prepared for this.
~ * ~
Shadow filled a room as they entered and he dropped her in a heap on the floor in the center of the room while he crossed to the fireplace and pointed his wand causing a flame to leap up in the grate. The light of the fire barely lit the room but she looked around regardless, the iciness that had filled her abdomen before slowly fading.
She looked in his direction and was relieved to see his back to her. She stood up slowly and walked backwards slowly toward the door. Just as she turned around to exit, he grabbed her, seeming to come out of nowhere.
"I think not Hermione." A voice hissed in her ear as hands closed painfully around her arms. She began to flail and thrash about, hoping to cause him to drop her. He let go of her one arm to get better control of her and she took that opportunity to lash out, the blow barely missing him as he moved his head to avoid it. He cursed and flung her to the floor hard. Her head hit the hard stone and she saw stars. He began to circle her fallen form as she lay there trying to get her focus back; the room was blurry.
"You think your so smart little Miss Gryffindor prefect." He hissed as he circled her. "Well you weren't smart enough to avoid me were you." Her vision cleared and looked up at him into eyes filled with hatred and anticipation.
He suddenly reached down and hauled her to her feet. She swayed with dizziness and he looked at her, lust replacing the malice form earlier. He propelled her body until she felt the wall hard against her back and she cried out with the pain. He bent his still shadowed face and sealed in her cries with a bruising kiss. She immediately lashed out and bit his mouth hard enough to draw blood, its metallic taste filling her mouth.
He pulled back with a growl of rage and she looked up at him defiantly, licking her lips to rid herself of the last traces of his blood. He watched this movement; anger replaced by lust once more and the feeling of triumph fled her.
She watched as he pulled out his wand and pointed, suddenly her hands were pulled above her head and held in place somehow. She struggled in her bonds, succeeding in only twisting her one arm painfully until she returned to the position she had been in seconds before.
He reached out and slowly, one by one, opened the clasps holding her robe together. She wished she could see his face but he kept it hidden behind the shadowing spell. As if reading her thoughts, he took out his wand and said the finishing spell.
"Finite Incantatum"
She watched as the shadow faded away revealing the face of her attacker. She gasped when she saw who it was and was startled to see the black fade from his hair, replaced with a lighter colour.
He grinned at her and then removed a dagger from his cloak and slowly cut away her open robe, leaving only the clothing she wore underneath. What she had chosen for practicality and comfort seemed thin and revealing to her now, as he looked her suspended form up and down.
He reached down to her hips and toyed briefly with the drawstring of her pajama pants before running his hands up and down the sides of her torso, allowing them to linger briefly at the curve of her breasts. She looked at his face, studying it as he did this. The blood was still on his lips, staining them a crimson shade and glistening wetly still. She felt his hands leave her body and then they invaded again, this time between her legs.
She scissored them shut as tight as she could to prevent him from touching her but he simply drew them apart efficiently with his hands before cupping her roughly. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out from the pain he caused and he frowned.
"So silent little Gryffindor. Where is that voice you seem to have no trouble using at other times?" He asked and then squeezed her harder again frowning when she made no sound.
Then he pulled away from her, anger written on his face. But it couldn't quite chase away the lust that lingered in his eyes. She sagged in her bonds with relief, if she made no noise, maybe he wouldn't touch her anymore but her hopes where dashed when he spoke again.
"You may be silent now, but we shall she how long that lasts." He reached up and grabbed the neckline of her shirt, tearing it open to the waist. He pushed the fabric aside and looked at her revealed body, his eyes taking in her breasts covered now only by a thin white camisole. He noticed the laces holding that together and she froze as he slowly slid them from their holes. Then he parted the cloth. The cold air hit her exposed chest, causing her nipples to harden and he smiled at that sight. She twisted slightly, trying to cause the fabric to move to cover her but he stilled her when he reached up and pinched one nipple roughly. Pain shot through her and she gasped, but it was the only sound she allowed to escape.
He looked at her face when the sound reached his ears and the smile on his face spread to a grin. She knew her eyes were watery and probably dulled by the pain and fear and she knew that's what he was probably looking for.
He bent down and took her one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it hard while he fondled the other breast roughly. The two sensations caused Hermione to almost break her vow to herself to not give in and remain silent. Her entire body was sore from the rough treatment and she was wishing it were all over.
He pulled away, leaving her one breast red and wet from the combination of saliva and blood from his mouth. He reached down and pulled the drawstring from her pants roughly and they loosed and fell to her feet.
He took his wand again and pointed at her bound hands and she was released. She fell to the floor, grateful; thinking the humiliation was over. He pulled her up roughly and again, covered her mouth with a bruising, breath stealing kiss. He pulled away just as she was about to bit again and propelled he across the room to a darkened corner. Torches burst to life, revealing a bed which he tossed her to.
She landed and rolled over to sit up and either fight or run and he only laughed. He reached out and backhanded her across the face, and she fell back.
He removed his cloak, revealing indistinguishable black clothing underneath. He advanced on the bed and then before she could do anything, he straddled her prone form, pinning her to the bed with is weight.
He reached down and fondled and pinched at her breasts again before allowing one hand to travel down her body and back between her legs. She tried to close them against his hand but couldn't. He grasped her roughing, only the thin cotton of her panties protecting her. But those were gone now too, ripped away by the invading hand.
"Common little Gryffindor, scream for me." He hissed as he began to prod a finger into her. She whimpered in fear and tried to cringe away but he only grinned and continued his ministrations with his hand.
As he did this, she could feel something hard against her thigh and when she realized what it was, his hand deserted her, replaced with the cloth covered hardness. He ground his pelvis into her naked vagina and tears began to trail down her cheeks.
"I think the preliminaries are over, don't you?" He asked looking down at her. Then she watched through half focused eyes as he removed his shirt and undid the buttons of his trousers.
He grinned lustily down at her and she simply went into her mind, carrying herself away from this place and out into the sunshine of her parent's backyard, one of her favorite places.
Through it all, she felt something poking at her opening and then the sunshine and warmth were torn away as he thrust into her and ripped through her virginity. The pain caused her to cry out and struggle against him, trying to remove herself from the cause of the pain.
He pulled back and thrust savagely again and pain blossomed again, becoming more and more with each of his thrusts. Tears streamed down her cheeks and the air was alive with her cries and pleading.
"No more! Please Stop...Hurts!!!"
He only grinned lustily and continued in earnest. Finally after what seemed like forever, his eyes glazed over slightly and she felt his seed fill and invade her insides. When he pulled away, she rolled over, pulling her body tightly into a ball and he chuckled.
~ * ~
The power! He had felt it surge through him from her upon his orgasm. It had been even more powerful than he had anticipated due to her virginity. Raping a woman had power in itself but to rape a virgin was the most power over someone he could ever have. From now on, she would always remember her first time this way and she would remember who had taken it from her.
He looked at her shivering, balled up form. He had to admit she had a nice body, a lot nicer than he had thought and it had made his victory over her even sweeter. He could see her thighs were wet with blood and his seed and he enjoyed the site.
Unfortunately, he had some business to take care of before he could send her on her way. He could still see the sobs shaking her body and it was a pity she kept them silent but it was no bother to him. He reached over and patted her hard on the ass and she pulled away with an odd animal sound.
"Well my little Gryffindor. Time for you to be leaving but first I have a few things to clear up with you." He said cheerfully, "And here they are. First, this was nice but after today, this room will no longer be accessible from where it was tonight, so don't bother going to look for it. Second, you know who I am so when you see me, you are to act like nothing has happened but we both with know something did and any time you look at me or I at you, you will feel it. Finally, if you tell a soul and I mean anyone, I will find out and someone will get hurt!"
Then he went across the room and used his wand to gather up her clothing and repair all the tears and cuts he had made. He tossed it at her quivering form on the bed and spoke once more.
"Now get dressed, and get out." He watched as she unfolded like a shot and pulled her clothing on, her robe wrapped tight around her. She looked around frantically like a cornered animal and spotted the door and ran out. He watched her go with a chuckle and then sat back, letting the power of her rush through his body.
~ * ~
She lay, curled on the bed he had raped her on while he watched her, she could feel his eyes on her. He spoke something that she barely heard, except for the part about not telling anyone, and then she heard cloth hit the bed beside her. She sat up, pulled all her clothing on quickly and looked around frantically for the exit.
She felt dirty and violated and this felling accompanied her as she ran down the corridors to the prefect's girl's bathroom. She found her wand among her things and she stripped as fast as she could, tossing all the clothing into the large fireplace that dominated the bathroom. She pointed and a large fire leapt up, eating up the cloth greedily.
She stepped into a shower stall and turned the water as hot as she could bear and scrubbed her body till she was raw but she could still see the redness of the blood on her thighs mixed with the whitish colour of her attacker's seed.
Finally she shut the shower off and wrapping herself in all she could find, a large white towel, she left the bathroom, her clothing still smoldering in the grate. She arrived in the common room and dashed up to the dorm she shared with the other Gryffindor 6th year girls and dropped the towel. Then she pulled the first thing she could find from her trunk and buried herself under her covers wishing for sleep to carry her away to oblivion.
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~Midnight Elf