Chapter 3
Ok, now onto the standard disclaimer and warning bit and then onto the story itself, finally ^_^.
Disclaimer: This is only a fanfiction, that means I borrowed the characters and sets to twist in my own way and they are making me no money what so ever. All sets and characters belong to the goddess Joanne and Warner Brothers and will always belong to them and not me. (Sadly) You sue me and you will only get my student loan debt and my Harry Potter wand pen.
Warning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This story is rated R for a reason people and if you have a thing against that, stop here and now!!!!! This fic deals with dark themes, rape, its resultant consequences and generally angsty dark things. You have been warned so if you don't like those things, shoo! Flames are amusing so flame away if you wish.
~Midnight Elf
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A week passed and slowly Hermione allowed herself to calm down. No one had even suspected and the bruises were only ghostly memories of themselves. She had even started working on her project again and except for that time in front of Gryffindor tower, he had said nothing to her nor even paid any known attention to her what so ever. She was finally glad to be able to push it aside during the day but nighttime was another story all together.
Nightmares filled the few hours she slept every night. She threw herself into homework and her project with gusto in hopes of exhausting herself so badly that she would sleep in a borderline coma resulting in the dream state not happening. Her schoolwork had never been better but Professors were beginning to notice that their star pupil was pale and haunted looking. Most attributed it to long hours spent in study and made no comment.
Hermione sat that morning at the Gryffindor table; her nose buried in her Arithmancy book as it had been all week. Harry and Ron sat at either side of her keeping her closed in and protected from all others. Of all the people in her house, these were the only male members she trusted anymore. After her ordeal, she couldn't find it in her heart to place any trust in anyone else's hands again.
She looked up in time to see owls soar into the Great Hall clutching various items of mail. Pig alighted with a small package from home for Ron and Ginny, Hedwig landed on the back of Harry's chair, a letter from someone clutched in her beak. Hermione could see only the single paw print that verified who it was from. She was startled when a large black owl dropped a rolled piece of parchment into her startled hands. It was tied round with a piece of black silk ribbon and she knew at once whom it was from. Fear flooded her being and she pushed back from the table in a hurry and fled from the Great Hall, back slapping her in the back and parchment clutched in her fist. She heard someone call out to her as she ran but ignored it.
She stopped when she reached an empty room and dashed inside, pulling the door shut behind her. Slowly she calmed her breathing but her heart was beating to fast to even try. She slowly sank to the floor and shakingly undid to bow in the ribbon and let the length fall to the floor unnoticed. She unrolled the parchment slowly until she could see the neat black script that covered the page.
My dearest little Gryffindor. I hope my note finds you well. I regret that I am not seeing your face while you read this but your reaction to receiving it will be enough to fill my thoughts when you flee the Great Hall with it as I know you will do.
She stopped reading for a moment to let the words sink in. It chilled her to think he could figure out her reactions to him in such a short time.
I will say right now, no one has ever given me the power you do and I find it intoxicating. It is a rush that no muggle drug could nor will ever compare to. I will partake of you once again soon, but at a time you least expect and in a place you will never think of. As a warning now, in case you decide not to cooperate with my needs, there are others in your house that I find just as intriguing as you my dearest Gryffindor. A certain red head vixen to be precise. I will see you soon little Gryffindor.
Hermione felt fear and disgust creep into her at the thought of another having to undergo what she did at the hands of that creature.
"Hermione? You in here?" A soft voice asked and her head shot up to see Harry watching her from the open doorway. He walked over slowly when he saw her look and she scrambled to stuff the letter into her bag. Then she forced a smile on her face and looked up at Harry who had stopped in front of her.
"Are you ok Hermione? Was it bad news from home? You left the Great Hall in such a hurry you forgot your Arithmancy text." He knelt down to her level and handed her the book he held in his hand.
"I'm fine Harry. No it wasn't anything bad. Nothing important at all." She hoped her voice sounded cheerful and normal but not forced. "Thank you for returning my book."
Harry gave her a look full of both concern and his eyes looked as if he didn't believe her but that he wasn't going to push her to respond. The he stood up and held out his hand to her, which she took and he helped her stand.
"I just want you to know, I am here for you Hermione should ever need any help ok." He searched her eyes and then turned to leave, waiting for her.
~*~
He watched them exit the classroom, anger growing at the sight of seeing them together. He had followed when he had seen Harry Potter leave the Great Hall with Hermiones book in hand. Hermione was his and now it appeared she was whoring herself out to others. Well that could not continue.
He would remind her soon just whom she belonged to. The letter had only been the beginning.
~*~
Several days passed and nothing came of His threat in the letter that she began to relax slightly. She spent more and more time away form the safety of the common room and began to return to her normal late night hours in the Library. She always made sure to carry her wand though, just in case.
She was returning late from the library one night after falling asleep at her table. Her books were cradled in her one arm and her wand was held at Lumos in her free hand. She watched Mrs. Norris prowl by at the end of the hallway but ignored her. The cat seemed to know she was allowed the privilege of being out of bed after hours and never once bothered her.
She turned the final corner to the Gryffindor Tower and could see the portrait of the Fat Lady at the end of the corridor when something blocked her vision. She froze in fear but relaxed when she heard Harry's voice call to her.
"Hermione, its me. Why are you frozen there? I'm sorry if I scared you." Harry had been prowling around in his invisibility cloak but had removed it at the moment Hermione had rounded the corner.
"My God! Harry!? You startled me." She gave herself a moment to calm down before continuing, "What are you doing out of the common room at this hour." She summoned up her suspicious prefect look and he laughed.
"I had a meeting with Professor Dumbledore this evening and it ran way longer than either of us planned. He advised me to sneak back using his own invisibility cloak to prevent Filch from pouncing on me for being out of bed after lights out."
"I see. Well, lets go then, I'm tired and need to sleep." The walked to the Fat Lady together, Harry spoke the password and they both went inside. They went to part on the stairs when Harry spoke again.
"I meant what I said earlier Hermione. I will always be here for you Hermione, should you ever need my help." Then he went up the boy's staircase and disappeared around the corner. Hermione returned to her own room, his comments sitting heavy in her mind.
Should I tell him? No I can't, he'll think I'm dirty and vulgar. I can't tell him, I can't tell anyone, ever.
~*~
He had watched her leave the library and had toyed with the idea of punishing her then. But he decided to wait. He had taken from the library last time and she would expect that.
He had the room prepared for her 'lesson' as he called it and was anticipating its usage the way others anticipated a good meal. Then he thought back to the letter he had sent, and his threat of going after another girl should she resist his orders. He had seen how friendly she was with Virginia Weasley and knew she would also be quite protective of her. All in all the little red head intrigued him but he knew he would never do it, since his little Gryffindor would never let him. She would obey him of it meant protecting her friends.
He hugged this knowledge to himself and chose the time for their next meeting.
~*~
Hermione wandered the corridors the next evening, her silver prefect badge shiny on her robes. It was her night to patrol with the other Gryffindor prefects and there had been no way short of illness to get out of doing it.
She sighed and looked around herself. Most students ever caught out of bed were either in the Astronomy Tower, the corridor leading the kitchens or the corridor leading the tower. She herself was patrolling the dungeons; the area students avoided most because normally, Professor Snape could be found wandering it at night. But not this evening, he was away on Professor Dumbledore's business and Hermione had drawn the short straw so to speak.
She began her fifth rotation around the dungeon corridors and hid a yawn behind her hand. So far nothing had happened down here as it never did and she anticipated one long night. Something caught her attention in an empty room and she moved toward it, wand pointed to light up the offender or offenders.
She entered the empty room and began to investigate. She heard a slam behind her and turned around to see the door had slammed shut. Fear began to invade her but she pushed it aside with a curse and stalked toward the door. The room seemed all of a sudden to close in around her; the darkness became impenetrable despite the light emanating from her wand tip.
She froze in place and then felt someone come at her from behind and grab her before she could react. His voice invaded her ear and his breath felt hot on her skin. She struggled and tried to pull away but he only chuckled.
"Ah my little Gryffindor. So nice to see you again." He pulled her head to the side with a tug on her hair and licked her exposed neck. She shuddered in disgust and fear and struggled against his hold. He stilled her with a sharp tug on the hair in his fist and she had to bite her lip to hold back a yelp of pain. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she held them back, knowing that's what he wanted.
She remembered her wand just then, which was still clutched in her hand. She moved it to point in his direction as carefully as she could so as not to attract his attention while he said vulgar things to her about a lesson, truthfully she wasn't really listening. She opened her mouth to speak the spell when his hand moved from her hair and to her wrist and squeezed hard until she thought she heard a crack and she opened her fingers and allowed the wand to drop.
He thrust her away from him, throwing her to the floor. Then while she tried to orientate herself from his reaction, he bent and collected her wand. He stood over her, wand twirling between his fingers and smirked.
"Nice try little one, but not good enough. That will earn you a harsher lesson then I had intended this time." He pointed his wand and a flash of red flew from it, she recognized the spell as the same one as before and wondered briefly what its purpose was before it struck and pain flooded her body. Another spell soon followed and everything went black.
~*~
Ok, now onto the standard disclaimer and warning bit and then onto the story itself, finally ^_^.
Disclaimer: This is only a fanfiction, that means I borrowed the characters and sets to twist in my own way and they are making me no money what so ever. All sets and characters belong to the goddess Joanne and Warner Brothers and will always belong to them and not me. (Sadly) You sue me and you will only get my student loan debt and my Harry Potter wand pen.
Warning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This story is rated R for a reason people and if you have a thing against that, stop here and now!!!!! This fic deals with dark themes, rape, its resultant consequences and generally angsty dark things. You have been warned so if you don't like those things, shoo! Flames are amusing so flame away if you wish.
~Midnight Elf
________________________________________________________________________
A week passed and slowly Hermione allowed herself to calm down. No one had even suspected and the bruises were only ghostly memories of themselves. She had even started working on her project again and except for that time in front of Gryffindor tower, he had said nothing to her nor even paid any known attention to her what so ever. She was finally glad to be able to push it aside during the day but nighttime was another story all together.
Nightmares filled the few hours she slept every night. She threw herself into homework and her project with gusto in hopes of exhausting herself so badly that she would sleep in a borderline coma resulting in the dream state not happening. Her schoolwork had never been better but Professors were beginning to notice that their star pupil was pale and haunted looking. Most attributed it to long hours spent in study and made no comment.
Hermione sat that morning at the Gryffindor table; her nose buried in her Arithmancy book as it had been all week. Harry and Ron sat at either side of her keeping her closed in and protected from all others. Of all the people in her house, these were the only male members she trusted anymore. After her ordeal, she couldn't find it in her heart to place any trust in anyone else's hands again.
She looked up in time to see owls soar into the Great Hall clutching various items of mail. Pig alighted with a small package from home for Ron and Ginny, Hedwig landed on the back of Harry's chair, a letter from someone clutched in her beak. Hermione could see only the single paw print that verified who it was from. She was startled when a large black owl dropped a rolled piece of parchment into her startled hands. It was tied round with a piece of black silk ribbon and she knew at once whom it was from. Fear flooded her being and she pushed back from the table in a hurry and fled from the Great Hall, back slapping her in the back and parchment clutched in her fist. She heard someone call out to her as she ran but ignored it.
She stopped when she reached an empty room and dashed inside, pulling the door shut behind her. Slowly she calmed her breathing but her heart was beating to fast to even try. She slowly sank to the floor and shakingly undid to bow in the ribbon and let the length fall to the floor unnoticed. She unrolled the parchment slowly until she could see the neat black script that covered the page.
My dearest little Gryffindor. I hope my note finds you well. I regret that I am not seeing your face while you read this but your reaction to receiving it will be enough to fill my thoughts when you flee the Great Hall with it as I know you will do.
She stopped reading for a moment to let the words sink in. It chilled her to think he could figure out her reactions to him in such a short time.
I will say right now, no one has ever given me the power you do and I find it intoxicating. It is a rush that no muggle drug could nor will ever compare to. I will partake of you once again soon, but at a time you least expect and in a place you will never think of. As a warning now, in case you decide not to cooperate with my needs, there are others in your house that I find just as intriguing as you my dearest Gryffindor. A certain red head vixen to be precise. I will see you soon little Gryffindor.
Hermione felt fear and disgust creep into her at the thought of another having to undergo what she did at the hands of that creature.
"Hermione? You in here?" A soft voice asked and her head shot up to see Harry watching her from the open doorway. He walked over slowly when he saw her look and she scrambled to stuff the letter into her bag. Then she forced a smile on her face and looked up at Harry who had stopped in front of her.
"Are you ok Hermione? Was it bad news from home? You left the Great Hall in such a hurry you forgot your Arithmancy text." He knelt down to her level and handed her the book he held in his hand.
"I'm fine Harry. No it wasn't anything bad. Nothing important at all." She hoped her voice sounded cheerful and normal but not forced. "Thank you for returning my book."
Harry gave her a look full of both concern and his eyes looked as if he didn't believe her but that he wasn't going to push her to respond. The he stood up and held out his hand to her, which she took and he helped her stand.
"I just want you to know, I am here for you Hermione should ever need any help ok." He searched her eyes and then turned to leave, waiting for her.
~*~
He watched them exit the classroom, anger growing at the sight of seeing them together. He had followed when he had seen Harry Potter leave the Great Hall with Hermiones book in hand. Hermione was his and now it appeared she was whoring herself out to others. Well that could not continue.
He would remind her soon just whom she belonged to. The letter had only been the beginning.
~*~
Several days passed and nothing came of His threat in the letter that she began to relax slightly. She spent more and more time away form the safety of the common room and began to return to her normal late night hours in the Library. She always made sure to carry her wand though, just in case.
She was returning late from the library one night after falling asleep at her table. Her books were cradled in her one arm and her wand was held at Lumos in her free hand. She watched Mrs. Norris prowl by at the end of the hallway but ignored her. The cat seemed to know she was allowed the privilege of being out of bed after hours and never once bothered her.
She turned the final corner to the Gryffindor Tower and could see the portrait of the Fat Lady at the end of the corridor when something blocked her vision. She froze in fear but relaxed when she heard Harry's voice call to her.
"Hermione, its me. Why are you frozen there? I'm sorry if I scared you." Harry had been prowling around in his invisibility cloak but had removed it at the moment Hermione had rounded the corner.
"My God! Harry!? You startled me." She gave herself a moment to calm down before continuing, "What are you doing out of the common room at this hour." She summoned up her suspicious prefect look and he laughed.
"I had a meeting with Professor Dumbledore this evening and it ran way longer than either of us planned. He advised me to sneak back using his own invisibility cloak to prevent Filch from pouncing on me for being out of bed after lights out."
"I see. Well, lets go then, I'm tired and need to sleep." The walked to the Fat Lady together, Harry spoke the password and they both went inside. They went to part on the stairs when Harry spoke again.
"I meant what I said earlier Hermione. I will always be here for you Hermione, should you ever need my help." Then he went up the boy's staircase and disappeared around the corner. Hermione returned to her own room, his comments sitting heavy in her mind.
Should I tell him? No I can't, he'll think I'm dirty and vulgar. I can't tell him, I can't tell anyone, ever.
~*~
He had watched her leave the library and had toyed with the idea of punishing her then. But he decided to wait. He had taken from the library last time and she would expect that.
He had the room prepared for her 'lesson' as he called it and was anticipating its usage the way others anticipated a good meal. Then he thought back to the letter he had sent, and his threat of going after another girl should she resist his orders. He had seen how friendly she was with Virginia Weasley and knew she would also be quite protective of her. All in all the little red head intrigued him but he knew he would never do it, since his little Gryffindor would never let him. She would obey him of it meant protecting her friends.
He hugged this knowledge to himself and chose the time for their next meeting.
~*~
Hermione wandered the corridors the next evening, her silver prefect badge shiny on her robes. It was her night to patrol with the other Gryffindor prefects and there had been no way short of illness to get out of doing it.
She sighed and looked around herself. Most students ever caught out of bed were either in the Astronomy Tower, the corridor leading the kitchens or the corridor leading the tower. She herself was patrolling the dungeons; the area students avoided most because normally, Professor Snape could be found wandering it at night. But not this evening, he was away on Professor Dumbledore's business and Hermione had drawn the short straw so to speak.
She began her fifth rotation around the dungeon corridors and hid a yawn behind her hand. So far nothing had happened down here as it never did and she anticipated one long night. Something caught her attention in an empty room and she moved toward it, wand pointed to light up the offender or offenders.
She entered the empty room and began to investigate. She heard a slam behind her and turned around to see the door had slammed shut. Fear began to invade her but she pushed it aside with a curse and stalked toward the door. The room seemed all of a sudden to close in around her; the darkness became impenetrable despite the light emanating from her wand tip.
She froze in place and then felt someone come at her from behind and grab her before she could react. His voice invaded her ear and his breath felt hot on her skin. She struggled and tried to pull away but he only chuckled.
"Ah my little Gryffindor. So nice to see you again." He pulled her head to the side with a tug on her hair and licked her exposed neck. She shuddered in disgust and fear and struggled against his hold. He stilled her with a sharp tug on the hair in his fist and she had to bite her lip to hold back a yelp of pain. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she held them back, knowing that's what he wanted.
She remembered her wand just then, which was still clutched in her hand. She moved it to point in his direction as carefully as she could so as not to attract his attention while he said vulgar things to her about a lesson, truthfully she wasn't really listening. She opened her mouth to speak the spell when his hand moved from her hair and to her wrist and squeezed hard until she thought she heard a crack and she opened her fingers and allowed the wand to drop.
He thrust her away from him, throwing her to the floor. Then while she tried to orientate herself from his reaction, he bent and collected her wand. He stood over her, wand twirling between his fingers and smirked.
"Nice try little one, but not good enough. That will earn you a harsher lesson then I had intended this time." He pointed his wand and a flash of red flew from it, she recognized the spell as the same one as before and wondered briefly what its purpose was before it struck and pain flooded her body. Another spell soon followed and everything went black.
~*~