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Chapter 2: Broken
Hermione thought she'd succeeded in getting away from him, but as all things go in life, fate had to deal her misery instead of happiness, because Ron caught up to her.
Her feeble attempt only made him desire her more. Within a few feet, he had her in his arms, ignoring her tries to get away from him. She was his... nothing would ever stop that, not even her own will. His mind was racing... from the thought of him finally tasting her, finally breaking her... he smiled wickedly as he carried her to the farthest corner of the library.
She squirmed in his arms, pounding on his chest with her fists, but he paid them no mind. He seemed to have forgotten that she was his friend, that she was pure and innocent as she could ever be. All he knew was that he wanted nothing more than to possess her the only way he knew how.
With just a few more steps, they were in the darkest and farthest corner of the library. The smell was musty and it made Hermione wheeze and have difficulty breathing. The light was dim.
All the better... Ron thought as he looked for a place in which to take her.
"Ron..." She said desperately, tears threatening to flow. "Please..."
But he smiled. Not his usual warm and sunny smile. This smile, Hermione realized in despair, was of evil intent. All hopes sank.
"Ron..." She pleaded again. But he simply went over to the opposite wall and pinned her into it. Hermione let out a yelp as her back slammed against the hard stone wall. She tried of something to get herself out of the situation. And then it hit her: her wand!
But oh, as all brilliant ideas were sometimes, they quickly gave way to despair and frustration. She had left her wand with her other things when she tried to get away from him.
She was trapped. With no means of escape and no means of any help.
Ron was using his body to keep her in place and snared her fists with one hand and placed them above her head. Her legs were clamped shut, but he saw to that. He used his knee to force them apart and placed himself in between them.
Hermione felt the tears flow as she felt his arousal pressing into her middle. But Ron paid her tears no heed. He was now licking and sucking on her neck and chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the front of her blouse and with one sharp tug, he ripped it off her body. Then, his eyes feasted on her exposed flesh. Her breasts were only covered by her white bra.
Hermione tried to cover up her upper body, but he was far too strong when he placed her hands above her head. She resisted and tried to wrench free as he started to kiss and lick and suck on her chest and on her breast. His other hand had undone the clasp of her bra and she was half- naked.
She cried louder, hoping that someone would hear her. What she didn't know was that Ron had placed a silencing charm on this part of the library, never minding the rule that no magic was to be used out of the classroom. He continued to kiss and bite on her upper body.
Hermione screamed, only to be met with Ron's evil laughter.
"I placed a silencing charm, Hermione. Your screams are worthless." He said, never looking up from her exposed body.
She wanted to die. She wanted to die right then and there. Ron, her best friend, was going to rape her. He was going to rob her of every decent shred of dignity she held in herself and he would have no remorse.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down caused another round of tears. But what could she do? Her arms were tired and numb from the exertion of trying to break free. Her legs were being pushed further apart. And she could no longer feel the fabric of Ron's pants... only flesh.
Ron pulled down her panties and ripped it off her. Hermione cried still, but silently now. She'd lost hope. He guided himself to her and with one forceful thrust, he broke her barrier and she screamed in pain and agony. The pain was unbearable, and he was pumping in and out of her, making her bleed and scream with every thrust he did.
He was certainly enjoying this. Hermione could only bear the humiliation of being used like a damn whore... He was gasping and thrusting harder into her. She was whimpering, her tears still streaming down her face.
It went on and on. Until he saw release. He screamed when it happened, exhausted and relieved of his work. Hermione had her eyes closed, too tired to do anything but sleep and hope that it was a bad dream.
But it wasn't.
Hermione felt him pull away and let go of her. She fell down to the hard concrete ground, tired and weak. She curled up covering her half-naked body with her arms as best she could. Her back was sore from repeated hits against the stone wall. Her arms were numb. And the core of her body felt like it had been beaten and taken away from her. She felt blood trickling down her thighs and legs.
Ron was busy cleaning up after himself. He used magic to fix all of her clothes and used his robe to cover her form. The clothes he had laid in front of her. Then, he got a vial out of his robes and made her drink the liquid it contained. The liquid tasted bitter.
"That's a good girl, Hermione." Ron was saying, stroking her hair. She could do nothing except allow him to do so. "That's so that there would be no evidence of anything that happened here."
No evidence? Hermione thought incredulous even though her mind was aching. What about me, you asshole?! But she kept her mouth shut.
"You can't stay here all night, Hermione." Ron was saying. "You'd better get back to the prefect's room in an hour or so."
With that, he stood up and began to walk towards the doors of the library after removing the silencing charm on the room. But before stepping out, he turned to her again. "Oh and Hermione? Don't tell anyone about this little encounter, if you do... I'll do something worse than that."
He left.
And Hermione sobbed again.
After an hour or so, she forced herself to get up and put on all her clothes, intending to burn them once she got the chance. Then she slowly left the library, intending never to come back there alone again.
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Chapter 2: Broken
Hermione thought she'd succeeded in getting away from him, but as all things go in life, fate had to deal her misery instead of happiness, because Ron caught up to her.
Her feeble attempt only made him desire her more. Within a few feet, he had her in his arms, ignoring her tries to get away from him. She was his... nothing would ever stop that, not even her own will. His mind was racing... from the thought of him finally tasting her, finally breaking her... he smiled wickedly as he carried her to the farthest corner of the library.
She squirmed in his arms, pounding on his chest with her fists, but he paid them no mind. He seemed to have forgotten that she was his friend, that she was pure and innocent as she could ever be. All he knew was that he wanted nothing more than to possess her the only way he knew how.
With just a few more steps, they were in the darkest and farthest corner of the library. The smell was musty and it made Hermione wheeze and have difficulty breathing. The light was dim.
All the better... Ron thought as he looked for a place in which to take her.
"Ron..." She said desperately, tears threatening to flow. "Please..."
But he smiled. Not his usual warm and sunny smile. This smile, Hermione realized in despair, was of evil intent. All hopes sank.
"Ron..." She pleaded again. But he simply went over to the opposite wall and pinned her into it. Hermione let out a yelp as her back slammed against the hard stone wall. She tried of something to get herself out of the situation. And then it hit her: her wand!
But oh, as all brilliant ideas were sometimes, they quickly gave way to despair and frustration. She had left her wand with her other things when she tried to get away from him.
She was trapped. With no means of escape and no means of any help.
Ron was using his body to keep her in place and snared her fists with one hand and placed them above her head. Her legs were clamped shut, but he saw to that. He used his knee to force them apart and placed himself in between them.
Hermione felt the tears flow as she felt his arousal pressing into her middle. But Ron paid her tears no heed. He was now licking and sucking on her neck and chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the front of her blouse and with one sharp tug, he ripped it off her body. Then, his eyes feasted on her exposed flesh. Her breasts were only covered by her white bra.
Hermione tried to cover up her upper body, but he was far too strong when he placed her hands above her head. She resisted and tried to wrench free as he started to kiss and lick and suck on her chest and on her breast. His other hand had undone the clasp of her bra and she was half- naked.
She cried louder, hoping that someone would hear her. What she didn't know was that Ron had placed a silencing charm on this part of the library, never minding the rule that no magic was to be used out of the classroom. He continued to kiss and bite on her upper body.
Hermione screamed, only to be met with Ron's evil laughter.
"I placed a silencing charm, Hermione. Your screams are worthless." He said, never looking up from her exposed body.
She wanted to die. She wanted to die right then and there. Ron, her best friend, was going to rape her. He was going to rob her of every decent shred of dignity she held in herself and he would have no remorse.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down caused another round of tears. But what could she do? Her arms were tired and numb from the exertion of trying to break free. Her legs were being pushed further apart. And she could no longer feel the fabric of Ron's pants... only flesh.
Ron pulled down her panties and ripped it off her. Hermione cried still, but silently now. She'd lost hope. He guided himself to her and with one forceful thrust, he broke her barrier and she screamed in pain and agony. The pain was unbearable, and he was pumping in and out of her, making her bleed and scream with every thrust he did.
He was certainly enjoying this. Hermione could only bear the humiliation of being used like a damn whore... He was gasping and thrusting harder into her. She was whimpering, her tears still streaming down her face.
It went on and on. Until he saw release. He screamed when it happened, exhausted and relieved of his work. Hermione had her eyes closed, too tired to do anything but sleep and hope that it was a bad dream.
But it wasn't.
Hermione felt him pull away and let go of her. She fell down to the hard concrete ground, tired and weak. She curled up covering her half-naked body with her arms as best she could. Her back was sore from repeated hits against the stone wall. Her arms were numb. And the core of her body felt like it had been beaten and taken away from her. She felt blood trickling down her thighs and legs.
Ron was busy cleaning up after himself. He used magic to fix all of her clothes and used his robe to cover her form. The clothes he had laid in front of her. Then, he got a vial out of his robes and made her drink the liquid it contained. The liquid tasted bitter.
"That's a good girl, Hermione." Ron was saying, stroking her hair. She could do nothing except allow him to do so. "That's so that there would be no evidence of anything that happened here."
No evidence? Hermione thought incredulous even though her mind was aching. What about me, you asshole?! But she kept her mouth shut.
"You can't stay here all night, Hermione." Ron was saying. "You'd better get back to the prefect's room in an hour or so."
With that, he stood up and began to walk towards the doors of the library after removing the silencing charm on the room. But before stepping out, he turned to her again. "Oh and Hermione? Don't tell anyone about this little encounter, if you do... I'll do something worse than that."
He left.
And Hermione sobbed again.
After an hour or so, she forced herself to get up and put on all her clothes, intending to burn them once she got the chance. Then she slowly left the library, intending never to come back there alone again.
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