Hey y'all. This is my third HP fic! Yay! Hehe. I don't own any of the characters. Yada, yada, yada so on and so forth. lol Ok, all silliness aside, this is a dark fic. It deals with some serious issues. Like rape. Which I think is horrible in real life. It's a shame stuff like that happens. So, if you're sensitive, please don't read this story. It's very vivid. By the way, this chapter is Draco's POV.

Learning To Cope Chapter 1

Look at her. That red hair. She could only be a Weasley. Why does she get to have it all? Huh? Why is she so special? Why is she so lucky? That ungrateful bitch. Just sitting there with Potter, Mudblood, and the other Weasel. Laughing it up. Why does she get to have real friends? She doesn't even know how lucky she is.

It's not fair! It isn't! I should be the lucky the one. Not them. Not them. They're all so lucky. Potter. The celebrity. He has his father taken away from him, and everyone loves him. My father goes to prison and no one cares. No one cries for me, or makes me a celebrity. Hermione. The mudblood. Her muggle parents are so happy she's a witch. Ron. The other weasel. Why do he and the rest of those redheaded freaks get a happy family? Why?

They're all sitting by a large fountain. Eating crisps and joking while they do their homework. I'm standing here all alone on the grounds, but no one notices. None of them look over at me. They just care about themselves.

I take another gulp from my bottle of butterbeer. It's the twelfth one I've had today.

They all seem to be getting up, except for Ginny. I guess the party's over now. Potter, Weasel, and Mudblood leave. Ginny says she'll be there in a minute as she writes something in one of her notebooks. They're almost in the castle now. They're inside now. I take another swig of my butterbeer. Almost gone now. The hell with it. I take a huge gulp and finish it all.

She finishes up what she was writing and closes her notebook. Sets it aside on top of one of the three closed textbooks that are sitting on the edge of the fountain. She gets up and smoothes out her robes. They are wrinkled from her sitting.

Slowly, I advance towards her. She doesn't notice me. Not yet, anyway. Further and further I go. Getting closer and closer to her. She sees me, but doesn't seem to think much of me. I stride towards her. I am close to her. A foot away from her. She looks me over. Sees the smirk on my face and the empty bottle in my hand.

Her eyes widen. Maybe she finally realizes she's alone. I see the scared look on her face and say, "What's wrong, red? See the big bad wolf?"

Her eyes grow wider. She tries to move. Tries to run for it, but I won't let that happen. No, I'm not letting her get away. I pick my hand up. I swing it and hit her in the head with the empty bottle. It smashes against her forehead. She's bleeding now. Crimson against her pale freckled skin.

She's shaking now and scared. I grab her by the arm and drag here over to a nearby tree. It's easy. She's only 5'1 and I am 6'2. I am 180lbs and she feels to be about 90. Even though she's shaking with fear, she doesn't cry or protest. We go behind the tree and I throw her against it.

I start to rip off her robes. They're black and worn. Faded. Probably second hand. Under her robes are a shirt and skirt. I rip the shirt open and see her pink bra. "Such an innocent color," I say and smirk.

She cries and says, "Please. Stop now. If you do, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"You better not tell anyone what I did. It would kill your poor fat mother," I whisper in her ear as I rip off her bra.

More tears come from her eyes. They are running down her eyes as her breasts spring free. Her breasts are nice. Little, but not too little. A bit more than a handful. They're firm and perky with cute pink nipples. I run my fingers over them and they harden. She shivers, but says nothing.

I kick her legs apart. They're spread apart now. I run my hands down her skirt. It reaches just below her knees. She looks down in shame. Her face is to the ground and she won't look up.

"Let's see what's under here," I say and left her skirt. She is wearing a pair of pink panties. I rip them off. Her body jerks, but she continues to look down. I see her vagina. It's weird. That red hair against her pale white smooth hips and legs.

I drop her skirt. She stiffens a bit. Maybe she thinks I'm done. Stupid bitch. I unzip my rob, and take it off. I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock. I won't give that ungrateful bitch the decency of getting undress. I pin her against the tree. Her legs are still apart. That whore. Before she knows what's hit her, I push my cock inside of her.

She jerks back, but makes no noise. Maybe she's forgotten how to scream or talk. Maybe she's too scared now. She still deserves this now, though. I push further in her and she shakes more. I feel her virginity.

"Were you a virgin, Ginny? Were you saving it for Potter?" I ask her. She doesn't answer. Just shakes and keeps looking at the ground.

I thrust forward hard and break her virginity. Her head Flings forward. She makes no noise, but I see the pain on her face. It's against the tree now and more tears are coming from her brown eyes. I continue to thrust into her. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. It lasts about five minutes. I shoot my seed into her and pull out. I pick up her ripped shirt and wipe off my cock. I put it back into my pants and zip up. I put my robe on and zip them up.

I look her over. Up and down. She is looking at me. Her eyes are red from crying. I've broken her. Stolen her innocence. Taken away her purity, and yet she is still beautiful. She looks at me. Her eyes say why? Why did you do this to me? I say, "Because you deserved it," and walk away.

I walk to the castle and go in. I go towards the stairs and to my dorm. Yes, I did steal her innocence, but she did deserve it. She was ungrateful. She didn't deserve loving friends or a loving family. She didn't deserve either, but she got both. I deserved loving friends, and more importantly, I deserved a loving family. So, I took her virginity. Her purity. She deserved it.