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I touch you once I touch you twice
I won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd still be friends someday
If you leave I won't cry
I won't waste a single day
But if you leave no don't look back
I'll be running the other way
Seven years went under the bridge
Time was standing still
Heaven knows what happens now
You've got to--you've gotta say you will -Good Charlotte "if you leave"
The pain went on for what seemed like forever, but it had actually only been half an hour. Ron finally stopped, surprised but thankful that Hermione hadn't passed out, he didn't want her to miss a second of the pain. He zipped up his pants and stood, there was blood all over the couch and her legs, mixed with his sperm. Damn it, he forgot to use a condom. Oh well, like she was going to get pregnant.....
Hermione was breathing deeply, maybe he should give her a little more panic. Yes that seems right. Ron went right up to her ear to whisper to her.
"Now, time for your Finch-Fletchey man....." with that Hermione's eyes opened suddenly, which made Ron smirk for the third time.
"W-w-what are you going to d-do to Justin?" Wasn't she enough for him to get his revenge on? What was he going to do, rape Justin too?
"You'll find out soon enough, love," Hermione glared hatefully at her ex- boyfriend, "Sweet dreams, Hermione."
When Ron exited out of the portrait hole Hermione got up and ran to Harry's room, pain shocking her as she moved. She slowly opened Harry's door, and limped in.
Harry had kicked the blanket to the floor and was laying on his stomach in a wife-beater and black boxers. If she weren't coming in here to tell him she had just been raped by his best friend, then she probably would of taken her time to admire him.
"Harry," Hermione whispered and gently shook him, "Harry, please wake up."
Harry, woke up but didn't open his eyes. He groaned, wanting more sleep, but realizing it was Hermione in his room he opened his eyes, and what he saw shocked him. Hermione was not only naked, but her legs were covered in blood, her face was pink and wet, and she was shaking rather badly.
"Hermione? What's wrong? Why are you naked." Harry slowly looked up and down his best friend.
"I don't know how to say this, but Harry.....Ron, r-r-raped me," A tear emerged from her eye and rolled down her cheek, the same cheek Ron had slapped.
"*What?!* That son of a *bitch*!" Harry jumped out of bed, "I'll kill him! I swear to god I'll-"
"*no* you wont!" Hermione looked taken aback that she had said this, "Don't do anything yet, we'll confront him later....."
"'Mione, are you ok?" Harry ignored what she'd just said and walked towards her, "here, lets get you cleaned up."
Hermione let Harry take her hand and lead her out of the bedroom into the bathroom. Hermione sat on the toilet while Harry took a rag out from under the sink and wet it.
"I'm going to clean you up, ok?" Hermione nodded, Harry kneeled down before her and started gently washing away the blood on her legs with the rag.
Hermione couldn't help but feel aroused, she was sitting naked in front of one of the *hottest* guys in the school while he washed her legs with cold water. How could she feel this way when she had just been raped? Hermione shuddered as she remembered Ron's cruelty. Wait.....Ron.....he said Justin was next.
"Harry! Ron's is going to do something to Justin!" Hermione stood up and looked down at Harry, noticing that her 'region' was right in front of his face she took a step sideways.
"Hermione, we'll get to Justin later. Ron doesn't know the password to the prefect's dorms," Harry took Hermione's hand, urging her to sit back down.
"yeah, well, he didn't know the head's password either!"
"I'm sure we told him earlier but forgot that we did, Hermione. Plus Justin shares a room with three other people, he'll be fine," Hermione sighed. Justin did share a room with three other boys, much larger and stronger boys than Ron. Nodding, Hermione sat back down on the toilet.
"Thank you," Harry said and starting cleaning her again, perfectly aware that he was arousing her.
Harry started washing her upper legs, getting closer and closer to her 'area of pleasure.'(AN: my friend calls the region of a guy and a girl the area of pleasure, and I didn't want to use any slang words like 'pussy' or anything too "sex ed-y" like 'vagina') He could tell Hermione liked this because her legs started to stretch out.
Harry has been with a handful of girls since 6th year. Cho, Lavender, Pavarti, and Ginny were just a few of them. Him and Ginny had agreed not to tell Ron that they had slept together, because if they did Ron would probably go on a rampage and kill Harry. But the real girl Harry wanted was Hermione, he couldn't get over her, she was just so perfect. She was smart, beautiful, she had a sense of humor, and she was graceful. Harry wanted more than anything to give Hermione real pleasure, after what had just happened with Ron.
How could Ron do that? To the girl he used to love? Harry hoped Hermione knew that he would never do anything like that. Harry nervously gulped, he'd cleaned both of Hermione's legs; the only place left was her area of pleasure.
"May I?" Harry looked up at Hermione's porcelain looking face and then flicked his eyes down to her region then back to her face.
"Might as well, you wont let me leave without being fully cleaned will you?"
"Nope," Harry gave his smile, which melts most girl's hearts, "Let me wet the cloth more....."
Harry took the once blue, now red rag to the sink and rinsed it off, watching the blood flow down the drain. He hoped that Hermione would feel pain like she just had ever again, he just wanted to put her into a plastic bubble and seal her off from the world. Harry walked back over to Hermione with a rag full of warm water this time.
Hermione eyes the dripping rag, and smirked. Harry kneeled back down on the ground in front of her and gently rubbed the washcloth on her area.
"Harry, are you going to wash it or just let the rag sit there?" Harry looked up at her curiously and she smirked wickedly.
Just then the door opened and someone they least expected walked in.
A/N: hmmm who walked into the bathroom?
I touch you once I touch you twice
I won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd still be friends someday
If you leave I won't cry
I won't waste a single day
But if you leave no don't look back
I'll be running the other way
Seven years went under the bridge
Time was standing still
Heaven knows what happens now
You've got to--you've gotta say you will -Good Charlotte "if you leave"
The pain went on for what seemed like forever, but it had actually only been half an hour. Ron finally stopped, surprised but thankful that Hermione hadn't passed out, he didn't want her to miss a second of the pain. He zipped up his pants and stood, there was blood all over the couch and her legs, mixed with his sperm. Damn it, he forgot to use a condom. Oh well, like she was going to get pregnant.....
Hermione was breathing deeply, maybe he should give her a little more panic. Yes that seems right. Ron went right up to her ear to whisper to her.
"Now, time for your Finch-Fletchey man....." with that Hermione's eyes opened suddenly, which made Ron smirk for the third time.
"W-w-what are you going to d-do to Justin?" Wasn't she enough for him to get his revenge on? What was he going to do, rape Justin too?
"You'll find out soon enough, love," Hermione glared hatefully at her ex- boyfriend, "Sweet dreams, Hermione."
When Ron exited out of the portrait hole Hermione got up and ran to Harry's room, pain shocking her as she moved. She slowly opened Harry's door, and limped in.
Harry had kicked the blanket to the floor and was laying on his stomach in a wife-beater and black boxers. If she weren't coming in here to tell him she had just been raped by his best friend, then she probably would of taken her time to admire him.
"Harry," Hermione whispered and gently shook him, "Harry, please wake up."
Harry, woke up but didn't open his eyes. He groaned, wanting more sleep, but realizing it was Hermione in his room he opened his eyes, and what he saw shocked him. Hermione was not only naked, but her legs were covered in blood, her face was pink and wet, and she was shaking rather badly.
"Hermione? What's wrong? Why are you naked." Harry slowly looked up and down his best friend.
"I don't know how to say this, but Harry.....Ron, r-r-raped me," A tear emerged from her eye and rolled down her cheek, the same cheek Ron had slapped.
"*What?!* That son of a *bitch*!" Harry jumped out of bed, "I'll kill him! I swear to god I'll-"
"*no* you wont!" Hermione looked taken aback that she had said this, "Don't do anything yet, we'll confront him later....."
"'Mione, are you ok?" Harry ignored what she'd just said and walked towards her, "here, lets get you cleaned up."
Hermione let Harry take her hand and lead her out of the bedroom into the bathroom. Hermione sat on the toilet while Harry took a rag out from under the sink and wet it.
"I'm going to clean you up, ok?" Hermione nodded, Harry kneeled down before her and started gently washing away the blood on her legs with the rag.
Hermione couldn't help but feel aroused, she was sitting naked in front of one of the *hottest* guys in the school while he washed her legs with cold water. How could she feel this way when she had just been raped? Hermione shuddered as she remembered Ron's cruelty. Wait.....Ron.....he said Justin was next.
"Harry! Ron's is going to do something to Justin!" Hermione stood up and looked down at Harry, noticing that her 'region' was right in front of his face she took a step sideways.
"Hermione, we'll get to Justin later. Ron doesn't know the password to the prefect's dorms," Harry took Hermione's hand, urging her to sit back down.
"yeah, well, he didn't know the head's password either!"
"I'm sure we told him earlier but forgot that we did, Hermione. Plus Justin shares a room with three other people, he'll be fine," Hermione sighed. Justin did share a room with three other boys, much larger and stronger boys than Ron. Nodding, Hermione sat back down on the toilet.
"Thank you," Harry said and starting cleaning her again, perfectly aware that he was arousing her.
Harry started washing her upper legs, getting closer and closer to her 'area of pleasure.'(AN: my friend calls the region of a guy and a girl the area of pleasure, and I didn't want to use any slang words like 'pussy' or anything too "sex ed-y" like 'vagina') He could tell Hermione liked this because her legs started to stretch out.
Harry has been with a handful of girls since 6th year. Cho, Lavender, Pavarti, and Ginny were just a few of them. Him and Ginny had agreed not to tell Ron that they had slept together, because if they did Ron would probably go on a rampage and kill Harry. But the real girl Harry wanted was Hermione, he couldn't get over her, she was just so perfect. She was smart, beautiful, she had a sense of humor, and she was graceful. Harry wanted more than anything to give Hermione real pleasure, after what had just happened with Ron.
How could Ron do that? To the girl he used to love? Harry hoped Hermione knew that he would never do anything like that. Harry nervously gulped, he'd cleaned both of Hermione's legs; the only place left was her area of pleasure.
"May I?" Harry looked up at Hermione's porcelain looking face and then flicked his eyes down to her region then back to her face.
"Might as well, you wont let me leave without being fully cleaned will you?"
"Nope," Harry gave his smile, which melts most girl's hearts, "Let me wet the cloth more....."
Harry took the once blue, now red rag to the sink and rinsed it off, watching the blood flow down the drain. He hoped that Hermione would feel pain like she just had ever again, he just wanted to put her into a plastic bubble and seal her off from the world. Harry walked back over to Hermione with a rag full of warm water this time.
Hermione eyes the dripping rag, and smirked. Harry kneeled back down on the ground in front of her and gently rubbed the washcloth on her area.
"Harry, are you going to wash it or just let the rag sit there?" Harry looked up at her curiously and she smirked wickedly.
Just then the door opened and someone they least expected walked in.
A/N: hmmm who walked into the bathroom?
