Hey everyone, sorry it's been long, school has started again and I had a
sort of blank on how to follow on. Anyway, here's the new chapter, the
other one should be up soon too and I started translating the fist chapters
to French, if anyone is interested.
Have fun and don't forget to review.
Oh and, to my previous and future reviewers, I appreciate your comments a
lot and if ever you find out who the rapist is, which I already set but
won't tell about, please, keep it for yourself, not to spoil the fun for
future readers, since the whole point of the story is to find out who the
rapist is. thank you ;)
One last thing, as ever, I only own the plot, you whom the rest belongs.
Chapter 6: Tomorrow.
Through the whole rest of the week, Hermione had been acting weird, barely eating once a day, too absorbed in her work. Harry and Ron, being boys, did wonder what was wrong with her but not too much either.
When Friday came, Hermione was more and more worried. She hadn't slept at all, not even half an hour since Wednesday morning, she was too frightened. As I said, Friday morning, Hermione skipped breakfast, again. Harry and Ron would only see her at lunch since she had arithmancy and them, divination.
Walking fast, 'fascinated by the floor' Hermione headed to her class.
"THACK"
"Sorry" she muttered, going back to her feet and grabbing her books from the floor. 'Great, like I wasn't hurt enough, now I'll have more bruises on my butt' she thought.
"Look what you've done, now I'll have to take a shower and put my clothes to be washed again to get rid of all your filth, mudblood. It's a pity you ran into me, it proves you're still alive although you don't look like it. You almost look like that wannabe headless pathetic excuse of a ghost of your house. Seeing you, I'd have thought Pottyhead and Weasel had rid the world of your presence, killing you would be one good thing they'd done in their lives, for once."
Hermione rushed past Malfoy, avoiding the looks of other students, being affected enough by their whispers since Wednesday. She was just so afraid someone might discover she had been raped; she was even more afraid to look up and see her rapist and he would recognize her but she wouldn't for him.
"What is it Granger, lost your tongue? I know everyone likes it when you shut up but have you become too dumb to understand what I tell you?"
"Sorry, you were talking to me or were you just talking for the simple pleasure you have of hearing yourself?"
"Shut up mudblood, don't talk to me like that!"
"I don't know why I should give you the honor of an answer anyway Malfoy. I've got too much good manors to respond to that dirty language you dare to use. Ten points from slytherins for that." She told him, perfectly calm, her back facing him.
Walking away, she heard: "You watch your back mudblood, you're too arrogant for your own good!" he said, through gritted teeth, his eyes having turned to a pale stone grey, from anger.
Hermione had actually felt lucky not to have met him since the Monday, at the exception of that little encounter with him in the corridors. She was glad not to have to face him, she knew he was always talking about killing her since the first day.
*****
When Hermione entered the great hall for lunch, she saw that almost everyone was already there, including Harry and Ron. Everyone stared at her, not even wanting to look up to see the death glares from the slytherin table. She knew the news of her encounter with Malfoy had already spread around the school.
" 'Mione" Harry started, "are you ok?"
"Yeah" she said softly, not leaving 'eye contact' with her mashed potatoes and roasted chicken.
"Well, you don't look like it."
"Yeah, 'Mione, Harry's right. We heard about this whole thing with Malfoy. You should really watch your back. You know, the little prat's been telling us to get rid of you for quite some time now, you know."
"Yeah, 'Mione, Ron's right. And actually, as much as I hate to admit it, that thing Malfoy said, he was right. You actually do almost look like a ghost."
"TOLD you I'm fine." She said, finally daring to look at them with a fake smile, her face showing nothing but pure fear under the mask. They both looked really concerned.
"Come on, Hermione! You know I love you. I mean.we love you. that's why we're so concerned about you." Ron continued, blushing hard.
" 'Mione, you've been avoiding us since Wednesday. It's been three days you haven't talked to us, three days you haven't eaten and, seeing your puffy eyes that you try to hide under all the make-up, I'd say it's also been three days you haven't slept.
"I'm a big girl, HARRY, I TOLD YOU I'M FINE!" she shouted while running out the great hall and heading to her dorm, her meal untouched, again.
"Fuck this afternoon's courses, I've had enough." She muttered to herself, running while she wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Men, is this truly Hermione Granger? Crying because of what others say? Intentionally missing courses? Something must be wrong with her.
*****
Hermione didn't want the night to come. All afternoon, she had been lying in her four post bed, crying while thinking about how bad this year had started. She didn't go down to eat that night, she couldn't stand those looks and those whispers from other students, like they knew she had been raped.
When 10pm came, she sneaked out of the room and headed to the dungeons, her hand firmly gripping her wand. In the dungeons, she didn't see anybody. She was completely alone that night except for Filch and Malfoy, patrolling other parts of the castle.
When she reached the corner where she had been caught the first time, she felt that unpleasant draft of cold air that sent shivers down her spine. As if the air was taking form, she felt a hand over her mouth and an arm gragging her by her waist, from behind. That was it, she was taken again to the place where she had been raped the first time and the scene was about to take place again. She hated herself for not having been able to react faster. She hated herself for not being able to react at all. She hated herself for feeling so weak.
Again, the men grabbed her wrist and kept them stuck to the wall with one of her hands while he silences her with a spell. He pulled her robes over her head and took the monster cock out. Tears fell down her cheeks as she felt the engine of his masculinity pierce through her underwear and deep into her. He hadn't even bothered of her underwear! His cock was so hard it had pierced through the cotton of her panties for Christ's sake!!!!
Her insides were torn apart again as he pushed deeper and deeper in her with his steady hard rhythm. He was rocking so hard her face meet the wall every time he came back, his lower abdomen hitting her bruised butt. Again, she could feel blood running down her legs, her body not able to adapt to the bastard's size.
Within minutes, she felt the grip loosen on her wrists while he arched his back, tackling her to the wall, her breasts hurting to be so squeezed.
Taking advantage of his weakness in this instant as he spread his sperm into her, in a silent but strong orgasm, she pushed him away with a quick movement of her hips and butt on his abdomen, turned around, lacerated his left cheek with her nails, freed herself of his grip and
"STUPEFIX" she shouted in contentment, the rapist falling on the floor, his penis absurdly raised in the air like the Eiffel tower. Looking at her hand she saw blood under her nails.
"Stacio Scaro" she said, pointing her want to where the scar should be. With that spell, the scar couldn't disappear, be healed or hidden in any way possible for a week. Tomorrow, she would see. Tomorrow, she would know, that the men with a scar on his left cheek was her rapist. Tomorrow, she'd be able to avenge herself.
Hearing footsteps come her way, she pocketed her wand and ran to her dorm to take a shower, whispering
"Tomorrow."
One last thing, as ever, I only own the plot, you whom the rest belongs.
Chapter 6: Tomorrow.
Through the whole rest of the week, Hermione had been acting weird, barely eating once a day, too absorbed in her work. Harry and Ron, being boys, did wonder what was wrong with her but not too much either.
When Friday came, Hermione was more and more worried. She hadn't slept at all, not even half an hour since Wednesday morning, she was too frightened. As I said, Friday morning, Hermione skipped breakfast, again. Harry and Ron would only see her at lunch since she had arithmancy and them, divination.
Walking fast, 'fascinated by the floor' Hermione headed to her class.
"THACK"
"Sorry" she muttered, going back to her feet and grabbing her books from the floor. 'Great, like I wasn't hurt enough, now I'll have more bruises on my butt' she thought.
"Look what you've done, now I'll have to take a shower and put my clothes to be washed again to get rid of all your filth, mudblood. It's a pity you ran into me, it proves you're still alive although you don't look like it. You almost look like that wannabe headless pathetic excuse of a ghost of your house. Seeing you, I'd have thought Pottyhead and Weasel had rid the world of your presence, killing you would be one good thing they'd done in their lives, for once."
Hermione rushed past Malfoy, avoiding the looks of other students, being affected enough by their whispers since Wednesday. She was just so afraid someone might discover she had been raped; she was even more afraid to look up and see her rapist and he would recognize her but she wouldn't for him.
"What is it Granger, lost your tongue? I know everyone likes it when you shut up but have you become too dumb to understand what I tell you?"
"Sorry, you were talking to me or were you just talking for the simple pleasure you have of hearing yourself?"
"Shut up mudblood, don't talk to me like that!"
"I don't know why I should give you the honor of an answer anyway Malfoy. I've got too much good manors to respond to that dirty language you dare to use. Ten points from slytherins for that." She told him, perfectly calm, her back facing him.
Walking away, she heard: "You watch your back mudblood, you're too arrogant for your own good!" he said, through gritted teeth, his eyes having turned to a pale stone grey, from anger.
Hermione had actually felt lucky not to have met him since the Monday, at the exception of that little encounter with him in the corridors. She was glad not to have to face him, she knew he was always talking about killing her since the first day.
*****
When Hermione entered the great hall for lunch, she saw that almost everyone was already there, including Harry and Ron. Everyone stared at her, not even wanting to look up to see the death glares from the slytherin table. She knew the news of her encounter with Malfoy had already spread around the school.
" 'Mione" Harry started, "are you ok?"
"Yeah" she said softly, not leaving 'eye contact' with her mashed potatoes and roasted chicken.
"Well, you don't look like it."
"Yeah, 'Mione, Harry's right. We heard about this whole thing with Malfoy. You should really watch your back. You know, the little prat's been telling us to get rid of you for quite some time now, you know."
"Yeah, 'Mione, Ron's right. And actually, as much as I hate to admit it, that thing Malfoy said, he was right. You actually do almost look like a ghost."
"TOLD you I'm fine." She said, finally daring to look at them with a fake smile, her face showing nothing but pure fear under the mask. They both looked really concerned.
"Come on, Hermione! You know I love you. I mean.we love you. that's why we're so concerned about you." Ron continued, blushing hard.
" 'Mione, you've been avoiding us since Wednesday. It's been three days you haven't talked to us, three days you haven't eaten and, seeing your puffy eyes that you try to hide under all the make-up, I'd say it's also been three days you haven't slept.
"I'm a big girl, HARRY, I TOLD YOU I'M FINE!" she shouted while running out the great hall and heading to her dorm, her meal untouched, again.
"Fuck this afternoon's courses, I've had enough." She muttered to herself, running while she wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Men, is this truly Hermione Granger? Crying because of what others say? Intentionally missing courses? Something must be wrong with her.
*****
Hermione didn't want the night to come. All afternoon, she had been lying in her four post bed, crying while thinking about how bad this year had started. She didn't go down to eat that night, she couldn't stand those looks and those whispers from other students, like they knew she had been raped.
When 10pm came, she sneaked out of the room and headed to the dungeons, her hand firmly gripping her wand. In the dungeons, she didn't see anybody. She was completely alone that night except for Filch and Malfoy, patrolling other parts of the castle.
When she reached the corner where she had been caught the first time, she felt that unpleasant draft of cold air that sent shivers down her spine. As if the air was taking form, she felt a hand over her mouth and an arm gragging her by her waist, from behind. That was it, she was taken again to the place where she had been raped the first time and the scene was about to take place again. She hated herself for not having been able to react faster. She hated herself for not being able to react at all. She hated herself for feeling so weak.
Again, the men grabbed her wrist and kept them stuck to the wall with one of her hands while he silences her with a spell. He pulled her robes over her head and took the monster cock out. Tears fell down her cheeks as she felt the engine of his masculinity pierce through her underwear and deep into her. He hadn't even bothered of her underwear! His cock was so hard it had pierced through the cotton of her panties for Christ's sake!!!!
Her insides were torn apart again as he pushed deeper and deeper in her with his steady hard rhythm. He was rocking so hard her face meet the wall every time he came back, his lower abdomen hitting her bruised butt. Again, she could feel blood running down her legs, her body not able to adapt to the bastard's size.
Within minutes, she felt the grip loosen on her wrists while he arched his back, tackling her to the wall, her breasts hurting to be so squeezed.
Taking advantage of his weakness in this instant as he spread his sperm into her, in a silent but strong orgasm, she pushed him away with a quick movement of her hips and butt on his abdomen, turned around, lacerated his left cheek with her nails, freed herself of his grip and
"STUPEFIX" she shouted in contentment, the rapist falling on the floor, his penis absurdly raised in the air like the Eiffel tower. Looking at her hand she saw blood under her nails.
"Stacio Scaro" she said, pointing her want to where the scar should be. With that spell, the scar couldn't disappear, be healed or hidden in any way possible for a week. Tomorrow, she would see. Tomorrow, she would know, that the men with a scar on his left cheek was her rapist. Tomorrow, she'd be able to avenge herself.
Hearing footsteps come her way, she pocketed her wand and ran to her dorm to take a shower, whispering
"Tomorrow."