THE DARKNESS COMES

BY GOTHIC CROW

NOTES: This is my first work of writing, so I hope you like it.  Please review because I would like to know what you think.

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It was just after the Yule Ball held exclusively for Seventh Years.  Hermione had been asked by Draco to go for a walk, and though she normally couldn't stand him, she couldn't resist his pleading face.  His hair had fallen over his eyes in a most alluring way too.

They were walking in the gardens and it was very cold and neither of them had cloaks, so Draco put his part around her shoulder. She blushed.  She didn't know why he was being so nice to her all of a sudden, but her parents had always told her never to turn away from a good thing.  He started to talk to her about his past and he told her that he had been trained from a young age to worship the Dark Lord and hate Muggle-borns and now he knew he had been wrong.

She felt sad for him and took his hand.  "It's all right.  You don't have to be on the Dark Lord's side."

"I do.  My father would never stand for me doing anything but what he wants."

"We can protect you."

"Who?"

"The Light.  Harry and Ron and I, and Dumbledore and the Order."

"The Order?" he asked, confused.

"They are part of the Light too.  They'll protect you."

"Well, I hope so."

He looked into her eyes deeply and she was blushing again.  The he said, "But what I really brought you out here to say was…well, I think you're beautiful, Hermione."

She looked down, but he put his finger under her chin to look into her eyes again. 

"You think I have frizzy hair and buckteeth."

"No, I don't," he said.  "I was just trying to get your attention back then."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

She moaned quietly as he brought his lips down to hers.  He held her hands, and they both shivered.  "Oh, Draco."

He put his hands around her waist and pulled her to his strong chest, and then she felt his erection pressing into her.  She tried to get away but Draco was so strong.  He pulled her closer, rubbing his hard cock against her body.

"Mm, Hermione."

"No, let me go!"

"Stop, struggling.  It'll feel so good," he whispered into her ear.

"No it won't!  Get away!" she screamed, but he held her and dragged her to the ground.  He bunched her dress up to her waist while she continued to struggle, shouting for help, and she was scared.  "Hermione, please don't fight—you'll love it," he said as he held her hands above her head.

Her underwear were off now and he was in between her legs, reaching down to take out his cock.

"PLEASE STOP!"

"Stop fighting me!"

And then she felt something hard and hot against her entrance and she shouted, "HELP!"

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Harry and Ron were walking in the gardens when they heard it.  They had seen Hermione go off with Malfoy a few mintues ago and they were worried about her.  When they heard her voice they ran after her.

"Hermione?" shouted Harry.

They heard a muffled scream in return.

"Come on!" yelled Ron, and he dragged Harry. 

What they saw was horrific.  Malfoy was in between her legs, thrusting and grunting, holding her down.  He had his hand over her mouth.  Hermione's eyes were wide and she was crying.

Within a second, Ron had hexed Malfoy and he was lying on the ground, unconscious, a few feet away.

Hermione was crying so hard she could hardly talk.

"We have to get her to Madame Pomphrey," Ron said.

"No!" she said.  Harry and Ron looked at her like she was crazy.  "I…c—can't let anyone s—see me like this!"

"We have to, Hermione—you're bleeding!" pleaded Ron.

"No, please!" She struggled again.

"Let's just do what she says, Ron," said Harry."

So they snuck her back into Gryffindor unnoticed, and left Malfoy outside, still unconscious.

TBC