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Well, here's the next chapter . . . I've been planning this one out for a long time and it's going to be kind of angsty kind of dramatic and a LOT cruel and revolting, so if you don't really like this chapter, I'm very sorry, and believe me, I didn't enjoy writing this chapter very much, but I had to for the sake of moving my plot along. And try to bear with it because this is going to be a long chapter. Oh and in this story, Blaise Zabini is going to be a guy, so sorry to the girl Blaise fans out there. Enjoy and please review, constructive criticism will be accepted, no flames though!
Chapter 12 *RAPE WARNING*
Many days had passed since Draco had admitted his love for Hermione. Many days of happiness were to follow that day as Hermione began to realize that she too loved him. And many days of darkness that would consume their growing relationship would come and destroy it wholly as Pansy and Millicent plotted the demise of the fragile love between Hermione and Draco. The two rarely slept as they kept tabs on Hermione making sure they knew her schedule and would find time when she wouldn't be around Draco so that they could go in for the kill.
One day they were sitting in the Slytherin Common Room perfecting their plans so that it would be flawless and they wouldn't get caught in the act. They had finally convinced Blaise Zabini to join the ploy so he was there as well. Several hours went by, slowly and seemingly forever. The clock struck six o' clock and they knew that Hermione should be receiving their note any time now.
It was perfect. Completely perfect.
So flawless was their plan, they had wondered how it had been inspired. Perhaps it was the complete and utter repulsion to Hermione Granger that fueled their ambitions. Or perhaps it was the shame that Draco had brought on their house when he lashed out at Pansy the other day. But they didn't care where it had come from, all they cared now was that, if all went according to plan, Hermione Granger would never be seen or heard from in Hogwarts again . . . At least, she would be too ashamed to show her face in public if all went well because no one, not even the Slytherins, would know who did it or what happened, save themselves of course.
It was time. They all cast identity charms on themselves so that they couldn't be recognized. All they appeared to be was mere silhouettes of people not male, not female . . . just specters of three tall beings; all they sounded like was harsh whispers of wind before a storm.
"All right, let's move out!" said Pansy with excitement that she could barely contain.
They sped down the corridors towards the dungeons that were never used.
"Remember, we can't use our names from here on out or else it's curtains for this little operation!" said Blaise also brimming with excitement for he was to do something to Hermione that was so cruel, that he couldn't wait until his time came.
They reached the classroom that they had told Hermione to come to and hid in the shadows to wait. After a moment of silence they heard distant footsteps. They were timid and light as if she were looking at her surroundings and trying to orient herself so that she would find the appointed classroom.
"Okay, we have three hours max until these charms wear off, so let's get in, have our fun, and get out, then you can have your fun for as long as you want, but then you have to make sure that you get out before your charm wears off," Millicent whispered extremely quietly, first indicating herself and Pansy, then pointing to Blaise.
The trio snuck into the classroom and waited for Hermione to enter.
As she made her way into the classroom, three pairs of hands grabbed her from behind . . .
~*::-::*~
Draco and Harry had a bad feeling about this. They were sitting together at dinner (as they had been doing since a week ago,) talking about how Hermione's flashbacks were completely gone, when Hermione had received an anonymous note.
Hermione swore that if she ran into trouble, that she would be able to hex anybody back into the last century, and said that she could handle herself. Then she went off. Though none of them noticed the fact that Hermione's wand lay forgotten at her abandoned place at the table. They just went on talking about what the note could have been for, thinking that Hermione would be fine.
They didn't know that Hermione was in trouble or that Hermione could be hurt in any vast array of inhumane ways.
~*::-::*~
A voice had whispered the locking charm so that the door wouldn't be able to be opened unless the counter curse was said. Hermione knew that charm well, but finally realized that she had left her wand back in the Great Hall.
Hermione screamed as four hands shoved her against a wall and a fifth hand clamped over her mouth to silence her cry.
"What's the matter Hermione, afraid that you might be outwitted for once in your life?" said one of the forms in a harsh, raspy voice.
"There's no need to be afraid of us Hermione, we just have something to tell you and then you can leave, if you're a good girl and don't make any noise or interrupt us," said another ghostly form.
Hermione remained silent as the third specter cast a binding charm on her so that she was bound to the wall, immobile from the waist up.
"That's a good girl. Now, for the matter at hand. We regret to inform you Hermione . . ." said the shortest of the forms (which was still about a head taller than she,) as it moved closer and closer to her.
"That that boyfriend of yours, is a liar . . ." said the one of middle height.
The smallest of three shadows moved so close that they could see the fear in Hermione's eyes, "Yes, and that you have been cheated . . ." Its hand moved to Hermione's face and stroked her cheek as it said this.
The mid-sized one moved in closer and reached up a hand to Hermione's shoulder. "He wasn't going to tell you about this, so we thought that we would . . ."
"Draco has a very deep secret that you need to know . . ." said the shortest as its hand moved down to Hermione's other shoulder.
"Because if you didn't know it, he'd be getting away with something so vile, that you would be disgusted with him, having wasted the best years of your life on him . . ." The two hands moved closer to the collar of her robes and took a slight hold of the neckline.
"Yes, and that would be tragic . . ." The hands clenched slightly tighter on her collar.
"So we will tell you for him . . ." Together, the hands slid her robe from her body and tossed it aside, leaving her with just a skirt and a blouse on.
"Your dear sweet Draco is engaged to be married . . ." said the shorter of the two.
"Yes, to a lovely girl named Cecily North . . ." said the other.
"You - you're lying," said Hermione quietly.
The first shadow gave a quiet laugh as it continued, "Lying are we? Dear, dear Hermione, why would we lie to you?"
"Yes, we're just trying to help you Hermione . . ."
"How do you know this?"
"Well, obviously Draco told us this or we wouldn't be telling you now."
"Yes, and Draco wouldn't tell us something like this if it weren't true, now would he?"
"No . . . I suppose not," said Hermione contemplating over the truth of her phantom captors' words.
"Exactly," said the one of mid height.
Planes of anger and distrust etched themselves onto Hermione's sweet and innocent face as she realized that these people were indeed telling the truth about Draco.
"Now Hermione, you haven't been a good girl like we asked you to. We told you not to make a sound, so now you will be punished . . ."
The two phantoms disappeared as the third one moved in closer.
"Dear Hermione, what am I going to do with you?"
"Please don't hurt me," said Hermione in a tiny voice.
"Oh, now that won't be any fun at all! How would you be punished without any pain to go with it?"
Hermione remained quiet, knowing that her cause was lost before it was even out in the open.
"Come now Hermione, it won't be that bad!"
Hermione looked to the ground in front of her as the form moved closer and closer.
~*::-::*~
Pansy and Millicent walked into the Great Hall looking extremely happy with themselves. Draco then knew that Hermione was in trouble and told Harry that he forgot something in his dorm and would be right back.
He ran straight to where the note had said to meet, and hoped he wouldn't be too late for whatever it was that was happening.
He couldn't bear the thought of Hermione being hurt.
~*::-::*~
A hand reached up to the collar of her shirt and ripped it from her body in a swift motion and it landed in a heap on the ground. Next, the hand moved to the hem of her skirt and yanked it off and tossed it next to her shirt in a messy heap. Then the hand shredded her lacy bra and tossed it aside. Then came her panties.
The ghostly figure stood back a moment, "My, my, the poor bastard doesn't know what he's missing."
Then its mouth was covering hers in a rough kiss as it took off its robe and threw it aside.
It moved in closer and Hermione could tell that it was a man from the feel of him against her thigh. His manhood was large, Hermione knew that much. But she still could not tell who this mystery person was.
His hands snaked around her back and pulled her thighs upwards so that they wrapped around his waist and she could feel him at her core. She felt a burning in her that she couldn't understand as his firm manhood was pressed against her entrance; a burning desire to just get it over with . . . but she knew that she also wanted nothing more than for this to just stop. His hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed. Even though this repulsed Hermione, it felt so good to her and she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure from the sensation it caused her body.
"That's what I like to hear Hermione," he said in a rough, husky voice as he readied himself for entrance.
"Stop . . . please stop . . ." she said in a weak voice laced in with a very slight desire to just get it over with.
"I can't stop now because you don't really want me to," he said as he began to push into her.
This caused sensations that Hermione had never felt before as she felt the very first man to enter her, it repulsed and fascinated her. "Stop," she moaned out.
This time he pushed hard and fast, thrusting in and out making sure that she felt pain from her hymen breaking so swiftly.
Hermione felt her virginity break on that first thrust and cried out, "Stop it! Stop! Please!"
It was so painful because he didn't let her get used to him before he began thrusting and so, Hermione began to cry the more that he thrust. Not to mention the fact that this man was above average in size and she wasn't used to any size yet.
She dug her nails into her palms as her upper body was still immobile. "Stop!" she cried again in vain.
He climaxed and spilled into her. Then as quickly as it had all started, he was gone from inside of her.
As soon as he was gone from her, the charm was taken off of Hermione and she fell to the floor crying tears of bitterness and shame. She grabbed her cloak and wrapped it around herself in a pitiful attempt to cover herself since it was the only thing that wasn't ripped. "Welcome to Hell Hermione Granger," said the specter as he grabbed his cloak and left.
Well, here's the next chapter . . . I've been planning this one out for a long time and it's going to be kind of angsty kind of dramatic and a LOT cruel and revolting, so if you don't really like this chapter, I'm very sorry, and believe me, I didn't enjoy writing this chapter very much, but I had to for the sake of moving my plot along. And try to bear with it because this is going to be a long chapter. Oh and in this story, Blaise Zabini is going to be a guy, so sorry to the girl Blaise fans out there. Enjoy and please review, constructive criticism will be accepted, no flames though!
Chapter 12 *RAPE WARNING*
Many days had passed since Draco had admitted his love for Hermione. Many days of happiness were to follow that day as Hermione began to realize that she too loved him. And many days of darkness that would consume their growing relationship would come and destroy it wholly as Pansy and Millicent plotted the demise of the fragile love between Hermione and Draco. The two rarely slept as they kept tabs on Hermione making sure they knew her schedule and would find time when she wouldn't be around Draco so that they could go in for the kill.
One day they were sitting in the Slytherin Common Room perfecting their plans so that it would be flawless and they wouldn't get caught in the act. They had finally convinced Blaise Zabini to join the ploy so he was there as well. Several hours went by, slowly and seemingly forever. The clock struck six o' clock and they knew that Hermione should be receiving their note any time now.
It was perfect. Completely perfect.
So flawless was their plan, they had wondered how it had been inspired. Perhaps it was the complete and utter repulsion to Hermione Granger that fueled their ambitions. Or perhaps it was the shame that Draco had brought on their house when he lashed out at Pansy the other day. But they didn't care where it had come from, all they cared now was that, if all went according to plan, Hermione Granger would never be seen or heard from in Hogwarts again . . . At least, she would be too ashamed to show her face in public if all went well because no one, not even the Slytherins, would know who did it or what happened, save themselves of course.
It was time. They all cast identity charms on themselves so that they couldn't be recognized. All they appeared to be was mere silhouettes of people not male, not female . . . just specters of three tall beings; all they sounded like was harsh whispers of wind before a storm.
"All right, let's move out!" said Pansy with excitement that she could barely contain.
They sped down the corridors towards the dungeons that were never used.
"Remember, we can't use our names from here on out or else it's curtains for this little operation!" said Blaise also brimming with excitement for he was to do something to Hermione that was so cruel, that he couldn't wait until his time came.
They reached the classroom that they had told Hermione to come to and hid in the shadows to wait. After a moment of silence they heard distant footsteps. They were timid and light as if she were looking at her surroundings and trying to orient herself so that she would find the appointed classroom.
"Okay, we have three hours max until these charms wear off, so let's get in, have our fun, and get out, then you can have your fun for as long as you want, but then you have to make sure that you get out before your charm wears off," Millicent whispered extremely quietly, first indicating herself and Pansy, then pointing to Blaise.
The trio snuck into the classroom and waited for Hermione to enter.
As she made her way into the classroom, three pairs of hands grabbed her from behind . . .
~*::-::*~
Draco and Harry had a bad feeling about this. They were sitting together at dinner (as they had been doing since a week ago,) talking about how Hermione's flashbacks were completely gone, when Hermione had received an anonymous note.
Hermione swore that if she ran into trouble, that she would be able to hex anybody back into the last century, and said that she could handle herself. Then she went off. Though none of them noticed the fact that Hermione's wand lay forgotten at her abandoned place at the table. They just went on talking about what the note could have been for, thinking that Hermione would be fine.
They didn't know that Hermione was in trouble or that Hermione could be hurt in any vast array of inhumane ways.
~*::-::*~
A voice had whispered the locking charm so that the door wouldn't be able to be opened unless the counter curse was said. Hermione knew that charm well, but finally realized that she had left her wand back in the Great Hall.
Hermione screamed as four hands shoved her against a wall and a fifth hand clamped over her mouth to silence her cry.
"What's the matter Hermione, afraid that you might be outwitted for once in your life?" said one of the forms in a harsh, raspy voice.
"There's no need to be afraid of us Hermione, we just have something to tell you and then you can leave, if you're a good girl and don't make any noise or interrupt us," said another ghostly form.
Hermione remained silent as the third specter cast a binding charm on her so that she was bound to the wall, immobile from the waist up.
"That's a good girl. Now, for the matter at hand. We regret to inform you Hermione . . ." said the shortest of the forms (which was still about a head taller than she,) as it moved closer and closer to her.
"That that boyfriend of yours, is a liar . . ." said the one of middle height.
The smallest of three shadows moved so close that they could see the fear in Hermione's eyes, "Yes, and that you have been cheated . . ." Its hand moved to Hermione's face and stroked her cheek as it said this.
The mid-sized one moved in closer and reached up a hand to Hermione's shoulder. "He wasn't going to tell you about this, so we thought that we would . . ."
"Draco has a very deep secret that you need to know . . ." said the shortest as its hand moved down to Hermione's other shoulder.
"Because if you didn't know it, he'd be getting away with something so vile, that you would be disgusted with him, having wasted the best years of your life on him . . ." The two hands moved closer to the collar of her robes and took a slight hold of the neckline.
"Yes, and that would be tragic . . ." The hands clenched slightly tighter on her collar.
"So we will tell you for him . . ." Together, the hands slid her robe from her body and tossed it aside, leaving her with just a skirt and a blouse on.
"Your dear sweet Draco is engaged to be married . . ." said the shorter of the two.
"Yes, to a lovely girl named Cecily North . . ." said the other.
"You - you're lying," said Hermione quietly.
The first shadow gave a quiet laugh as it continued, "Lying are we? Dear, dear Hermione, why would we lie to you?"
"Yes, we're just trying to help you Hermione . . ."
"How do you know this?"
"Well, obviously Draco told us this or we wouldn't be telling you now."
"Yes, and Draco wouldn't tell us something like this if it weren't true, now would he?"
"No . . . I suppose not," said Hermione contemplating over the truth of her phantom captors' words.
"Exactly," said the one of mid height.
Planes of anger and distrust etched themselves onto Hermione's sweet and innocent face as she realized that these people were indeed telling the truth about Draco.
"Now Hermione, you haven't been a good girl like we asked you to. We told you not to make a sound, so now you will be punished . . ."
The two phantoms disappeared as the third one moved in closer.
"Dear Hermione, what am I going to do with you?"
"Please don't hurt me," said Hermione in a tiny voice.
"Oh, now that won't be any fun at all! How would you be punished without any pain to go with it?"
Hermione remained quiet, knowing that her cause was lost before it was even out in the open.
"Come now Hermione, it won't be that bad!"
Hermione looked to the ground in front of her as the form moved closer and closer.
~*::-::*~
Pansy and Millicent walked into the Great Hall looking extremely happy with themselves. Draco then knew that Hermione was in trouble and told Harry that he forgot something in his dorm and would be right back.
He ran straight to where the note had said to meet, and hoped he wouldn't be too late for whatever it was that was happening.
He couldn't bear the thought of Hermione being hurt.
~*::-::*~
A hand reached up to the collar of her shirt and ripped it from her body in a swift motion and it landed in a heap on the ground. Next, the hand moved to the hem of her skirt and yanked it off and tossed it next to her shirt in a messy heap. Then the hand shredded her lacy bra and tossed it aside. Then came her panties.
The ghostly figure stood back a moment, "My, my, the poor bastard doesn't know what he's missing."
Then its mouth was covering hers in a rough kiss as it took off its robe and threw it aside.
It moved in closer and Hermione could tell that it was a man from the feel of him against her thigh. His manhood was large, Hermione knew that much. But she still could not tell who this mystery person was.
His hands snaked around her back and pulled her thighs upwards so that they wrapped around his waist and she could feel him at her core. She felt a burning in her that she couldn't understand as his firm manhood was pressed against her entrance; a burning desire to just get it over with . . . but she knew that she also wanted nothing more than for this to just stop. His hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed. Even though this repulsed Hermione, it felt so good to her and she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure from the sensation it caused her body.
"That's what I like to hear Hermione," he said in a rough, husky voice as he readied himself for entrance.
"Stop . . . please stop . . ." she said in a weak voice laced in with a very slight desire to just get it over with.
"I can't stop now because you don't really want me to," he said as he began to push into her.
This caused sensations that Hermione had never felt before as she felt the very first man to enter her, it repulsed and fascinated her. "Stop," she moaned out.
This time he pushed hard and fast, thrusting in and out making sure that she felt pain from her hymen breaking so swiftly.
Hermione felt her virginity break on that first thrust and cried out, "Stop it! Stop! Please!"
It was so painful because he didn't let her get used to him before he began thrusting and so, Hermione began to cry the more that he thrust. Not to mention the fact that this man was above average in size and she wasn't used to any size yet.
She dug her nails into her palms as her upper body was still immobile. "Stop!" she cried again in vain.
He climaxed and spilled into her. Then as quickly as it had all started, he was gone from inside of her.
As soon as he was gone from her, the charm was taken off of Hermione and she fell to the floor crying tears of bitterness and shame. She grabbed her cloak and wrapped it around herself in a pitiful attempt to cover herself since it was the only thing that wasn't ripped. "Welcome to Hell Hermione Granger," said the specter as he grabbed his cloak and left.