When It Rains
A/N: I don't own a thing! WARNING! Non consensual sex in first chapter.
Chapter 1
Lucius Malfoy stormed down the corridor, having just come from a meeting with Albus Dumbledore. He had originally wanted to take Draco, his son, out of school for a few days so that he could attend his first Death Eater Ritual, and get his mark, (however he didn't tell Dumbledore that reason, he had just said that his wife was very sick).
And so that old fool had refused to let him take his own son!
"Preposterous!" he muttered angrily to himself. The Dark Lord, as for him, would probably be most angered with him for his son's absence at the meeting which was tomorrow night. In a towering rage, he turned the corner sharply, not really concentrating where he was heading, until he suddenly collided with something hard.
Sprawled out across the floor, and in a more furious mood than before, he felt movement above his leg, something was on him!
Pushing off the culprit with an almighty force, he spotted the familiar but large mass of bushy brown hair.
"Owww!" sounded a female voice.
"You stupid girl!" Lucius thundered, as the girl looked up with a frown, he instantly recognized her, the girl whom his son constantly ranted about-the mudblood!
"Mr. Malfoy!" Hermione addressed him, as she stood up "would you mind where you're going please."
" I believe that you have lost your manners for your elders, Miss Granger, isn't it?" a conniving smirk graced his lips. Hermione felt a small shiver run down her spine and she took a step backwards.
"Perhaps, Mr. Malfoy," she bit out, before turning and leaving the man to straighten himself, all she wanted to do was get away from the monster, and well the resemblance between him and Draco – urgh, there was no difference.
Thinking quickly, she remembered where she was going, her room and so continued her route. She had really enjoyed the privileges of being Head Girl so far, and the duties were enjoyable too.
Arriving outside of the portrait which led to her room, she didn't notice a figure silently watching her every move.
"Hi Guinevere," Hermione greeted the glaring Princess in the portrait which concealed the door behind it. The Princess looked at Hermione from down her nose.
"Oh so you've decided to come back have you?" Princess Guinevere said accusingly, Hermione rolled her eyes, she really didn't like this portrait and somehow she could tell the feeling was mutual.
"Yes I have, now open up, 'Hogwarts; a History!' " Hermione said quietly, the portrait flung open and she climbed inside, going straight to the bathroom.
Once there she sighed wearily, the meeting having shaken her up more then she had let herself show. She quietly watched the water gush out of the (now) running taps. She bent over slowly to turn off the taps, stood up and began to unbutton her shirt when she felt a hand grab her shoulder, her heart almost stopped as she was turned around and found herself face-to-face with none other than Lucius Malfoy.
He had a malicious smile on his face and it was as if he was leering at her.
She looked away, utterly disturbed and shocked at seeing the elder Malfoy in her room without her permission, looking up she decided to be bold and defensive.
"Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing here, I thought…" but she was hushed as he brought a gloved finger to her lips. Frowning she shoved it away and glared at him angrily, what right did he have to come in her room and disturb her privacy?
"I don't think we quite finished out there, Miss Granger," Lucius said in a husky tone, Hermione's eyes widened a little.
"I believe we did, Mr. Malfoy, please can you leave my room, if you do so now, then I won't breathe a word to the Headmaster," Hermione had intended to scare him away but her words seemed to have the opposite affect. He gave her a twisted grin and began running a finger down her arm.
"Oh Miss Granger, I don't believe you will breathe a word after we've finished here," he whispered cruelly, and with that he took a handful of her hair and pulled her towards the bedroom.
She yelled, he had such a grip on her, she tried to turn herself as he dragged her along, any chance to kick the bastard was worth it.
"Now, now, Miss Granger," Lucius tutted as he threw her onto the neatly made bed, "I thought you were a nice young lady, who always did as she was asked."
What was happening? What was he doing? Was this some cruel trick to get her expelled?
She tried to lift herself up, but he was too quick and pinned her on the bed – his weight mainly causing her to collapse beneath him.
Looking at the man she despised, she was horrified when his face came closer to hers and he claimed her in a rough kiss. Her first proper kiss and it was with Lucius Malfoy, her enemy's father!
Trying to pull away and ignoring her bodily reaction, she tried to pull her hands out from under his, so that she could hit him, however he was too quick for her again as he just put even more weight on her.
Pulling away a little, he smirked at her, his grey eyes on fire, "I don't think you've learnt your lesson, Miss Granger, all mudbloods need a little, shall we say, discipline."
Roughly, he began pulling off her shirt, which was already half unbuttoned, revealing her creamy skin, her attributes hidden by the black bra that supported them.
Blushing furiously, only because her pride was being demolished by the second, she gathered as much courage and spat at him. He gave her a disapproving look for a moment but then turned back to what he was doing – unclasping her bra.
"Get off, please!" she cried desperately, her legs flailing about hopelessly, she couldn't move, she was trapped beneath him, all she could do was cry as he began touching her in ways that she never would have dreamed of.
He laughed sickeningly as tears escaped her red eyes, would she ever get out of this alive?
To her horror, he seemed to unbuckle his own trousers.
"No, no!" she cried, "Don't, I've never...never….done this, before," she managed to choke, she felt so humiliated, how could she ever trust anyone again.
He seemed unfazed by her attempts to stop him from his actions, in fact it was giving him much more enjoyment out of the whole situation.
Giving her another twisted grin, he lowered his trousers a little, Hermione choked on her own tears, shutting her eyes, she prayed for it to be over as quickly as it had started. She had tried screaming, but it was no use, Malfoy wasn't a dumb wizard – he knew how to do several charms and spells including a sound proof spell.
A minute later and she was fully exposed to the creep, holding her breath she felt his leg try to part her legs. Keeping them clenched tightly, she wasn't going down without a fight.
He grunted annoyingly as he decided to use his hands to part them, and to Hermione's dismay it was working, she sobbed as she felt exposure to the man she loathed.
"That's a good girl," he whispered maliciously, a small sneer on his expression, "This won't hurt a bit."
As soon as the words had come from his mouth, an agonizing pain hit Hermione as she was nastily abused, she found her vision going blurry until all there was, was the darkness.
