Chapter 2.
AN...I haven't decided when this is set...so when she uses the prefects bathroom...she's not necessarily a 5th year prefect...I know she says Harry told her about it...which can only mean this is set in either 4th or 5th year...but it's a fanfic...I'm the author...anything can happen.
Hermione had slept right through until early the next morning. She woke with a start, drenched in sweat. Her sleep, though long, had been riddled with nightmares...so vivid..so clear. She saw him standing there, saw him approach her...felt his warm hands against her skin...heard his words in her ear...clear as glass...sharp as ice....it was like it had happened all over again. She felt sick as she thought about it. Checking the small clock on her bedside table, she saw that it was 7am, hardly anyone would be up yet. She felt dirtier than she had felt yesterday, but had had no time for a bath. She grabbed her towels and toiletries and made her way to the girls' bathroom, she used the prefect's bathroom this time, which Harry had told her about.
She set down her towels beside the bath and ran the water. She watched it slowly fill up, a small layer of steam floating on the surface. She tested the water with her hand...a little too hot...so she added some cold water. She stood up and started to undress. Tears filled her eyes as she done so...she saw his hands instead of her own...tearing at her buttons...pulling at her skirt. Tears softly rolled down her cheeks as she finished, clothes on the floor...standing by the bath naked. She couldn't look at her body...all she could see was him. She slipped into the water, jumping a little...it was too hot still...but she didn't cool it down. She forced herself against her natural reactions to lie down in the boiling water...she felt somehow as if the hotter water would clean her more...burning his fingerprints off her skin...She re-positioned some of the bubbles to cover her body under the water...she couldn't look at herself, he had destroyed her, although she was yet to realise this fully. Everytime she shut her eyes, she saw his face, smirking at her...saw his hands trailing her body...She thought of Ron...and more tears chased down her cheeks. What was she going to do? She had tried, she had tried to act as normal with him...but she couldn't even be around 't bear his touch...but she couldn't bear to tell him...she didn't want to loose him...she loved him so much...and she loved Harry so much as a friend...but she couldn't even look at them...she saw the face in their faces...she saw him laughing at her...saw him smirking when Ron was smiling at her...he was haunting her. He had stolen so much. Oh yes, he had stolen so much more than the obvious...he had stolen her life. Her whole life. He had stolen her boyfriend...her happiness...her friends...her whole life. And for this she resented him. She cringed as she remembered herself that night...frozen solid...knowing she should run away...call for help...anything...but she couldn't move. She couldn't move.
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One week later, Hermione, Harry and Ron were in the common room. Yes, she was still awkward at their presence, but she had not been able to tell them, she just forced herself to snap back into her old life...she knew it would seem stupid telling them that she didn't want to be around them, after all, they had done nothing...but there was more than that, they had noticed.
"Hermione, I'm sick of this, what's up? Tell us. You've been distant all week."
"I..I...Ron, can I talk to you?" She said in a small voice. Ron looked confused, but nodded, after all, she was still his girlfriend, whom he loved dearly, and if something was bothering her...he wanted to know.
She took him aside, thankfully it was a warm and sunny day and most of the students were out taking in the sun in the grounds, so the common room was practically empty. She stood with him in the corner of the room.
"Ron...I...I can't...I really don't want to have to say this. I love you so, so much..."
"What...?" Ron asked, his stomach dropping, he knew what was about to happen.
"I...I think we should break up." the words escaped her lips like poison.
"Right." Ron said, trying to keep his cool. "Why?"
"I can't...I...I just...Oh Ron." She looked at him with helpless eyes welling up with tears.
"Hey hey...what's all this?" He asked, as the tears started streaming down her face. He embraced her with a tight hug. "Shh, come on!"
She was freely sobbing into his shoulder now, and she was extremely conscious of his hands on her...stroking her her back...this made her cry even more.
"Hermione! It's ok..." Ron tried to console her...but he didn't know, he just didn't know what was wrong. In his opinion, their relationship was fine, and he didn't know what had happened to make her do this out of the blue.
"Ron...just leave me." She shoved his hands off her and they just stood in front of each other, Ron looking at her, hurt and confused, and Hermione staring at her feet. She slowly walked out of the common room...feeling lower than she had ever felt before...even before the...the...rape. There, she had said it...rape. The word played over and over again in her head. Rape. First that...now she had dumped Ron...who had no idea why....and he was probably standing in the common room confused and concerned. She hated doing that to him, she still loved him...but...everything was so messed up...she walked down the stairs...she looked at the person approaching her in the corridor...and even he looked like...him. His face was moulding into everyone she saw...she looked closer...looked at the smirk on his face and realised...it was him. Walking towards her, with that horrid smirk...she was all alone...with him again...she panicked...she was frozen to the spot. She glanced around her, but there was no-one else there, everyone was in the grounds...it was Sunday.
"Well hello there my little Hermione!" He said. Taunting her with each word...and he knew it. He circled her while he talked to her, making her feel even smaller. She couldn't believe herself for somewhere thinking there was even the slightest chance he'd feel guilty about what he'd done. He was still exactly the same from that night the week before.
"Go away." Her small voice protested.
"Go away? Hahaha." He tossed his head back in an exaggerated laugh. "You're just back for more, aren't you, clever little Hermione!"
"Please..." she started, tears forming in her eyes.
"Couldn't get enough of me last time, could you?" He grinned maliciously at her, which made her shudder. "How's your little Weasely? Is he as good to you as I am?"
"Stop it. Stop it." She whispered, helpless, a few tears escaping her eyes.
"Aww, have I made little Hermione upset?" He reached out his hand to her face and she tensed. He put his finger to her cheek and wiped away the tears, trailing his finger down her face and over her mouth, laughing when she shivered at his touch. "We don't want that!" He said. He turned his hand so that his whole hand was covering her mouth now...but he knew she was too paralysed to scream anyway. He kept a firm grip on her as he opened the door to an empty classroom behind them and threw her in and shut the door. She stood, shaking, arms flopped helplessly at her sides as he laughed and approached her.
"Aww, my little Hermione's all scared...look at you...like a little lost girl." He said, standing in front of her. "Now, where were we?" He said, as he raised his hand back to her eyes, which had leaked more tears. He gently ran his hand down her whole face closing her eyes in the process. She didn't dare open them again. The tears stopped as she stood there. She felt his clammy hands creep down towards her waist and slide under her jumper, tracing her belly. "Open your eyes." He commanded, and she reluctantly did so. She let her eyes glaze over and stared at the wall over his shoulder as he continued to abuse her, taunting her with words all along. When he was finished, he threw her back onto a desk, which she stumbled over as she fussed to fix her skirt. "That's what little Hermione gets when little Hermione goes wandering alone. Just can't get enough of me, eh?" he asked, and he walked out, chuckling to himself, shutting the door back behind him and leaving her standing in the silence, shaking violently, still glued to the spot.
AN...I haven't decided when this is set...so when she uses the prefects bathroom...she's not necessarily a 5th year prefect...I know she says Harry told her about it...which can only mean this is set in either 4th or 5th year...but it's a fanfic...I'm the author...anything can happen.
Hermione had slept right through until early the next morning. She woke with a start, drenched in sweat. Her sleep, though long, had been riddled with nightmares...so vivid..so clear. She saw him standing there, saw him approach her...felt his warm hands against her skin...heard his words in her ear...clear as glass...sharp as ice....it was like it had happened all over again. She felt sick as she thought about it. Checking the small clock on her bedside table, she saw that it was 7am, hardly anyone would be up yet. She felt dirtier than she had felt yesterday, but had had no time for a bath. She grabbed her towels and toiletries and made her way to the girls' bathroom, she used the prefect's bathroom this time, which Harry had told her about.
She set down her towels beside the bath and ran the water. She watched it slowly fill up, a small layer of steam floating on the surface. She tested the water with her hand...a little too hot...so she added some cold water. She stood up and started to undress. Tears filled her eyes as she done so...she saw his hands instead of her own...tearing at her buttons...pulling at her skirt. Tears softly rolled down her cheeks as she finished, clothes on the floor...standing by the bath naked. She couldn't look at her body...all she could see was him. She slipped into the water, jumping a little...it was too hot still...but she didn't cool it down. She forced herself against her natural reactions to lie down in the boiling water...she felt somehow as if the hotter water would clean her more...burning his fingerprints off her skin...She re-positioned some of the bubbles to cover her body under the water...she couldn't look at herself, he had destroyed her, although she was yet to realise this fully. Everytime she shut her eyes, she saw his face, smirking at her...saw his hands trailing her body...She thought of Ron...and more tears chased down her cheeks. What was she going to do? She had tried, she had tried to act as normal with him...but she couldn't even be around 't bear his touch...but she couldn't bear to tell him...she didn't want to loose him...she loved him so much...and she loved Harry so much as a friend...but she couldn't even look at them...she saw the face in their faces...she saw him laughing at her...saw him smirking when Ron was smiling at her...he was haunting her. He had stolen so much. Oh yes, he had stolen so much more than the obvious...he had stolen her life. Her whole life. He had stolen her boyfriend...her happiness...her friends...her whole life. And for this she resented him. She cringed as she remembered herself that night...frozen solid...knowing she should run away...call for help...anything...but she couldn't move. She couldn't move.
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One week later, Hermione, Harry and Ron were in the common room. Yes, she was still awkward at their presence, but she had not been able to tell them, she just forced herself to snap back into her old life...she knew it would seem stupid telling them that she didn't want to be around them, after all, they had done nothing...but there was more than that, they had noticed.
"Hermione, I'm sick of this, what's up? Tell us. You've been distant all week."
"I..I...Ron, can I talk to you?" She said in a small voice. Ron looked confused, but nodded, after all, she was still his girlfriend, whom he loved dearly, and if something was bothering her...he wanted to know.
She took him aside, thankfully it was a warm and sunny day and most of the students were out taking in the sun in the grounds, so the common room was practically empty. She stood with him in the corner of the room.
"Ron...I...I can't...I really don't want to have to say this. I love you so, so much..."
"What...?" Ron asked, his stomach dropping, he knew what was about to happen.
"I...I think we should break up." the words escaped her lips like poison.
"Right." Ron said, trying to keep his cool. "Why?"
"I can't...I...I just...Oh Ron." She looked at him with helpless eyes welling up with tears.
"Hey hey...what's all this?" He asked, as the tears started streaming down her face. He embraced her with a tight hug. "Shh, come on!"
She was freely sobbing into his shoulder now, and she was extremely conscious of his hands on her...stroking her her back...this made her cry even more.
"Hermione! It's ok..." Ron tried to console her...but he didn't know, he just didn't know what was wrong. In his opinion, their relationship was fine, and he didn't know what had happened to make her do this out of the blue.
"Ron...just leave me." She shoved his hands off her and they just stood in front of each other, Ron looking at her, hurt and confused, and Hermione staring at her feet. She slowly walked out of the common room...feeling lower than she had ever felt before...even before the...the...rape. There, she had said it...rape. The word played over and over again in her head. Rape. First that...now she had dumped Ron...who had no idea why....and he was probably standing in the common room confused and concerned. She hated doing that to him, she still loved him...but...everything was so messed up...she walked down the stairs...she looked at the person approaching her in the corridor...and even he looked like...him. His face was moulding into everyone she saw...she looked closer...looked at the smirk on his face and realised...it was him. Walking towards her, with that horrid smirk...she was all alone...with him again...she panicked...she was frozen to the spot. She glanced around her, but there was no-one else there, everyone was in the grounds...it was Sunday.
"Well hello there my little Hermione!" He said. Taunting her with each word...and he knew it. He circled her while he talked to her, making her feel even smaller. She couldn't believe herself for somewhere thinking there was even the slightest chance he'd feel guilty about what he'd done. He was still exactly the same from that night the week before.
"Go away." Her small voice protested.
"Go away? Hahaha." He tossed his head back in an exaggerated laugh. "You're just back for more, aren't you, clever little Hermione!"
"Please..." she started, tears forming in her eyes.
"Couldn't get enough of me last time, could you?" He grinned maliciously at her, which made her shudder. "How's your little Weasely? Is he as good to you as I am?"
"Stop it. Stop it." She whispered, helpless, a few tears escaping her eyes.
"Aww, have I made little Hermione upset?" He reached out his hand to her face and she tensed. He put his finger to her cheek and wiped away the tears, trailing his finger down her face and over her mouth, laughing when she shivered at his touch. "We don't want that!" He said. He turned his hand so that his whole hand was covering her mouth now...but he knew she was too paralysed to scream anyway. He kept a firm grip on her as he opened the door to an empty classroom behind them and threw her in and shut the door. She stood, shaking, arms flopped helplessly at her sides as he laughed and approached her.
"Aww, my little Hermione's all scared...look at you...like a little lost girl." He said, standing in front of her. "Now, where were we?" He said, as he raised his hand back to her eyes, which had leaked more tears. He gently ran his hand down her whole face closing her eyes in the process. She didn't dare open them again. The tears stopped as she stood there. She felt his clammy hands creep down towards her waist and slide under her jumper, tracing her belly. "Open your eyes." He commanded, and she reluctantly did so. She let her eyes glaze over and stared at the wall over his shoulder as he continued to abuse her, taunting her with words all along. When he was finished, he threw her back onto a desk, which she stumbled over as she fussed to fix her skirt. "That's what little Hermione gets when little Hermione goes wandering alone. Just can't get enough of me, eh?" he asked, and he walked out, chuckling to himself, shutting the door back behind him and leaving her standing in the silence, shaking violently, still glued to the spot.