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Author's Note: Hmm...Maybe you'll hate me less since I'm giving you two chapters together? Maybe? Please? No hatred?

Okay, I'll settle for a review. And curse FF. Net for ruining my spacing and not accepting special separator characters. -stabs repeatedly-

I actually wrote this one before Chapter 7, but decided it needed something before it. Didn't want to dump this one on you out of nowhere.

Hayley(Rouge Magie or H.E. Rushing to those who know her-go check her out) - thank you for the inspiration. And yes, this helped me with my own demons. Somehow, for a lot of this, I can tell it's me, and not her. Although, hey, she IS me in a way, isn't she? Hair...eyes... yeah... that's me. Well... we'll see.

Warning... this is very dark. Quite a quick change from everything so far.

Enjoy, and, as always, please review.

The Encounter

His face was there. His face was always there. Leaning over her with that toothy grin. Little pieces of his hair falling out in front of him. She remembered every detail. Every little moment, every little motion, every little pockmark on his face. Every little bead of sweat as he held her tightly. She remembered.

He'd drawn her in. She couldn't help it... he was quite attractive. His big muscled arms, that winking smile... he made her shiver with excitement and uncertainty. She wasn't sure what was happening, wasn't sure if she liked it, but her body urged her onward and she let herself be drawn in closer behind the trees. Her heart thumped so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

"Come with me, Ackerley," he murmured softly.

She giggled... would she always be just "Ackerley" to him, even now?

"Of course, my Captain," she offered back playfully.

Jade closed her eyes and let the memories flow as they would.

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It was dark... cold. She could see her breath in the air, curling and rising towards the sky with each exhalation. Stars twinkled high above, their light filtering down through the branches. A quiet wind made its way through the trees, rustling empty branches and piles of dried fallen leaves as it went. Though bundled up as she was, the cold wind still made her shiver.

"Cold, m'dear?" he asked, taking hold of her hand and pulling gently, ever so gently.

"Just a bit, Captain," she replied with a smile, letting him draw her closer. Her heart was racing, and she was getting nervous. She wanted... or did she...?

Before she knew it, his arms were around her. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, and wanted nothing so much as to melt into his embrace. Time stood still, and there was just him and her, alone in the world.

She felt a hand reach down and tilt her chin. She found herself looking into his eyes... those big brown eyes... felt his breath on her lips. He was leaning towards her, yet something stirred in the back of her mind... some little nagging thought...

Just as his lips had just barely touched hers, she pulled her head back, remaining in his embrace.

"Fleur?" she asked, staring up into his eyes. Searching... searching for his feelings. Just one word, but he knew what her question was.

"She was nothing," he replied offhandedly.

"But... she was beautiful," she persisted. "Are you sure I'm..."

He looked at her for a minute. She couldn't judge his expression. Some strange mix of desire, confusion... and annoyance, almost. A sort of condescension. An adult looking impatiently down at a child. Finally, he broke his gaze and shrugged.

"You're pretty too. Besides, she was a bitch."

"Oh..." she replied, somewhat taken aback. He had complimented her, but somehow her pulse was slowing and she began to feel strange... out of place, somehow. She didn't understand quite what was going on inside her.

"Forget about her. It's you I want," he purred, a strange glint in his eye.

She forced a smile. 'Why am I having to force a smile...?' she wondered. 'I like this... don't I...?' she ignored the thoughts and stared up into his eyes again. Such a rich warm brown... she felt she could lose herself in them.

"My Captain... I never knew I could feel like this about you," she said, her words leaving her nervous and vulnerable. What would he say? What would he do? Did he feel this way?

"Mmm... same here, Ackerley," came his reply. He was leaning in again.

"Jade," she said as firmly as she could. If this were to happen, she would no longer be just 'Ackerley' to him.

"Mmm... Jade then," he said, avoiding argument. "Whatever pleases you, m'dear."

He leaned in. This time, she couldn't think of any way to stop him. 'Way to stop him!?' she puzzled at herself. 'Why would I want to stop him? He's attractive, athletic, he must be smart...Ravenclaw and all....why would I want to...?'

Her thoughts were cut short as she felt the warmth of his lips against hers. Nothing else mattered right then... he was kissing her. Someone was kissing Lisa Ackerley... someone actually liked her. It didn't even matter who it was right then. It was something she had never imagined - someone liking her. It was wonderful.

She lost all reasoned thought and drank in his kiss, feeling the intoxication of his touch flow through her body. He was all around her, warm, protective. She was safe in his arms.

She felt his tongue enter her mouth and her eyes flew open. It surprised her. She didn't know what to do, how to react. She didn't want to disappoint him though, so she made no move to draw back. It felt strange... some kind of probe invading her mouth. She wasn't sure she liked it, but she played along and did the same as he did, hoping it would please him.

Feeling her response, he pushed harder. His tongue was inside her mouth, pushing deep, invading. She could barely breathe. Finally, she could bear it no more and pulled back and out of his embrace, wiping his saliva from around her mouth.

"What's the matter, babe?" he said, looking somewhat annoyed, almost angered.

"I... I..." She couldn't get the words out.

"What!?" he persisted, anger now clearly rising in his face.

"I... just... I... I don't want to do this anymore..."

She looked down at her feet, embarrassed to be so inexperienced. He was older, more experienced, ready for more than she was. She felt ashamed for letting him draw her out here only to say no.

"I... I'm sorry..."

She studied the dried leaves at her feet, waiting for him to say something.

"No need to be sorry, Ackerley."

Something wasn't right. His voice sounded... strange. She looked up at him. The shadow of a branch hid most of his face, but she could see his eyes, looking at her. The strange glint in his eyes was back. His voice had been... unnerving. Almost as though he meant to...

His hand reached out and grabbed her arm. She tugged it free.

"What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed.

"Oh, nothing," he replied, menace clearly showing through in his voice.

This wasn't the same boy. She'd never seen this... this wasn't him...

"I'm going back to the castle now," she said shakily, not taking her eyes off of him.

She felt fear rising inside her. They were alone out in the woods. The castle lights shone a few hundred yards up a hill. They were in the dark. Hidden. Just the two of them. All alone.

"I don't think so, m'dear," he replied mischievously, moving in closer to her.

Panic flared up inside her. She turned and started to run. Arms enclosed her from behind, dragging her back. She struggled against him, squirming and wriggling against his powerful hold. She drew in a deep breath to scream, and a hand was clamped over her mouth.

"Ah ah ah, m'dear. Can't have any of that now, can we?"

With only one of his arms around her now, she managed to struggle free and start running again. Suddenly the wind was knocked from her and she found herself facedown on the ground, dirt and leaves sticking to her. She felt the sharp jab of a fallen branch in her side. His weight was on her, and, try as she might, she couldn't struggle out from underneath him. She felt so small beneath his muscular bulk - he was so much bigger than she was, so much stronger. She was helpless. A little bird trying to fly out from beneath a lion's paw. She felt his hand clamp over her mouth again, and though she tried to scream through it, no one would hear her.

He turned her over forcibly and sat on top of her, holding her down with his weight. His hand still over her mouth, he leaned close in and looked her right in the eye.

"This doesn't need to be any more unpleasant for you than you make it, m'dear," he said, in a tone that was almost businesslike.

Jade felt the tears running down her face. 'This can't be happening... This can't be happening...' She whimpered through his hand, and he removed it.

"What was that m'dear?" he asked, leering over her with an indulgent toothy grin. He was messing around in his pocket, looking for something.

"Roger..." she choked out. "Please....don't...."

Suddenly, his wand was in front of her face.

"Silencio!" he whispered fiercely, and Jade felt her voice being ripped out from her throat. She opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out. The realization hit her like a hammer, and she felt the tears stream even faster. She slid her hand inside her robes searching...searching...

"Lookin' for this, darlin'?" he cackled. He picked up a long smooth object from the brush beside her and held it up.

It was her wand.

She watched him toss it off to the side. Time seemed to slow as that little piece of wood tumbled through the air. Her eyes followed it as it flipped through the cold night and into the darkness. As she heard it hit the ground in a crunch of leaves, her hopes were gone. She pawed at him, silently begging him not to do this to her. But it was too late.

She felt his hand sliding up her leg, lifting her robes, lifting her skirt. The warmth of his touch was no longer welcome. She struggled fiercely, trying to stop what was about to happen. He backhanded her roughly, and she fell still, dazed from the hit. She felt blood trickle out of the side of her mouth. She put her arms in front of herself feebly, trying to push him away. He laughed, and pushed her arms back. They fell weakly at her sides.

And then she felt him, felt him inside. She tried to scream, but all that came out was air and a cough. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled and wriggled, trying to break away. Her attempts were met with a fist. She fell back, her nose throbbing in pain and a shoulder feeling disjointed.

Finally, hopelessly, she surrendered and lay still, watching as he took his pleasure in her. She watched him with every thrust, watched him as he sweated, watched him as he held her down. Beads of sweat rolled down both their foreheads.

He looked in her eyes and grinned. A sickening, horrible, toothy grin.

"Bet'cha... like this... don't'cha... darlin'..." he grunted out between thrusts.

She spat in his face.

"That was a mistake, m'dear" he said angrily, wiping his face off.

She spat again.

He cried out in anger and drew his hand back. As it hit her face, she started falling into blackness, only dimly aware that he was again moving inside of her.

"Don't you fall asleep on me," she heard a voice say, calling her back from the brink of unconsciousness.

Her vision returned, and much to her dismay, he was still there.

"Ain't no fun if you're not awake," he laughed.

She could do nothing but cry as she felt him inside of her. Each thrust caused her pain like she had never felt before. His warm touch - once so welcomed - had turned to a fire, burning within her, consuming her, taking everything from her. Satan himself was within, and her body was wracked with blazing pain.

--

Finally, he was finished with her, and rolled off to the side with a self-pleased sigh. Too weak to move, she didn't even attempt to cover her bare abdomen and legs from the night's cold.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it, darlin'? You liked it. You know you liked it."

She looked up at him blankly, too defeated to even glare at him. He was busy buttoning his trousers and straightening his clothes.

"I should get goin'... now you better not tell anyone about this, understand?"

When he got no response, he leaned in close, right in her face.

"Understand?!" he asked again, his voice filled with unmistakable menace.

Fear filled her, and she nodded fervently.

"That's a good girl."

He reached down and covered her up himself. Though she was covered from the cold night air, she still felt naked and open, lying there as he stood over her. The fact that her clothes covered her made no difference.

"Your wand's over there somewhere. Hopefully you know how to undo my little charm. Otherwise you're gonna be quiet for a long, long time...."

Roger Davies laughed at his own stupid joke and walked off, leaving her lying there in the cold, dark night.

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Jade felt the tears running down her cheeks, leaving little trails down her face. The memories flooded her senses, and she couldn't shake them from her mind.

She had been weak. She would never be weak again.