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A/N: WARNING!!!!!:: this chapter contains a rape scene!

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Chapter 5: Raped and Betrothed

HERMIONE

I continued running in between the shelves and I just felt so violated and betrayed. I felt my tears welling up in eyes and then someone grabbed my arm. I looked back and saw Harry's surprised, yet concerned face. Then he asked me,

"W-what happened?"

The tears were now flowing down to my cheek and I turned my body around and just collapsed on to Harry. I felt his arm sliding onto my back and my tears were drenching his shirt. Then I suddenly brokeout,

"I-I'm sorry, Harry."

"So what happened to you? Did Ron do something to you?"

I sniffled and plainly said,

"He…hit me."

"WHAT?!" suddenly hissed Harry.

He put his hands on my shoulder and pulled me away and his emerald eyes looked into my brown eyes. And he gently said,

"Listen, I'll talk to Ron about this, and yo-"

"Please, don't." I said.

"Why? If I don't, he'll hit you again."

"He's not because I'm going to breakup with him." I said which made me feel much better.

"Well, it's your choice Hermione. I actually think that it's for the best." said Harry.

My heart was lifted by this and I realized that I took my true friend for granted.

"I'm really glad that you understand. It means so much to me…Thank you…" I said as I hugged him.

Harry and I continued to find our books and went to the register to purchase. Then, he treated me with Florean Fortesque's pumpkin fury (pumpkin flavored ice cream, topped with whipped cream and sprinkled with chocolate bits) (a/n: yummm…I would like some right now)

"So Harry, since when did you fancy Ginny?" I asked hopefully.

Harry, who was drinking some pumpkin juice, sputtered some back into the cup. He slammed the cup back on the table, spilling some juice.

"Um…w-what gives you that idea?" stuttered Harry.

'He's so cute when he's hesitant like that.'

"Well…let's just say that I saw you and Ginny having a little tongue fight." I said as I chuckled to myself.

"Um…okay…I won't lie to you…so…yeah…I do f-fancy Ginny." said Harry who was very crimson. I smiled at him and asked,

"Since when?"

"Um…since I went to the burrows this year. But please don't tell Ron yet. He's going to kill me if he find out."

"Okay, okay…I solemnly swear that I won't tell a soul to Ronald Weasely." I said teasingly as I placed my right hand where my heart was. He laughed and said,

"Thanks."

We met with everyone and I refused to look at Ron in the eyes. We went back to the burrows by floo powder and Ginny and I went up to her room and we packed the books in to our trunks. I went to the bathroom to wash my face. Suddenly, someone's hand covered my mouth and an arm covered my stomach and pulled me back, causing me to fall back. I fell back on to someone's chest. I realized that this happened to me twice today and recognized that it was Ron once again. He pushed me against the wall and again, he pushed his lips on to mine and I pulled back and threateningly said,

"Let me go."

"No."

I reached for my wand as he forced his tongue into my mouth. He realized what I was doing and grasped both of my wrists and he slammed it against the wall, over my head with one hand. He then, seized my wand and said dangerously,

"Do what I say and no one gets hurt." Then, he pointed my wand at my throat and muttered, SILENCIO. He pointed my wand at the door and muttered something else which made a locking sound at the door. After that, he tied my hands back and my feet together with an invisible rope by using my wand. I tried to scream but no voice came out. I struggled with the ropes but it was no use. Then, he hissed into my ear,

"If you don't want to get hurt, don't fight back." He slammed my body on the cold floor and he squeezed the both sides of my cheek, so that my mouth was wide open for an entrance. Again, he rammed his tongue into my mouth causing me to choke. I tried to close my mouth shut but I ended up biting my cheek. Then, he transfigured my wand into a pen knife (a/n: if that's possible and again, a wand can he turned into a flashlight) and started ripping my shirt, showing my black bra. Subsequently, he ripped my bra into pieces. I looked away from him and showed no expression on my face. I couldn't fight him without my wand, with my hands and feet all tied up. He continued, shoving his tongue in to my mouth as he slithered his hand up to my leg, to my inner thigh, to my ass. He pulled down my panties and my skirt and threw them on the floor. I was now completely naked and exposed. He started to unzip him pants and began to thrust himself into me. The pain was unbearable and I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out.

"You better give in or else…" hissed Ron into my ears. I glowered at him but he ignored it. I fisted my hands and I felt my blood seeping between my legs. He started to lick my exposed body, starting from my lips, down to my neck, down to my breasts, and down to my stomach. Then, he thrusted again… once… twice… and once more. He stood up, zipped his pants and walked over the door.

"I'm warning you…one word to anybody…even Harry…or you'll regret it."

He flicked my wand at my direction and my hands and feet were finally released and muttered a counter curse for my voice. And he threw my wand at me and slammed the door.

DRACO

"Draco? Are you home?" said a voice from outside my room which I recognized as father's.

'Shit…his carriage didn't crash and burn…but why is he home so early?'

I remained laying down on the bed. Then, father stormed in and suddenly grabbed my arm and began to pull me downstairs.

"Hey! What are you doing?! LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!" I yelled as I struggled to break free.

Ignoring what I said, he continued to pull me down. Then I heard an unpleasantly familiar voice from the living room,

"Draco!"

I looked in the living room and saw Pansy Parkinson, the Hogwarts biggest slut. (a/n:: yeah I know…making Pansy a slut is like in every single HG/DM fanfics….but bare with me.) And a woman who looked awfully like Pansy which I assumed was her mother. It was very scary looking at the two…it was like looking at clones… ugh…more of Pansy?! Can this world handle more sluts? When there's more Pansy, it's the end of the world.

"What is she doing here?" I started, disgusted.

"Draco…be nice to your future wife." Said father

'…wait…future wife? What is he talking about?'

'It means that you're going to marry Pansy in the future…does everything have to be spelled out for you?'

'I know what it means and this is not the time!'

'It's never a good time for you, the pampered prince…'

'Shut the fuck up! I don't need to hear all this shit from you!'

'Watch the language there my prince.'

'I said shut the fuck up!'

'Hmmm…if I remember correctly, you said you were going to ignore me for the rest of the day…so …How's it going Draco! How's that Granger girl? How's th-'

'AHHHHHHHHHA!!! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!!!!'

'Why Draco…just pretend that I don't exist…la de da…'

'yeah…just continue humming and make no comments…'

'Oooh! Speaking of comments, you should get a hair cut if you're going to let your hair fall do-'

'AHHHA!!!!.....actually that's not a bad idea….but that's not the point! Just shut your pie hole for few minutes.'

'Yes mi lord…'

'You know what…just shut the fuck up…'

'o-'

'AHA! No speaking…'

I shook my head and I calmly asked father,

"W-what are you talking about? Future wife?"

"Well…I have noticed that your attitude has changed dramatically over the years. And because of that reason I believe that I should be choosing your bride."

I looked at father with repulsion and said,

"I am not going to marry that whore! And you can't tell me who the fuck I marry!" I yelled at father and apperated to Diagon Alley again. I knew that father would soon come to find me here. And I fancied a little treat so I headed for Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor. But I saw Granger and scarhead eating ice cream together.

'Hmmm…I wonder why weasel's not there with them…'

'Have you forgotten?! Weasel hit her remember? And you dropped a book on him.'

'Oh yeah…now I remember.'

'Must I always baby-sit you?'

'Shutup.'

'Fine.'

'Yeah, fine!'

After my little ahem discussion with my conscious, I decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron. If you ask me, the uhh…what's-his-face uhh… the owner of the pub has a really bad taste. If I ever do take over this place, I would tear the whole thing down and build me a new one. Well knowing that it's the only place I can hide, I checked into one of the rooms and bought a bottle of fire whiskey. I entered the room which had a dirt colored, overstuffed chair and a smoke colored, old four poster bed. I personally think the décor is just awful.

'A room is a room Draco. Not everything is in your liking.'

'And what gives you the right to give me a life lesson?'

'Well…conscious are supposed to give person advices so really, I'm doing the right thing.'

'Just shut the fuck up.'

'Okay then…'

'Yeah.'

I collapsed on the chair and faced the grimy ceiling. I opened the bottle of fire whiskey and took a big drink out of it and a few more gulps. Before I knew it, I drank the whole bottle. Then, I faced back to the ceiling.

'Hmmm…I wonder what Hermione is up to…what the fuck? Did I just call Granger by her first name? Crap… am I already drunk?'

'Must be.'

'Get out of my brain…'

And I shut my eyes.

(a/n: sorry....no Kayla in this chapter….I don't know what a kid would say after all that….)

tehehehe...i love writing Draco's conscious discussions

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