A/N:
Sydney-Black – It was actually intentional. I guess I need to inform everyone a bit what I meant by that… lol
When Voldemort issued Draco the order, he had actually never seen who the intruder was. Thus, this would explain why he used "he" instead of "she". Generally, people tend to use "he" when they don't know who the person in question is.
Ok… This is sort of a dark chapter.
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Chapter 1
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She let out a moan as she woke up with a pounding headache. Her body ached all over as if she had been beaten up. Her sides ached the most though. It felt like something had kicked her there really hard. She can barely move without feeling a jolt of pain at her side.
Slowly, she propped herself up and looked around at her surroundings. She was sitting on a green velvet canopy bed, surrounded by green silk curtains. The bed was seated near the center of the room, the headboard against the wall. The room was dimly lit, but she could still make out some of the things in the room. From the looks of it, the walls were made out of stone blocks and there was a full-length mirror on her right. A desk sat across from the bed and there was a chair placed before it. A door was at the corner between the desk and the mirror and a torch hung on each corner across the bed. Nothing seemed to be at the left of the bed from what she could tell.
"Where am I?"
Her thoughts wandered about, trying to figure out where she was; but all she received was a blank. Her thoughts then wandered to whether she might be at her home, but where? Still her mind drew a blank. Slowly, panic began to rise within her. Why can't she remember? Quickly, she tested herself, trying to figure out who were her parents, where she lived, what school did she go to, who were her friends, and her name. Still, she just drew a blank.
Her mind raced, her eyes wide with panic. She can't remember anything. Her name, her childhood life, her birthday – nothing!
Slowly, her eyes wandered back to the mirror, seeing a young woman staring back at her.
"Who am I…?"
"You do you think you are?"
The voice startled her from her thoughts. Quickly, she scanned the room, looking for the source of the voice. She didn't have to look for the long before an outline of a man took shape toward the right of the bed. Right before her eyes, a dark figure appeared from the shadows of the room. He was dressed in all black, with a cloak hung over his shoulders. His hair went down a little pass his shoulders and it seemed a bit oily. His eyes seemed to pierce though her soul by the manner he was staring at her. He reminded her a lot of a vampire by his appearance.
"Who are you?"
"You don't know who I am?"
She shook her head.
For a split second there, she thought that she saw a smirk appear on his face, but it was gone as soon as it came.
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Never had he imagined that the know-it-all Granger would not even know who he is. After 7 years of having to deal with her annoying remarks, he can now have his sweet revenge. His eyes traveled up and down her frame. She had grown delicious and ripe.
Oh yes. During the war, he knew there would be consequences if he were to betray Dumbledore. But what did that old fool know? He believed that he was helping him defeat Voldemort by providing information on Voldemort's plans. Little did he know that it was just the total opposite; and it was all thanks to his teachings on Occlumency.
He didn't want that calm surreal lifestyle that Dumbledore wished for. It was just not his nature. In that lifestyle, he wouldn't be able to satisfy his sadistic needs without punishment. He would probably go crazy in that environment.
Inwardly, he chuckled. Being a deatheater had really gotten to him. It was part of him now, and he hadn't regretted it one bit.
Now, Voldemort had won the war and he has all the power that he needs. The death of Potter proved that damn prophecy to be just a bunch of rubbish for the hopeless to feed on.
"Who are you?"
Her voice startled him from his thoughts and his eyes once again were glued on to her.
Granger had grown up. No longer was she the scrawny bushy haired know-it-all, but instead, she had developed curves in all the right places and her hair had managed to tame down. It was still frizzy, but at a lower degree. Her eyes still shine with curiosity and her lips still pout when she's confused.
He wants her.
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"Who are –"
"Shut up you silly girl."
Her eyes widened in shock as he snared those words.
Slowly, he started towards her, his eyes boring into hers. Before she knew it, he was at the side of the bed. She felt like an animal in front of a predator. It felt like he would kill her at any moment.
She continued to stare at him suddenly feeling the need to not lose to him. As she continued to stare, she didn't even notice him licking his lips.
"What do you want?"
"This."
In a flash, he had crushed his lips upon hers. It was a brutal kiss – his tongue having already forced its way into her mouth. She tried to push him away, but her hands were pinned under his. His weight kept her in place while he explored her mouth, urging her to respond with his tongue. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she tried kicking and moving him away from her. He wouldn't move. Finally, she kneeled him in the groin and he fell to the side.
Scared, she scurried out of the bed and ran to the door. She tried the lock, but it just won't budge. She was stuck.
"PLEASE! ANYONE! HELP ME!" she cried as she pounded on the door. " PLEASE!"
"So you want to play it that way. Fine", a voice snarled from behind her. She didn't even hear him approach her.
Her heart seemed to pound right off her chest. Quickly, she moved to the right, but was it was to no avail. His arms caged her between him and the door.
"You can't escape, m'dear."
Her mind began to race with ideas of how she can escape this man, but each one seemed unreasonable, much less possible to even try.
While her mind raced, he turned her around and crushed his lips against her again with the more brutal force. He pried her teeth apart and ravaged her mouth savagely, not even bothering to urge her to respond. She tried to fight him back again, but he was prepared. He gripped her arm roughly and before she knew it, he dragged and flung her onto the bed.
"Please… Don't do this. Please stop…"
But he didn't seem to hear her. With reflexes like a cat, he climbed onto the bed and grabbed her waist to prevent her from escaping.
This was like a horrible nightmare – a nightmare that she just couldn't seem to wake from.
"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" she shrieked. Before she could scream anymore, his lips crushed against hers for the third time.
Why won't he stop? Why is he doing this to her?
She was sobbing now. His body weight pinned her down against the bed with his body between her legs to prevent her from kneeling him again. She was trapped. Completely hopeless.
His hands began to run all over her body, grabbing her breast momentarily before he grabbed her hair. She could feel his erection pressing against her and that caused her to sob even more.
He wasn't going to stop.
In her mind, she pleads that this would stop. Her mind screamed at the man to tell him to stop, but it was fruitless.
Suddenly, as if some heavenly being heard her pleas, the man stopped and got off her. His eyes squeezed shut as if he was in pain.
"Fuck."
He got off her quickly and prepared to leave. But not without leaving her something behind.
"I'll be back for you."
Just like he appeared in the shadows earlier, he disappeared.
Tears still streamed from her eyes from the recent events. She was almost raped… He had almost raped her… Slowly, she turned to her side and began sobbing into a pillow. Bruises from the man's administrations were beginning to appear on her arms. She didn't even bother to notice that he left. Instead, all she could think about was how filthy she felt and how lost she was.
Her first memory became the one that she most wants to forget…
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A/N: Here's the next part! Oh gosh… some of you probably want to kill me right now for making Snape a total prick. It just seems to make his character more… dark. I have nothing against him though!