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disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter. He belongs to J.K.Rowling.
recap: Popping a couple of sleeping pills in her mouth and gulping it down with a few sips of water, Hermione rested her weary head on the pillow, not daring to hope for what will happen tomorrow – the day she will go back to Hogwarts.
# chapter one
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night with a rude bang and several shouts and screams. "Fuck you! Why don't you go off and visit some of those prostitutes you love so much!" her mother screamed.
"Yes, I think I will! While you enjoy yourself with some other guys!" Came her father's reply, as he slammed the door. Magnificent wake-up call, Hermione thought and weep into her covers. Damn, she hated how they disrupted the peace the household use to enjoy.
Damn, she hated how they could make her break down so easily. Smarty-pants bookworm Granger. Crying because of her family, how weak. She sobbed, and her tears ran down her face. She thought of Hogwarts. She thought of Harry and Ron. Oh, how I missed them, she cried.
Damn, she hated all of this fucking shit. But most of all, she hated herself. Hermione opened the door and saw her mother making out with some guy on the couch, and a path of destruction that led to the door. She knew her father had left, and this was no surprise to her.
She closed back the door, locked it and jumped into her bed. She wiped her tears on her pillow, ignoring the moans that came from the living hall. How could she, Hermione screamed mentally. She hated her mother, she hated her father. How could they do this to her? How could they bring her through such pain and misery?
As her mind were full of reprimanding thoughts, the door suddenly opened with a click. Hermione turned in surprise. Who could it be? Her mother did not give a screwing damn about her. In horror, Hermione saw and huddled in a corner. It was the man her mother was screwing with, and he had a lustful grin on his face. Her mother had unlocked the door to him? WHY? She wanted to know. What did he want with her? She shot a frightful glance outside. Her mother laid on the floor, collapsed in a heap – naked.
The man pushed Hermione on to her bed, and locked the door. Hermione's eyes opened wide in terror.
He took off his belt and started to whip her. The leather came in contact with her skin and seared it with a white-hot sensation. Her skin ripped apart, dripping with blood and staining her white gown. Her eyes flooded with tears. What was this man doing to her!
He leered lustfully at her body as she begged him to stop, kneeling on the floor. He lowered his belt, and she was grateful. But, she ran for the door. Big mistake.
He was angered. "You filthy bitch!" He roared, and pushed her on to her bed and forcing himself on her. He took out ropes from his back pocket, and tied her arms to her bedposts firmly. She struggled, but the rough ropes scratched into her skin, turning them purple. The blood throbbed beneath her wrists.
"Stop…stop…don't…" she whimpered. The man looked at her, looking at his prized catch. "Remember my name…it is John." The man smiled, showing his yellowed teeth, before starting to kiss her neck forcefully. He took her skin into his lips and sucked them forcefully. He gave her neck little bites and sucked them, showering them with his saliva.
"He…" Hermione tried to scream, but was silenced off with his vile lips on hers. My…my first kiss, she screamed inside. John's hands roamed freely against Hermione's body, and he hitched up the skirt of her gown and pulled down her black panties. He broke the kiss, looking at her panties and he sniffed them. With a grin, he stuffed them into Hermione's mouth to prevent her from screaming. Her eyes watered. Shame, embarrassment, fear… all of these flooded her senses.
John unbuttoned her nightgown and took her left breast into his mouth and started to suck them, and bite them. She hated how her body was reacting to him, as her nipples became erect and pink.
She wanted to shut her mind off, she didn't want to succumb to this man. She stopped struggling, as John started to do lots of perverse acts to her then virgin body. Deep inside of her, she knew but she decided to run away. Deep inside of her, she was hiding from the harsh reality. She did not want to admit that she was being raped by this stranger. Her eyes glossed over as her mind ran away into an imaginary dreamland, where she was sitting and reading books.
Fifteen excruciating minutes. It might seem short, but it was like an eternity to Hermione. John pulled his pants and untied the ropes, but Hermione was just on her bed, spacing out. She was forcing herself to think that nothing had happened. But she knew, it had just changed her life.
Just as John left the room, Hermione changed into a casual tee and a pair of shorts. She slipped in her box of razors, two penknives and her wand into her pocket, grabbed her suitcase and ran out of the house, not caring if John was still there.
The moment she was out of the damned building, she waved her wand. The Knight Bus came roaring in its full purple glory, and she boarded the bus, ignoring the weird glances that came from the other people aboard because of her scars and bruises. Hermione paid sixteen Sickles, departed for Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron, as she slept in the bed, trying hard to forget what had happened.
;triple hearts.
author's words: so, how was it? Drop me a review (: I think I am going to write a Draco and Hermione fic? Because that was the suggestion given by my cousin.