Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Characters, but all these other cool people I do.
After work, Hermione walked home by herself. She knew she had an appointment today,
but she couldn't stand another session. Her doctor didn't really care.
"Yes, yes. And how does that make you feel?"
Probably writing she was clinically insane. She waited for the day she would be strapped up and thrown n a padded room.
As she walked, she decided to hold her breath. She took a deep breath and counted,
"One, two, three, four..." She slowed down her pace.
"Twent-four, twenty-five, twenty-six..." She still held her breath, hoping she would faint in the street and a car would hit her. Then again, she could just step off the edge, end it a lot quicker.
"Thirty-nine, fourty..."
Her face became a deep blue color, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and
she swayed backwards.
"Fourt-seven, fourty-eight, fourty-nine, FIFTY!"
She grabbed nto a pole and gasped for air. She became light headed and soon a migraine developed. She leaned on the pole and sighed, the color returning to her face.
There was an old couple and a young boy staring at her as they walked by. She gave them an evil sneer and stood upright. They whispered something to one another and walked off looking over their shoulder.
Hermione continued her way home. When she was coming up to her building, she began
to take her keys out. When she dropped some papers.
"Need help?" A man said behind her.
She turned and looked up at the man closely, he was drop dead gorgeous.
"Thank you." She said a bit slurred.
"No problem. You live here?" He pointed at the building.
"Yes." She smiled. "Thank you again." She blushed.
There was only one thought going through her head; sex.
"Would you like to come in?" She asked, he nodded.
Hermione began to unlock her apartment door, she felt something press against her.
The man licked her ear and nibbled her neck. Hermione succumbed to him immediatly.
She finally got the door opened and he pushed her in and pulled down her pants and underwear. He threw her over her sofa arm and began to rape her. You couldn't really call it rape if she was into it. She didn't fight back and the only screaming she did were screams of pleasure.
"Shut up!" The man said. He wanted to raper her, not pleasure her. He wanted to defoul her, not make her orgasm. She continued to moan pleasurably, biting her lips with her eyes closed.
The man pulled out of her amd grabbed a vase. Hermione watched him with interest.
The vase came crashing down and all was black.
She woke up with a punch in the stomach and a slap off the head. The blows where
too quick to be from one man and she could not focus her eyes.
"Little slut!" There was a blow to her vagina.
She held her breath and counted.
"One, two, three... twenty, twenty-one... fourty-six, fourty-seven... sixty-three, sixty-
four..."
There was a blinding pain in her arms and back. She realized she was tied, hanging frm the ceiling.
She felt a needle in her arm and she slept... her face blue and her body bleeding.