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Ok guys, this chapter gets REALLY UGLY! DO NOT! read if you get easily offended by adult themes! Be forewarned that this is a disturbing chapter, with violence, and possibly forceful acts. If you don't want to go through it, just skip it, when you sense danger coming. From now on the rating is a real solid M, no joke, please be cautious.

Lemons!

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Chapter 7: It's Not Over Yet

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As morning came again, Quidditch rivalry was in the air. Gryffindors were against the Slytherins again. And it was Halloween...

"Come on Harry!" Yelled Ron. Harry was dressing very slowly thinking about Hermione. "You have to change into Quidditch gear. It's almost time for the game to start."

"Alright, Ron...there I'm done."

The team made their way out to the stadium. But before it was time to really get out there and show everyone exactly who they were, Hermione came around under an umbrella and kissed Harry a brief gentle kiss.

"That was for good luck...I hope you win." She whispered in his ear as they hugged. When she backed away and was leaving Harry was stumped at her sweet action. His teammates noticed and were giving him triumphed looks and pats on the back.

"Ok team. We're ready to go ." Said Ron to the huddled team.

"Ron this weather is horrible. We'll be soaked and drenched in rain as soon as we take a step out there." Ginny whined.

"I know. Harry do that charm that will repel the water from your glasses. Everyone do the same. At least we'll be able to see better. I think the Slytherins are too stupid to think of it, so we'll at least have that advantage." Said Ron comforting.

And as soon as they got out, they were wet. Harry could barely see the stands much less the person he was looking for. He needed to win this game. He needed to catch the snitch for Hermione.

The last time the weather was this horrible was in their third year. And we all know how that ended...

Slytherin had scored twice already. The score was 20 to 0. Harry needed to find the snitch. They had been playing for an hour, and Slytherin was in the lead with 90 to 50.

Harry decided that Malfoy's team was getting too ahead for his liking, when Malfoy spotted the snitch twice, but thankfully lost it. He decided to drag him off course and performed the Wronski Feint. It worked.

Malfoy couldn't get his broom in the air on time and he fell to the ground cursing Harry and sporting a bleeding lip. He was really angry...And 5 minutes later Harry held on tightly to the golden snitch. Gryffindor had won once again this time 200 to 90.

As the rain pounded them, all the Gryffindors cheered as they came down to greet their favorite team. Hermione came yelling. She was really happy, though Harry couldn't really hear her over the cheering crowd.

"Oh! Harry you're drenched in water." She said as she pulled him under an umbrella.

"I did it for you." He said smiling. He was so happy.

"Oh Harry. You are the best!" She said as she squeaked slightly and held onto Harry very tightly.

"Is he, Granger?" Came Malfoy. "You'd think someone like you, potter, would have already died, and left everyone in peace already, right Grang–"

"Shove it, Malfoy! Now go away...I'm sure that the slut behind you," she said pointing at Pansy, "is more than glad to satisfy you." Hermione spat at him.

"Something you wouldn't know about right Potter. Oh and don't forget what I said a month ago, this time it stands for sure." And Malfoy walked off.

"What was he talking about, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," he answered her. But the fact was that he did remember Malfoy's threat of hurting him where it hurt most, but he didn't think Malfoy would be stupid enough to try something, so he pushed his worry to the back of his mind.

"Harry you're going to get a cold. Lets go." She said when Harry sneezed.

"Hermione. I'm fine, but yeah lets go. I'm hungry." He sneezed again.

"Harry. You're getting sick," Hermione pulled him in the castle towards the Heads common room, so he could change into warm clothes.

This Halloween was perfect, except maybe the weather, depending who you were. All the students flocked to their common rooms after the Halloween Feast. Everyone was going to get drunk. Firewhisky rounds were more common after a Quidditch match than clothes were, whether you lost or won.

"Hey. Hermione lets go to the Prefects common room. Ron's there and they got firewhisky for everyone." Harry tried to persuade her to go.

"No! Harry you have to rest a while, you're sick. Besides I've got Head duty. I need to take rounds around the corridors to ma–."

"Come on! Hermione. No one will be out at this time. Everyone's getting drunk and having a good time, even the Slytherins. No one is stupid enough to be out walking in the corridors when they are drunk. Lets just go for tonight...it'll be fun...I promise. "

"Oh. Harry you're making this difficult for me..." Harry smiled knowing she would give in. "Tell you what...er, it's almost 9 pm. In 20 minutes," she said looking at her watch. "I'll go do rounds now and you go meet me in the Prefects common room in an hour...ok."

"Fine." said Harry. He wanted to go now, but Hermione wouldn't abandon her job, and Harry admired her perseverance and determination.

"Good. Now for this hour I would like it if you went to rest, so you don't get even worse."

"I'm not sick...but fine, I'll do what you say." He smiled reassuringly at her and kissed her forehead.

"Ok. I'm gonna go get dressed and you head upstairs, now." She ordered, and Harry obliged.

Hermione went to her bedroom, and changed into a cute black peasant dress that went a couple inches above her knees, with Harry in mind for later. Though she wouldn't do anything just yet, they have only been going out for a month!

She put on her make up. She liked the natural look, so everything was light, she finished with a soft clear gloss, and she looked brilliant, she glowed. Before she left she went to knock on Harry's door and told him she was leaving. Then she went down stairs, got her black uniform cloak and put in on before she left.

As she was walking down the corridor 10 minutes in her round, she felt a sudden coldness around the castle. Subconsciously she felt a small feeling of foreboding as her footsteps echoed eerily around the walls. The dankn corridors were lit by a few torches lingering on the walls.

She was so cold now that she now wished she would have worn something more covering. But she couldn't go back so she pulled her cloak closer around her body and decided to suck it up at least until Harry's arms greeted her again. And as she walked down the corridors, she began to day dream about all the romantic things Harry ever did for her: the oak tree, the song, teaching her to fly, the romantic dinner, not to mention all the kisses he gave her, he was a great kisser. It was no wonder all her friends like Padma, Parvati, Ginny, and Luna envied her when she talked about Harry in front of them, but hey they were the ones that insisted on learning all the details. They would all sigh out lout at the thought of having their boyfriends do the same for them. It was great knowing you were the lucky one to have the best boyfriend in the world...

Out of no where she felt two big hands tighten around her slender waist and she tried to scream but his pale hand blocked her mouth. Next thing she knew she was grabbed by the arm and roughly thrown in a dark small room, it was one of the rooms they used for storage with old brooms, boxes, and a few stacks of old books. He slammed her against the wall and she gasped for air as she stumbled down.

There was no light in the room but the gleaming full moon outside and as she was getting up, she saw his pale face and grey stony eyes, it was Malfoy. Her eyes became very wide. She felt fear race over her entire body faster than the speed of light. And first instinct to anyone in that situation is to flee. She tried just that, but he got a hold of her again. He grabbed her arms tightly. He was too strong and as tall as Harry and Ron, maybe an inch taller, he was quickly overpowering her. His grip on her arms was so tight and painful, she could feel bruises forming already.

She was struggling too much that he again threw her on the stone cold floor and as she was trying to regain what was happening he took her wand out of her robe and threw it as far from her reach as he could...Without her wand she was hopeless and vulnerable...

He pulled her up by the hair and Hermione yelled.

"Shut up! Listen mudblood, you say one more word and I will kill you right now!" He said to her and pulled her very close to him against the wall. Hermione felt his hot breath on her face, she smelled the firewhisky on him. Hermione was revolted by the smell and she turned her head to the side away from him, and started to cry. She started to shake violently out of fear and nausea, that Draco had to hold her tightly to stop her from shaking so hard. She was shocked and more frighten than she had ever been in her whole life. She was scared, she didn't have a real idea of what he could do to her, and she couldn't find her voice to scream.

"There now. That's more like it." He said as he smiled cruelly to her, still holding her tightly. Hermione felt a terrible feeling of foreboding, she started to breathe rapidly and unevenly, letting the tears fly down her face freely.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She asked. At least her voice didn't betray her. If she sounded the way she felt, she might as well just drop dead right there on the spot.

"Why don't you like me, Granger?...Well that doesn't matter...You're mine now, but tell me what can Potter give you that I can't. I can give you anything and everything you'd ever want. The world would be completely yours. He could never offer anything like that to you. Sure he has money, but compared to me he's worthless. I mean what does he have that I haven't got. If anything I have more...much more."

"I hate you, Malfoy. There's no way in hell that I would ever consider you." She whispered through gritted teeth to him as she glared in all defiance.

"Fine," he whispered and his eyes flashed more anger and venom than ever before. With out any warning he put his hand on her soft hair and began to stroke it, Hermione flinched and was repulsed by his touch. "You look beautiful tonight. Well every day...but this cloak has to go." And he stripped her from her robe forcefully and she whimpered, she felt so naked in that dress and with his full weight shoving against her on the wall the feeling was unbearable. She felt like throwing up and collapsing, hoping to wake up in Harry's arms. His eyes apparently were having a feast over her body. "This dress is going to make things way to easy for me...You picked a good day to dress like an innocent slut."

Hermione closed her eyes tightly as his large, cold hand brushed against her bare shoulder. Hermione quickly opened her eyes and tried to give him a warning look; she was terrified of what he might be about to do. His hand trailed up to her face and slowly back down to her neck, making her wince. She was quivering violently as it reached her breast. Even though she had her clothes on she felt nauseous and naked.

"Not scared of me are you, Granger?" He said sarcastically, his disgusting smelling breath hitting her skin.

All she could do was struggle against him. She fought, but it was useless, her work was in vain and that bastard just laughed at her attempts.

"Come on. You know you want this as bad as I do." His hands were on her hips and his fingers were really digging into her skin. Pressing himself hard against her she could feel him getting aroused. She was so sickened by the bulge in his pants that she tightened her fists into tiny white balls and pounded on his chest as hard as she could and she was screaming.

She didn't get very far, but a slap across his face that left a bleeding scratch on him made him very angry and he pulled her from the arms and threw her on the ground as hard as he could. Hermione began to cry. She could feel the tears stinging their way down. Her body was aching with pain. "You stupid bitch! Now you know you're gonna pay for that." He said wiping away the blood. And with that he put his whole weight on top of her as she was on the ground trying to get up. He was way too heavy for her, she couldn't move at all. His legs were painfully pushing against her thighs.

"No! Please Malfoy! Please don't! Please!" She cried as he kissed her neck. His hands were hungry for her body as they pounded all over her. And once again she felt the bulge in his pants getting bigger, and it was disgusting. Her heart was beating so fast she was sure it would jump out her throat along with her insides.

He let his hands roam over her breast leering at her as he did. Hermione's fists were clenched, knuckles white, her teeth gritted and her eyes closed tighter than ever, hoping he would stop soon. His movements were rushed as if she'd disappear at any second but he was clearly enjoying it. Suddenly his hand moved away and Hermione thought that he would finally stop, but then he slipped his hands under her dress and began to hungrily caress her smooth thigh. She closed her legs tightly but he just easily moved them part again with one swift movement of his hand.

"Come on Granger," he said angrily, "take this like the slut you are."

He stroked her inner thigh and all she could do was wish she were dead. "NO! Please Malfoy! I've never done this before! Please! PLEASE! Stop! Please!" Her lungs felt like they were going to burst open if she yelled any harder. His pants seemed to tighten as she said this. Now he was so happy for getting to do this to her before Potter did that he quickly pushed her panties to the side as he smiled at her coldly and cruelly. She didn't want to lose her virginity to her worst enemy - Malfoy. But before she did he was going to cause her a lot of pain, so Potter would never forget what he was capable of. Hermione was his mark...

His right hand roamed over her panty line. Hermione only cried and yelled for him to stop, she yelled with all the strength and with his left hand he slapped her across the face. It stung like hell, and before Hermione cried again she waited for the white light stinging her eyes to subside a little, so she could gather the rest of her energy.

His right hand suddenly slipped inside her. His finger caused Hermione so much pain, she cried out like she had never before.

"Ow! Please stop it! Ow it hurts!" she yelled, "please don't! Ow!" She cried with all her might. And all of a sudden he got off of her.

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Oh this is hopeless. I can't sleep, Harry thought. He was too excited from his Quidditch victory and he wasn't sick, like Hermione thought. He smiled to himself as he thought of her. Then he sneezed. Though he was positive he wasn't sick at all.He decided to go see Ron and just wait for Hermione there. She had just left 15 minutes ago. He wouldn't have to wait to long for her, so he left.

He was walking down the Prefect corridor. And told the password to the portrait and went into the Prefect common room.

"Hey Ron." Harry said smiling at his friend. "Where's everyone else?" He asked Ron.

"Oh. They went to get more firewhisky from the Gryffindor common room. Those prats took most of it. What gits," he said laughing. Harry also laughed and nodded, but then he heard a faint scream...

"Ron, did you hear that?" He asked

"Hear what mate?" Then Harry heard it again, and so did Ron.

"That." Harry whispered. It sounded like...Hermione. Ron's eyes went wide.

"Harry. What's directly under this floor?" Ron asked urgently.

"I don't know...it's the floor with a bunch of un used rooms...er, I think."

"Dammit Potter. What good is being Head Boy, if you don't even know your way around here."

They heard it again.

"Lets go. I think Hermione's in trouble!" Said Ron. Harry didn't need telling twice. He was practically out the room before Ron finished his sentence.

"Harry! Wait up!"

"Ron, Hermione's in trouble, and every second can count. Hurry up!" They followed her voice until they found where she was. And in opening the door. Harry and Ron were in shock at what they found...

Malfoy had his disgusting hands all over Hermione, then he slapped her powerfully across the face, causing her head to turn to the right violently in surprise.

Then she started to yell, "Ow! Please stop it! Ow it hurts!" she yelled, "please don't! Ow!" She cried.

Ron acted first and went to get the filthy bastard off of his friend. Harry was in shock. Anger was rising in him faster than lightning. And Hermione recoiled herself to the wall, hugging her legs pulling them close upon her chest, and crying non stop.

Harry joined Ron in beating up that disgusting scumbag. Malfoy had two black eyes and was cowering on the floor whimpering in pain. Ron left him and went over to kneel next to Hermione.

"Are you ok?" He asked gently, Hermione just kept crying and hugging her legs even tighter. "Harry!" He yelled. Harry stopped kicking Malfoy and ran to Hermione and kneeled on the other side as well.

"Harry I think he did something to her." Ron whispered with a grave expression on his face. Harry looked at him hopelessly knowing what he meant.

"Hermione are you ok? Please tell us." He said barely above a whisper. And at that precise moment Ron put his hand on Hermione's arm.

"Don't touch me!...please...just don't ever touch me..." she said crying. Harry and Ron looked at each other, both thinking the worst.

"Hermione. It's us, sweetpea. We won't ever hurt you, you know that." Said Ron soothingly. Hermione lifted her head slowly and looked at him as if she was seeing him for the first time. Harry again felt anger race through his body at seeing how sad she looked, because of what Malfoy did, what ever he did. All he wanted was to make everything in her world perfect again. He just wanted to see her laugh. Every tear caused him so much anger and despair. Hermione stayed still, silently sobbing and all of a sudden she flung her arms around Ron's neck and held on to him for her dear life.

"Hermione...please tell us, what did that scumbag do to you...I swear if he hurt you I'll kill him." Said Harry. At these words Hermione let go of Ron, like if she had been burned, and began to sob uncontrollably, in the same position she was before. Anger filled Harry's body again, and he felt like he could not breathe. "I swear I'll kill him! I'll KILL you Malfoy!" He roared and he got up and ran to Malfoy and started to beat him up again, picking him up from the collar and punching his stomach, he yelled, "YOU DISCUSTING BASTARD. HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR SLIMY HANDS ON HER. HOW DARE YOU EVEN THINK OF HER THAT WAY, SCUMBAG...HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, MALFOY! HUH? DO YOU LIKE GETTING HURT!" He threw him on the ground and kicked him. "DO YOU LIKE TO FORCE GIRLS NOW!" Harry bellowed, pulling him up again, but this time he had Malfoy pinned to the wall and had both of his hands tightly around his throat. "I swear I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" And he pressed his hands over Malfoy's throat even tighter.

"Harry please, stop!." Hermione tried to yell. She would die if Harry killed Malfoy and was sent to Azkaban because of her. Seeing her reaction Ron quickly got up and went to prevent Harry from killing Malfoy. Ron took Harry by the arms to hold him back. He said something Hermione didn't hear, but whatever it was it made Harry run to Hermione and he then put his arms around her tightly.

"Is it true?" He asked. "Did he hurt you?" He said it all with so much concern.

Hermione finally managed to stop crying and Ron said, "Hermione please tell us what he did. Please." Harry let go of her to allow her to talk

Hermione reluctantly nodded. Still sprawled on the floor she hugged herself again not knowing where to start.

"Hermione...did he...you know...get that far?" Asked Ron, Harry and Hermione stared at him.

Hermione shook her head weakly. "No...but it was so disgusting..." she whispered. Harry and Ron sighed greatly with relief. "He...he...put his hand...on me..." she cried again. After she spoke Harry and Ron knew what she was talking about.

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