8.
Is she ultra-violent? Is she disturbed? I better tell her that I love her
Before she does it all over again
Oh, God, she's killing me!!! For now I'll lie around hell, that's all I can really do. -Greenday, "Pulling Teeth"
Draco really did stop watching Hermione. He didn't watch over her, but he sure couldn't stop thinking about her. She was on his mind all the time, and nothing he did seemed to make her go away. He dreamt about her at night and daydreamed about her all day. But, he did watch from afar while he saw her deteriorating again.
She came to meals everyday looking worse than ever. Hermione had become extremely pale and her hair was now stringy and uncared-for. Her eyes had lost their light altogether. Draco found himself always staring at her in Potions, sadly. He watched her from afar, but never followed her or attempted to help her in any way, just as she had asked.
It was two weeks and Malfoy hadn't followed her anywhere or tried to help her in any situation. She continued to cut herself, and she ignored Dumbledore's requests whenever he asked her to come to his office for a meeting. She knew what he would talk to her about, and she didn't want to hear it.
She ignored all the things her friends told her. She ignored everyone. Hermione had no one anymore. Everyone was too afraid to talk to her, so no one did. She went to class, meals, and her Common Room alone. She almost liked it better that way. No one could tell her what to do like that bastard Malfoy did.
One night, she was walking to her Common Room from dinner. She hadn't eaten anything, as usual. She had become very skinny, and had eaten barely anything the past two weeks. Her bony legs took her lightly, barely making any sound on the stone floor. Suddenly, Hermione heard quick footsteps somewhere in the hall. She whipped around, and saw no one. She was alone.
But then, she felt a tug from behind and she was throw into an empty classroom onto the floor. Behind her, the door slammed shut. Hermione was too scared out of her mind to look behind her and see who her attacker was. But, the person grabbed her, pulled her up, and made her face him. It was Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He smiled, showing his terribly crooked teeth.
"Don't be frightened, darling," he said. "Such a gorgeous girl that turned so vulnerable, how could I resist?"
He licked her right cheek from her chin to her eye. Hermione gasped in disgust. Then, Flint pressed his lips against Hermione's, who tried to scream into his mouth. He pulled away and smiled eerily again.
"Scream all you want, dear," he said. "Gets me off faster."
He shoved her to the ground, and Hermione thought she felt something pop in her shoulder. Flint took off his robe while standing in front of her to reveal nothing underneath. His penis was already erect and throbbing, and Hermione thought she was going to be sick. He leaned down and ripped off her robe, but she had jeans and a tee shirt underneath. Hermione struggled, but Flint ripped her shirt off her. He smiled when he saw her c-cup breasts underneath her bra. Flint started to tug at her jeans, but Hermione tried to pull away and screamed.
"I'll keep you from leaving," he said.
He muttered a charm, and Hermione's arms became tied above her head to a desk. Flint finally got her jeans pulled off, then he went for her bra. He tore it off, breaking the clasp, and grinned evilly at her bare, hard breasts. By now, tears were flowing from Hermione's eyes. She gave another yell when she felt Flint's hands at her underwear. Her slipped those down her legs as well. Flint stood up above Hermione and smiled down at her. This sickened Hermione.
Flint then kneeled down and climbed above her. His tongue lapped over her breasts hungrily. He slid his tongue all the way down her stomach and past her belly button to the top of her pubic hair. Then, he put his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. Then, Hermione stopped watching. She felt him shove two fingers into her, and two others rubbed her clit. He pulled his fingers out, and Hermione could feel his tongue licking her, around her clit and inside of her. Even as much as she hated it, she moaned because it was her first time anyone ever gave her a blowjob. Flint pulled away.
"That's what I like to hear," he said. "And it's just beginning."
Flint moved back up her until his face was above hers. She felt him between her legs and whimpered. Then, he shoved himself in. Hermione screamed as loud as she could.
As Draco was walking to the Library after dinner, Marcus Flint ran by him. He looked ragged and extremely giddy. Then, he heard something. It was coming from farther down the hallway. It sounded like crying, but he wasn't sure. Following the sound, Draco ran into an empty classroom.
Well, almost empty.
Hermione was laying on the floor, in a ball, naked.
"Oh God," whispered Draco.
Hermione's blood-shot eyes, filled with pain, locked onto his.
"Draco," she choked, "help me. Please."
~
A/N: Please be nice, this was my first time ever with a rape scene! It's getting darker, and I'm not sure that you'll like it very much, but I'd been thinking about this scene for a long time. And, sorry that it's a short one. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!
Is she ultra-violent? Is she disturbed? I better tell her that I love her
Before she does it all over again
Oh, God, she's killing me!!! For now I'll lie around hell, that's all I can really do. -Greenday, "Pulling Teeth"
Draco really did stop watching Hermione. He didn't watch over her, but he sure couldn't stop thinking about her. She was on his mind all the time, and nothing he did seemed to make her go away. He dreamt about her at night and daydreamed about her all day. But, he did watch from afar while he saw her deteriorating again.
She came to meals everyday looking worse than ever. Hermione had become extremely pale and her hair was now stringy and uncared-for. Her eyes had lost their light altogether. Draco found himself always staring at her in Potions, sadly. He watched her from afar, but never followed her or attempted to help her in any way, just as she had asked.
It was two weeks and Malfoy hadn't followed her anywhere or tried to help her in any situation. She continued to cut herself, and she ignored Dumbledore's requests whenever he asked her to come to his office for a meeting. She knew what he would talk to her about, and she didn't want to hear it.
She ignored all the things her friends told her. She ignored everyone. Hermione had no one anymore. Everyone was too afraid to talk to her, so no one did. She went to class, meals, and her Common Room alone. She almost liked it better that way. No one could tell her what to do like that bastard Malfoy did.
One night, she was walking to her Common Room from dinner. She hadn't eaten anything, as usual. She had become very skinny, and had eaten barely anything the past two weeks. Her bony legs took her lightly, barely making any sound on the stone floor. Suddenly, Hermione heard quick footsteps somewhere in the hall. She whipped around, and saw no one. She was alone.
But then, she felt a tug from behind and she was throw into an empty classroom onto the floor. Behind her, the door slammed shut. Hermione was too scared out of her mind to look behind her and see who her attacker was. But, the person grabbed her, pulled her up, and made her face him. It was Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He smiled, showing his terribly crooked teeth.
"Don't be frightened, darling," he said. "Such a gorgeous girl that turned so vulnerable, how could I resist?"
He licked her right cheek from her chin to her eye. Hermione gasped in disgust. Then, Flint pressed his lips against Hermione's, who tried to scream into his mouth. He pulled away and smiled eerily again.
"Scream all you want, dear," he said. "Gets me off faster."
He shoved her to the ground, and Hermione thought she felt something pop in her shoulder. Flint took off his robe while standing in front of her to reveal nothing underneath. His penis was already erect and throbbing, and Hermione thought she was going to be sick. He leaned down and ripped off her robe, but she had jeans and a tee shirt underneath. Hermione struggled, but Flint ripped her shirt off her. He smiled when he saw her c-cup breasts underneath her bra. Flint started to tug at her jeans, but Hermione tried to pull away and screamed.
"I'll keep you from leaving," he said.
He muttered a charm, and Hermione's arms became tied above her head to a desk. Flint finally got her jeans pulled off, then he went for her bra. He tore it off, breaking the clasp, and grinned evilly at her bare, hard breasts. By now, tears were flowing from Hermione's eyes. She gave another yell when she felt Flint's hands at her underwear. Her slipped those down her legs as well. Flint stood up above Hermione and smiled down at her. This sickened Hermione.
Flint then kneeled down and climbed above her. His tongue lapped over her breasts hungrily. He slid his tongue all the way down her stomach and past her belly button to the top of her pubic hair. Then, he put his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. Then, Hermione stopped watching. She felt him shove two fingers into her, and two others rubbed her clit. He pulled his fingers out, and Hermione could feel his tongue licking her, around her clit and inside of her. Even as much as she hated it, she moaned because it was her first time anyone ever gave her a blowjob. Flint pulled away.
"That's what I like to hear," he said. "And it's just beginning."
Flint moved back up her until his face was above hers. She felt him between her legs and whimpered. Then, he shoved himself in. Hermione screamed as loud as she could.
As Draco was walking to the Library after dinner, Marcus Flint ran by him. He looked ragged and extremely giddy. Then, he heard something. It was coming from farther down the hallway. It sounded like crying, but he wasn't sure. Following the sound, Draco ran into an empty classroom.
Well, almost empty.
Hermione was laying on the floor, in a ball, naked.
"Oh God," whispered Draco.
Hermione's blood-shot eyes, filled with pain, locked onto his.
"Draco," she choked, "help me. Please."
~
A/N: Please be nice, this was my first time ever with a rape scene! It's getting darker, and I'm not sure that you'll like it very much, but I'd been thinking about this scene for a long time. And, sorry that it's a short one. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!
