Authors Note: Hey everyone, sorry for the long delay (to anyone who actually gives a damn). We don't have an excuse, only if extreme laziness counts as one.

Chapter 2- Unwanted

I sat in charms, normally my best class (it being the only one I attended regularly anymore) but today I couldn't concentrate. It wasn't my normal dosing off and giggling inwardly at how Professor Flitwick looked like a tiny troll. It was genuine deep thinking to the point of blacking everything else out.

Being completely besotted I was thinking of Sienna. Since our experience yesterday I assumed we would have something or at least get along. However on my way to breakfast I saw her walking along with her male entourage. I tried to catch her eye but she just looked away with something almost like contempt.

I felt a thud on the back of my head as Ernie MacMillan smacked me with his text book. I looked up, disorientated with the change of scenery. Everyone was staring at me, smirking and Professor Flitwick just looked disappointed.

'For the fifth time, Ms. Granger.' He squeaked, looking strangely shocked as well as irritated. 'How would one stick an enemy to the ceiling?'

I stared blankly at him employing my Bambi look. The accustomed response to that is blushing and stammering and eventually backing down. However the good Professor was made of sterner stuff.

'Are you ill, Miss Granger.' He asked slowly.

The class giggled and I blushed. I felt tears pricking my eyes.

'This is really most stupid of you.' He intoned, looking me in the eye. 'If you keep going like this, you'll fail your N.E.W.T's at the end of next year.'

The class tittered some more and I could see that the girls at the back loved this. I'd had enough. I burst into tears and fled the room running towards the common room.

'Hermione!' I heard a voice behind me as I ran down the corridor. I looked back and saw Ron. I looked at him for a few seconds before continuing running.

I burst into the common room at last, Ron following me a few seconds later. I flung myself on a couch and started to sob.

When I finally wore myself out, Ron sat down beside me and put his hand on my shoulder.

'It's so unfair.' I whispered. 'Sienna doesn't want me. I feel so ugly and unlovable.'

Ron just rubbed my back and listened. I felt so grateful to have such a great friend.

'Will I ever find someone to love me?' I continued.

Still silent, Ron turned me over, brought me up to him and started to kiss me. I was so stunned, I didn't do anything for a few seconds. Then I pushed him away.

'No.' I said. 'Ron, this is wrong, it's not what I want.'

He stood up and pulled down his trousers and boxers. His penis was stubby, red and erect. I stared at it, more terrified than I had ever been in my life. I knew I couldn't overpower or outrun him.

'Please Ron, don't do this.' I begged. 'I don't want this, you're my best friend.'

He suddenly jumped on me, holding my arms down with one of his. With the other he grabbed under my skirt and pulled my knickers down. He then ripped my shirt and pulled up my bra. I whimpered.

Still silent, he placed his penis between my legs and started to push. A pain shot through me and he smirked when he realised it was my first time. He pushed harder and the pain grew until there was a sickening pop as the hymen broke. He pushed his penis fully into my vagina and came almost immediately.

He withdrew, stood up and reached for his clothes. I lay there gasping and crying. He looked down at me, unbearably expressionless.

'You wanted it.' He informed me. 'You were always in love with me, you just never knew.'

I couldn't bear his calmness. I wanted him to react and feel some of my pain and anger. I sat up and looked him in the eye.

'You bastard.' I whispered. 'I'll never love you in any way.'

If I wanted a reaction, I certainly got it. He brought his fist up and smashed it down against my face. I felt my cheekbone shatter and blood pour from my nose. There was a second's silence. Then he smiled slightly and dropped his clothes to the floor again.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards his crotch but seeing my face he thought better of it and threw me onto the couch on my front.

I felt a deep pain as he entered me anally. The pain intensified as he moved himself in and out of me. I could feel the blood congealing on my face and I felt like he was tearing my insides up. After a time, I don't know how long, he came with a loud groan which faintly repulsed me.

When he withdrew it didn't make a difference to the level of pain. I felt like I was going to black out as I looked up at him getting dressed and walking out through tear stained eyes.

After a while I stood up and examined my surroundings. There was some blood on the couch, which I got rid of with my wand. I walked into the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror. My face looked awful. I knew I couldn't escape a visit to Madam Pomfrey to sort it out.

I sat on the toilet and immediately regretted it. In the five seconds I sat there, the pain grew and the toilet water became completely red. I leapt up and walked into the shower, trying to scrub the experience off me. I knew I'd never feel clean again. I felt so ashamed. I hadn't cried out.

Authors Note: Thanks for reading. I know that was a bit depressing but it was supposed to be. Anyway we'll update in about two weeks… don't know exactly when. Well thanks to everyone who gave us a good review… to Horse's Patoot, go fuck yourself!