Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, just the plot.

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter contains rape! If you do not want to read it, DON'T read the ITALLICS. Only read the regular print. THE RAPE IS THE ITALLICS! My story is rated R for a reason.

On a lighter note, I want to apologize for this chapter because obviously it contains rape. Also, please don't flame me, I needed for it to happen and you will see why. I'm sorry about this, really. I didn't like writing it, ask SilverShiver, it took me forever to write it because I didn't want to, and its chapter 13, which means its bad luck anyway. But trust me, it gets better after this.

On another note before you read, I know that Draco is very OOC for this chapter and pretty much for the next couple of chapters, but it is MY STORY. Not to sound rude, but I am playing with the characters, and he can be nice when he wants to, or when it is to his advantage. He gets back to normal after a while. But you know, love will do things to you.

Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Aftermath and the Real Slave Master

Hermione walked painfully out of the common room. She needed a shower, she needed to get rid if this feeling. She still didn't want to admit to herself what had just happened.

"Ron, what are you doing?"

"Just shut up!" he said as he pushed her onto his bed. Then immediately he straddled her waist.

"Ron…what are you…?" Hermione was scared. Ron liked the way this felt, he was going to control her, he was going to make her his.

"Hermione, now you are going to get your punishment," Ron said as he started to take off her clothing.

"Ron, no." But when Hermione grabbed for her wand, Ron held it in front of her face.

"You are not getting away from me this time." He threw her wand on the floor and laughed.

Hermione tried to get to the bathroom; she needed a shower. She felt disgusting. All she wanted was to get away from him, away from Ron. She thought Ron was the one for her, she was going to marry him, she was going to love him forever, but after this? She didn't know what to think.

She made her way slowly to the bathrooms. It took her so much longer than usual to get there. Since she had hastily put her clothes back on, she looked as though she had just woke up, her hair was messed up, her light makeup smeared, her mascara running from all the crying she had done.

"Ron, I don't want to do this."

"Oh, but I do."

She tried to get up, but he had her pinned down, his muscular Quidditch arms that she had so favored before were now the only thing between her and freedom. But she could not get loose. Ron saw that she could not get free of him, this put a smile on his face as he started to kiss her.

Hermione didn't want to kiss him anymore, she hated him, why was he doing a thing like this to her? When he tried to kiss her deeper, she, out of instinct, bit down on his tongue, hard.

"Ouch, fuck that hurt, Hermione."

"You have no right."

"No, now you have no right…to use your hands." With that he conjured up a pair of handcuffs and very forcefully, with much struggle from Hermione, handcuffed her hands to the headboard.

All Hermione could think about was how she needed to get away from him; she needed to take a shower. When she finally arrived at the bathrooms, she walked straight for the showers. She needed one so badly; she needed to get the feeling of him off of her.

She took off her badly put on clothing and stepped under the warm shower. But this did not have the affect that she wanted. She could not believe that a shower, the one thing that would always help her relax, did nothing for her.

She sat down on the tile floor and started crying again.

"Ron, please let me go."

"No, Hermione, you need to learn a lesson. Let's just say that this is your apology to me."

"No, Ron, we agreed not to do this until both of us were ready."

"That was while we were going out, Hermione. I no longer have to live by your 'boyfriend' rules."

"Ron, please."

"Stop begging, it will only make it worse." As he said this, he started to remove the rest of her clothing. Her shirt, he ripped open. Her bra, he undid. Her pants, he pulled off. Her underwear, he left them on- for the time being.

"Ron, I do not want to do this," she said firmly

"I know Hermione, that's what makes it so fun."

Draco had been waiting for one o'clock forever. It was nearly that time so he headed down to the bathrooms. He wanted to make the last time Hermione and him were together to be special; he had something planned for her.

He was going to make her want him.

Ron then got off of Hermione and started to remove his own clothing. He watched as Hermione, as bad of a position as she was in, still goggled at his defined abs.

"I know I'm sexy Hermione, so why can't you just be willing here, then we won't have to go through all the trouble."

"You are such a pig, Ronald Weasley. You are going to pay for this. I will not let this go unpunished."

"Oh, but you won't tell anyone."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I've made sure of it."

"How?"

As Draco went into the bathroom, he heard muffled crying. He was hoping that it wasn't Hermione, but when he went over to the showers it was the second one that was on. That was the only one that Hermione ever used.

"Hermione," Draco said softly. "Hermione, why are you crying?"

He got no reply, he waited for what seemed like an eternity until he finally decided that she was not going to come out or stop crying. He opened the door.

"Like this," he said as he got his wand and pointed it at her throat. "You tell anyone, you die," he said with a laugh of wickedness in his voice.

"Ron, if you dare try anything, then you will be kicked out of school, you will be sent to Azkaban."

Ron leaned over on the bed and whispered in her ear. "They won't know it was me because it will be an accident. 'She fell down the stairs, I don't know what happened, she just…she's not breathing,'" he mocked what was going to tell the headmaster as he straddled her waist.

"Ron, why are you doing this?"

"You know damn well why I'm doing it."

"Ron, if this is because of Draco…"

"There you go, calling him Draco again. You are so in love with him. I've known it since the first day you kissed. I know that you like him Hermione. Don't even think that I am so stupid as to not notice."

"Ron, this isn't going to change anything."

"Yes it is, it will show that I am in control. ME!" Then finally he ripped her panties off and thrust roughly inside her.

"Hermione?" Draco said as the fog cleared, but all he could make out was a figure of a girl on the floor. He walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Just please leave me alone," she said softly through her tears.

"What happened Hermione? I want to know."

"No you don't, you're just being nice because of this stupid bet…it's all your fault," she said as she turned and shot him a very angry look.

In her eyes he saw hate, pure hatred. What had he done wrong? Why was she crying?

"Hermione?"

"Just leave me alone."

"No, I am getting to the bottom of this," he said as he lightly grabbed her arm. She cried in pain and pulled her arm out of his hand.

Draco looked down at her arm; it had a huge bruise on it. Where had she got that?

Each time he thrust into her, Hermione let out a cry of pain. She had thought the first time she would have sex it would be…magical. But this wasn't, this was pain.

Ron was getting tired of Hermione screaming.

"Stop screaming, you're… hurting my ears."

"No…I'm not going to stop… unless you do."

"Its not going…to help you…no one can…hear you," he said, grabbing a piece of her torn shirt and muffling her screams by stuffing it in her mouth.

Hermione stopped screaming abruptly as she tasted the fabric in her mouth, she just closed her eyes and took the pain that he was inflicting on her, she couldn't yell and tears were forming that she didn't want to fall. She didn't want Ron to see them fall, to know that he was hurting her more than she had ever been hurt in her life.

She passed out halfway through.

"Hermione, where did you get that?"

"I can't tell you," she said softly, looking embarrassed.

"Why can't you tell me Hermione, if someone hurt you, you can tell me."

"No, I can't."

"Why?"

"I just can't, okay? Can you please leave me alone?"

"No, because we still have to finish the last day of our bet."

"Draco…please…not today." She started to cry again, she was sobbing, still sitting on the floor.

"Hermione, you need to tell me what happened."

"I told you, I can't, please leave me alone. I need to…shower." Hermione was feeling so horrible. She couldn't tell him even though she wanted to. She was afraid of what Ron would do if that happened.

"If you don't tell me, I'm going to get it out of you, one way or another."

"Draco. I can't tell you. I want to, but I can't. Now please go away."

"Why can't you tell me, I want to know?"

When Hermione woke up, the handcuffs were gone, the balled up shirt was next to her on the pillow, and Ron's covers were over her naked body, but Ron was nowhere to be seen, thank Merlin. Hermione sat up on the bed and cried for what seemed like an eternity after Ron had left. He left her there, naked, bruised, humiliated, and bleeding.

When she was done crying for the moment, she grabbed what was left of her clothing and made her way to the bathrooms, slowly. She was in pain. That had been her first time, it hurt, and she could not seem to walk properly. Slowly but surely, she made it to the bathrooms.

"You already know," she said as she looked into his eyes once again.

This time Draco did not see hatred when he looked into her eyes, he saw pain. He looked at her closer, what did she want him to see? He looked at the bruises, he looked at her hair; her makeup smudged, and her mascara was running, she had…bite marks?

She looked at him, hoping that he would know the answer, because she couldn't tell him—Ron had threatened her life.

Draco made his gaze fall back onto her eyes; he held them there for a moment and had an epiphany.

"Weasley…" he said.

Hermione nodded.

"Did he…?"

Again Hermione nodded.

"I'm so sorry Hermione." Draco sat down and pulled her into a hug, not realizing that he was getting soaked from the shower and the wetness of Hermione's body.

Hermione just broke out in tears again; she laid her head in Draco's neck, crying on his shoulder. This was the one and only place that she ever felt comfortable.

A/N: I'm sorry. Please don't flame me. You will see how this comes into play later on. You can leave constructive criticism though. This was my first rape/sex scene ever written, so if you think it was bad, please tell me