I own nothing except the plot. I know that my friends will think im psychotic for writing this, but I think it's a good story. This is my first M rated story. I hope you guys like it. Oh, and by the way, this is not a true story, just for those of you that are scared.

Chapter 1

Falling

Hermione Granger was an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. She lived with ordinary parents, went to a normal school (cough) and had ordinary friends.

This is something someone would say if they didn't know Hermione Granger. If they did, they would say something completely different.

Hermione is a witch. Smartest witch of her age. She is also a "muggle" which means both her parents are not witches or wizards. Her mum has tried to commit suicide 12 times and her dad rapes her. Her uncle rapes her too. But of course nobody knows that. Hermione Granger may be smart but she is not brave. She is innocent and afraid. She remembers being a little kid with 2 parents that loved and adored her. When she didn't know about magic or witches and wizards. When life was beautiful.

Her uncle had come to stay with them when she was 10. He started sexually abusing her, telling her that's what all uncles do and if he didn't, she would get teased and have no friends. She, being the 10 year old she was, believed him and let him do as he pleased. She tried to tell her mum, but her mum shut down and went into a coma when she was 13. Her dad found out though, but instead of helping Hermione, he helped his brother instead.

Each night, Hermione would sit in her room, hoping that they wouldn't come at the same time, or that neither of them would come. She wanted her life to be normal, like everyone thought it was. But she couldn't get away from the truth that it wasn't perfect. She remembered when her uncle had first come to the house and the first time he sexually abused her.

Flashback

A 10 year old Hermione was reading a book, as usual, on her bed. The door creaked open and there was her Uncle Henry.

"Uncle Henry! Why are you here in my room? Aren't you supposed to be downstairs with mom and dad?" Hermione asked. She did not see the glint in her Uncle's eyes.

"Uncle Henry wants to show you something. Its not a book my dear, its something much better" he said. He came closer to Hermione, who looked eager to see the surprise. Uncle Henry sat her down on the floor and taught her a few words such as "tits", "cock", "pussy" and many others. He taught her how to talk like a "grownup" as he called it. He would talk to her in this "grownup" language and each night would say to her "I wanna lick you everywhere" and she would giggle and say "Okay then Uncle Henry, lick me!". She didn't know that what he was doing was sexual abuse.

He would lick her from the nose to make her laugh, down her neck, nipping her here and there, then down to her chest, where he would sit for a few minutes, studying it. Then he licked her stomach, before reaching his "prize". He would lick her here and there, swirling his tongue around inside her. She was scared. She didn't understand what was happening to her or what her uncle was doing. Finally, when she was 12, her uncle taught her about how to touch someone. Of course he didn't call it touching, he called it "exploring". He would hold onto Hermione's hand and guide it inside his pants. He would do the same to her. This went on for 2 years. She told her mum when she was 13 and her mum just passed out.

Next, her Uncle taught her how to lick and suck. He called it relieving the body of evil spirits. He pushed Hermione's head to his "sausage" as he called it, and she would go on her knees and suck on it. Oh, of course she understood what he was making her do and she didn't enjoy it, but he swore to kill her mum if she refused, or he would rape her. This scared her a lot.

One night, when she was 13, her door creaked open, as usual. She thought she might have to relieve him of evil spirits, but tonight he had an evil plan. He came over to her and told her to lie on her back. He told her that he had to tie her arms and legs to the bed posts so that he could ward off those evil spirits. He told her that for the evil spirits to get away from her, she would have to take off her clothes. He told her that he had to protect her so he would have to lie on top of her. He told her he would have to take his clothes off because that's what all uncles do.

That was the night he raped her. An innocent, confused 13 year old. After that, it was sandwiches all the time. Her in the middle, her uncle on the right and her dad on her left. They would squeeze her, nip at her and take everything away from her. In the morning, they would act normal.

End Flashback

This is how Hermione had lived her life since she was 10. She would be raped or forced to perform oral sex, hand job or give head to both her uncle and dad.

Tonight was the last night that she would be in this house. She would rid herself of her dad, of her uncle and of her sick mother. She would be free.

She sat there, reading a book, just like she had done for the past 5 years. Then, the door creaked open and she whimpered. It was only her dad tonight. Uncle Henry had gone out with a prostitute for dinner and some other stuff. Her dad thrust into her, greedily nipping her everywhere. He then reached his climax and jumped off her, revealing himself to her in all his glory. Why was her dad so perverted? She didn't know. She just knew that she had to get away from here.

She jumped up as well but was thrown back down by her dad. Since her mum had been sick, he hadn't been "getting any". That was the only explanation he had given Hermione for what he did. She wanted to get out. He pinned her down and kissed her roughly. The last thing she thought of before passing out was "He is my dad and he just kissed me"

She fell. Deeper and deeper into the darkness. It swirled around her, making it hard for her to breath. She was scared. She tried to float, but instead she fell. She was falling, deeper into something she thought was supposed to be good. She didn't want any other man near her, or any for that matter. They were pigs, all of them. All they wanted was to take away a girl's innocence. Well, they wouldn't do that to her. There was no way.

She would just have to keep on falling.