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Chapter 8 – The Beginning of the End
Colin's lips burned upon mine. Not in the sensuous way they had on Harry's. Colin's kiss hurt. I could feel it through my entire being. That ever-stinging sensation that made my toes curl.
I struggled and squirmed to get free of Colin's powerful grasp, but his grip just grew stronger. I let out a scream and felt Colin's huge sweaty hand clench my mouth and squeeze tight. Then Colin was the one to let out a scream, for I had bitten his hand. He then swung hard and his opened hand swept across my jaw. The pain was immense and my face cringed in horror.
I heard someone coming and let out a sigh of relief. But to my surprise Colin just hauled me to my feet and dragged me into a nearby broom closet. He closed the door behind him, as I began frantically kicking and screaming. Colin quickly slammed me against the wall and slapped me hard across my cheek, and he compressed my mouth with his hand.
I heard the footsteps stop near the closet door and I prayed that the mysterious figure in front of the door would rescue me from my terrible fate. Instead the footsteps boomed again and they slowly softened as they made their way further down the dark passageway.
Colin then turned to me with an evil grin painted across his face. He must have seen the terror in my eyes, for he leaned his body forward and whispered into my ear.
"Don't be scared. It will all be over soon. If you cooperate it will go much faster, I promise."
He then pumped his groin up against my vagina and let out a moan of satisfaction. I leaned my head back on a shelf and tried to forget about the events that were taking place. But my attempt failed as soon as I heard the sound of a zipper.
I began to beg with Colin to let me go and to stop doing this, but he resisted. From the way his eyes were positioned, I could tell he was determined. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wouldn't stop until he received it.
I woke up two days later in the hospital wing. Harry and Ron were sitting on a nearby bed; they both had looks of anticipation glued to their sleep deprived faces. As I started to open my eyes, I realized that my left one was swollen shut. I gasped, and Harry and Ron jumped to their feet.
"Oh my god Hermione, Your awake! Everyone has been so worried" Ron shrieked.
I then let attempted to resituate myself in a more upright position to talk to my friends. As I did so a pain electrified my body, causing my head to collapse upon my pillow. I screamed in pain and Harry gasped
"What hurts? Harry asked.
"I'm…not…uh sure." I struggled to say for the pain was still moving through my being.
Madame Pomfrey waddled into the room and peered down at me with her beady black eyes.
"Oh thank goodness your awake! I was starting to think you would never come around. How are you feeling?" Madame Pomfrey's rosy cheeks jiggled as she spoke.
"Not so…. good." I stuttered.
"Well that's normal for these circumstances. Do you remember what happened?" Madame Pomfrey questioned.
"Yes, very much so." I stated as I started to think back to the other night's masquerade.
Harder. Harder. In and out it went, I screamed high-pitched screams as he shoved it in further. The pain was overwhelming. I couldn't bear it anymore. I just couldn't. He was going so fast. In. Out, In. Out. Pulsing and shoving. The torture. My attacker moaned with pleasure but it was drowned by all my screams. The horror of it all. The blood that stained the carpet. Oh, the huge motion. Fast. Faster. Fast. Fastest. The unbearable stinging.
"Hermione calm down. It's ok."
My one good eye shot open and noticed three faces looking at me with shocked expressions. I was horrified at what I must've done to earn such looks.
"Hermione what happened? We lost you it seemed. You started screaming and kicking so violently, like you were in a trance or something." Harry murmured as he sat next to me on the uncomfortable, rectangular, box some may refer to as a hospital bed.
"I don't know what happened. I just started to think about the other night." I shuddered as I thought about it again.
Madame Pomfrey placed her gentle hand upon my shoulder and I flinched. I saw the concern glowing in her eyes.
"Honey rape is a most horrible act. And the experience must have been far worse. Unfortunately there is no potion or spell that can cure the emotional damage it does. I'm going to subscribe an antidepressant in case you have an extremely hard time." Madame Pomfrey smiled a warm smile and turned to leave.
I cocked my head to glance at Harry who was still positioned next to me. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but snapped it shut before uttering a word. I then looked around for Ron. He was standing near the end of my bed and was shaking his head in disapproval. My mind quickly floated off and I fell into a deep sleep.