Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters.
A/N: Couple of things before this one gets started. 1.) This chapter picks when Draco and Ron enter the room. The difference is the P.O.V. I feel it is just as important to hear from this P.O.V. as well as Harry's. 2.)This chapter is the reason behind my mature rating. Rape is the center point for the chapter. Do not read if you are bothered by this. And finally, this is very poorly written. This is my first attempt at a rape scene so I'm sorry if it's horrible. Also, I took bits from other stories that I've read. So I'd like to apologize to any author who thought I copied it too closely. Anyway, with out further ado Chapter 4:
HERMIONE'S P.O.V.
As Harry threw the invisibility cloak over himself, Hermione felt her heart begin to pound. Not even a minute later, she heard a key in the lock and watched in fear as the door opened. She felt her whole body tense as the two men she hated most in the world, Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy, entered the room.
"Good, mudblood, you're ready." Ron said and walked toward her, "And look, Draco, she's wearing our favorite outfit."
He stepped behind her and she had to fight back the tears as she felt his lips on her neck. She then felt pain as he grabbed a fisful of her hair and yanked her head back, with such a force, she thought he was trying to break her neck. She felt his lips brush her ear as he whispered,
"Today was a long hard day. It'll be nice to relieve some stress."
The thought alone of how he would relieve his stress sent shivers through her whole body.
"Hey, Ron, your sister's pretty hot." Draco said.
Hermione had almost forgotten he was there. She looked at him the best she could with Ron still holding her hair. She saw him kneeling next to Ginny's still unconcious form, trailing his fingers up her leg. She would not allow her best friend to be hurt or raped, while she was defenseless.
"Keep your hands off of her!" She yelled and instantly felt more pain as Ron pulled her head back even further, a feat she didn't believe was possible.
"Shut up, mudblood!" He yelled in her ear causing her to flinch.
"It's okay, Ron." Draco said standing up, "I prefer my women concious."
He walked to Hermione and grabbed her around the waist to pull her closer. She allowed him to do this because she learned a long time ago to choose her battles. Unfortunately, how or where someone grabbed her was not one of them. Besides, when Draco grabbed her waist, Ron realeased her hair, relieving some of her pain.
"Especially when they try to fight. Like you do." Draco finished as he kissed her neck, sending shivers through her body (not the good kind either). "Are we ready, then?" He asked after taking a second to nibble her ear.
"I think we are!" Ron replied. "You ready, mudblood."
Hermione just nodded, knowing if she spoke she would burst into tears. That was something she wasn't going to give them the satisfication of seeing, at least not this early in the game. Unfortunately, she knew there'd be no stopping them later.
"Let's go then!" Draco said excitedly.
She felt him tighten his grip on her waist as he dragged her out. She heard Ron slam and lock the door, behind them. She tried to keep herself composed as they walked across the grounds.
It was a warm but breezy summer's night. As she walked with Draco's arm still tightly around her, she looked around weighing her options. That is until she felt Ron grab another handful of her hair.
She mentally patted herself on the back for keeping them on their toes. To put it simply, she had a history of failed escape attempts, mostly from these two. She did consider giving it another try but was too sore from the last time and she had faith in that mysterious Harry kid.
"What, mudblood?" Draco said, "Finally, realizing that running is futile?"
She didn't have to see his face to know he was smirking.
"I'm too tired to run." she replied.
"Not too tired to give us some fun, I hope." Ron taunted in her ear. She didn't respond and he chuckled, "That's what I thought."
They finally reached the entrance to Riddle Manor and walked inside. When the door slammed shut, Hermione shivered knowing they was no chance of escape know. She was trapped, for God only knew how long.
They led her to Draco's quarters and shoved her roughly to the floor. She laid there trying to keep her composure as Draco locked the door and started whispering to Ron. After a few minutes, Ron was standing over her.
"Looks like I'm first." he smirked, "You know the drill."
He always made her do the same things with him, when they were together, but she knew she could push his buttons a little, first. This was indeed a battle worth fighting.
"And you know my answer." she replied sounding braver than she felt. "Make me!"
He grabbed another fistful of her hair. This time she felt like he was slowly ripping it out.
"You know, this is starting to get very tiresome! They way you always refuse a direct order!" he yelled.
"Well, you must enjoy it. I mean, you come back for more almost every night!" she replied with a slight smile.
"Stupid, bitch!" he yelled and backhanded her.
The force of the slap made her turn her head which caused her more pain because he hadn't yet released her hair. He then yanked her back to facing him.
"Do I have to hurt you?" he yelled spraying her face with spit.
"Go ahead! You've already ripped my life away from me! You can't hurt me much worse!" she yelled back.
Her released her this time but kicked her hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
"Why do you bother telling her her to do it?" Draco asked, "Just pin her down and do it! That's why she wouldn't dare speak to me like that."
This was different. Usually, Draco kept quiet while Ron took his turn.
"You think you can do better?" Ron asked.
"I know I can." Draco replied.
Hermione was beginning to panic as she listened to the two of them. This had never happened before and she knew she was in for a world of pain. Nothing pleasant ever came of two wizards comparing wands. (If you catch my meaning)
"How 'bout a wager than?" Ron suggested.
Hermione curled herself in a ball and prayed Draco would refuse.
"I'm listening!" Draco smirked.
"If you can get her to scream sooner than I can, I'll give you ten galleons." Ron stated, "But if I can get her to scream sooner then you owe me the galleons."
"Fine. Any rules?" Draco asked.
"No toys. And if she screams before you do anything sexual it doesn't count."
Ron stuck out his hand and Draco shook it.
"Continue." Draco said.
"With pleasure." Ron rounded on Hermione again. "Get over here, now, mudblood!"
The look in his eyes and the tone in his voice told her he was done playing. She crawled to him shaking slightly.
"Now, you know the drill!" he repeated.
She fought the onslaught of tears as she began undoing his belt. She pulled down his jeans and boxers and began sucking his cock, like always. She continued for what seemed like forever, while Ron moaned and made comments, which made her want to vomit.
It was worse than degrading and she hated herself for allowing them to do this to her every night. She always asked herself what she did to deserve it. First, Kevin and now this. She couldn't believe she was only seventeen and she prayed every night that The Dark Lord would get sick of her. That way, at least, she'd be able to get out.
When Ron was finally satisfied, he yanked her up by her hair and shoved her on the bed.
"You're gonna love this!" He whispered and licked the side of her face.
Tears were now falling freely down her cheeks but she refused to even make a sound. She wasn't gonna let either one win. She was used to most of their tricks anyway.
She didn't dare move as Ron unbuttoned her shirt and began to fondle her. After a minute or two, he trailed his hands down her bruised stomach, touching some with light pressure. Yes, they did still hurt but she'd be damned if she was gonna let it get to her. He finally, began to unzip her skirt and pull it down to her ankles. He positioned himself above her and rammed into her hard. He continued to thrust in and out, harder and harder. It took every once of her will power not to scream. Finally, with one final, yet painful thrust, he spilled into her. Before he pulled out, he leaned down brushing his lips against hers and whispered,
"If you make one peep for him, you'll be sorry."
He got up, put his clothes back on and gestured for Draco to take his turn.
Knowing Draco liked to undress her, she quickly put her clothes back on as he walked over to her.
"Get up." he order.
Hermione stood up immediately. He was right.
When it came to Ron, she knew how far she could push before he got pissed but with Draco, if she didn't do what he said, when he said it, she was in trouble.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her into the wall. It would've been painful if she hadn't just been raped.
"Incarcerous!" Draco muttered pointing his wand at her.
Hermione felt ropes snake around her wrists, pulling them above her head and mounting them to the wall. She didn't struggle because she knew only magic could untie them and struggling would only tighten them.
Draco moved in to kiss her but she kept her mouth calmped shut. (Yeah she may have been afraid of him but she wasn't going to give him what he wanted that easily.) He bit down hard on her lips, causing her to gasp in pain, as she did, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Still, she refused to kiss him back.
He then began to kiss, lick and bite his way down her body. He unbuttoned her shirt, and spent extra time biting her already bruised breasts. Her eyes swelled with tears as she swallowed the screams that wanted to break through. She silently prayed for it to be over.
"It's too bad such beauty is wasted on a mudblood." Draco stated unzipping and pulling down her skirt.
"Too true." Ron responded from the corner.
Tears were now falling as she felt Draco part her with his fingers. It hurt alot, but she refused to let him win. After a few seconds, he parted her a little more and waited. She felt like he was ripping her apart. Still she did not scream. He, in turn, forced her apart even more. She couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, stop! It hurts!" She yelled as the tears poured from her eyes.
One look at Ron in the corner told her she was in trouble.
"You owe me ten galleons, Weasley." Draco said with a smirk, "But I'll collect after I've had my fun."
He bunched all four fingers together and shoved them inside her. She wanted to scream but held back not wanting to give him the satisfaction twice in five minutes.
It would have been easier to bare except for when she was brought here, Lucius decided she was too loose for his tastes, so he put a spell on her that caused her to remain a virgin, no matter what was shoved inside her.
It was definately something he had never done before which made it twice as bad.
"You feel so good." he said after awhile, "I'm so hard."
He removed his fingers and began undoing his pants. He let them fall and positioned himself by her opening. He rammed in to her, hard, and this time she couldn't hold in the scream. It hurt a lot worse than normal, so Hermione assumed he was goating about winning the bet. He was thrusting in and out, harder and harder.
Five minutes, which felt like five hours, later, he pulled out and put his clothes back on. Then he grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"Say it!" he yelled.
This was her least favorite part of the night. He wanted her to degrade herself even more.
"Go to hell!" she yelled back.
He backhanded her.
"Stupid whore!" he yelled again. "Now say it!"
"No!" she said.
"Fine."
He released her hair and walked to his nightstand drawer.
She new what he was getting, his favorite toy. A dagger, but not just any dagger, Draco put a spell on it, which made it a highly effective torture device.
Draco had explained the concept the first time he used it on her. He could cut his victim anywhere he wanted, as deep as he wanted and it would heal over in a matter of seconds. He told her that it was his favorite thing to use because it caused pain but allowed the victim to stay alive until they gave in or he got bored.
"Do I have to use it?" he asked emerging from the drawer, carrying the aforementioned dagger. "Or will you say it?"
"You're a sick twisted bastard." she answered.
Quicker than a flash, Draco was next to her, making a long deep cut across her stomach. She cringed as he dragged the point across.
Tears were swelling in her eyes, yet she still refused to say it. They went back and forth, Draco choosing parts of her body, that would be exceptionally painful.
Ten minutes later, she could tell his was getting bored. He got down on the floor and poised the dagger at her opening. She knew what he was about to do. She just couldn't take that, not tonight. So, she gave in.
"I am a stupid, worthless mudblood whore!" she cried. "My place is at a pureblood's feet. Tortured, owned, and maimed is all I'll ever deserve to be. I will never be anything more than a plaything for those respectable purebloods who want me. I am to be used, broken, and discarded when I am no longer fun."
"That's right." Draco smirked and got up. "And you'll do well to remember it."
He spat in her face.
"Now, I'm sure Ron wishes to punish you for making his pockets ten galleons lighter."
He stepped away so Ron could step in front of her. Ron muttered the spell that released her from her restraints and she fell in a heap on the floor.
"Crucio!" he yelled.
The spell hit her and she felt the blinding pain instantly. She screamed, not because of the pain, she was used to getting it every night, but she learned a long time ago the more you scream, the less torture you recieved. Sure enough, after a minute or two, Ron lifted the spell.
"Now put your clothes on you filthy whore." he yelled.
She got up slowly, cringing through the pain. Even slower, she put her clothes on.
She was facing the wall, not wanting to see their faces after all of this, so she didn't even see Ron raise his wand and cast the curse again. She felt the unexpected bout of pain. She fell to the floor again, screaming and felt the pain intensify. She opened her eyes long enough to see both men pointing their wands at her. She quickly closed them praying for the blackness that was closing in to just take over. She figured, if I'm unconcious, I can't feel the pain. With that thought, the darkness finally took over.
