Chapter 2

Raped

It was too late now; both the right and the left exits were blocked by stocky Slytherins that Hermione recognized to be Crabbe and Goyle.

Her mind was clouded with fear and refused to function so she could think of a plan. She realized that there was nowhere for her to run

Her mind told her to scream for help, but her Gryffindor pride convinced her to show no fear.

She faced Malfoy with what she hoped to be a fearless expression.

He smirked, as he observed her attempt to hide her fear; she looked so innocent yet determined to stand her ground. He would have believed the mask she was wearing if not for her eyes, which were so flooded with fear they lost their usual shine.

Hermione watched him observe her with hungry eyes: it made her feel faint. She wished she had her wand on her but unfortunately she left it in her dorm.

Constant vigilance' the words came floating through her mind as she thought back to Moody's DADA lessons and she cursed herself for being so stupid.

"Well it looks like we just caught ourselves a Mudblood, boys" came the harsh yet faintly humoured voice of Draco Malfoy. "Do you know what we do to Mudbloods, Granger?"

"You wouldn't dare to do anything to me Malfoy. I'm a prefect; touch me and I'll see to it that your snobbish ass flies out of Hogwarts before you could say I have rabies', Ferret Boy.

"Now, now, be careful of what you say to me, Granger, you might regret it."

"I doubt it. My mother always told me If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all' but in your case I'll make an exception. Now tell your thick headed goons to move out of my way. I have duties, you know, being a prefect and all."

She made her way toward the left side exit and stopped in front Goyle's ugly mug.

"Move," she said then added more forcefully, "please"

"Boys lets teach the Mudblood a lesson, something she should have learned a long time ago. Goyle, bring her here."

Before Hermione could protest she was grabbed roughly under the arm and dragged forward towards Malfoy.

"Let me go, let me go now!"

"Crabbe come over here and hold her left side, Goyle her right."

With that said Hermione soon found her self pressed against the wall, both her legs and arms held tightly.

Dignity forgotten Hermione was about to scream for help when Malfoys wand was pushed roughly against her neck.

"Make a sound Mudblood and you'll see just how much of a Death Eater I have grown to be."

Hermione knew when to keep quiet and this was not the time. Yet she knew that if she screamed she would end up being beaten half way to heaven. But if she remained silent Malfoy would probably do things to her that were a lot worse.

She opened her mouth, but felt something hard collide with the side of her head. Her chin drooped as she felt her consciousness slowly slip away.

When she awoke next she found her self lying naked on the cold stone floor. Her hands were tied above her head and her legs were spread in a v' shape. She felt hands being pressed against her body, touching her in a way she didn't want to be touched.

"Enough."

Hermione was too afraid to open her eyes, but she didn't need to. She could recognise that voice anywhere. This didn't make here feel any better, now that she realised just how bad her situation was. She felt the hands withdraw and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Malfoys leering face. He was standing close to her (too close).

Once again she tried to scream for help but found that she couldn't even move her jaw. She was under a spell that made all her muscles loose and useless. Hermione was trying to remember what she had heard about this spell, but the only thing she could remember was that it was used by men to……

Then it dawned on her what Malfoy was going to do. She silently prayed that she was wrong and that it was absurd that Malfoy would even have such an idea.

She saw Malfoys hand travel to the base of his waist and slowly unzip his pants. It was then she knew that her suspicions were correct.

He mounted her and thrust his hips, setting himself all the way inside her virgin cavern.

Hermione tried to scream, but like her previous attempt it failed. She couldn't do anything as she felt him with draw out slightly and thrust again, this time harder.

The pain was unbearable and Hermione could feel hot tears run down her face. They were travelling down her cheeks leaving behind them a cold trail.

Cold like Malfoys heart' was her last thought as the pain drove her into unconsciousness.

Hermione awoke to the feel of strong hands tightening around her neck. She couldn't breathe and her eyes were loosing focus, she could feel herself slipping into the dark once again. Then, before she could move, her body was thrown onto the floor. Hermione felt a sharp pain in her ribs and a loud crack that made her wince in agony.

She saw Crabbe standing by the wall laughing while Malfoy aimed another kick, this one colliding with her hip; another followed shortly hitting her thigh.

This went on for some time until Hermione couldn't feel the pain anymore. Malfoy grew bored eventually and tired, finally ceasing his actions.

He glared at her and said,

"This ought to teach you a lesson Granger, and if it didn't we won't mind hunting you again."

He started to walk away, when he stopped and walked back to her. She closed her eyes thinking that he was coming to have another go at her.

"Oh and if you tell any one what happened I will see to it that my father has both of your parents killed."

He smiled coldly, and that smile burned Hermione more then the deep scratches he left on her legs.

The last thing Hermione saw before her mind deserted her again was Malfoys foot flying towards her face.

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