Chapter Eleven:
Raping Royalty
Hermione sat in the court room, acting as if nothing ever happened. She knew in the depth of her heart that if she thought about it, it would tear her apart. She wanted to think that it was about to happen and she still had time, but she didn't. He was being locked away for ten years, and she couldn't do anything about it. The judge, who watched her with sadness, looked at her as she cried in the empty courtroom.
"Miss, are you lost?" He asked after quite some time of waiting to see if she was leaving.
"No… no." She sniffled. "You just sent my fiancé to jail for something he didn't really do." She said. "I don't want to leave yet."
"He admitted he put you under a spell, and that's illegal miss, unless it's defense." He said and Hermione looked up at him.
"How do you know it really wasn't defense? Maybe you should try looking into his mind to see the whole story. Don't judge him by what he says, see for yourself. Why can't you do that?" She asked.
"It's not a bad idea, but I doubt as stubborn as Mr. Potter is that he'd agree to it." He said.
"It's his freedom, he'd agree to it." She said. "Why do you have to be so hard? He's only seventeen, and he specifically said he wasn't familiar with the rules."
"I'm just doing my job Miss," He stopped.
"My name is Hermione, sir, Hermione." She said acidly.
She watched him get down from the stands, and noticed that he was a bit short for the usual adults. He was about a foot shorter than her, and she was one of the shortest in her class. His stubby legs happen to be what was in her staring point, and she felt sort of bad for him. She didn't know exactly why, but people must really make fun of him. The world is so cruel to people who are different. She would know about that, growing up being muggleborn.
"Hermione? It's such a pretty name for such a pretty girl." He said.
"Sir, please don't try and cheer me up. Especially, after you took my whole world away from me minutes before." She said.
"How about I make you a deal?" He sighed. "Since you said he's your fiancé and you're absolutely right about not knowing the truth."
"Alright," She sighed. "What's the deal?" She asked, chewing on her bottom lip.
"I will go to Azkaban tomorrow, and you will assist me my dear. We will find out the truth, and if we get his permission then we can enter his mind. If what he said about your 'Ronald' friend is false he will stay with the ten year lock up, but if it's true then we'll let him pass with only a four year sentence." He said.
"Why four?" She asked.
"Because he did the spell in general, and it wasn't exactly defense. It would be on your behalf, but not on his." He said.
"That's ridiculous!" She said. "He saved my life… I think." She whined.
"Then we'll save his, before that place shreds a good man apart." He winked, and quickly Hermione had hugged the judge.
"I feel like I somehow know you." She said.
"Why do you say that?" He wondered.
"My, er-, father passed away this summer in an accident, and ever since people have been overly nice about everything. Though, you in general seem to remind me of my father himself."
Hermione sat in the kitchen at the burrow and watched part of her food roll across the plate in boredom. She sighed, with a slit of tear in her eyes, as she watched everyone else around her eating like normal. It was like nothing ever happened, but hopefully by the next morning she would feel a bit better by knowing that Harry was actually telling the truth and the judge made a mistake.
Her mind was set on knowing that Harry was telling the truth, but since she was put under the spell she couldn't really tell if he was lying or not. She was absorbed into her thoughts with no intention of her surroundings. She sighed and stared at her plate with a glare towards the pile of potatoes. She was swirled into a dreamland, with clouds around her in every direction and she danced in her frilly, lace wedding gown with Harry beside her. They were dancing, under the golden lights and fake snow all around as she laughed in pure happiness.
"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley snapped and Hermione's fork went whizzing in the air, hearing an owl practically choke on its food. She looked up.
"WHAT?" She asked hastily, getting put back in the mess of reality. Everyone at the table stared at her. "Sorry, Mrs. Weasley, may I be excused?" She begged.
"Of course dear," She said as she watched Hermione ascend up the stairs. She watched her disappear and Mrs. Weasley returned to her vision on the plate in front of her. "Poor dear, so much has happened to her." Molly said sadly.
"I know dear, it's been hard for all of us." Arthur said as he glared intently at his son that sat across the table. "While we're on the subject, Ron, would you care to explain why you did what you did?" He asked in anger and putting in a noise of dislike when saying the name.
"I don't have to answer that." Ron battled back and Arthur's face became commenced with red hot anger.
"You told your mother you had proof he was innocent, and we hear to find that you told them he did a spell and you send him to prison?" Arthur said. "I thought I raised you better Ronald Bilius Weasley!" He growled.
"He's the one who attacked her with a spell! What if he killed her by accident!" Ron asked in defense.
"The point is he didn't Ron!" Molly joined in. "He would never hurt Hermione, because he loves her. You don't have to be jealous of them Ron! I'm sure you'll find a girlfriend too, but you can't trammel others to get it! That's not how it works!"
"It's also incredibly appalling treating love like that!" Arthur said.
"Like what? Like how it really is? At least I'm not the one who Hermione lost her virginity to!" Ron snipped.
"I can not believe the words that are coming out of your mouth Ronald! Hermione has done no such thing!" Molly glared.
"Wanna bet? Why don't you ask her yourself?" He asked, standing up.
"That's it Ron! You're done with supper, and you are to stay in your room until you apologize to your mother, and Hermione from bringing her into this!" Arthur growled. "Go, NOW!" He pointed to the stairs.
"But…"
"I SAID NOW!" Arthur said grabbing his sweater sleeve and pushing him towards the stairs. "You have brought disgrace to the table, I hope you understand that."
Ron, with anger, fled to the stairs while kicking each stair while he walked up them. In hoping of breaking something valuable to remove his anger, he continued. He reached the tenth step, and with four to go, his foot started to hurt, but he didn't care. He just walked up the stairs and walked down the hall, stomping his feet in hoping to stall his way to his room.
He heard heavy breathing and panting as he turned the corner and came to a door that was opened slightly. He peeked into the room and saw Hermione lying on the bed, covered in tears, and her head face down into a pillow. She cried whole heartedly as she whispered to herself the words: 'I love you Harry, I'll gladly take your place.' Ron shook his head.
"I know you're there." Hermione said, turning her head the opposite direct of the door.
"I figured that." He said.
"Do you think I'm stupid or something?" She asked, offended.
"No, never Hermione, I would never think you were stupid." He comforted.
"You just thought you could mention about me having sex with Harry to your parents and walk away with it?" She asked. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? What else did you tell them? I have yet to here about our engagement." Hermione sniffed. She said each line fast and with a raised voice.
"I'm sorry Hermione, things slip out my mouth when I become mad. I didn't mean to hurt you more than I have done already, but don't get me wrong because I had no intention of hurting you in the first place." He said sadly.
"Why did you send him away, Ron, why have you caused me this loss of life?" She asked, rather dramatically.
"If he hurt you, I have no idea what I would have done." Ron said. He walked part way across the room and sat at the side of her bed.
"NO!" Hermione resisted. A memory traced her thought. "I remember what happened last time. Harry and I had a fight and you came in wanting to comfort me and you kissed me, and touched me, and… Harry was telling the truth Ron! You're nothing but a monster." She said, easing up from her bed. "Leave me alone, tomorrow I'll be going to Courthouse and I'll set Harry free and you will be put in his place! You disgusting pig!" She glowered.
"Hermione, you're talking crazy talk, I wouldn't ever do that to you." He said. "You must trust me I am, but a friend of yours. A close friend of yours." He said maliciously.
"Stay… Stay away from me." She muttered.
"Hermione, dear, calm down. I would do no such thing. You can't push me away, when I love you. I love you more than the world itself." He smiled.
"NO!" She protested. "I love Harry, I'd never love you!" She said backing to the wall. He was walking closer to her.
"Come on, Hermione," He said. "Harry is a criminal, but I am free and here for you." He said with an evil grin he walked so close to her that his body touched her. She didn't dare move.
"Don't do this… you're insane." She said. "You have no idea what is happening to yourself do you?" She asked.
"Oh, I know what's happening." He said flirtatiously. He pressed to her hard as a stiff item was plunged against her leg. She screeched.
"Ronald stop it!" She said. "I hate you, I'd never love you. You sick vile bastard!" She growled.
She closed her eyes tightly, hoping this would never happen in her wildest dreams, and she felt him grab her. Like iron caskets clinging against her breasts, she felt she was suffocating to death. He clutched hard and pinched the ends with greed as she tried pushing him away. He smiled and pushed his head toward hers, but purposely missing her lips, his mouth reached her ear.
"I remember everything that happened. He thought he put me on the spell, but there is a secret I have behind it." He whispered. "I attempted to rape you, but I didn't make it as far as I'd liked to. So here I am, unable to be stopped. The room with a soundproof spell and the door locked. And I, my dear, are going to make your dreams come true." He said.
Her eyes grew wide with terror as she attempted to run from the scene, but he noticed she was resisting he gave her more force as he pulled her from the wall, and pushed her onto the bed. She screamed, but like he said: the room was soundproof. She tried her best to fight, but he clutched her so hardly she felt bruises form and fire run through out her body as he moved her.
He sat on top of her, stripping her of clothing as he once again smirked. Chains came from the bars of the bed like snakes and held her down. They pulled her wrists as far apart as possible and her legs parted slightly. She bit her lip as she tried to fight back, but she didn't have enough energy to do what she wanted. He bent down and carefully laid a kiss on her lips.
"This is for you Princess." He said, and she felt disgusted by the term that one usually hears for endearment. "You'll always be my Princess." And that word would be the one she would fear forever.
"Ron, I said no! Why can't you understand that?" She begged, tears in her eyes.
"Because, I crave your body." He said with a lick of the lips. "I've had wet dreams of ravishing you since I was eleven, and you instead turned around and fucked Potter. Well, not anymore Princess, I'm the only one that does that to you." He said.
"Let me go!" She yelled. "Go to hell you ass!"
He ignored her as he played with her breasts some more. She cringed at the pain and uncomfortably fidgeted when he move his fingers down her body. Her short shirt stopped right above her waist, and then he had taken a knife from the drawer. She at first thought he was going to kill her when he placed the metal against her skin, but she was wrong. He pushed it up to the collar of her shirt and sliced straight down.
The two flaps of fabric bellowed in the soft mellow wind that was blowing in the room that was almost unnoticeable. He flipped each side open, revealing a contraption of lace that held in her body. He bent forward once again, unsnapping the snaps that were at the top, and they fell to her sides. She tried to scream once again, but once again no one had heard her.
"Don't you fucking touch me you pig!" She cussed. "Get the hell off of me and let me go!" she demanded.
"Oh, like this?" He asked as he grabbed the round tips and twisted them to the right as he pinched them hard. She cried out in pain.
"Stop, it hurts!" She cried.
"Exactly, are you going to tell me to stop again, Princess?" He asked, but she couldn't take it anymore, she cried.
"No," She cringed and he had released her.
"That's a good girl." He smiled and thought for a bit. "Now, what shall we do with you?" He asked.
He traced fingers down her body, and she felt blood pump in her with rage. He had placed his mouth upon her breasts and were nibbling on them. She couldn't help, but moan, though she didn't like it. Then a plate had formed over her mouth, like before, and she began to go mad with fear. She couldn't talk.
She felt like someone who was claustrophobic in a small box. She began to flip out, her situation was bad before, but she felt even worse now. Then when Ron looked up, the plate had disappeared. She sighed in relief and she dropped her head back down to the pillow.
"Besides, I wouldn't be able to kiss you." He said as he did so. She drew her mouth away in disgust. "Well, fine then, I have something better later." He smiled.
She felt something bad approaching. He dragged his hands down her bruised breasts and across her stomach. His finger then came across the waistline of her jeans. He slowly kissed her lower stomach as he cut the jeans from her legs. He then cut the sides of the last piece of clothing that shielded her. He looked at her with greed in his eyes once again.
"Don't… please…" She whispered, but it was too late.
His mouth had hit between her legs and his fingers were crawling up inside her. She moaned as he devoured her with his tongue. She felt him stop for a brief minute when she heard a zipping noise, but she was afraid to look at what this man was doing. Something rock solid rubbed against her, and then, suddenly, it crammed inside her.
She screamed, with tears in her eyes, the pain was worse than before. She never thought it would be this bad. She tried to resist, and it hurt even more as she tightened herself. He slid inside her, without a word, and as far as he could. She tried pulling herself up, and away from him, but the chains had her glued. He pulled out, and then crammed back in as she cried in pure agony.
"Why are you doing this?" She cried, but no answer. "You sick bastard, burn in hell fucker!" She cussed. He stopped suddenly.
"Oh, you're a naughty Princess, aren't you?" He asked. "Do you know what royalty gets babe?" He wondered.
"Freedom?" She said hopefully. He smirked.
"Nice try, but not quite. Open your mouth a little, please?" He asked as he stood and walked towards her, his genitals flopping in her sight with abhorrence. She shook her head.
He had a wicked smile on her face as he extended his hand and struck her across the face with fury. She cried, but refused once again to open her mouth. She was slapped again as a handprint formed on her right cheek. He tried once again and when he gave up with the hitting, he returned to the twisting. He pinched her breasts again and twisted them further, and she had forgotten what kept her mouth closed. It had fell open with a scream, and he smiled.
He picked himself up and shoved himself into her mouth, causing her to gag. He growled as he instructed her, but she denied it. She would do nothing, and she had to get the taste out of her mouth. He struck her once more, and then she followed his instructions. In her mind she was thinking different thoughts, and maybe if she followed his directions he would leave sooner.
"Come on baby, you can suck harder than that." He growled.
"Elek…" She said as she began gagging again. When he moved a little higher, she took a deep breath.
"You thought I was actually going to gag you to death huh?" He asked. "Tisk tisk Princess," He said "I know something you'll like instead of sucking." He smiled.
"You getting off me would be nice." She snipped. "You've done enough, leave me alone!" She growled.
"You see, I can't do that." He smiled evilly. "Once I do so, you'll go blabbing. So I need to get my worth out somehow."
"Wh… what's happening?" She asked as she felt him cram inside her again between her legs. She found her answer, as an explosion occurred inside her. He smiled.
"There, now I feel a whole lot better." He smiled. "I will go now, but first I have a few words for you." He picked up the knife that he had cut her clothing off with and set it to her throat and with vicious words he spoke: "Tell anyone, especially your precious fiancé, and I will kill you. I am the only one you love."
She was afraid to move, and afraid to talk after hearing such words come from his mouth. When he had gotten fully dressed, he blew her a kiss and walked out the door. As soon as the door shut everything had disappeared. The chains, the knife, the scent, and the soundproof in the room. She could hear Ron in the hallway telling his mom he apologized and is ready for dinner.
Hermione, quicker than a rabbit, jumped from her bed and ran into the bathroom, not even bothering to dress. She stepped in the shower, attempting to wash his filth from her, and when she finished she dressed in new clothes, fixing her old ones so it didn't look conspicuous, she dressing in dark clothing to hide herself. She felt like people could see what had happened.
She peeked out the door, and when no one was in sight, she ran down the hall. She didn't care if she ran into something or not. She placed a lock on the door of the room she entered and faced Harry's bedroom. Where they had made love the first time, and she enjoyed it. Now it was nothing but a joke. She crawled into his sheets in hoping to melt into it and find herself with him some how. His scent was everywhere.
She stared at the ceiling with a look of sadness and a hint of madness in her eyes. She reached to the side, remembering Harry's moves, and she opened his drawer. There was the glass he harmed himself with, in the open and usable. She hugged it, feeling the streams of hardened blood along the no longer see-through glass wedge. She cried to herself as she hugged it.
Every memory came back to her. The fight, the kitchen, the love and everything in between. When she found Harry loved her, she thought it was the best thing in the world, but now it's nothing but freedom. She loved him, and his love to her was the only thing that kept her safe. It was the only thing that let her sleep at night, and it was the only thing that made her smile. She would give anything to have him be with her again, and so she decided tomorrow she would write her first letter, hopefully…
Never did she think she would be doing this, but she didn't have another choice. She picked it up and brought it across her wrist as a seep of pain was mixed with the gushing blood from her wrist. Then she cut her forearm, hoping to get use to it. Then she did it again, cringing with every swipe, and she found herself back in Harry's position. She fell back, her head to the pillow, and took a deep breath as her arm fell to the side. Her hand tilted over the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry… Harry…" The glass had fallen to the floor.
Author's Note:
Alright, WHAT A WEEK! This probably sounds kinda bad, but I wrote this when I was sick so sorry about what ever you don't like about it. For some reason I love this title, don't you?
Now I couldn't believe it when I found that last week I had twenty reviews in one week, and I know that I promised you a chapter in exactly a week, instead of skipping one, but I didn't have one ready when I got the twenty, SO I'm making you a deal.
THIS IS FOR EVERYONE TO ANSWER. SO PLEASE DO SO! THANK YOU!
I'm giving you a choice, and I want you to think HARD about it. Here are your options:
1. Over my Thanksgiving break I will write two chapters (meaning skipping this week) and post one that Saturday than another the next Saturday. (The 26th and the 3rd)
2. I am giving you a contest. I will give you a question at the end of my next chapter (chapter twelve) and if you answer it correctly here is what you win: I will get an exclusive interview with you and write you a short story exactly how you want it, dedicate it to you, and practically give it to you. The problem is, it'll take about a month.
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Airalynn
To My Reviewers:
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5 DAYS TILL GOBLET OF FIRE IS RELEASED TO THEATERS!
UPDATED: (SATUDAY) NOVEMBER 12, 2005 – I have 3 Birthday Wishes!
1. Happy Belated Birthday to Chris Rankin who plays the current role of Percy Weasley. His Birthday: 8th
2. Happy Belated Birthday to Brendan Gleeson who we shall soon see in Goblet of Fire as Mad-Eye Moody. His Birthday: 9th
3. Happy Almost Birthday to Alfonso Cuaron who Directed Prisoner of Azkaban and did an AWSOME job! –claps- His Birthday: 28th