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Chapter Eleven

Seeing as Pippy made me skip dinner to get ready, and I hadn't stayed at the party long enough to get any food, I was starving. I decided to sneak down to the kitchens and grab some food there.

Without even bothering to change out of my dress, I stepped out of the portrait hole and made my way to the kitchens.

I got down there and was greeted by elves, more then happy to get me my dinner. One of them, who reminded me of Dobby, led me to a table.

While I was sitting there waiting for my food, I saw Mr. Pettigrew come in through the painting.

Mr. Pettigrew was the assistant Muggle Studies teacher and you could tell that he hated it. He had to put up with it though since he wasn't smart enough to secure one of the better positions without rising up in the ranks. He was pretty much the opposite of his son, but only in looks and charisma.

While Peter was pretty much painful to look at, the elder Pettigrew was very handsome, strong and tall. Girls fell for him fast, but the ones with some sense, could immediately tell that he wasn't someone you wanted to be around. He was constantly hitting on the sixth and seventh year girls. Some of the girls loved it and that was the only reason they took muggle studies, who wouldn't want a hot, twenty-five year old guy teaching them? I stayed as far away from him as I could.

Crap, I thought. He is either going to flirt with me or get me into trouble for being here.

When he caught sight of me, his jaw dropped and I silently cursed myself for not changing out of my dress. Pettigrew hadn't been at Slughorn's party and he hadn't been expecting me dressed like that.

"Ms. Granger," he said. "Shouldn't you be at Slughorn's party."

"I left early," I replied, hoping that he would catch onto my tone and back off.

He started grinning and I involuntarily shivered.

"So you're saying that everyone is still there?"

I nodded.

"Well," he said. "What a lucky turn of events, Hermione."

By this point, I just wanted to get out of there fast. From the look on his face, I could tell that Pettigrew was getting bad ideas in his head.

A house elf came out then and brought me my food; bread, chicken, and a salad.

I thanked it and took the tray.

"um, bye Mr. Pettigrew."

I turned away from him and started heading to the door.

I felt a pair of hands grab me from behind, one over my mouth, the other around my arms, preventing any movement.

I struggled as hard as I could, trying to kick him anywhere I could. I got lucky, and my heal made contact with a very sensitive part of his body. He gasped and dropped me.

Without hesitating, I started to run out of the portrait hole on the other side of the room, my food forgotten.

Since I was running in a gown and heals, I stumbled three times, and fell down halfway there.

Before I could get up, I felt Pettigrew on my back, pinning me down. He grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back. I cried out in pain.

"And to think, I was even going to be nice," he whispered in my ears. "I think I'll have to punish you now. You've been bad Hermione."

He took both of my wrists in one hand. With his free hand, he unzipped the back of my dress and slid it down my shoulders. He traced light circles on my now bare back, and my struggling became even stronger.

I felt something poke my back and I immediately froze. I did not like the reaction moving caused from him.

Pettigrew laughed at me. "Keep going. I have no objections. Squirm as much as you like."

I felt his hand cover my mouth and nose. The last conscious thought I had was, don't cry.

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I woke up to find myself sitting on a chair – my hands tied behind my back, and my feet tied together. To my surprise, my dress was in the same state as it was before.

I looked up to see Pettigrew grinning at me.

"Looking forward to this, Hermione?" he asked.

I glared at him. "Get the hell away from me, Pettigrew."

He walked even closer to me. I tried to move back to get away from him, but I was firmly tied.

"We can't have that now can we, Hermione? Call me Louis."

I glared and said, "No, I don't think I will."

Instead of anger on his face, his grin just widened. He raised his hand and hit me across the face. I felt blood in my mouth and I spit it into his face.

In a second, he went from grinning to sadistic. He didn't hit me again like I expected but instead took out his wand. I suddenly felt as though my left arm was on fire. It started out little but spread. I felt a burning from the center of my forearm to my shoulder and I screamed.

I got a glimpse of my arm and I saw that it was burnt, each second it was getting deaper and worse.

The pain stopped and I gasped for breath. Pettigrew's smile was back. With another wave of his wand, I felt my dress disappear and for the second time that night, Pettigrew's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out.

After taking a moment to recover, he said, "If I had known you looked this good, I would have done this ages ago."

I couldn't reply. I was still recovering from his last spell and I could tell that he was enjoying the after effects of it. I was dressed only in my black lace bra and underwear, sweating and panting, making my chest rise and fall. I could see his eyes following the movements as he licked his lips.

"You really are a delicacy, Hermione."

Seemingly unprovoked, he started beating me allover, causing me to slip in and out of consciousness.

Only half aware of what was around me, I felt my arms and legs untied. Unable to hold myself up, I fell to the floor.

Pettigrew took advantage of this and I felt my arms being raised above my head with one of his hands, while the other started roaming around my body.

He ground his hips into mine and I could tell that he wouldn't be able to wait much longer.

I tried to struggle again with renewed strength. The last thing I was aware of before I passed out, was the portrait hole opening up and Pettigrew being blasted off of me.

I looked up and my eyes me a pair of midnight blue ones.

Tom…

A/N: This was the darkest thing I have ever written. Poor Hermione… at least Tom saved her though.

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