a/n: This is the extremely physical chapter I warned about…if you don't like dirty stuff, please don't read. Harry gets kind of mean…

Chapter 10: The Final Nightmare

Something inside Hermione was screaming for her to do something. Ron had rushed in, unprotected, to save her, and she couldn't even open her mouth to warn him. Harry had taken his time this time, slowly undressing her, savoring every inch of uncovered skin. It would have been erotic if the situation wasn't so terrifying. And then, he had petrified Ron, who seized up like a board and fell to the floor.

Harry's touch, while still the same as in her dreams, now made her skin crawl. She felt no more shivers of delight at his insistent kisses, only indescribable disgust. How had she let it come to this? What had she been thinking? There was nothing exciting about being raped; she was finding that out the hard way.

"Where were we, my dear?" he mumbled into her hair. He was in heaven. Her skin was warm and the rest of it was just as soft as her hands. The resistance from her was nonexistent, thanks to that wonderful little potion, and taking off her clothes slowly instead of magically removing them all at once was so much more pleasurable. Harry let his fingers roam as they liked, knowing he'd get no rebukes from the girl underneath him. Soon, very soon, this would be his life. Every day, getting to hold her like he had so longed to; every night, ravaging her body until they both could handle no more.

Oh, the naughty thoughts running through his head. There were so many places he wanted to touch, to taste. He could wait no longer. Slowly, gently, he pulled her up into a sitting position. Kissing her feverishly, he wrapped his arms around her and reached around her back, unclasping her bra. He removed it quickly, taking in the sight of his beloved's naked torso. His hands snaked their way to her breasts, massaging them with his fingertips. His mouth lowered to one of her taut nipples, loving the freedom to move his tongue over it as he chose to.

Hermione felt sick. The warmth of his breath on her chest made her want to vomit. No! she screamed in her head. You're not the one I want doing this!

Harry's body went rigid. Perhaps Ron would be the one you want? He sent his thoughts through her head. He's a little indisposed at the moment.

Hermione felt resolve fill her. I still want him…and only him.

Harry's teeth came down hard on her nipple, causing her pain, but she had no way to express it. Tears started to form in her eyes as she watched him sit up, his face contorted in pure unadulterated rage.

"How can you still want him?" he snarled, pointing to the floor where Ron was laying. "I know I turn you on. I know how badly you want me. Want us. Don't make this harder than it has to be!"

I'm not aroused in the slightest, she thought, staring at him defiantly. Your touch, your kiss. It just makes me sick.

Harry let out a growl and slapped her. "I've had ENOUGH!" He reached down and ripped her panties right off, causing her to gasp in surprise. "I've been patient. I've tried to show you how loving I can be, to prove how much I care. I've tried to make you happy. I've been nothing but understanding while you've taken time to accept us. But I'm sick of playing nice. I'm sick of not getting what I desire." He glared down at her, his mouth set in a firm line. "You're nothing but a tease, Hermione Granger. An evil slut who only wants to cause pain to the men who care about you." He sat her up and forced her gaze on Ron. "He's here because you lied to him and came to me. And he'll die after I finish what I've started." Harry's anger was blind; he knew Ron could still be a threat to his future and he had to silence him for good. "You keep reacting to me, knowing you want me, and yet you still push me away. I'm through."

With that statement, Harry stepped out of his boxers. He looked possessed, standing there seeming much bigger than he actually was. Hermione was crying freely now, knowing he was serious about killing Ron, and scared because she knew it was finally time for the final nightmare. The one she couldn't wake up from. She wondered if she'd remember any of this after it was over. If she would know what he did, but just not care, professing to love him unconditionally because he helped her see how much they needed each other. Or maybe she'd forget, and think Harry was the only one she'd ever loved. She wasn't sure which would be easier to understand.

Harry climbed onto the edge of the bed, stalking toward her on his hands and knees. He pulled his body on top of hers, kissing her hard on the lips. She felt her lips bruise. There was nothing loving in this kiss; raw want had won out in the end. Harry shifted her legs apart, his fingers forcing themselves inside her. She cried out in pain as his nails dug along the tender skin of her most sensitive area. It was then she realized she was getting use of her body back. The potions effects didn't last so long after all.

Without really thinking, knowing Harry would immediately see what she had in mind, she decided she would become the tease he accused her of being. Maybe she could stall him long enough for Ron to get up. She moaned and moved her hips just enough to appear to be accepting his rough touch.

Harry's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you doing?"

Nothing, but it feels so good. Don't stop. If she pretended she had no control over her body, he wouldn't notice if she made motions to Ron behind his back.

Harry relaxed a little, looking into her eyes. "Maybe my little slut does like it rough after all." His free fingers grabbed her nearest nipple and twisted it sharply.

Hermione disguised the moan of pain as one of pleasure. Maybe she does… She moved one arm, forcing it to drape around his neck. She dug her nails into his back. Then she opened her eyes wide in fake shock. How in the…

Harry chuckled. "The potion must cause your body to react to physical pleasure. If you like pain so much," he said, twisting again, "all that lovey dovey stuff I was doing wouldn't have worked." He leaned into her neck, biting hard, breaking the skin.

It took all her strength to pretend to enjoy it and fight back tears. Mmm, that feels wonderful…more. Her nails dug deeper into his skin, causing his body to shake.

"I should punish you for being such a bad little slut," he murmured, thinking the verbal abuse must have been like sweet talk to his dirty girl. "I should punish you," he growled into her ear.

Quickly, without any warning, Hermione was flipped onto her stomach. A paddle materialized from nowhere and Harry propped her up, her behind in the air, face in the mattress. He pulled her hands behind her back and held them there. Then he began to spank her so hard she saw black spots in her vision. It was pain like she had never experienced.

Harry became more aroused with each passing minute. The thought of her taking any torture he dished out and enjoying it so much made him want to fuck her even more. He threw the paddle to the floor and moved so he was right behind her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you will scream."

His voice was demonic, more disturbing than in any of her dreams. She could feel him lining up, about to enter her, steal her virginity and make her fall desperately in love with him. She could sense his penis getting closer, dread overtaking every fiber of her being. He was moving fast but it felt like they were in slow motion. Her arms were still pinned behind her back and she couldn't squirm much on her legs for fear of hurting her nose, which the part of her face keeping her up.

Harry entered her deeply, causing her to scream the most bloodcurdling shriek he'd ever heard. She wasn't as aroused as he had thought; she felt dry around him, but he didn't care. Her scream only made him hornier. With quick hands, he used the handfasting cord to tie her hands tightly behind her, then grabbed her hips with his free hands, forcing himself deeper. He rammed into her, hard and fast, and he could feel her hymen burst, blood being the lubrication for this session.

"One more minute," he growled, his longing unbearable. "One more minute, and it'll all be over." But then he felt an instant pain and he fell backward off the bed.

Hermione felt the cords loosen and she sat up, sobbing uncontrollably in pain and fear. Ron had managed to get out of the petrifying spell and had hit Harry upside the head with the paddle he'd summoned. Ron handed her the dress she had worn but she just collapsed onto him.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. I only agreed to come so he'd stop haunting my dreams," she cried into his chest. "He promised if I still only thought of him as a friend, he'd quit. And let us be." She looked up at him, tears rolling down her face. "I didn't know he would drug me and take advantage. He did the handfasting. If he had…" she choked, not wanting to continue, but knowing she had to tell Ron. "If he had come, I would have forgotten I love you."

Ron looked sheepish, still hurt that she hadn't told him everything, but trying to be understanding anyway. He pulled a little box out of his pocket and handed it to her. "I wanted to wait til this weekend, but I feel like I should give this to you now." He couldn't explain the desire to make sure she had it; some part of him thought it would be better for them if she wore it now.

Hermione accepted it, opening the little ribbon. She popped off the top of the box and gasped. She looked up at Ron in wonder. "A promise ring?"

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I love you. I want to be with you. Forever or longer." His smile was small. "Wish I could have done it at a more romantic time."

Hermione kissed him on the cheek. "Believe me, your timing is perfect. Do I have to put it on myself?"

Ron grinned and slid the little piece of metal onto her left ring finger. Harry's eyes opened slightly, just long enough to watch his dreams shatter. Then he closed them, admitted defeat and let the darkness overtake him…

Harry woke up with a start. He looked at the clock beside his bed. Three thirty in the morning. What an unbelievably awful dream he thought. Hermione's like my sister. I couldn't have sex with her! And what about Ron? He's my best friend. I know how he feels about Hermione. I couldn't do that to him. That was seriously disturbing. He rolled over and fluffed his pillow, trying desperately to erase the thoughts that were resounding in this head. I need to get my sleep. Tomorrow's the day I go back to Hogwarts for my seventh year and I need to have my strength. He drifted back into a restless sleep…

A/N: Hahahaha…all a dream…:D R/R