The following chapter contains fairly vivid representations of sexual assault and rape. The things written in this story are purely fiction and are by no means acceptable in the real world. The opinions expressed in the story are not my own and the sole purpose of this chapter is to tell a story. Please, proceed with caution, and do not read if you are having any doubts. Thank you.

Fall had swept through Hogwarts, leaving the corridors to be cold and less tended to. Halloween quickly approached, growing closer everyday. The Great Hall had been decorated beautifully, with hanging jack-o-lanterns and gargoyles perched at every window.

Personally, Luna Lovegood adored Halloween. She enjoyed the food, festivities, and overall nature of the day. She skipped along a corridor, quietly humming to herself as she looked for something to do. Her recent discoveries had made her realize just how much she had a passion for love-making. She didn't see herself wanting a relationship, because she would much rather explore new and different ways to make love.

She slowly made her way towards the dungeons. She snapped out of her trance, realizing she was at the foot of the Slytherin common room. She turned to leave, but not before hearing a voice from behind her.

"And Ms. Lovegood, why in your right mind are you down here?"

She turned, immediately knowing who had called her. Severus Snape. "Professor Snape, I was simply roaming the halls, I meant no harm."
"Sir." He muttered under his breath, his words cold and isolated.

"S-sir."

"And Ms. Lovegood, do you also know that your next class started nearly 10 minutes ago?"

That was the first time it had dawned on Luna. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she had forgotten that she was simply waiting for her next class. "Professor Snape, m-my apologies sir, I'll report straight to class." She turned, wanting to leave before there was any disciplinary action.

"Ah Ms. Lovegood, you will not be leaving until you have received disciplinary action."

She stopped, like a deer in headlights, hearing the words she feared she would here. Luna Lovegood had, compared to most other students, a clean record. A teacher would call her out for staring off, but Professor Snape was the only one that ever punished her. Typical for Snape. She turned back to look at the man, his form looking down on the girl,

"Now, you will follow me to my office." He paused, staring her down. "And you will cause no trouble on the way down."

She followed behind, knowing that she wouldn't be going to class that day."

Professor Snape led her down corridors and winding staircases until they reached his office, which was further up than where they had ran into each other. He opened the door and stepped in, not even checking to see if the Ravenclaw was behind her.

Luna stepped into the room. It was dark and cluttered. Books piled around the room, and papers were left on every drawer and counter. The whole room smelt of mildew, and she couldn't help but cringe at the site of it. For someone like Luna, who tried to stay as cheerful as possible, the room was unbearably depressing.

"Now, Ms. Lovegood, I will take it upon myself to correct your bad behaviors."

She swallowed, the saliva hitting hard against her chest.
"You will report here everyday until I believe your behavior has been corrected."
She whimpered, knowing that Snape would make that a long time.

"First duty, remove your robe." He spoke borderline casually, as if it was protocol.

"Professor, wh-what do you mean?"
"I must make sure you aren't hiding anything not allowed on school properties."

"Professor, this cannot be allowed."

"Ms. Lovegood, soliciting in school corridors instead of going to class is not allowed."

She let out a sigh, not finding it worth it to fight the professor. She ran her hands along the buttons of her robe and hesitantly let it roll off of her shoulders. She was left now in her white blouse, short blue skirt, and short tie. And her lingerie, of course.

"Remove the shirt." He spoke quickly, staring her down.

"But-"

"Remove the shirt." He repeated.

She did as he told, unbuttoning her blouse and rolling it off her shoulders, exposing her bra and covered breasts. She could feel his eyes admiring her body, running up and down her stomach as a hint of grin flashed across his face. It was gone in a second. She began to untie her tie, but Snape stopped her.

"No, keep it." He blurted out, moving towards a drawer in the back of the room. "Now, you will perform chores and tasks for me until I believe you have been fixed of your attitude. He opened up the dresser, pulling out a pair of green stockings. He tossed them to her. "Put them on."

She let out a sigh, not finding it worth it to fight him. She slipped off her socks, (she was, naturally, not wearing shoes) and pulled the stockings up until they reached just under her kneecaps.

"Good, now get to work." He threw a broom and dustpan over to her, expecting that she was just ready to catch it. She dodged out of the way, picked it up, and got to work.

She began to sweep, tidying the floors up. She hummed to herself, sweeping floors not the worst punishment in the world. Still, she could feel Snape's cold eyes watching her. That pervert.

She swept along the edge of the room, silently humming to herself. She finished the corner and turned to move on to the next session. That was when there was the crash. She turned, finding a glass structure in pieces beside her. She had messed up, big time.

"You dimwit! Do you know how much that costs?"

"I-I'm sorry sir," Luna looked down, fearing what he would do to her.

He grabbed her and turned her around, firmly placing her on his lap. "You're a disobedient idiot, Ms. Lovegood."

"Y-yes sir, sorry sir," she bit her lip, her chest swelling up.

"You need to be taught a lesson," He pulled her skirt up, exposing her pink panties. The professor placed his hand on her cheeks, moved it up, and then sent it spanking down.

Luna let out an involuntary moan when his cold hand hit her warm cheeks.

"Quiet, slut," He sent his hand down again, scolding Luna when she moaned again. He sent it down another time, and then another. Luna's pale cheeks quickly turned more pink.

"This will teach a slut like you not to misbehave, won't it?" He asked rhetorically, sending his hand down again.

"I-I'm not a slut!" She yelled out, tears forming in her eyes.

Snape stopped, staring dead at her, "Ms. Lovegood, you may just be one of the biggest sluts in this entire school. You're so big of a slut that you're dying for some professor cock, aren't you?"

She shook her head, a tear falling down her cheek and off her side. "Please sir, please no."

He ignored her, tossing her onto the hard ground as he unzipped his trousers and retrieved his hardening manhood. He pulled her panties down her legs and let out a grin, spotting her tight core. "Don't be scared Ms. Lovegood, I'll have my fun with you and then you can get right back to cleaning my room." He pushed her on top of his lap.

Luna shook her head, not wanting anything to do with the professor. Of course, Snape didn't care. He wanted too badly to be inside the seemingly innocent Ravenclaw. Because well, Snape seemed to have an obsession.

The professor had a tendency to watch her in the corridors and Great Hall. He would fantasize about the things he would do to the blonde girl, and now was his chance. He took a deep breath and pushed into her core.

She muffled back a yelp as he plunged his manhood deeper into her core, causing her legs to squirm as she tried to be freed from his grasp. Luna moaned out, tears falling down her cheeks. She bit her lip, muffling back her cries as she closed her eyes, burying her face in the fabric of Snape's robe. She cried out as Snape pushed further into her tight core, feeling her walls clenching down on him.

He continued for another ten minutes, ignoring every time that she cried out for him to stop. He pushed through her orgasms, losing track of how many she had had since he had began. Finally, he felt his juice pushing up his manhood. He buried his manhood far up her core and released his load into her, letting out a groan as he pulled his length out of him.

"You're a very naughty slut. You know that?"

She shivered, trying to recover from what had just happened. She felt so empty inside, so useless and sad inside. She felt like she would never care for anything ever again. She barely budged as Snape tossed her out of his office, throwing her bundle of clothes that he had forced off of her behind her. He slammed the door shut and left Luna, feeling empty, barely having the strength to move at all. She wept, not wanting to ever see Snape again.

She just didn't know that somebody was watching her.