DISCLAIMER- I STILL DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
Chapter 1- The Girl Who Cried Rape?
Hermione had been enrolled into a programme at a summer school for gifted children. She'd been going there since she started Hogwarts and she really liked it. Ok, her tutor was kind of freaky: a tall, fat, bearded man with shifty eyes, but he was nice enough; and yeah the uniforms were awful: bright blue tartan mini skirts, black, knee-length, lace-up socks, white blouses, black blazers and black neck-ties. The only thing they were lenient on was the shoes so Hermione tended to wear her black converses. Overall, the school was good and it was nice to get away from her weird double life at Hogwarts.
On the last week before she went back to Hogwarts for her fifth year, she stayed back to hand some work into her tutor.
"Ah, Hermione! Doing extra work again?" He asked, a broad grin painted across his face. Hermione nodded and handed the thick folder over to him.
"It's for Mr. Phelps. Could you please get it to him?" she asked politely. He nodded and walked to the door.
He swiftly turned the lock and smirked at Hermione who looked back in confusion.
"Sir?" she asked quietly.
"Hermione, Hermione. My favourite pupil. I've seen you grow from a small, weak, yet intelligent child to…" He looked at her hungrily "a gorgeous specimen of a woman."
He walked over to her, backing her into a corner. He placed a chubby hand on her back, above her bum and drew her towards him. She tried to pull away but he grabbed her face roughly and smashed his face to hers, viciously attacking her lips. He pulled away and looked at the girl, cowering away in fear. He slid his hand, from her face, down to her shoulder. He turned suddenly and threw her to the floor. He straddled her waist. He pulled off her blazer roughly and her shirt followed suit. He grabbed at her boobs.
"You've grown into a fine woman. Your breasts…" He bobbed his head down and licked the nipple through her bra. "Taste like heaven. They're so round and full." He moaned and snapped off her bra and attacked her breasts. "I've wanted to fuck you since I met you. And you've been begging for it you little slut." He picked her up and laid her on a table. He hit her hard as she tried to get up. He got some rope from his pockets and tied her hands together and tired her by her waist to the cold metal table. Hermione cried and squirmed but without hope. He clambered to kneel over her thighs.
He slid a hand up her thigh and under the skirt. He roughly ripped off her panties and pocketed them. He lifted her skirt up and groaned at the sight of small brown curls. He unzipped his trousers and laughed darkly as Hermione scrunched up her eyes and turned her head away in resignation and disgust.
He thrust into her undeveloped womanhood and her first of many bloodcurdling screams was let loose into the cold air.
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Now, Hermione woke from her fitful nightmare and began to cry. She walked to the bathroom and picked up her knife. She slid the cold metal across her pale wrist. The blood started to leak from the cuts and she cut again, the sharp pain numbing her wrist and her mind. She had never been back to that school again but the nightmares still continued to plague her mind. No one knew, not even her best friends. She'd brought it on herself. Even he had said it. She had been begging for it. No one would want her now. She couldn't exactly tell her dad. He would say she was lying and beat her half to death again. She closed her eyes again, trying to squeeze out the memory.
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"You fucking bitch! I told you not to go near those boys!" Her father cried "You're mine!" His fist connected with her jaw.
"But they were just talking to me! I told them to leave me alone!" Hermione cried, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Don't give me that shit you whore. You're going to pay for this!" He yelled and kicked her in the ribs.
She fell down as his fist hit her hard in the face. The blood swiftly mixed with her tears and her father continued to pummel her in the face. She managed to run away to the stairs but he caught up with her and hit her hard which sent her tumbling down the stairs.
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She opened her sore eyes and ran the blade back and forth across her wrist and up her arm. When her tears had stopped she lay down her knife and washed it and her arm. She put some salve on the gashes and began to pack her trunk ready for school, where she was going for her last year later in the day. She thought about the year that lay ahead as Head Girl as she finished packing her trunk. Who was to be Head Boy with her? She hoped that her best friend Harry would be but knowing her luck it would be someone else like Goyle. She laughed at the point and thought about what she would wear. She decided on a loose fitting black velvet top with long bell sleeves made of a floaty netting material, a dark green, floor length skirt and black sneakers.
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Later that day, Hermione entered the Head's train compartment. She was too tired to wait to see who Head Boy was. She sat on one of the seats, leant against the wall and fell into a fitful sleep.
A/N. There you go. I know it's really short but I plan to make them longer. I promise there will be more Draco yummyness later. I have time off work for Easter next week so I'll update as much as I can. I'll start the next chapter when I have uploaded this one. Love to all the wonerfluff people who have read this and could you pwetty please review this? I will reply to all comments I get.
--Annamh. xxxx