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Ok so I'm gonna start this off on a rather sad note. DON'T BE MAD AT MEEE! Also, this is my first time writing one of these things so don't be afraid to go all out on the reviews (If I get any. HOPING!) be as mean as you want cause Idontgiveaflyingfuck.

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Chapter 1

It was a cold winter at Hogwarts. Hermione Granger was in the middle of her seventh and final year when it happened.

She was headed out the door of her potions class when her new teacher, Mr. Covurn asked her to stay back after class.

She kindly obliged, being the Gryffindor Princess and all.

"Ms. Granger. I am very intrigued by your essay." He said as she sat down in the seat in front of him.

"I thought I did very well on that essay. Is there something wrong with it?" she asked him worriedly. As the brightest witch of her age, Hermione had a reputation to uphold. And she wasn't about to let one lousy essay bring it down.

"No my dear, it's quite the opposite. I thought it was a brilliant piece of work. I was thinking of making a small paper for the school of example papers that the students could write. Seeing as some of the grades are quiet low this year," he said, as if he had been at Hogwarts for more than half a year. He pulled out his wand under the desk quietly and made the air in the room colder.

He moved over to the love seat in his office as Hermione turned to him. "What does that have to do with my essay?"

"Well I figured one might want to ask before putting a student's paper in a, well, paper. Maybe you wouldn't want it there."

"No it would be fine I don't mind." She said shivering.

"Oh my dear, are you cold?" he conjured up a blanket and set it on Hermione's shoulders. He then scooped her out of her chair and stared at her hungrily.

"Mr. Covurn, what are you doing?" she asked squirming.

"Ms. Granger, I would like to show you something."

"And what would that be?" she asked angrily.

"My bedroom." He said with an evil grin.

He brought her up the small staircase that led to his room. Hermione looked at his large bed with disgust. He tossed her on it and took her out of the blanket. She tried to make a run for it but he caught her round the waist and put a binding spell on her.

"Can't have you doing that love." He said. "Now, there ar some unforgivable curses I know. One I don't want to use. Another would be painful if you don't do what you are told. And the last one I could use, but it would make a sloppy job, and it's no fun when you are doing something like this."

Hermione's eyes widened and she squeezed them shut. A single tear dripping down to her ear.

"Don't cry love. I know what I'm doing. I'm going to take this spell off of you. Try to run and you will get it." He waved his wand over her body and her shoulders relaxed. He straddled her legs and took off his shirt. Then he put both hands on each side of her so she couldn't escape.

"Take off my pants."

Hermione was frozen with fear. She had never done anything like this before. A little snogging and fingering with Ron and Viktor but nothing else. Her virginity had never been touched. Now she was scarred.

"Hermione," He said. He was starting to get impatient.

She clenched her fists and shook her head. She had gone through hell and back with Harry and Ron, no way was she going to give up without a fight.

"Love, I don't want to hurt you."

She shook her head. He raised his left hand and backhanded her like she was nothing. Tears threatened her eyes but she held them back. She was not going to break down.

"You are making this difficult for us love." He said. He reached for his wand and pointed it at her. He muffled a quick silencing charm. "Crucio," he whispered.

Hermione tried to scream but nothing came out. Her breaths came in faster as the curse went on. When it stopped, she let a small tear go she reached for his belt. Then she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down.

"And those."

She gently slid down his unmentionables and looked away.

"Go ahead. Look at it. Touch it."

She took a quick glance and turned away. It was hideous.

"Don't make me grab my wand."

She looked at it again. Not thinking about it she poked it.

"You can do better than that I hope."

She gently stroked it, causing it to go hard. He lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Then he slowly began to enter. Pumping back and forth in her, she looked away. Tears started to flow and she couldn't do anything. She was helpless. She wished that someone would come. Anyone. She didn't care if the Dark Lord (if he were still alive) came through, at least someone would be here to stop this.

After a while, Mr. Covurn collapsed on the side of the bed. "You may go now." She jumped out of the bed and ran across the room. She had reached the door when Mr. Covurn said "Hermione," she looked at him with sorrow. "This will be our little secret." He put his finger to his lips. The she bolted out of the room before he could do anything else.