• 1-Prologue
• 2-No Escape
• 3-Guilt
• 4-No One Cares
• 5-Regrets
• 6-Prisoner
• 7-Confessions
• 8-Sweet Dreams
• 9-Leaving
• 10-Decisions
• 11-In Control
• 12-Possession
• 13-Epilogue

A/N: Before I give you the next chapter, I'd like to thank anon for the constructive review. I took many of it into consideration and realized how much what you said was true. However I assure you that this story will definitely not follow the lines of 'And then Hermione had an orgasm and fell in love with him' because first of all that's absurd (however funny that line may be if the situation were otherwise) and second, I may be a young writer but I'm not that naive. Though love is a complicated matter that happens so suddenly one doesn't realize how they fell or what had happened, it doesn't at all justify loving your rapist which, again, will not happen. However what will happen is something that by reading the story you will understand.

Also thanks to ElvenDemagogue and Frosty for the inspiring review. I will continue writing. It's readers like you that inspire me to continue. I only read two rape fics in my life which happen to be on this site... But I do know there are more and getting popular. How sad. Also don't worry... Love... No. That's not plausible at all. *goes to look word up* Ahh that's what it means. Hehehe I said I was young didn't I? lol

Angle #4 I didn't forget you either. Thanks a bunch. It may be my first post on AFF but I've done tons on FF. Would you like to check it out? Lol sorry for the advertisement.

Before you readers go ahead and read this, I warn you that many scenes, thoughts, and actions may not seem believable. Maybe that's because I never, fortunately, was a victim of rape, nor did I know anyone that did. I empathize with those who have experienced either (being raped and/or comforting one that had) and it makes me think how simply sad it all is. How mean and cruel this reality is. The point Ited ted to make earlier is, though as much as I'm trying to make this touch upon reality so it's not farfetched, this story may at times touch aspects of life which you may question. All I ask of you is stay patient and I shall explain it all in the future. That said, here's the next chapter:

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Delightful Pain

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Chapter I: No Escape

Her POV:

"Actually Granger, I don't think I'll ever stop," he purred, blowing air into my ear. He grabbed my hips and pushed me up against the wall and I bit my lip from screaming in pain for the walls were rough and stony and the bruises on my back were hurting as though a thousand needles were pricking into my skin. He took a hold of my hands tightly so I wouldn't try to get away. I tried to get him to cease, but he just wouldn't.

He pushed his weight against my body, lowering his head to meet my lips in another bruising kiss. I didn't fight it knowing full well there was no point. My protests would only provoke him to cause me more pain. At least now he was being a bit gentler. He delved his tongue through my teeth, exploring every crevice of my mouth with force and brutal power. He drew back for air and continued to kiss down the length of my jaw, my chest rising and falling rapidly in fear that he would attack me anytime soon. He began sucking the junction of where the neck meets the shoulder, biting down hard and drawing circles around with his tongue, my mouth letting out low whimpers of pain and something else I had hoped I wouldn't feel...a teeny bit of pleasure. No doub was was good at what he did no matter how forceful and painful his sexual ministrations would be and my body would obviously react positively to his touch. Not all of his touches, but the simpler more carefree ones.

His bites were hard and I clenched my fists each time, the veins in my hands nearly popping out of my skin as he licked his way down to my collar bone and lower, stopping at the tops of my breasts, my half-buttoned white school shirt not allowing him to go any further. His fingers ran along my torso, slowly undoing the remaining buttons. I put my hand over his to stop him, knowing full well that he would be angered but we were in a public place. An alcove by the dungeons at around 11 at night. He had cornered me here seeing as how I had patrol duties. "What if someone sees?" I asked him, hoping to Merlin that someone would indeed stumble upon us and inform someone. Anyone so this torture would end.

"No one will nor can," was his only reply and he tried to push away my hands, but for some reason I didn't move them though I knew it would be futile to stop him now of all times. "Granger," he warned but I didn't heed him. I didn't want to do this now. At least in my room I would be able to have the comfort of my bed to cry in to sleep but now I'd have to make the long journey to the Head rooms in all my pain. I don't think I'll be able to make it there alone.

He was being much more gentler all this time but now he became enraged, pinning his leg between my thighs and raising me a bit further and he swooped down and gave me a brutal kiss, biting hard down on my lip. Hard enough to draw blood.

Trembling I tried to calm my nerves and I moved my hands away and allowed him to continue to undo the buttons of my shirt. Each time one was done, he would kiss me hard and then move on to the next button, licking the blood off my lips when he reached the last one.

"That's a good girl," he said when I didn't protest any longer. "For that we need a reward," he said, a devilish smirk across his face. I dreaded that look for it would only mean one thing...reward for him but punishment for me.

I shut my eyes and braced myself for the next pain that would tear me in two.

"No. I want you to open your eHHermione," he said in false swees. Rs. Reluctantly I obeyed not wanting him to get mad at me. "Get down on your knees," he ordered. I stared at him blankly for a moment or two until he impatiently repeated the order.

In the end I gulped and he allowed me to walk in front of him and I kneeled down on my knees in front of him, expecting the worse.

Instead I wasn't met by a blow as I thought I would but I still shut my eyes and expected a whip to come out of no where and begin it's brutal torture.

It never came.

"Open your eyes, Granger," he said and I did looking up at him. "Didn't you ever do this before?" I didn't know what he was talking about so I shook my head and he smirked smugly. "Well then I suppose I'll teach you," he announced. "Take of my pants," he ordered and with shaky hands I did what I was told not wanting to go under his wrath. My trembling fingers undid his zipper and then tugged on his school pants bringing them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and I looked up at him, swallowing a large gulp of fear. "Take off my boxers too." I did what I was tolryinrying my very best not to look at what lay under them. But I didn't have a choice now did I? Despite my efforts, I came face to face with his enormous cock in all it's glory. "Grip me. Not hard though. Soft yet firm," were his next orders and I did what I was told.

I was kind of shocked that he would make me do something so private with him. If I were to want it, I would be able to hurt him pretty badly at this very moment, make him dance to my tunes but he trusted me. Indubitably he wouldn't allow such a important part of his body be in my hands? But here one moment he was violating me, the next telling me to give him a blow job. What does he want me to be? His sex slave?

Perhaps when he reaches to his peak, I'll leave him there. Yeah that's what I'll do, I confirmed in my mind. However these rebellious thoughts shouldn't enter my mind now of all times for when have I ever tried to stop? The first day, yes but not really, and after that...? Never. Saying 'no' was not in my vocabulary at the moment even if my mouth longed to say those words. T>

He took my hand and guided me to stroke him. His member grew larger and longer with my strokes and he was sighing in contentment. Pretty soon I was kissing and licking the head, as his member grew even more larger in my hand. I was to take it all in my mouth now and I figured that after a few seconds I would leave him there and make a run for it. Freedom. I wanted it so badly.

"Suck it Granger. Take it all in," he hissed. I took it all in my mouth, his hard yet somehow soft member resting on my tongue as I sucked. He took a large intake of breath and my pink velvety tongue ran along the underside of his prick. Soon, getting the hang of it, I tried using more creative methods, my head bobbing up and down his shaft. His hands tangled themselves into my hair and getting ever so excited, he rammed his cock so it hit the back of my throat, fucking my face. All my plans of leaving him in the process had gone down the dump, his hands having a painful grip on my head and my eyes widened in panic. Each time his head reached the back of my throat I was about to gag and move away but he was getting pretty engrossed in his own pleasure right now and I couldn't do a thing but then he slowed down and became gentler, perhaps as to not kill me yet.

In the end I decided to close my eyes but before I did, I looked up and my eyes caught Malfoy's gray ones. He looked so vulnerable there like that, his normally bloodless face was flushed and I couldn't help but want to smirk now knowing his one weakness.

He reached his climax sooner than I thought and shot his cum into my mouth and I nearly gagged. "Swallow it all up," he ordered me in a strained voice and I tried all I could, some of his cum dripping down my chin and between my breasts. After he gained his normal heartbeats, he released his painful grip on my hair and let me go and I scrambled into the floor, crawling a bit back so my back hit the wall and I closed my eyes, blinking back my tears.

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The shower head was turned on, and I slipped out of my clothes and stepped inside the white marble shower, letting the water pound on my back. I was wincing as the water stung my cuts and beat down on my bruises. Water and blood mingled on my body and it poured down onto the white marble. I could see the blood mixing with the water running downabusabused body. My palms were up on the tiles, my hair under the shower head letting the water cool me down. I used soup next, scrubbing my body from the filth, wiping away all traces that he had touched my body.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the white tiles, wincing a bit as the coldness of the titles hit my back. A memory of the first time he came to me, about 2 weeks ago, flashed through under my eyelids.

[Flashback]

Momentarily forgetting past memories that would come to haunt me. I jumped into my new bed with a grin on my face that I didn't have for quite some time. Studying my ass off all these years had their advantage. At least now here I was as Head Girl in my own room with a giant bed all to myself. Pulling the covers over my baby blue shorts up to my stomach, I held my book up and began to read my new book. It was quite a hit in the U.S. by the famous author Dan Brown and the book was called the Da Vinci Code. It was great. I just couldn't get enough of it. The chapters were short and I kept on telling myself just one chapter more and I'll stop. I said this to myself over and over and now I'm already more than halfway through and I had begun only about 3 hours ago.

Books. They were my only source of survival. A place far in my subconscious where the outside world would drift away and I wouldn't need to think of anything else. I wouldn't need to live through the memories of losses that would just tear me apart. Or the facts of life that I never really was able to accept.

Suddenly a noise from outside my door, pulled me out of my thrilling book. Adrenaline pumped through my body madly, my heart thumping fast, my chest rising and falling, rising and falling. I slammed my book shut and placed it down on the bedside table and swung my legs out of my sateen sheets, my feet dangling over the edge of the bed. The door creaked open without a warning and I quickly grabbed my wand from the bedside table and held it out in front of me so I could be ready for the intruder.

If only I had such good reflexes before. Then perhaps I wouldn't be here all alone and wouldn't need to find solace in imaginary places found in books.

A dark figure peeped through the door. "Tsk tsk tsk, Granger," I heard the taunting voice of a boy I knew and hated all too well.

"What do you want?" I retorted, loosening my grip on my wand a tiny bit, but keeping it still out in front of me.

I heard him chuckle and without a warning I heard him say, "Expelliarmus," and without my consent my wand slipped out of my fingers and into the grasp of my enemy.

"What the hell?" I yelled, jumping out of bed, not caring that all I wore was an almost see - through tank top with matching shorts. I saw his gray eyes look my up and down, a smirk playing at his lips which made me aware of myself and I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my breasts. "Get out," I hissed. "And give me my wand back," I demanded.

I saw him chuck my wand behind him, out the door, and he stepped inside my room and shut the door behind him, locking it with a few spells. At this point I was beginning to panic, but I didn't give him the pleasure to see me scared. Instead I stuck my chin out and cocked an eyebrow. He approached me, his tall height of 6' 1' towering over my small frame of 5' 3'. I could see his well defined abs through his tight black shirt and his green boxers resting dangerously low on his hips.

He trailed a long finger down my cheek to my jaw and I drew back in disgust. "Do you really wish to know what I want?" I didn't answer him yet he said the answer to his own question anyway, "I want you," he hissed and began his torture, brutally pressing his lips on mine. Pulling away didn't help, for his hands already held me up close to him by wrapping themselves around my waist. My hands beat down on his chest, yet he continued to kiss me, his tongue plundering through my mouth.

I'm not really sure what happened after. Whether or not I said no. Whether or not I asked him to stop. I do remember not kissing him back and pulling away but those words never reached my lips for he gave me no opportunity to do so.

Kisses, caresses, then blood, a searing pain and cries. Echoing cries drumming into my ears.

[End Flashback]

I shook myself out of my thoughts and I stepped outside, turning the water off and walked over to the full length mirror. My reflection brought more tears to my bloodshot eyes and I grabbed my wand and began to perform numerous healing charms, my body relaxing as some of the pain disappeared momentarily. Next I used concealing charms that would hide the bruises that were too much for my healing charms to fix and would cover up thekeyskeys from anyone who might see.

Brushing my teeth furiously, I wished to rid all taste of him out of my mouth. I was so disgusted, so mad yet helpless. I couldn't do a thing to stop him from coming.

Tell a teacher? Are you insane? I'd be killed if that happened. Besides there's no point. Harry and Ron are gone. No longer with me. No longer am I with them. What else do I have left? Why fight when life took away everything? Life took my reason to live.

He took away what was left of it. My innocence, my reputation, my pride. He even took away my will to live. I should've died. Maybe that would be better, but I'm a coward. No that's not it. I'm not a coward. I guess I'm still waiting for that day when this would stop. Maybe some day he'd see there isn't anything left in me and he'll stop coming. Let go. There's still hope... Somewhere.

No. Who am I kidding. This will never stop because I would never say 'no' and he would never get the message.

Not saying no my fault. But it was his fault for being a such a monster that feed on my cries, my blood, my pain.

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He came again that night. But this time I made a plan. I now knew his weakness. If perhaps I continued to cooperate and even put effort in pleasuring him, perhaps I could run away by catching him off guard. My plan seemed dumb but it was worth a try.

I still didn't understand why I just didn't tell him to stop. I mean I doubt that would help at all, but still at least it would be better than running away from him. If after saying no, he would still continue then I should formulate a plan. However that's the problem. I'd rather run away than say 'no.'

He was pleased to see me in my bed, wearing only a white bra and matching knickers. I could feel his piercing gaze travp anp and down my body. I tried not to roll my eyes in disgust.

"Ready for me my dear?" he purred.

I only nodded my head, not trusting my voice. He quickly took my wand from the bedside table and threw both his and mine out the door and into the bathroom.

He discarded his clothes, one by one. I could see how excited he was that I would finally cooperate and not struggle. The bulge in his pants were enormous and when the last of his clothes had left his body he jumped on top of me, hungrily kissing down my neck. It was soft this time. I could even say it was pleasurable but I didn't let that get to me. He continued to rub himself against me, his tongue swirling around my neck, sucking it at times. My breathing quickened and for the first time it wasn't for fear but something else. I had to remind myself that this was the same man that took my innocence with brutal force and that was kept my mind from not straying away from the objective.

With shaky hands, I stroked his flaxen hair and he looked up at me, his expression from startled to pleased. I gulped and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head off my neck and trembling, I kissed him, hoping to Merlin that I would succeed. His tongue entered my mouth and he let out a pleasurable moan, his calloused hands excitedly playing with my breasts through the lacy material of my white bra.

Though I denied it then, I could tell I was liking this gentle side of him. He never kissed me so softly. Usually by now my lips would bleed, my breasts would be black and blue but it wasn't the case. Was this what I needed to know before? I had heard of his groupies. How they would cling to him, begging for his touch. I couldn't believe that they would actually want this foul excuse of a person to actually pleasure them but now I knew. He was very skilled and very good... now that I was kissing him back. Perhaps like those other girls, after I would like him back, he would leave me.

I suope ope so. Maybe I wouldn't need to say no after all.

His tongue battled with mine and I actually pushed his head further to my mouth, tilting my head to the side, allowing him more access. It the event of trying to please him, I actually moaned.

He removed his lips from mine and began kissing down my jaw to my neck down to my breasts. I arched my back to allow him to take off my bra and he happily did so. Finding more courage and strength I decided to push him down on the bed and crawled on top of him. I would use his weakness to my advantage today. Hopefully in the middle of pleasuring him, I would be able to make a run for the bathroom, grab both his wand and mine and run to a professor. To hell with everything. I had enough. Maybe I didn't have the courage to speak, but I had the courage to 'do.'

I smirked down at him and kissed down his chest, running my hands up and down his hard sculpted chest. Though I hated him to death, I admired how good his body looked. Like a Greek God. Perfect.

My tongue ran down his chest, my thumbs rubbing around his nipples. I bit hard on one of them, revenge for pinching mine. He groaned out and grabbed my hair and pulled me back for another kiss. This one was a bit more brutal but I could live.

I pulled back and continued to kiss down his torso and reached a fine trail of blonde hair around and under his navel. My hands reached down and squeezed his package, stroking it, feeling it grow in my hand. His lessons proved to be useful and I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around. I held up his hands so he wouldn't grip my hair and continued with my work, his breathing quickening, his moans echoing through the room and bouncing off the walls. He was close now. I could feel it. Now was my chance.

I moved my mouth away, jumped out of bed and bolted for the bathroom door. Yes. I was close to freedom now. Any minute now I would be inside the room and free. He noticed my absence and stretched out his hand but I took no notice. The only words in my head were:

I would be free soon.

My breasts freed from my bra were bouncing up and down, slowing me down, yet I was close to my destination. My fingers were touching the door and I turned the knob and swung it open, yet as soon as it did it shut right back on my face. I turned the knob frantically but it was locked. I turned around to see what made that happen.

There was a flash of light shooting from the blonde's outstretched finger. He could perform wandless magic. The bastard.

I swallowed a large lump of fear and stood there trembling, waiting for him to come and punish me. I shut my eyes and felt his hands around my waist bringing me closer to him. His chest rose and fell as he chuckled. "You think you could get away?" he hissed.

I was shaking in his grasp and shut my eyes tighter. I winced as I felt his breath at my neck.

"There is no escape from me," he breath in my ear.

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A/N: So end Chapter One (the previous one was a prologue.) Reviews are what can get you the next chapter. Since I already have up to 8 chapters written down, it's your gain by reviewing and your loss by not. I'm doing some editing so that content will change.

You see, I have this story (a different and earlier version) still being posted in FF.net but ever since another story of mine was deleted by the Admin. due to 'inappropriate content' I realized that there is a slight chance this story, as well, would be deleted if I'm not careful on that site. Therefore, after being advised to have something on this account, I posted a different version of this. Many things between the one in FF and in here are different. Changes include how long she was getting sexually violated, the real story behind it, her thoughts and feelings, the whole 'not saying no' thing (that wasn't at all in that version), the role Harry and the gang play, etc.

So I ask those of you who hadn't read this before, not to go and check that version for only confusion shall be the result . However I wouldn't mind if you read my other stories there. A link is (and there will be spaces since I'm not sure if this site is link-friendly) www. fanfiction. net /queenofserpents

Lol, I can't believe I'm actually advertising. How pathetic. Anyway please review! Only having received one is quite demoralizing. So a few more wouldn't hurt you know!