For Unexpected: Aging Evil of Love and Power

I know the topic needed to be touched with more sensitivity and for what happens in Chapter 1, it is a consequence or what could happened, not a for sure reason that leads all to that state.


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PROLOGUE: Sounds Of The Unknown

Draco Malfoy grabbed Hermione Granger's arm and yanked her down onto the floor, as she tried to get away.

"Get off me!" Hermione shrieked. "Let go of me!"

Draco glared at her with his piercing grey eyes. "Shut up, Mudblood!" he hissed.

Hermione scrambled to her feet and tried to release Draco's grip on her. She was in tears with the struggle. Why won't you let me go? What have I done? She gasped for breath and felt the cold, chilling air being gulped plunged inside her body. Hermione shuddered.

They were in an open area in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere. Hermione did not know where she was; only Draco did. He had taken her here. He had tricked her into coming here, through a Portkey. It was all Draco's fault - and she...for her own stupidity.

Hermione had been so gullible to believe that Draco had changed over the summer, that he was a new person. She had not believed a word Harry and Ron said, when they tried to warn her. Hermione had now done the worst thing she could: fall in love with the enemy. She could not remember much of how it happened, but it did. Day by day, it was killing her and controlling her. It was not like love anymore, just obsession and infatuation. Her desire and craving for him were enormous as if she was a vampire, hungry for blood. Hermione lived on Draco's love, soul and being, and, it ripped her out, tearing every fragment of her existence, slowly. It was torture and it hurt, it was painful...so, very, very painful!

"NO!" Hermione screamed in Draco's face. "I will not shut up, I will not, I will not, I will n -"

SLAP! The stinging sound of Draco's forceful hand on her pale cheek echoed throughout the cold air. Hermione stopped screaming and struggling. She ripped her arm from Draco's grip and sat there on the spot, huddling her legs against her body, trying to trap out the cold air closing in around her. The mark of a red handprint glowed on her right cheek and did not fade.

"There, there, you're quiet now, that's a good girl," Draco said to Hermione as if she was his pet dog.

Hermione used all her willpower to stop herself from spitting in his face; it was ever so hard to resist the temptation.

Draco hauled Hermione up onto her feet and dragged her all the way across the desolate area. He stopped in front of an old warehouse, took out his wand, muttered an incantation, and dragged her in. The place was dusty and old; piles of rubbish laid everywhere...broken planks of wood, smashed glass littered the place. Hermione suddenly felt herself being thrown and hurled across the small room, and she landed hard on the floor, small fragments of glass cutting into her hand as she pressed down on them. I do not care for this. I want pain. Something to take me away from this misery. I want to die... Oh, I want to die so much.

Draco walked over to Hermione sprawled on the floor in her Hogwarts uniform. He loomed over her with her underneath him. He bent down and hissed into her face, "You deserve this. You know you do. And, I'm going to be the one that is going to make you pay the price."

"I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this. I don't care for this. I don't care for this," Hermione whimpered to herself repeatedly.

Draco slowly reached out his hands towards her school jumper and he ripped it off with all his might. He heard Hermione gasp. She was frozen in terror, she could not move. She was glued onto the spot. Draco, he was going to, going to, going to... Draco looked up from her torn jumper and smirked at her. He was enjoying himself immensely. He had so, during the past week. Tricking the Mudblood, who would have thought the most intelligent witch in the year, could be so stupid? Draco yanked her skirt down and threw it behind him; he did the same to her socks and shoes, until he was left with her shirt. He smiled with glee; he slowly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it behind him.

Draco stood up and slowly started undressing himself in front of her. Watching the fear that flickered in her eyes and he loved it! He was basking in her fear. He felt so powerful! When, he was completely undressed, he hauled Hermione into a sitting position and unclipped her bra letting it fall down her shoulders before pulling that off and throwing it behind him. He whistled to himself at the sight. Draco took off the only garment she was still wearing, which were her knickers. He smiled to himself.

Draco leaned threateningly over Hermione and starting doing the most torturous things to her body. He was touching her and feeling her and Hermione felt so dirty and scared. Then, Draco went onto doing what he had been waiting to do all night long: rape. Draco Malfoy was raping Hermione Granger. How she hated him! However, she knew deep inside that part of her still loved him, this was not the real him. Hermione felt so stupid and ashamed. She squirmed and withered in agony as she felt Draco inside her, invading her privacy. It was tearing her apart. How she hated him!

Hermione bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from screaming out and dug her nails into the cuts the glass had already made in her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying her best to block out all that was happening around her. Hoping she would die on the spot, to die, not to be saved. She would not be able to live on...