Darkness Consumes

This scene contains child rape, just a warning!

Prologue

Hermione had the time of her life. None other than Viktor Krum had asked her to the Ball, and she was very flattered that he had asked her of all people. He wasn’t that bad, and he liked her, that much she could tell. All in all it was quite wonderful. She had danced, and danced almost until her feet dropped. She had also made Malfoy shut up, which was the primary goal of the evening.

She had not got into trouble once. Even Snape seemed to smile at her. She was almost floating on air until she sat down to talk to Ron and Harry after dancing particularly energetically with her date. She couldn’t believe his attitude. Why couldn’t he just accept the fact that she could actually make friends outside Gryffindor? Harry had kept pretty silent during the ordeal, which infuriated her more. Couldn’t he speak for her, just once? It wouldn’t hurt him to occasionally say what he truly feels about her, would it? He speaks out enough about Snape, and he hated Snape!

The evening deteriorated from then on. She tried to enjoy herself but the feel of Ron’s eyes on her spoilt it for her, selfish prat! Then Karkaroff turned up and ordered Viktor to bed in the Bulgarian tongue. Hermione could sense that Viktor’s teacher didn’t like her very much.

She then decided to re join Ron and Harry although she wished she didn’t. Ron began to yell at her in front of the rest of the party poppers. He embarrassed her in front of everyone, she got so angry she just ended up yelling at Ron and Harry and told them go to bed. She then sank on the stairs in despair. Her hair was beginning to fall out, and her mascara was running down her cheeks. Her feet were killing her in those high heels she had insisted on wearing.

She was sobbing her heart out and rubbing her sore feet. She had no idea how she was going to get to Gryffindor Tower with these sore feet. She shrugged her shoulders and decided she just had to. She was about to get up when Mad Eye Moody limped into view.

“Miss Granger,” he said. “You all right?”

“I’ll be all right, Professor,” Hermione replied. “Thanks all the same, sir.”

“Teenage boys are the worst,” Mad Eye said. She smiled. “And don’t hold out the hope that they’ll get better. They won’t.”

“You and Professor Snape should have a coffee morning together someday,” Hermione said dryly.

“Oh, I plan to,” he said.

Hermione smiled. She was trying to steady herself enough to get her shoes back on. She winced with great pain.

“Well,” she sighed. “Good night, Professor.”

“Oh, why don’t you come to my office?” he asked. “I am sure it is slightly nearer than your Dorm?”

“It is,” Hermione agreed. She could really talk to someone older right this moment in time.

Mad Eye supported her as best he could and they both made their way to his office. No one thought it weird that a Professor was holding up Hermione, she was Teacher’s Pet after all. He opened the door to his classroom and they walked up the stairs to his office. She noticed all the weird and wonderful objects placed in there. She began to name them all one by one. Mad Eye smiled.

“Oh, you are a clever Missy and no mistake,” he said.

“Thanks,” Hermione replied. Mad Eye poured some sherry out for her. “Oh no, I don’t drink alcohol.”

“Come on, you need a shot of sherry,” Mad Eye said. She took it and looked at him. “I thought you said never to accept a drink from someone you don’t know.”

“You trust me don’t you?” Mad Eye asked. Hermione looked at him and smiled. She took the sherry glass and began to sip it. Mad Eye was looking at her intently. “Drink it all down in one gulp.”

Hermione furrowed her brow but decided to do as he said. She felt her limbs numb after she had drowned the contents of the glass. She smiled weakly. Mad Eye looked at his watch and shook his head.

“What are you expecting, sir?” Hermione asked. Her vision had become blurry; she was confused. Did Mad Eye’s eye just pop out? She wasn’t sure but it seemed that his hair had grown back and was thick and lustrous. He had shrunk to; he was thinner in the face and body and much younger to. He was good looking. Hermione felt her head sway. He handed her another drink and swigged it down her throat. Her sight had gained better vision and she was face to face with a man that couldn’t have been more than ten years older than her. A very handsome young man at that!

“Who are you?” Hermione asked. Her voice had a rather faint quality to it.

“The stuff of dreams,” the man said. “Hermione,” he said leaning forward and stroked her hair behind her ear. “I am a young man and you’re a young woman.”

“I’m only just fifteen,” Hermione replied hazily.

“What is age?” the young man replied. “Besides, you look like a woman. You have the body of a woman, and you have the mind of a woman. You’re practically a woman.”

Hermione felt her head drop slightly. Her brains felt slightly fuzzled and her senses seemed to leave her.

“You’re a teacher, aren’t you?” Hermione asked.

“I am also a man with feelings,” the man said. “I’ve been keeping my eye on you, Hermione, right from the Quidditch World Cup.”

“Who are you?” Hermione asked. “Please, tell me your name.”

“My name is Bartemius Crouch,” he said. “I’d like it if you called me Barty though.”

“I should be going,” Hermione said.

“Oh no, Hermione, I am not going to let you go,” he said. “Not until you give me what I want. Hermione, you are an extremely pretty woman. It would have been so wrong to leave you alone on those stairs weeping.”

“Please, sir, let me back to the Tower.”

“No,” he said. “No, Hermione. It is rare indeed for me to be near an angel.”

Hermione’s vision had cleared. She also felt her senses come back. She had got up but felt her legs flail beneath her. He caught her in his arms.
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked.

“Taking you to bed,” Barty replied. “Oh you are definitely going to be my reward for all that I am doing.”

Hermione looked at him. “You’re a...?”

“Ssh,” he said putting a hand over her mouth! “Hermione, don’t you think it could be good between us?”

“I’m still a child,” Hermione said.

“You don’t feel like a child to me,” he whispered in her ear. “You don’t look like a child.”

“I can’t,” Hermione said. “I can’t; not with you.”

“Come on,” he said putting her on the bed. He laid her on her back and clambered over her. “I can do this.”

“I can’t, please let me go I promise I won’t tell,” Hermione said. “Please, just let me go.”

“It’s not about you telling people,” he replied. “It’s about you becoming a woman and me making sure that I am the man that does make you a woman. You are so beautiful; and you’re near enough a woman.”

Hermione tried to keep her arms by her sides. She turned around and looked into Barty’s eyes. She frowned. He stood up and took his trousers off and looked deeply into her eyes. She turned around not wanting to look at this strange man naked.

He lifted the skirts of her dress up and parted her legs to view her maidenhead. He smiled as he lowered himself on top of her body. He smirked as he stroked aside a coil of brown hair aside from her face. He tilted his head to one side and captured her lips with his. Hermione struggled to get him off her but he placed his arm across her chest and pinned her to the bed.

“Get off you bastard!” Hermione spat.

“No,” he growled. “No, I won’t. Don’t you think that I can like you like this? Don’t you think that I can love you? I am only – what? 10 years older than you.”

“It’s wrong,” Hermione said trying to bat his hand away from her breast. She wasn’t successful. He squeezed and pinched her nipple and it hardened. He grinned evilly as he ripped her dress to shreds and took in her breast in his hot mouth. Hermione had given up struggling. She resorted to sobbing as this man began to abuse her body with his hands and mouth. He ran his hands down her developing curves and stared at her hungrily.

He spread her legs further apart and raised them so that he could give her the ultimate humiliation. She covered her face with her hands; she had now lost the energy to cry.

He took her hands away from her sobbing face and tilted her chin up so that her eyes could meet his.

“Listen, Hermione, I am not supposed to like your sort. I am supposed to be reviled by you but I am not, I am enchanted by your exquisite beauty and power. I want to save you. My Lord has promised me a reward. I have chosen you as my reward.”

Hermione spat in his face. “I don’t want to be a reward! I want to be a person!”

“Sorry,” Barty said coldly. “Did you say, person? You’re sort aren’t allowed to be considered people. But for that I like you. You’ll have to put up with it I’m afraid.”

He grabbed her arms and pinned them over the top of her head. He had her right where he wanted her now. He began crawling all over her body: sucking, licking, and kissing all over her helpless body. She wanted to scream. She was about to but Barty could sense that. He picked up some shred of her dress and placed it in her mouth and tied it around the back of her head.

“This will teach you to openly trust people, won’t it? I bet you wished you kept quiet around those two fools you hang around with; I can’t understand why a beautiful, intelligent woman like yourself would put up with a pair of prats like those two anyway. The way they reacted to the Veela was absolutely pathetic. I even heard you mutter words to that effect.”

She began to struggle more underneath. She wanted to manoeuvre her knees in such a position so as to kick him in the balls. But he was too strong for her.

“Gods, woman, you are quite feisty aren’t you? The defiance in your eyes proves that. I can’t believe you are so fiery.”

Hermione glared furiously at the man above her. He sniggered and smirked at her struggling body. It only served to arouse him more. He looked down at her vagina and fondled the soft pubic hairs.

“Here I come, Hermione, ready or not!”

Hermione rolled her head to one side and rolled her eyes. She looked at her tormentor/rapist after a moment of two as he thrust deeply inside her. The gag prevented her from screaming. He continued thrusting harder and faster into her. Her eyes squinted as she tried to fight the tears back. She was in so much pain and she felt humiliated.

“Now,” Barty said smoothly. “This is the last one.”

He thrust so deep and so hard into her that she felt she would never be well again.

He got off her body coolly and hitched his trousers up and buckled them up.

“Most interesting,” he said. “Maybe I should give Gryffindor a hundred points. I would minus a hundred because you did give me a bit of trouble.”

Hermione curled up in a foetal position. She was bleeding and in absolute agony. She tried to cry but she had lost enough dignity as it was. The office door opened. Hermione looked up and Snape stood there.

“I knew it!” he hissed. “I would turn you in now Crouch!” He couldn’t see her.

“Ah, is someone scared to get rid of their comfortable standing here?” Barty mocked.

Snape pushed Barty aside and saw what had happened. Hermione closed her eyes.

“You animal!” Snape snarled. “I don’t know what your purpose is here, Crouch, but I will find out.”

“You’ve always been a nosy parker, haven’t you, Snape?”

Snape curled his lips before turning to Hermione. He bent down and stroked her face and looked into her eyes.

“You shall be avenged, Miss Granger, I’ll make sure of that.”

He picked her up effortlessly after wrapping her up in his cloak. She laid her head against his chest but was wary all the same.

“Do what you will, Snape, she’s mine now. Isn’t it bad etiquette to steal another Death Eater’s reward?”

Did I hear correctly? she thought.

“We’ll see about that!” Snape exclaimed.

He carried her out of the office giving Barty a filthy look first. He took her to the Hospital Wing. As she lay sleeping after taking some strong pain-relieving potion Severus Snape sighed. It’s Lily all over again! He thought. In an uncharacteristic gesture of kindness he reached out and rubbed her hand.

“I will avenge this wrong, somehow!” he muttered with determination.

A/N - I had a vision of this in my head and like all visions I had to write it, besides I've got quite a thing for David Tennant.