Stolen Innocence

A/N: Just a warning, this story was first posted before the last book, so it is not compatible with it.


Chapter One

Hermione sat alone in her room at The Burrow, tears flowing down her face. He'd done it again. Why did he keep treating her like this?

Everything had been so perfect when she and Ron had began to date. She'd been so happy. He'd asked her out the night after Dumbledore's funeral when they'd been up all night talking. It'd seemed as if things were finally going to start to go right for her. She even gave up her precious virginity to him, which she had once thought would never happen. Everything was great for the first month and a half,and then things got ugly.

It started with the yelling. She'd tell him no, and he'd yell. He'd call her names, tell her how lucky she was to be with him. She shrugged this all off, everyone being well aware of Ron's temper. Besides, she loved him, she could take a little verbal abuse. He was worth it,afterall.

But then it escalated. Ron began drinking, having become legal age to do so. Hermione discovered that his temper became worse when he drank. The two got into a little row one night, Hermione deciding she'd had enough of his constant bashing of her.

"You know what Ron, I can't take this anymore!" She had shouted, glad she always cast a silencing spell when the two were alone.

"Well you're gonna bloody well take it, not that you can get any better you great book worm." Ron shouted back, grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her hard into the desk in his room.

"You pushed me!" Hermione said in disbelief, staring at a red faced Ron. Sure, he'd always threatened to hurt her, but he'd never actually tried.

"Very observant,n ow don't piss me off anymore, or I'll right do it again."

She'd decided then that she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to tell someone, but she couldn't, Ron had a kind of hold on her. She both feared and loved him at the same time. He was just an angry person, that's all.

But the worse things got, the more depressed Hermione became. Ron had convinced her that she deserved what she got, and that she couldn't get anyone but him. So she stayed, not telling anyone of the pain he was causing her, both emotional and physical.

But tonight, it had gotten even worse. Hermione had been sleeping alone in her room at The Burrow, having gotten one when she'd come for the summer (her parents had gone backpacking through Europe and she hadn't wanted to leave the Wizarding World at such an awful time). Then she'd heard someone enter quietly. She grabbed her wand and cast a silencing spell, knowing it was Ron.

Really, she wished he hadn't come in. She knew he'd want to get intimate, and she really didn't feel like it, she was dead tired. But she knew better then to deny him her body. Ron closed the door behind himself and made his way over to her bed. She smelt the unmistakable scent of firewhiskey on his breath and clothes as he neared. He stumbled slightly before he got to her bed, then he clumsily got on top of her. She pretended to be asleep, sometimes he got tired of trying to wake her and gave up. Tonight was different.

Not even caring whether she was awake or not, Ron grabbed her roughly and tore off the old Quidditch shirt of his she wore to bed everynight. She gasped out loud, opening her eyes to look at the remains of the shirt. He didn't even seem to notice this. His hand snaked betweem her legs, grabbed at her shorts. Becoming scared, Hermione closed her legs tight, not wanting to be with him when he was like this. He tried a few more times to get between her legs, but she just kept closing them. Ron got angry. He slapped her hard across the face causing her to feel unshed tears sting her eyes.

"No, please Ron, don't." Hermione sobbed as he removed her shorts. He slapped her again, hard. She held in the tears, not wanting him to see just how weak she was. She tried to push him off as three of his fingers entered her, thrusting hard, stretching out her tightness. He ignored her dry sobs and pleas, as if he couldn't even hear her. He slapped her again, trying to shut her up. She had the feeling he was so drunk he couldn't speak.

After Ron had stretched her out for a few minutes, he removed himself from the confines of his pants. Hermione cried out louder, shouting at him to stop. She tried to close her legs again, but his strong hands spread them so wide she could feel the tendants straining.

"Ron, no ,don't, I love you, please don't." Hermione begged at he positioned himself at her entrance. Out of panic, her legs began to kick at him, trying anything to get him off her. She drew the line at forced rape. She wouldn't let him take her dignity from her, not like this.

Hermione's foot made contact with his nose. Ron clutched it with his hand for a moment before turning on her. He raised his fist, his knuckles crashing into her eye. Her vision became clouded and her head dizzy. Then everything was black.

When Hermione came to, Ron was thrusting roughly into her, her legs still in his grip. She felt powerless, weak. She couldn't do anything. He was too strong.

When he was finished, Ron came inside her, then pulled out and got up. He kissed her hard on the lips, putting as much love into the kiss as he showed for her. He then dressed himself and left.

Hermione had sat, petrified after he'd left. What if he came back? After nearly an hour, the tears had began to flow. She couldn't understand why he'd done this to her. She thought he loved her. How could anyone do anything like this to someone? She cried herself into a dreamless sleep.

Around ten o'clock, someone gently knocked on Hermione's door. She rose slowly and covered herself with her blankets.

"Yes?" She asked in a voice hoarse from crying the night before. Ginny poked her head into the room just as Hermione covered herself with her blankets.

"Mione, the letters have arrived. They're keeping Hogwarts open!" Ginny told her, not sensing the other girl's pain.

"That's great Gin, I'll be down in a minute." Hermione replied, putting on one of her fake smiles. It still amazed her how well she could hide her pain.

"You okay, you look like you had a real rough night." The younger girl asked.

"Oh no, I'm fine. I was just up late touching up my homework." She reassured the girl, silently reminding herself to do as she said she had.

"You work too much, Hermione. It's gonna kill you." And with that Ginny left the room. Hermione smiled at her comment,s ure that her work habits was not going to be causing her harm.

Hermione quickly dressed in her conservative clothing, Ron didn't like her to show anything off. Not like she had before, but she understood, he was just protective, he didn't want to lose her. So she went along with what he said and how he thought she should dress. She made sure to cover all the bruises with a glamour charm she'd read up on. With the charm on her, no one would be able to see the effects of her relationship with Ron. At least, not the physical ones.

As Hermione made her way down the stairs, she could smell Mrs. Weasley cooking breakfast. She lingered at the top of the stairs, savouring the smells. As she entered the kitchen, she saw Harry and Ron reading over their Hogwarts letters while Ginny helped her mother with the cooking.

"Morning everyone." Hermione greeted them, pecking Ron on the cheek and taking a seat across from him.

"Morning." They all replied. Harry handed Hermione her letter. She opened it, reading it over. All the normal things, books needed, new safety measures, and how McGonagall was going to be the Headmistress. Then she came to a final letter within the envelope. It was bulky and slightly heavy, and was specially addressed to her in what looked like Dumbledore's writing.

"What's that, Mione?" Harry asked,eyeing the envelope. Ron looked over too, then glanced in his envelope to see if he got something similar. Hermione opened the letter up slowly, her hands shaking. She knew what it was, but she couldn't believe she'd actually gotten it. Her eyes widened as she read over the enclosed letter out loud.

"Dear Miss Hermione Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been elected this year's Head Girl position at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is your official Head Girl badge. Along with your prefect duties from the previous year, you will no longer have a curfew and will be sharing the Head's Quaters with the new Head Boy. Further details will be shared with the two of you upon arriving on September 1st. Congradulations from all the Hogwarts' staff. We know you will make us proud,

Albus Dumbledore."

The whole room was dead silent as they all hung onto her every word. When she finished, Ginny squealed with pleasure and hugged her tight. She smiled a real smile for the first time for nearly two months.

"Congradulations, dear." Mrs. Weasley hugged her as well. Harry patted her warmly on the back, but Ron hung back, a slight scowl on his face.

"I just can't believe it, I'm actually Head Girl!" Hermione exclaimed after everyone but Ron had congradulated her. She glanced over at her boyfriend and raised her eyebrows.

"It's nothing," He told her, then added. "I just wonder who's Head Boy then." They all muttered an agreement and Hermione felt her stomache sink. He sure wasn't happy about her sharing quarters with some other guy. This was not going to go over very well.

To Be Continued...

Well,hopefully people like this. It's way different then my other stories, but I've been reading things somewhat like this plot and they're so good, so I thought I'd give it a try. Besides, I just had to write a sick story. Let me know what you think by reviewing, I'll be updated again within a little bit because I don't want to forget my plans for this story. I'd love some reviews though.

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