Some Secrets Should Be Told

A/N- Here's the next chapter! This one includes violent rape, and there is two guys.

Eppie- You need to keep in mind that this is NOT canon and it's very OOC. You're right though, I do think I understand Hermione's POV better, but It's important to see Dracos also. From now onthe chapters will be alternating between Hermiones and Dracos. Just so you know. He doesnt *want* to 'own' Hermione, and he's definately not going to manipulate this situation, you would have to be a serious cold hearted bastard to do that.

Oh yes, this chapter is short, but stong.

Shannon xoxox

Chapter 6: Silent Screams
Hermione’s Point Of View

I did not like that experience at all. Malfoy...fucking Malfoy. Ohh I hate him so bad. My mind is screaming at him, my feet are taking me to the un-known.

I'm not really focussed on anything except getting myself far away. I hear people trying to talk to me, but
I'm just running. When the cool air finally penetrates my foggy mind, I realize I'm outside, and I cringe. Why here? I take in my surroundings and realize that I am in the very spot where it happened just last week.

I turn to leave and that’s when I find out I've got company…

Company in the form of Harry and Ron. I step back impulsively. I scream loudly, but I find that I suddenly have no voice. They've silenced me! I try to run; I make it about five feet when I'm thrown back onto my ass. I start frantically searching for my wand, and my heart plummets. It's on my bedside table. I didn't expect to be leaving the safety of my Common Room.

I look up through wide eyes, and see Harry and Ron advancing.

"Incarcerous" Harry mutters and ropes fly out of his wand. They snake around my arms only, tying them tightly behind my back. I feel my body vibrate when I whimper, but no sound emerges and I feel trapped.

The fact that Ron is here too makes it that much scarier. How was he convinced to join this terrible act? He moves forward, grinning eerily. I flinch away when Ron reaches out to touch me, but there is only so far back I can go until my body is pressed firmly against the ground.

"Hey, sexy," Harry murmurs. I can feel the tears burning down my cheeks now.

"Don't cry, baby," Ron whispers, and I look at him in shock. This is sick!

Harry leans in and kisses me forcefully, shoving his tongue inside my mouth. I almost gag because of how disgusting he is. Harry reaches down to my pyjama shorts and pulls them over my hips and down my legs. He picks me up and my shorts fall off of my feet. He easily moves me towards the wall, leaning me against it with my legs on either side of his body. Hands bound, crushing against the stone walls of the castle, I vaguely notice how he isn't hitting me tonight. Could he notice the Glamour Charm?

He reaches between our bodies and touches my clit, hoping to get a reaction out of me. He stops after a moment and frees himself from his pants.

I'm not that girl anymore. Now I'm floating above everybody, watching this dark haired boy raping this poor girl. I can tell she's in anguish; her face is glimmering with tears, and it’s twisted in pain. I watch him lean in and bite her hard on the side of the neck. I'm shocked that I can feel it too. The dark-haired boy stops, and looks over his shoulder at the ginger-haired one. They must be exchanging words, but I can't hear them. The redhead smiles and nods excitedly. He comes forward, freeing his hard cock from his pants as he does.

The girl seems to be weak, or fainted. No, she’s awake. The dark-haired boy heaves all of her weight onto himself and pulls her away from the wall, all the while still inside of her. He turns her and the redhead approaches her from behind. He touches her bare ass, and has a look of great appreciation on his face. The girl is now facing the front of the castle, she should be able to see the lake, if she’s looking.

The redhead penetrates her body forcefully without any kind of lubrication. Again, I am shocked that I can feel the ripping of her skin. This position works well for the boys. The redhead is taller, and the way the poor girl is leaning over the brunet is very beneficial. Her head is thrown over the side of his right shoulder, and I can see the tears leaking out of her eyes, dripping off of her chin.

I want to help her. I look wildly around myself. I see someone in the distance. I try shouting, but my voice isn't working. He has blond hair, and he is definitely watching. Why doesn't he come and help the girl? I look back down at the three teenagers beneath me.

The two boys begin thrusting in time with each other. Both of them look like they are enjoying themselves, and the look upon both faces is sheer ecstasy. The girl’s arms, I notice, are tied behind her back. Suddenly the brunet grabs her face roughly, and I can feel his fingers on my own cheeks; he pulls her face in front of him and I can tell that he's coming. He wants her to look into his eyes. When the dark-haired fellow pulls her back, she sinks even deeper onto the redhead’s cock. That seems to be more than he can take. He comes, and it seems very forceful. His mouth is open and it looks almost like he's shouting.

I look at the spot where the blond boy was standing, but he isn't there anymore.

I look down into the girls face, and I realize with horror that the girl is me!

I rush back into my body just in time to be thrown to the ground. I hit it hard and feel a jarring pain. Harry walks up to me; I can't help but flinch away a bit. "Remember, Hermione. Quiet" He takes the ropes off of me and walks away, with Ron in tow. Before he gets around the corner, he turns to me and flicks his wand. The silence is overtaken with muffled crying.

I stay here for a few minutes, crying and letting Harry and Ron get a head start. When I'm sure they're far enough away, I crawl to my pyjamas and pull the shorts back up my legs. I stand up and walk with great care. I feel the fluids all over my body, but mostly on my ass. Before I get around the castle, I put my hand down the back of my shorts and touch it. I pull my hand up from beneath and look at it.

Blood.