Short Stories

Her Dark to His Light

Final part to Darkness, and Light. Triggers, attempted rape.

As a Victim Advocate, I feel it is my place to say that no man or woman has the right to force themselves on you or anyone. Please if you or anyone you know has been hurt in anyway please talk to someone. If you feel you have nobody, you are wrong. You have me! I am only a IM away. Again, IT IS NEVER YOUR FAULT! They chose to violate and hurt, it has nothing to do with you.

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Always_Hufflepuff

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"I will get you out of here. Just give me two days."

Hermione wanted to die. This time there were no healings with soothing words. Only pain.

Everytime the dungeon door would open Hermione would curl into herself. Knowing that pain would soon come.

Severus said it would take two days to get her out. She had no idea how long it has been sense that day. Everytime that door would open, despair was creeping in, her hope sliping away.

He wasn't coming for her, it had to have been over two days now. Her hope was lost, darkness now consumed her.

"Well, well, well"

A voice she hadn't heard before came from the door.

"You sure are a pretty little mudblood."

Hermione quaked, those words brought fear.

He brought forth the light in the dungeon. Her eyes remained closed, this time she wanted to remain in the darkness she was used to.

She felt cold finger along her arms. They sent chills to her veins. Her light sobs echoed throughout her stone chambers. She knew what he wanted, something she had held on too. Something that will be forced, and not lovingly taken.

"Such a beauty, such a pretty little whore."

Hermione whimpered as he tore open her shirt. His hands grabbing at her chest, ripping her bra away causing her to scream as straps dug into her shoulders before they finally gave way.

"Your fear smells so good."

The man laughed, as he bit at her tender skin. His hands roughly crushed her breast, his nails clawed at her nipples.

Her body fought back as her mind slowly pulled away. Her flight response pushed forward, the animal part of her brain trying to get her away from the danger.

She heard a crunch of cartridge, pain burst through her fist. She had hit him. Quickly scrambling away from the man on top of her.

Her eyes popped open, and she ran for the door. He had left it open. Her feet moved her forward, her body seeing the chance to get away.

Long strong fingers wrapped their way around her ankle. Her body lurched forward, her hands and arms thrust in front of her breaking her fall. Bones crunched, her wrist snapped, agony shot through her arm.

"Now you are going to pay mudblood."

He pulled her body across the rough floor, the rock digging into her flesh across her chest.

He sat on her thighs, his knees on each side. He pulled her hair, her scalp stung at the tight grip. Her neck stretched, eyes closed, the new and old wounds on her cheat tore open when her skin was pulled taught.

"You have been a bad little slut. Time to play."

He scrambled off her legs and pulled her up by her hair. The pain through out her scalp felt like fire. He shoved her against the wall, her head met stone with a thick crack. Her sight went blurry. A heavy fog settled, causing her to stumble. Her sight compromised because of the hit to the head. She tried to shake it off, but that caused pain to slice through.

He locked her wrists to the shackles on the wall. Her broken wrist, throbbing as both arms held her weight.

She could feel his presents as his eyes roamed her body. He stepped up to her, pressed his body against hers. He smelled, it burned her nostrils and her throat. He smelled of coppery death.

His hand slithered down her body. With each touch she wanted to burn his touch off of her. She was dirty, nothing would be able to clean her.

He pulled her jeans off her hips, then off her body. She heard and felt it as he ripped her panties off her. She hung there naked, her body and mind shutting down. Giving up.

She heard the zip of his pants, and a grunt as he pulled his member out of its confinement. Her body convulsed knowing what was going to happen next.

"I can't wait to tear into you. To make you bleed."

"Please, stop."

Her last ditch effort to make it stop. Was met with a snicker.

"Funny little mudblood cunt."

He bite her chest, she could feel as his teeth broke the skin. She screamed, as he tore his mouth away.

Again he laughed, spit landing on her face and chest.

He pushed her hips back against the wall. She could feel the tip of his dick try to push through her mons.

Then it was gone, his body and hands were no longer against her. A click of the cuffs and she began to fall towards the floor. Arms grabbed her before she fell completely.

Cloth covered her, her body relishing the warmth. No longer fighting to stay erect, her body went limp, she felt safe.

"Sleep you are safe."

She felt the pull of apperation. The last thing she thought before she gave in to sleep was, he smells of sage, parchment, ink and dusty books. Her amortentia.

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Okay that one is a bit darker then I thought it would go, so I apologize somewhat but apparently that is how the story needed to go. I am thinking of building on this story. It just won't continue here if I do. Let me know if you would like to read more.

My recommendation is a great Drarry one shot called Finding Potter

Written by ShiloQuetchenbach an amazing author that you should really check out.

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Always_Hufflepuff