A/N: Alright, so this is my second story, which is finally getting to see the light of day- er, the Internet. Like Enough for Now, this will be dark. The prologue does contain a rape scene, which I've now gone back and marked. Let me also just take a second to let y'all know that Ron will be thoroughly bashed in this one so, again, don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything; I'm just playing on J.K. Rowling's playground!

Enjoy!

After digging through Harry's trunk for what felt like forever, he finally found what he was looking for: the Invisibility Cloak that they had used on so many of their adventures. It had been useful during their time at Hogwarts in the destruction of Voldemort, but tonight, he had a much different need for the cloak. Ronald Weasley was on a mission, and he'd be damned if the only thing that stood in his way was getting caught out after curfew.

The school was more or less back to normal after the Final Battle, and they were back to complete their Seventh year after months on the run. The night was cold, which was normal for December nights in Scotland. Shrugging on the cloak and trying not to wake Harry, Ronald slipped out of the Gryffindor tower and out into the corridor. Shivering in the cool air, he began to make his way towards the Arithmancy classroom.

Upon reaching the small alcove about halfway between the two, Ron settled into it and waited.

Nearly twenty minutes later, he caught sight of her. He knew she'd stayed late to do some extra work with Professor Vector, so she'd be a little tired and not paying as much attention as she normally would. The fact that she couldn't see him helped, too.

As she made her way past the alcove, he stepped out quickly and grabbed her from behind, quickly Silencing her. She was fighting back, and hard, but he held his own and dragged her into the little niche before casting a Silencing charm on the alcove and removing hers.

Before removing the cloak, he cast a quick Incarcerous. Knowing there was nothing she could do, he revealed himself to her. Hermione's eyes widened in shock.

"Ronald! What do you think you're doing?"

***Don't read this part if it'll bother you***

If she'd been able to move, Ron knew that she would've hexed him. Feeling his anger burn through him, he hit her hard across the face.

Her head snapped back against the stone, and blood started trickling down her face. He hit her again and again, controlled by his rage. Breathing heavily, he looked down at her, feeling satisfied with the bruises that were already starting to form. As his hot anger faded into pure malice, he began tracing circles on her arms with his hands before allowing them to move to her breasts. He was pawing at her like a wild animal, squeezing and tweaking hard through her shirt and bra.

"'Mione, you have too many clothes on. I think we should fix that, don't you?" he murmured in her ear.

She shook her head violently, her big eyes holding back tears. Smirking menacingly at her, her lowered his head and began to kiss down her neck, holding her as she thrashed against him. He Vanished all but her undergarments before pulling away to run his eyes hungrily over her body.

"I've wanted you for so long, "Mione. All you did was pull away, even though you knew what I wanted. Why would you do such a thing? Were you teasing me? Or was I just not good enough for you?" He shook his head. "No matter. I'll just have my way with you here and now."

"How dare you? Get your hands off me and let me go!"

Her eyes were full of fear and loathing, and she was still fighting him. That just wouldn't do. Catching her off guard, he unclasped her bra and tore off her knickers before moving to suckle at her chest; her squirming was making this much harder than it should be, and Ron was becoming quite frustrated.

Continuing his ministrations, he raised a hand up to wrap around her throat, and he pressed hard. She was gasping and trying desperately to pull away, but she eventually stopped moving. He looked up at her face again, happy to see those tears falling down her face as she tried to regain her breath. He pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his manhood, which was painfully hard from her suffering.

"No, no, no, Ron… please, please don't do this to me!"

He laughed menacingly. "You bitch! You don't get to keep yourself from me any longer. I will have you, Hermione Granger, whether you like it or not."

Suddenly unable to wait any longer, he threw her up against the wall and thrust inside her. Ron's length tore through her barrier mercilessly, and he pounded hard and fast against her. She was dry, but so tight; he almost couldn't stand it.

She was screaming now, and he felt a thrill rush through him, knowing why she was crying out. It was turning him on, and each scream made him thrust even harder. He was breathing heavily and he was sweating bullets, but he didn't care.

He didn't last long before releasing inside her. He pulled away and let her fall to the floor, delighted when he saw the blood pooled between her thighs. Redressing himself, he watched as she trembled on the cold ground. Her shaking really pissed him off; she'd always been so weak. He kicked her hard in the stomach, relishing how she gasped as the air was knocked from her. He continued to do this before he grew bored.

"Put your clothes on, 'Mione. You're such a slut, sitting naked in the corridor.'

She had the audacity to glare at him before spitting at his feet, and that pushed him even farther over the edge. She was panting hard, moaning in agony. Ron twirled his wand between his fingers before pointing it at her.

"Crucio!"

His ex-girlfriend was writhing and screaming in such intense pain that it didn't take her long to piss herself. Ron laughed, but decided that he wanted to do it again.

This time she began heaving. Knowing he didn't want to stick around to see her vomit, he pulled the cloak back on and fled.

***It's over now***

He made it safely back to Gryffindor tower, put the cloak back in Harry's trunk, and climbed into bed, fully pleased with himself. That would teach the bitch to leave him.

A/N II: Like I said, it isn't pretty. It will be, though... eventually. Please let me know what you thought; all feedback is appreciated!

I think this one will be updated every Sunday. I've been pretty good about weekly updates so far with my other story; let's see if I can handle two at once:)