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A/N: You will probably see in this story that most chapters begin with a diary entry from Hermione. This may answer questions and give you an in- depth feel of what happens in her life. A quick summary: Hermione is in 6th year and goes home for the summer. However, her Uncle is there and he rapes her one night. Hermione is scared and fearful of any male, including her own father, Harry, Ron and even Dumbledore. She doesn't know who to turn to. Then Harry and Ron find out, and although they keep the secret are disgusted and shocked that Hermione didn't tell them about her life over the summer. They try desperately to help, but it isn't much. She is left pretty much on her own, in 6th year, with limited friends that understand what she is going through. But then she meets a Slytherin. A blonde haired, pureblooded Slytherin and things begin to change. But are these changes for better or for worse? Only reading, replying, writing chapters and time will tell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Dear Diary,
I can not stand my Uncle. He came in to my room again tonight, like last night, and again I stared at the ceiling. I can't say no because it will only hurt more, but I can't tell anyone because I will get scorned and punished and my Uncle will get revenge. What am I to do? Thankfully, I am back at Hogwarts in two, glorious days. Ever since Uncle (I call him Uncle because he doesn't like his first name apparently, so I don't know it.) came to stay really early last summer he comes into my room and, well, I can't write it down, it hurts to much. Basically he abuses me, sexually, physically and emotionally. I was about fifteen when he moved in, 'bout sixteen now and I still hate my body, hate my mind, hate myself! I still can't believe that over a year later no one knows except him and me. I suppose the other amazing thing is that I haven't gotten pregnant. Haven't heard much from Harry and Ron all summer. As I say, two more glorious days and I am back with them. I just have to cope tomorrow nights torture, and it is not delicious torture, it is torture beyond anyone's wildest dreams. I suppose that the thing that hurts most is not the thought of it, but the scars that he emotionally leaves. I can't even look at a guy the same way now, not even Harry and Ron, even poor Dumbledore. But the abuse isn't the only thing that tests all the agonies in my body. It's the beating he gives me after if he didn't enjoy it enough, which is most nights. I try groaning, and everything he says that really invites him but it never seems to please him. The other night I just came right out and said, 'What really 'turns you on''? and he looked at me and replied scornfully, 'A woman that doesn't fight. She just submerses under the pain and enjoys it. I suppose I also enjoy the woman being alive as much as me, and enjoy being 'played with'. But most girls like you or younger, just.give in. They know that they are defenseless. But you, 'Mione, you are something special. Your virginity has been punctured so many times that in my mind, there is no such thing as virginity. When I hold your breasts, hear you groan in what I take as pleasure and go in for you life you ought to enjoy it.' And he beat me worse because I had asked a question. Tonight I lay under the bed, completely naked and waiting. He opened the door and shut it, locking it in his wake. He crept to the other side of the bed and climbed in, taking off his dressing gown. I stared straight at the ceiling as he got in and rolled on top of me. He fondled my hair and he made me look at him. He pushed himself up to me and the pain seared through my body. But my breathing quickened and he played with me some more. After he had finished about an hour later he sat next to me, looking at me thoughtfully. 'What's the matter, 'Mione? Would you like to have a go with your Uncle again?' but before I could reply I was on top of him. He drenched me in kisses and pain writhed through my body, much, much worse that the Cruciatus curse. When he had finished I asked him another question, 'Why do you do this? And why do I try to please you and you just beat me harder?' He looked at me, as though thinking of a clever answer. 'You want to know why I enjoy this? Because of you, Hermione! Your body is a machine, it is an amazing thing! And I do it because I think that you need to know what it is like, to feel someone in love with you. As for pleasing me, you do. I just wish you would relax more. I beat you so that you can understand that until you relax, I will continue to be painful. Unless you relax, nothing will change.' Then he beat me, and left. He does it because he thinks he is in love with me? I nearly snorted. But I must go, I must get some sleep, because otherwise I will be to tired and he will not be pleased. I do not want to be beaten, but I don't know what to do. Lots of Love,
Hermione xoxoxoxo
Hermione folded up her diary, tears in her eyes as she read over what her Uncle did to her. She hated him. Hated him! For everything he did. Muttering a simple spell to make her diary invisible, Hermione put it in her trunk to take to Hogwarts. She switched off her lamp and struggled into some clothes under the bed. She fell into an uneasy sleep, one filled with her Uncle on top of her, under her, in her and mocking her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the wooden shutters and beams fell onto a young girls face. She stirred and woke, realised what day it was and jumped out of bed. She was going back to Hogwarts! Away from her Uncle for another year! She felt like dancing as she jived into her clothes and packed her trunk. Not long later, she had her trunk in the car and Hermione and her Uncle were in the car driving to London station. Curse her mum and dad for an early appointment! Curse them! The drive to the station was quiet and uneventful. But when they got their, Hermione's Uncle pulled into a parking space around the back of the station. He pulled her over, into his lap and stroked her hair. Hermione shut her eyes, feeling her Uncle's hand grope her breasts tenderly. She shuddered and he released her, hit her across the cheek and pushed her roughly out of the car. She hauled her trunk out of the car and was closing the door when her Uncle called out to her. "Hey 'Mione!" he yelled. She turned slightly around. "We had fun didn't we, when are you coming back next? I can't wait to long, otherwise other young girls feel the pressure. Oh, and I must ask. Have you ever thought of becoming a prostitute? You are so good at the pleasure you give me!" he grinned menacingly. Hermione paled and shut the door with a disgusted look on her face. He drove off, blowing kisses and waving. Hermione did a little jump when he drove off and she dragged her trunk down to the station. No one noticed her slip into the bathroom and put on some powder on the ever-coming purple bruise. She continued to take her trunk to Platform 9 ¾ and got through with no trouble. Grabbing her robes, wand and diary she climbed on board, not bothering to look for Harry and Ron and slipped into the corners of an empty carriage. No one noticed when she began writing in her diary. She didn't know what to write so she started at the beginning. A/N: Next chapter coming real soon. Hope it is ok. I suppose I made it R or PG - 13 + because I thought it was a bit graphic. You see?
A/N: You will probably see in this story that most chapters begin with a diary entry from Hermione. This may answer questions and give you an in- depth feel of what happens in her life. A quick summary: Hermione is in 6th year and goes home for the summer. However, her Uncle is there and he rapes her one night. Hermione is scared and fearful of any male, including her own father, Harry, Ron and even Dumbledore. She doesn't know who to turn to. Then Harry and Ron find out, and although they keep the secret are disgusted and shocked that Hermione didn't tell them about her life over the summer. They try desperately to help, but it isn't much. She is left pretty much on her own, in 6th year, with limited friends that understand what she is going through. But then she meets a Slytherin. A blonde haired, pureblooded Slytherin and things begin to change. But are these changes for better or for worse? Only reading, replying, writing chapters and time will tell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Dear Diary,
I can not stand my Uncle. He came in to my room again tonight, like last night, and again I stared at the ceiling. I can't say no because it will only hurt more, but I can't tell anyone because I will get scorned and punished and my Uncle will get revenge. What am I to do? Thankfully, I am back at Hogwarts in two, glorious days. Ever since Uncle (I call him Uncle because he doesn't like his first name apparently, so I don't know it.) came to stay really early last summer he comes into my room and, well, I can't write it down, it hurts to much. Basically he abuses me, sexually, physically and emotionally. I was about fifteen when he moved in, 'bout sixteen now and I still hate my body, hate my mind, hate myself! I still can't believe that over a year later no one knows except him and me. I suppose the other amazing thing is that I haven't gotten pregnant. Haven't heard much from Harry and Ron all summer. As I say, two more glorious days and I am back with them. I just have to cope tomorrow nights torture, and it is not delicious torture, it is torture beyond anyone's wildest dreams. I suppose that the thing that hurts most is not the thought of it, but the scars that he emotionally leaves. I can't even look at a guy the same way now, not even Harry and Ron, even poor Dumbledore. But the abuse isn't the only thing that tests all the agonies in my body. It's the beating he gives me after if he didn't enjoy it enough, which is most nights. I try groaning, and everything he says that really invites him but it never seems to please him. The other night I just came right out and said, 'What really 'turns you on''? and he looked at me and replied scornfully, 'A woman that doesn't fight. She just submerses under the pain and enjoys it. I suppose I also enjoy the woman being alive as much as me, and enjoy being 'played with'. But most girls like you or younger, just.give in. They know that they are defenseless. But you, 'Mione, you are something special. Your virginity has been punctured so many times that in my mind, there is no such thing as virginity. When I hold your breasts, hear you groan in what I take as pleasure and go in for you life you ought to enjoy it.' And he beat me worse because I had asked a question. Tonight I lay under the bed, completely naked and waiting. He opened the door and shut it, locking it in his wake. He crept to the other side of the bed and climbed in, taking off his dressing gown. I stared straight at the ceiling as he got in and rolled on top of me. He fondled my hair and he made me look at him. He pushed himself up to me and the pain seared through my body. But my breathing quickened and he played with me some more. After he had finished about an hour later he sat next to me, looking at me thoughtfully. 'What's the matter, 'Mione? Would you like to have a go with your Uncle again?' but before I could reply I was on top of him. He drenched me in kisses and pain writhed through my body, much, much worse that the Cruciatus curse. When he had finished I asked him another question, 'Why do you do this? And why do I try to please you and you just beat me harder?' He looked at me, as though thinking of a clever answer. 'You want to know why I enjoy this? Because of you, Hermione! Your body is a machine, it is an amazing thing! And I do it because I think that you need to know what it is like, to feel someone in love with you. As for pleasing me, you do. I just wish you would relax more. I beat you so that you can understand that until you relax, I will continue to be painful. Unless you relax, nothing will change.' Then he beat me, and left. He does it because he thinks he is in love with me? I nearly snorted. But I must go, I must get some sleep, because otherwise I will be to tired and he will not be pleased. I do not want to be beaten, but I don't know what to do. Lots of Love,
Hermione xoxoxoxo
Hermione folded up her diary, tears in her eyes as she read over what her Uncle did to her. She hated him. Hated him! For everything he did. Muttering a simple spell to make her diary invisible, Hermione put it in her trunk to take to Hogwarts. She switched off her lamp and struggled into some clothes under the bed. She fell into an uneasy sleep, one filled with her Uncle on top of her, under her, in her and mocking her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the wooden shutters and beams fell onto a young girls face. She stirred and woke, realised what day it was and jumped out of bed. She was going back to Hogwarts! Away from her Uncle for another year! She felt like dancing as she jived into her clothes and packed her trunk. Not long later, she had her trunk in the car and Hermione and her Uncle were in the car driving to London station. Curse her mum and dad for an early appointment! Curse them! The drive to the station was quiet and uneventful. But when they got their, Hermione's Uncle pulled into a parking space around the back of the station. He pulled her over, into his lap and stroked her hair. Hermione shut her eyes, feeling her Uncle's hand grope her breasts tenderly. She shuddered and he released her, hit her across the cheek and pushed her roughly out of the car. She hauled her trunk out of the car and was closing the door when her Uncle called out to her. "Hey 'Mione!" he yelled. She turned slightly around. "We had fun didn't we, when are you coming back next? I can't wait to long, otherwise other young girls feel the pressure. Oh, and I must ask. Have you ever thought of becoming a prostitute? You are so good at the pleasure you give me!" he grinned menacingly. Hermione paled and shut the door with a disgusted look on her face. He drove off, blowing kisses and waving. Hermione did a little jump when he drove off and she dragged her trunk down to the station. No one noticed her slip into the bathroom and put on some powder on the ever-coming purple bruise. She continued to take her trunk to Platform 9 ¾ and got through with no trouble. Grabbing her robes, wand and diary she climbed on board, not bothering to look for Harry and Ron and slipped into the corners of an empty carriage. No one noticed when she began writing in her diary. She didn't know what to write so she started at the beginning. A/N: Next chapter coming real soon. Hope it is ok. I suppose I made it R or PG - 13 + because I thought it was a bit graphic. You see?