Disclaimer: These are J.K. Rowling's characters. Anyone you do not recognize is mine. I am making no money off of this, it is purely for my own pleasure. Do not sue.

"No." Lily Evans whimpered, shrinking away from the hot groping hands of Zachariah Euan. "Please, leave me alone."

          "I have wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you." Zachariah breathed. He cornered Lily against the wall and his hands ran lightly down her waist, fondling her curves. She flinched as he pressed his hand hard against her pelvis. Her reaction pleased him and he pressed her harder against the wall, his beady black eyes leering at her.

            "No, Zachariah. Please." She begged, tears starting to flow. He sneered at the girl's tear-stained face and tossed his light brown hair out of his eyes.

            "You have denied me too long." He picked her up and threw her on the bed. She tried to sit up, fight him off but he sat down on her chest, his knees on either side of her, pinning her arms to her sides. His weight was suffocating her. This is not happening. No, he is not about to do what I think he's going to do. Lily screamed silently in the recesses of her brain. Pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the door. "Colloportus." He muttered and the door swung shut. Then, with a sick grin on his face, he released his weight from her chest and as she sat up, gasping for air, he pointed his wand at her hands. With a loud bang, thin cords wrapped around her wrists and he directed the tip of his wand to the bedpost. The cords then attached themselves to the bed posts, binding Lily tightly and securely. She struggled against her bonds but it was useless. They were too strong.

            "Please. No." Lily whispered. Her heart was pounding. He had snuck up on her in the library, taken her wand and ordered her back to her dorm under pain of torture and death if she refused to comply. What she should have done, she scolded herself, was hex him right then and there but he'd already proved to her before, that he never went back on his word.

            "Shut up, Mudblood." He slapped her across the face. "Diffindo!" He pointed at her robes and with a sickening sound, they tore apart. He flicked his wand to the corner of her bedroom and the scraps of fabric flew away from the bed, landing in a heap. He stared at the swell of her breasts, only covered with a thin satin camisole and underneath that, a cotton bra. With a growl, he threw the wand down, and used his hands to rip the material from her body, bit by bit. Then, he worked his way down, pulling off her skirt, tearing the waistband and popping buttons in his haste. Finally, he peeled her underwear off, slowly, torturously, drinking in the sight of her naked body stretched before him. He sat down on her stomach, his back to her face and with his fingers, explored her. She squirmed futilely but this only seemed to please him; she could feel him hardening. With sudden, jerky movements, he flung his robes off, then his shirt and lastly, his knickers. Forcing her legs apart, he lowered his face between them, moaning at the sensation of her skin. A flash of anger shot through her body. Who was he to order her about and tie her up to take advantage of her? Who did he think he was? She kicked out, her foot made contact with his face and he gave a loud shout of mingled surprise and pain.

            "You are a dirty great bastard, Euan. Go- To- Hell!" With every word, she lashed out at him, kicking him wherever she could reach. Her last kick ended with a groan of pain and he jerked off her, clutching his crotch. His nose was bleeding and there were bruises on his chest and stomach. He put a hand to his nose and when he saw the blood that stained his fingers he turned to her, eyes ablaze with a wild madness.

            "You're going to regret that, Evans." He snarled. And for the first time she began to really fear for her life. Then the fists came, fast and furious. He hit her mercilessly and when his fist made contact with the side of her head, stars burst before her eyes and she slowly slide into a deep, dark hole.

Lily woke, a few minutes after she was knocked out, with a small gasp. Zachariah was inside her now, pushing himself in and out, grunting occasionally. She struggled even harder, tears once again springing to her eyes from the pain he was causing her. She'd never slept with anyone before and it hurt especially. As he drove into her, again and again harder and harder, she could feel a rush of warm, sticky blood. After what seemed like forever but in reality was only a few moments, he came and went slack.

            "Awake, love? How nice to see you back in this world." He leered at her, his lips curling off his teeth.

            "Get off me." She snarled. It did nothing to suppress the smile on his face but he obliged. Pulling himself out of her, he rolled off her body. He picked up his wand and used it to summon his clothes, which he put back on. With one last wave and a jaunty smile, he swept from the room. As soon as she was sure he was gone and wouldn't come back, Lily wept, curled in a fetal position.

A/N: Ok, this is my first fiction. I don't mind reviews. Please tell me what you think. I know it's not very good but it's only a rough draft. Suggestions are HIGHLY welcomed.