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UPDATE: Hey!! This is the first chapter, but I added a little bit to the rape scene... enjoy! Well... enjoy it as much as one can enjoy a rape scene...
"Do you take this Ronald Arthur Weasley to be your magically wedded husband," Dumbledore asked.
"I do," Hermione said.
"Do you take this Hermione Anne Granger to be your magically wedded wife," Dumbledore said.
"I do," Ron said.
"By the power, vested in me, by the Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride."
The wedding theme played as Ron and Hermione grinned at each other, then kissed passionately. Molly and Lauren Granger wept into kerchiefs, and the crowd clapped wildly. Then, the bride and groom strode down the aisle; hands entwined, grinning identical delighted grins. As they strode out of the church, Ron caught sight of Harry, his best mate, his best man, snogging the plant lady in the corner of the church. Ron shook his head. Harry sure had changed since they're sixth year, when they defeated Voldemort.
Now, Harry was just all snogging and shagging, no matter who it was. Ron had to face the fact that Harry just wasn't Harry any more. They were still best mates, but there were just some things they couldn't talk about any more.
But today wasn't the day to be thinking about Harry. Ron turned and looked down into the loving eyes of his wife, his soul mate. She looked so perfect. She wore almost no makeup; soft, wavy hair with tiny flowers magicked on, and had put up a great fight not to use Sleakeazy's Hair Potion, before she finally caving to his mother. However, he noticed that her hair was starting to bush up again, and the soft waves were getting a little too much volume in them. But this only served to make her gorgeous in Ron's eyes.
Hermione noticed Ron's eyes were clouded over as he looked down at her. He was probably thinking about Harry again. She glanced over to the corner where Harry and Melinda were looking disheveled, to say the least, and were sneaking into the women's bathroom. What happened to sweet, modest, and noble Harry? Hermione thought.
Fame and power, happened, A voice inside her head said.
This was true. After defeating Voldemort in they're sixth year, Harry let his fame get him any where he wanted to go, including in girls' knickers. Harry turned into a regular 'player', as her American cousin called him.
Harry sat in the loo, with the women asleep next to him. It was a dark day for him, Hermione and Ron's wedding. He knew now that his heart, if not his body, wanted Hermione. And Harry Potter always gets what he wants.
It was time for drastic measures.
The happy couple ran out of the chapel as bubbles were blown at them from friends and family alike. They got in the back of Dr. Alan Granger's limo, as everyone laughed and waved. They kissed as the limo drove away, with cans clinking behind them, and 'Just Married' written on the back windshield in a charm that looked like Muggle window paint.
Harry emerged from the chapel and watched, full of jealousy as the happy couple sped away. How dare they marry before him? How dare Hermione choose Ron over him? He was Harry bloody Potter, for Gods' sakes! He was The-Boy- Who-Lived AND The-Man-Who-Triumphed!! And what was Ron? He's just a dirt poor, meager, half-assed excuse for a wizard. He was only good at two things: Quidditch (he was a brilliant chaser, even Harry had to admit it), and making Hermione happy (no one made Hermione smile like Ron). Harry's eyes were full of fury and jealousy. Why couldn't he have gotten married today? Bugger. All he got out of today was a skanky plant lady. Or was she the caterer? It didn't matter. Only one thing could make Harry feel even remotely better, and she wasn't it.
Hermione and Ron were cutting the cake. It was pure agony for Harry. The sight of them laughing, having fun, and being in love made him utterly sick to his stomach. And he had to sit here and pretend to be happy for them. He readjusted his fake smile. No need to make people suspicious. His eyes bored into Hermione, who was laughing with cake and frosting hanging from her nose, and Ron, who also had a cake and frosting nose job. Then, Hermione took a piece of cake, put it halfway in her mouth, and kissed Ron so that he got the piece of cake. The crowd laughed. Harry glared.
((Clink-Clink-Clink-Clink-Clink))
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the crowd shouted, for the millionth time.
Hermione and Ron smiled and kissed each other. and kissed. and kissed. and kissed. to the point that the crowd actually started to get bored. Being who they are, Fred and George started yelling:
"Oh my god!!"
"Hermione's being smothered by something!"
"Oh. that's just Ron!"
and other such things till the bride and groom finally broke apart, flaming red from embarrassment and breathless.
Harry's scowl deepened.
Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Weasley had been dancing on the dance floor for about four songs when Harry cut in.
"Do you mind?" Harry asked.
Ron grinned. "Not-a-toll!" And he was promptly swept into a dance by his sister, Ginny, whose make-up had ran, giving her the infamous raccoon look, and had one or twelve too many Fire whiskeys.
Since it was a slower song, Harry rested his hands on Hermione's hips. But his hands didn't just sit there. Ever so slowly, the slipped down. and down. as Hermione became increasingly more uncomfortable. Harry steered them across the room, till they were in a corner by a private sitting room. Finally, Harry's hands rested on her bum, which he gave a pinch.
"Harry, I don- "
But Harry clamped his mouth over hers, using her initial state of shock to bombard her mouth with his tongue. She was kicking and flailing, trying to free herself, but years of Quidditch had strengthened his muscles so that he easily overpowered her. She soon found her self inside the sitting room on the floor, Harry straddling her, her hands held over her head. He took his wand out of his pocket with his free hand and pointed it at the only door leading in. He muttered the several charms and spells. But he forgot one, the spell that prevented people from Apparating inside the room. He bound Hermione's arms, and stood up. Tears where streaming down Hermione's face. Harry's face split into an evil grin.
"Hey Hermione," Harry said.
Hermione whimpered.
"You know, I've always wondered something. You see, I'm Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, and The Man Who Triumphed. Ron Weasley is, well, just a poor wizard, with not much talent. So, why did you choose him over me?"
Harry ripped the gag off her mouth. Hermione glared up at him, through her angry, tear-filled eyes. She spit in his face.
"I chose him because he's my soul mate. I chose him because, regardless of how much money he has, or how much talent he possesses, I love him. I chose him because he truly loves me, too."
Harry smirked.
"I see. Well, then. I'll just have to make you love me."
He began again his assault on her mouth. She bit him, trying to make him stop. It only served to turn him on even more. He got up and undid his pants. Hermione started having racking sobs as he kicked off his pants, and pulled down her knickers.
Hermione sobbed and pleaded with Harry to stop as he undid his pants and pulled his boxers down. He climbed on top of Hermione with a predatory grin. He brushed a stray piece of hair off of Hermione's face.
"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are," Harry asked her. Hermione's body racked with an extra-large sob as a fresh wave of tears flooded down her cheeks.
"Sh... shhh... It's okay, my love. We're alone. No one will be able to barge in and ruin our special moment." Harry kissed Hermione's jaw line before saying, "You're mine now, you know that don't you?"
Hermione bit the finger that was caressing her lips. Harry yanked it back with a muttered curse, before grinning back at her. "Like it rough, do you? Well, that's good, honey, 'cause this could turn out to be a bumpy ride..."
And with that, he plunged into her, tearing her inner walls, causing her to scream and him to moan in pleasure...
Meanwhile:
Ron had danced with Ginny, Dr. Lauren Granger, his mum, Parvati, Lavender, and Cho, before he decided he better go look for Harry and Hermione. After searching in the dining room, the dance floor, the bathrooms (with the help of Ginny), and the bar, he decided he better ask if anyone had seen them, together, or separate. After asking three people, Neville finally told him that Harry and Hermione had went into the little sitting room sometime ago. Ron sighed, happy that he had finally found where his bride and best man were. His hand grabbed for the doorknob, and he turned it. The door wouldn't budge. He tried numerous spells to try to get in, but to no avail. Feeling stumped, he decided to use his one last resource: Apparation.
The world rushed with light and color as he felt himself spinning around and around until his feet met solid ground.
He turned around to see Harry raping Hermione.
A/N: Ooooo cliffie!! I'll try to get another chapter up if I get enough reviews.
UPDATE: Hey!! This is the first chapter, but I added a little bit to the rape scene... enjoy! Well... enjoy it as much as one can enjoy a rape scene...
"Do you take this Ronald Arthur Weasley to be your magically wedded husband," Dumbledore asked.
"I do," Hermione said.
"Do you take this Hermione Anne Granger to be your magically wedded wife," Dumbledore said.
"I do," Ron said.
"By the power, vested in me, by the Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride."
The wedding theme played as Ron and Hermione grinned at each other, then kissed passionately. Molly and Lauren Granger wept into kerchiefs, and the crowd clapped wildly. Then, the bride and groom strode down the aisle; hands entwined, grinning identical delighted grins. As they strode out of the church, Ron caught sight of Harry, his best mate, his best man, snogging the plant lady in the corner of the church. Ron shook his head. Harry sure had changed since they're sixth year, when they defeated Voldemort.
Now, Harry was just all snogging and shagging, no matter who it was. Ron had to face the fact that Harry just wasn't Harry any more. They were still best mates, but there were just some things they couldn't talk about any more.
But today wasn't the day to be thinking about Harry. Ron turned and looked down into the loving eyes of his wife, his soul mate. She looked so perfect. She wore almost no makeup; soft, wavy hair with tiny flowers magicked on, and had put up a great fight not to use Sleakeazy's Hair Potion, before she finally caving to his mother. However, he noticed that her hair was starting to bush up again, and the soft waves were getting a little too much volume in them. But this only served to make her gorgeous in Ron's eyes.
Hermione noticed Ron's eyes were clouded over as he looked down at her. He was probably thinking about Harry again. She glanced over to the corner where Harry and Melinda were looking disheveled, to say the least, and were sneaking into the women's bathroom. What happened to sweet, modest, and noble Harry? Hermione thought.
Fame and power, happened, A voice inside her head said.
This was true. After defeating Voldemort in they're sixth year, Harry let his fame get him any where he wanted to go, including in girls' knickers. Harry turned into a regular 'player', as her American cousin called him.
Harry sat in the loo, with the women asleep next to him. It was a dark day for him, Hermione and Ron's wedding. He knew now that his heart, if not his body, wanted Hermione. And Harry Potter always gets what he wants.
It was time for drastic measures.
The happy couple ran out of the chapel as bubbles were blown at them from friends and family alike. They got in the back of Dr. Alan Granger's limo, as everyone laughed and waved. They kissed as the limo drove away, with cans clinking behind them, and 'Just Married' written on the back windshield in a charm that looked like Muggle window paint.
Harry emerged from the chapel and watched, full of jealousy as the happy couple sped away. How dare they marry before him? How dare Hermione choose Ron over him? He was Harry bloody Potter, for Gods' sakes! He was The-Boy- Who-Lived AND The-Man-Who-Triumphed!! And what was Ron? He's just a dirt poor, meager, half-assed excuse for a wizard. He was only good at two things: Quidditch (he was a brilliant chaser, even Harry had to admit it), and making Hermione happy (no one made Hermione smile like Ron). Harry's eyes were full of fury and jealousy. Why couldn't he have gotten married today? Bugger. All he got out of today was a skanky plant lady. Or was she the caterer? It didn't matter. Only one thing could make Harry feel even remotely better, and she wasn't it.
Hermione and Ron were cutting the cake. It was pure agony for Harry. The sight of them laughing, having fun, and being in love made him utterly sick to his stomach. And he had to sit here and pretend to be happy for them. He readjusted his fake smile. No need to make people suspicious. His eyes bored into Hermione, who was laughing with cake and frosting hanging from her nose, and Ron, who also had a cake and frosting nose job. Then, Hermione took a piece of cake, put it halfway in her mouth, and kissed Ron so that he got the piece of cake. The crowd laughed. Harry glared.
((Clink-Clink-Clink-Clink-Clink))
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the crowd shouted, for the millionth time.
Hermione and Ron smiled and kissed each other. and kissed. and kissed. and kissed. to the point that the crowd actually started to get bored. Being who they are, Fred and George started yelling:
"Oh my god!!"
"Hermione's being smothered by something!"
"Oh. that's just Ron!"
and other such things till the bride and groom finally broke apart, flaming red from embarrassment and breathless.
Harry's scowl deepened.
Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Weasley had been dancing on the dance floor for about four songs when Harry cut in.
"Do you mind?" Harry asked.
Ron grinned. "Not-a-toll!" And he was promptly swept into a dance by his sister, Ginny, whose make-up had ran, giving her the infamous raccoon look, and had one or twelve too many Fire whiskeys.
Since it was a slower song, Harry rested his hands on Hermione's hips. But his hands didn't just sit there. Ever so slowly, the slipped down. and down. as Hermione became increasingly more uncomfortable. Harry steered them across the room, till they were in a corner by a private sitting room. Finally, Harry's hands rested on her bum, which he gave a pinch.
"Harry, I don- "
But Harry clamped his mouth over hers, using her initial state of shock to bombard her mouth with his tongue. She was kicking and flailing, trying to free herself, but years of Quidditch had strengthened his muscles so that he easily overpowered her. She soon found her self inside the sitting room on the floor, Harry straddling her, her hands held over her head. He took his wand out of his pocket with his free hand and pointed it at the only door leading in. He muttered the several charms and spells. But he forgot one, the spell that prevented people from Apparating inside the room. He bound Hermione's arms, and stood up. Tears where streaming down Hermione's face. Harry's face split into an evil grin.
"Hey Hermione," Harry said.
Hermione whimpered.
"You know, I've always wondered something. You see, I'm Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, and The Man Who Triumphed. Ron Weasley is, well, just a poor wizard, with not much talent. So, why did you choose him over me?"
Harry ripped the gag off her mouth. Hermione glared up at him, through her angry, tear-filled eyes. She spit in his face.
"I chose him because he's my soul mate. I chose him because, regardless of how much money he has, or how much talent he possesses, I love him. I chose him because he truly loves me, too."
Harry smirked.
"I see. Well, then. I'll just have to make you love me."
He began again his assault on her mouth. She bit him, trying to make him stop. It only served to turn him on even more. He got up and undid his pants. Hermione started having racking sobs as he kicked off his pants, and pulled down her knickers.
Hermione sobbed and pleaded with Harry to stop as he undid his pants and pulled his boxers down. He climbed on top of Hermione with a predatory grin. He brushed a stray piece of hair off of Hermione's face.
"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are," Harry asked her. Hermione's body racked with an extra-large sob as a fresh wave of tears flooded down her cheeks.
"Sh... shhh... It's okay, my love. We're alone. No one will be able to barge in and ruin our special moment." Harry kissed Hermione's jaw line before saying, "You're mine now, you know that don't you?"
Hermione bit the finger that was caressing her lips. Harry yanked it back with a muttered curse, before grinning back at her. "Like it rough, do you? Well, that's good, honey, 'cause this could turn out to be a bumpy ride..."
And with that, he plunged into her, tearing her inner walls, causing her to scream and him to moan in pleasure...
Meanwhile:
Ron had danced with Ginny, Dr. Lauren Granger, his mum, Parvati, Lavender, and Cho, before he decided he better go look for Harry and Hermione. After searching in the dining room, the dance floor, the bathrooms (with the help of Ginny), and the bar, he decided he better ask if anyone had seen them, together, or separate. After asking three people, Neville finally told him that Harry and Hermione had went into the little sitting room sometime ago. Ron sighed, happy that he had finally found where his bride and best man were. His hand grabbed for the doorknob, and he turned it. The door wouldn't budge. He tried numerous spells to try to get in, but to no avail. Feeling stumped, he decided to use his one last resource: Apparation.
The world rushed with light and color as he felt himself spinning around and around until his feet met solid ground.
He turned around to see Harry raping Hermione.
A/N: Ooooo cliffie!! I'll try to get another chapter up if I get enough reviews.