A/N: Let me explain the reasoning behind this story. I read a review for a story a long time ago in which the reader said he/she didn't like Rose/Scorpius stories because they were just like Hermione/Draco stories only in the next generation. I disagree with this assessment. I've always thought of Rose/Scorpius as their own characters with their own story. Further, if I were to compare them to any other couple it would be James/Lily.

HOWEVER, the review got me thinking. What would the relationship between Rose/Scorpius be like if the characters were more similar to Hermione and Draco? In this story, my Rose and my Scorpius are modeled closely after the characters of Hermione and Draco. However, they are not exact replicas of their parents and will have their own traits thrown in.

In order to make Rose/Scorpius more like Hermione/Draco I had to imagine a Hogwarts in which the dissention between the houses had GROWN since the war and not diminished. I made Slytherin worse and filled with even darker wizards.

WARNINGS: Rape, attempted rape, consensual intercourse, explicit sexual situations, and very vulgar language ahead.

DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable characters, places, ideas, events, etc. are NOT MINE.

This is a very dark story. Consider yourself warned.

Yours,

MofDA

P.S. For those of you following I Chose You, I have only ONE chapter left and I am still working on it. I am having some trouble with how I want the story to end but I am working on it! Don't give up on me or the story! :)

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Rose Weasley would not be doing this for anyone else in the world. Okay, maybe that wasn't true. There were probably a few other of her cousins she would risk her neck for. But it was Roxanne. Her best friend. Her sister of sorts. It was because of Roxanne that Rose found herself sliding quietly out of her comfortable, safe, warm four-poster bed in Gryffindor Tower in the middle of the night.

Roxanne Weasley had always liked trouble. She was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Normally, however, it was innocent trouble. Harmless pranks here and there. Not turning in homework because she didn't feel like doing it. Setting off a couple of fireworks on the last day of school the previous year. This, however, was taking it way too far in Rose's opinion.

It was the beginning of sixth year and Roxanne had decided to try dating a Slytherin. In the past, Slytherins always had bad reputations and the rest of the houses thought of them as Dark Wizards. But it was worse than that now.

There were rumors. Horrible rumors. Rumors that kept Rose up at night worrying about her favorite cousin; her best friend. This was the latest that Roxanne had ever stayed out with her 'boyfriend' from Slytherin; Miles Avery.

Nobody else knew, of course. Especially not Roxy's brother, Fred. None of the family would approve. Rose was no exception. She'd begged Roxanne not to date Avery, but she hadn't listened.

"But the rumors I've heard-" Rose had pleaded.

"That's just it, isn't it?" Replied Roxanne with a reassuring smile. "They're rumors. If there was any truth to them then they would have been expelled ages ago. Don't worry so much, Rosie, I'm just fine. Miles is a nice guy."

And that had been that. "Damn it, Roxanne Georgina Weasley," Rose cursed as she slipped Albus's Cloak of Invisibility over her shoulders; she'd borrowed it for just this purpose. Albus was her other favorite cousin.

Rose knew the rumors were true. One didn't have to be a genius to figure it out, although Rose Nymphadora Weasley was widely considered to be a genius. "If I really was a genius, then I wouldn't have let her get herself into this mess in the first place," she mumbled angrily while skipping down the steps of her dormitory and out of the Gryffindor common room.

She cringed slightly as she remembered how she had acquired the information she needed to make this rescue possible.

"I'm not telling you!" the fifth year Slytherin boy had argued loudly as Rose demanded to know what the password to get into the Slytherin common room was.

"You're going to tell me, or I start removing appendages, starting with the one between your legs," she brandished her wand threateningly and the cowardly snake squealed like a pig. He couldn't tell her the password fast enough.

Rose had a released him with a menacing, "Nice chatting with you, mate."

She wouldn't have threatened anyone even on her worst day if it wasn't to help Roxy. Godric, there isn't anything she wouldn't do for the people she loved. Rose had a terrible feeling as she forced her feet to move faster on the path toward the Slytherin common room.

Slytherin boys were said to have been luring girls back to their dormitory, raping them, then Obliviating the memories. The rumors had been dismissed by the staff for a few reasons. First was because it was almost impossible to prove. They had no way of even knowing which girls had been raped if the rumors were somehow true and they certainly couldn't demand that every girl in Hogwarts let the professors break into their minds, possibly causing damage, just to find out it was all a big lie.

Another reason was that it took powerful magic and a powerful Obliviate Charm to make someone forget something as traumatizing as rape. The staff didn't seem to think any of the boys were that magically advanced. Especially as fifth years, which was when the rumors started one year previously.

Rose wasn't considered a genius for nothing, though. Not only could she verify the rumors were true but she could also point out which girls had been raped by the group of boys. The only problem was that no one believed her. Not even Roxanne, who was naïve enough to always think the best of everyone.

How could Rose tell? It was simple, really. Memory Charms, even the best of them, left certain telltale signs. For example, Celeste Thomas was walking around as if she'd been Confunded for a whole day after having a date the night before with Troy Zabini. Melissa Pole burst into unexplainable sobs whenever her nice Hufflepuff boyfriend so much as put his arm around her. Then there was Samantha Smalls who used to be the most outgoing Ravenclaw girl until she "fell asleep in the library while studying" and didn't return to her dormitory all night and now she rarely even spoke.

Rose also knew that there were not only one, but two boys in Slytherin house who were sixth years and more than capable of such advanced magic. Troy Zabini and Scorpius Malfoy. There were five boys in Slytherin in her year; Troy Zabini, Miles Avery, Drew Carlson, Rick Perkins, and Scorpius Malfoy.

The teachers didn't see how bored Zabini and Malfoy were during lessons. Rose noticed because she normally was, too. Despite having inherited her mother's brains (as her father liked to say), she hadn't inherited her love of school. Instead of paying rapt attention to everything her professors said, Rose let herself absorb the information as background noise while she thought about more important things.

Now Rose had arrived. The brick wall that was the entrance to the snake pit. She'd had this plan in place ever since Roxanne had first started seeing Avery. Rose's wand hand was trembling so she took a deep breath to steady herself.

Pretend it's practice, she thought desperately, You are just having DADA practice with Roxy and Al. Pretend they are targets and it's not real.

Rose couldn't tell anyone else about this. That's why she'd come alone. Roxanne was her best friend and she'd be damned if she betrayed her. If any of their cousins knew then their parents would know and Roxanne would not only be in the biggest trouble of her life but she would also likely be ostracized by most of the cousins, at least for a while.

On top of that, the boys would have come in with wands blazing, probably would have killed a few Slytherins (that wasn't an exaggeration either) and then they would be in Azkaban. If she had told any of the professors then Roxanne would be expelled as well as the Slytherin boys for having purposefully gone out after curfew to meet a boy.

No, Rose had to do this alone. Steeling herself, she whispered, "Cornish Pixies" and the wall opened up for her. It was so late that the common room was empty for which she was grateful. Hoping desperately that the Slytherin common room was set up like the Gryffindors, she went straight for what she assumed was the boys staircase and to the sixth door at the end of the hall. No noise could be heard.

Either Rose was wrong about everything or they'd cast a very good Silencing Charm. Shaking from her long red curls to the tips of her pink painted toenails, Rose reached out a hand and pushed the door open; thank Merlin they'd forgotten to cast Locking Charms on it, it would have taken Rose longer to get there if she had to break through any haphazardly set up wards.

Good Godric. Her worst fears were confirmed the moment she stepped into the room. It was still completely lit up by the torches on the walls and not one of the boys was asleep. Four boys surrounded Roxanne and Rose was relieved to see that they obviously hadn't raped her yet. Her hands were tied to the headboard of a bed and her shirt was open, exposing her bra to all in the room. There was a gag in her mouth but her brown eyes were opened wide with fear. Her skirt was still in place but one of the boys – Zabini – had hold of her knee and was pulling her stockings down her legs with an angry, "Hold still, bitch!"

Rose was proud when her voice came out loud and strong, "Let her go!" The four boys froze. Their heads turned toward her and Rose, always quick, realized one boy was missing. Scorpius. If he was somehow behind her, he could overpower her. Her eyes scanned the room and she saw Scorpius lounging on his bed as if he didn't have a care in the world. He was reading a book and hadn't even glanced up at her when she'd yelled.

"Look what we have here boys! Tonight is our lucky night! Two lost little Gryffindors!" leered Carlson.

"Let her go or I'll start hexing all your balls off," Rose growled. Even though there were four of them, none of them had their wands drawn as she did, automatically giving her an advantage. She also knew that she could take any one of them alone but together it probably wouldn't happen.

They were silently sizing each other up, wondering who would come out on top if this turned into a duel. Honestly none of them knew for sure. Rose had the advantage of an already drawn wand; how many could she Stupefy before the others drew their wands? Enough to take them all out? What if Malfoy joined in?

Before she could change her mind, she said confidently, "I'll make you a deal boys. A fair trade. Me for my cousin."

"How is that fair?" demanded Perkins. "We could have both of you! Why would we agree to just take one?"

"Because how many of you do you think I can make dick-less before you stop me? Fancy risking your favorite appendage, Perkins?" Rose baited. "I'll even sweeten the deal for you. I'll keep my memory of it."

That was something they would want, isn't it? For at least one girl to remember what they'd done? Didn't every monster want the people he tortured to remember that he tortured them? "You'll tell," growled Zabini suspiciously.

"No, I won't, because I'm not a complete idiot. I know you'll kill me if I tell anyone."

"I still say we could take you," he sneered.

"Your choice, of course, risk your pricks for two pieces of ass, or take me up on my offer. And there's always the chance that I win and leave you all writhing in pain on the ground and you don't get anything at all. Oh, and did I mention that my cousin's a bit of a slag while I'm a virgin?"

Rose didn't like calling Roxanne a slag. Strictly speaking Rose didn't know what exactly constituted being a slag, but Roxanne had been with her fair share of men. Rose didn't hold that against her, of course, but she knew that her virgin status would appeal to this group.

"Alright, Weasley, you've got yourself a deal," Zabini held up his hands in a sign of surrender and Rose shot a spell at the chains binding Roxanne's wrists. They loosed and Roxanne's hands flew to her mouth, relieving herself of the gag.

"No, Rose!" she rasped. "Don't! Just leave me!" she let out a sob and Rose realized just how much Roxanne blamed herself for this.

"Get out of here, quickly," Rose replied, "Before the slimy gits try to cross us."

Roxanne scrambled off of the bed and away from the boys but hesitated to leave the room. "Let me erase her memory first," said Zabini stepping forward. Rose groaned as her assumptions had been correct; Zabini was powerful enough to cast the memory charms they were using.

"If you try anything funny, so help me, Zabini, I won't stop at castrating you, I will fucking murder you."

"Easy, Red, I like them feisty and I want you remembering what we did to you. I'll play by your rules," he paused as he appraised her and reached for his wand. "A virgin? Damn. Tonight is going to be fun." His wand spun around to aim directly at Roxanne "Obliviate," he muttered, "You and Miles met up tonight. He broke up with you. You went back to Gryffindor Tower, fell asleep in your bed crying, and that's all that happened."

"Nothing else happened," repeated Roxanne blankly.

"Good girl. Off you go now, love," he reached out a hand and roughly pinched her arse as Roxanne, still under the influence of his spell, turned and left.

"You," snapped Avery pointing at Rose, "drop your wand over there," he nodded his head at the end table beside another bed and Rose did as instructed, her whole body shaking violently.

"Obedient little thing, aren't you?" taunted Perkins.

Then arms were around her. Hands were groping her. She let out one scream before clamping her mouth shut tightly. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing her screams.

"Stop." Scorpius stood from where he'd been sprawled on his bed and cocked his head to the side as he evaluated the situation before him. Perkins had both of his hands on her arse, grabbing her roughly. Zabini had one of her hands tied with a Slytherin tie. Carlson had lifted her by the waist and was in the process of carrying her to the bed. Avery had already torn her shirt open roughly, buttons dotted the emerald carpet.

"Want to join in, Malfoy?" offered Zabini generously.

"Actually," Scorpius feigned a look of indifference. "I think I want this one all to myself. You did say you were a virgin, right, doll?" he walked toward her in a cat-like gait, stalking her like she was the prey and he was the predator. Rose almost begged the other boys to take her instead. Something cold and callous burned like ice in Malfoy's grey eyes and it frightened her much more than the leering lustful looks from the other wizards.

"Shit, mate, no!" Avery groaned. "We traded that other Weasley bint for her and-"

Scorpius spun his wand around and Avery dropped to the floor like dead weight. "Anyone else object?" When nobody responded, he grinned like the devil. "Excellent."

Seeming to be in shock, the other boys let go of Rose and she fell to her hands and knees as her legs were too weak to support her. She let her eyes drop to the floor and stared intently at the intricately woven fibers. Maybe that was how she could get through this. Concentrate on something else – anything else.

Strong, muscled, hard, arms lifted her and Rose shrank in on herself in an automatic defensive position. Scorpius set her in the middle of his bed and flicked his wand to widen the mattress. "Sleep well, boys," he winked at his dorm mates and pulled the curtains around his bed shut before using silencing charms on them.

With gentle fingers Scorpius reached up and pulled the Slytherin tie from her wrist. "I don't see any need to restrain you. You're not going anywhere, are you, darling?"

There was something sinister in his cool demeanor and Rose felt it deep in her bones that she should not cross this wizard. Her fear mounting, she nodded dumbly and let Scorpius push her delicately down onto her back. His lips were on her neck and in contrast to everything else about him, they were hot.

He licked and nipped and kissed his way from her ear down her chest to her open blouse as he tugged it off of her and tossed it up and over the top of his curtains, knowing the other boys would see it and be envious.

A groan came from him as his hand closed over her breast, which was larger than her baggy school uniform had led him to believe. "Unlike those prats, I like my women ready for me, Weasley, so if you could just fucking relax a bit this would be a lot more enjoyable for you."

Rose said nothing. Just squeezed her eyes shut and let him continue the exploration of her body. Slowly her pajama shorts were removed and when his fingers tenderly dipped into her knickers, he was disappointed to find that she wasn't wet. "I thought I told you to relax?" he growled and it was so threatening that Rose let out a whimper and turned her face to the side, away from him.

"I'm trying," she pleaded desperately.

"You're not trying hard enough," he persisted as his fingers continued working her most intimate area. After what felt like eternity, moisture met his finger tips and renewed his determination to make this at least somewhat enjoyable for her as well.

"You're so fucking hot," he panted into her ear before dipping his head down to bite at her nipple through the flimsy lace of her bra cup. "I can't wait to be buried inside of you."

The whimper that came from her was one of fear and Scorpius decided not to prolong the inevitable any longer. Working methodically, he stripped out of his clothes until he was completely naked. The stupid wench still wouldn't look at him even as he kneeled between her thighs, stroking his cock to get it ready for her.

He removed her bra next, taking only a moment to appreciate how her breasts looked as he moved down to take off her knickers. Very deliberately he slid the length of his cock up and down her opening before positioning himself.

Then he made his mistake. He looked at her. Really looked at her. Not just at her perfect rosy nipples; not at her perfect neatly trimmed pussy; not even at the smooth skin of her neck and collarbone which were peppered with his love bites. No, he looked at the girl before him and he saw her fists clenched tightly on his sheets; her eyes screwed shut tight in fear; her trembling form that was straining against the bed in a futile attempt to get further away from him.

"Fuck!" his fist lashed out and he punched the headboard so hard it banged against the wall and he heard someone, probably Zabini, shout, "Yeah! Get it, Malfoy!" Scorpius wished he would have cast an additional charm to block out the sound of his roommates. They might not be able to hear him and Rose, but they could see his headboard bang against the wall.

Rose whimpered again and said between gritted teeth. "Just….make it fast, okay?"

"Are you a complete idiot, Weasley?" he snarled angrily as he got off of her and pulled his boxers back on. "If someone is going to take your virginity, you should never ask him to go fast."

"Pain, I can handle," she answered in her classroom voice, "what I can't handle is my body being used for someone else's pleasure against my will. So if you're going to do it, do it fast."

"I'm not going to do it."

"You're – what?" her eyelids shot open and she sat up with a shocked expression on her face. Not for the first time in his lifetime, Scorpius noticed how beautiful she was. Her eyes were a deep blue like the depths of the ocean and her face was a delicate feminine shape with an adorable button nose and full red lips.

"There are a few things we need to get straightened out," he began as he dragged his gaze up from her naked form to her face again. "First of all, if any of my dorm mates find out that I didn't fuck your brains out, I'll kill you with my bare hands. Second, as you so gallantly offered to keep your memories of tonight, you are expected to act like I did every vile thing on the planet to you. Third, you cannot get dressed tonight and you have to sleep here to make it look believable. Is that understood?"

Rose nodded vigorously. "Yes – yes," she said breathlessly. "I promise, I won't tell a soul. But…why?" Rose had purposefully kept her physical appearance unattractive to the opposite sex. She let her wild hair go crazy every day, she wore frumpy clothes, and she never put on any make-up. But she saw herself naked every day and knew that she had a nice body by society's standards. Playing Quidditch on her house team and rough housing with many male cousins kept her in good shape. Her breasts had formed early, too, and were now larger than any of those that belonged to girls in her year.

So what was it about her that Malfoy found unappealing? "My reasons are my own. Shut the fuck up and go to sleep."

"It's just…did I do something wrong?" she couldn't help it. Really, she couldn't. Rose strived to be the best in everything. If, at some point in the future, she wanted to be with a man this way, she needed to know what she'd done that had Malfoy pulling away from her unable to do the deed.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows at her. "You mean besides being scared shitless? Do you want me to force myself on you, witch? You didn't do anything wrong. Just go to sleep."

"But-"

"Sleep," he demanded harshly. Rose flinched but did her best to obey. Despite wanting to pull her clothes back on, she pulled the blankets over her naked from and lowered herself gingerly until her head rested on his soft downy pillows.

"Thank you," she whispered as she rolled to face away from him.

Scorpius said nothing and soon both were asleep.

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Review and be honest! If you hate it, let me know. There's a lot more of the plot to come!