Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Never did, never will. I only own the plot.

Title: Hermione's Punishment

Summary: Hermione is raped by Malfoy and soon finds out she is pregnant with his child. With no one else to turn to, she confides her thoughts and fears in one of her best friends. HG/RW

Warning: Rated M for rape, self-mutilation and mild language. You have been warned.

Chapter One

Hermione Granger sat, alone, in the Great Hall, a thick book propped up on the container of pumpkin juice in front of her. She could hardly believe that it was already the end of her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Normally, during the end-of-year feast, she would be sitting with her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron and Ginny Weasley. But they had not spoken to her in months. This was because Hermione was dating none other than Draco Malfoy.

Back in March, rumors had been flying around the school about Draco liking Hermione. She had thought that this was absurd. Why would the pure-blood, who had spent the past five years tormenting her, suddenly develop a crush on her? It just didn't make sense. Yet, it was true.

It had been during a double potions class that he had asked her out. She had been a few minutes late, due to the fact that she had been running an errand for Professor McGonagall. Upon arriving in the classroom, she discovered that the only vacant seat was next to Draco. She looked to Harry, who shrugged, as if he did not know what was going on. But what was there to know?

Sighing, she sat down at the Slytherin table. Draco had made small talk with her while making the antidote for the potions Snape had given out. Coming on the end of the lessen, he just blurted it out. She had blushed and accepted.

When she returned to the common room later that night, she found her three friends pacing the common room, fuming about Malfoy. Upon seeing her, they began throwing questions at her. What was she thinking when she had said yes? Was she just doing this to get another guy? And those were the nicer ones. Some were much worse.

"Another year has gone. I do hope that you are a little more intelligent that you were when you arrived here. Now, you can go home for the summer and get your heads all nice and empty before starting term again next year," said Dumbledore, standing up. "Now you should all go to bed, so we do not have to repeat what happened last year."

The students and facility in the hall began to laugh at these words. Last year, a group of girls had stayed up all most all night and had missed the train the next morning, causing the staff a great deal of chaos.

Hermione quickly got up, packed her book in her bag and headed up to the Gryffindor house. While taking a shortcut on the fourth floor, she heard someone call her name.

"Hermione!"

She turned around to see no one other than her boyfriend of three months bounding up to her. "Hey," he said, breathlessly. "You walk really fast!"

She shrugged. "If you say so."

"Guess what?" he said, excitedly. Seeing Draco excited would have scared younger children away, but Hermione was used to it by now.

"What?"

"My mum said that, if you like, you can stay at the Manor for a while if you are interested. It would most likely be in August, seeing as we are going away on a 'business' trip for most of July," he said. "Interested?"

Hermione was unsure. It would be nice to get away from home during the summer break, seeing as she would most likely not be going to the Burrow because of her arguments with the younger Weasleys. But the Malfoy manor had been rumored to be one of the worst places on earth. Slaves being locked in the basement. Death Eater meetings every month. Stolen goods hidden in secret chambers. She had heard them all. But still, it was a way to get away for a while.

"Sure, why not?" she said, cheerfully. "I just have to check with my parents."

Hermione walked through the dark Malfoy mansion a month later. She couldn't help but feel nervous. Shadows from unknown sources of light appeared on the dark walls, looming over her as she walked. She had yet to find a light and was using a small candle to see where she was going. You could have sworn that the Malfoys were terrified to put a fireplace or any other source of light, considering how light their skin was and the fact that there was no light to be found.

For the first time since she started Hogwarts, she was not spending her summer vacation a the Burrow. No, this year, she was staying at the Malfoy Manor, which she now discovered was one of the most horrible places on earth. The manor was dark, even during the brightest of days, and a layer of dust lay over every surface of the room. You also had to be careful what you touched and where you sat because you could never tell what was a cursed object and what was not.

Hermione knew that if it was up to Draco, the house would not be like this. Or maybe, she just hoped. She figured that it would be much cleaner and less cursed objects lying haphazardly around the house. Despite what her fellow Gryffindor's may think, Draco was not a bad person. He was kind most of the time and just needed someone to care about him. Not to mention the fact that he had a really hot body.

She collapsed onto a chair she knew was not cursed and sighed, completely lost. Her mind wandered to the Burrow, where Ron, Harry and Ginny were.

The sound of her boyfriend's voice pulled her away from her train of thoughts. "Hermione? Are you in here?" the cold, drawling voice said from the doorway.

She looked up to where he stood. "Yeah," she replied, sighing.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice oddly curious.

"Nothing, just thinking of Harry, Ron and Ginny. I miss them."

"Hermione," Draco said, shaking his head. "Listen. What kind of friends are they if they won't accept that you want to do something, just because they think it's wrong? That sounds like no friend to me."

"But maybe they were right. Maybe you are just planning something and you need me to help you. Rumors were flying around that school since the beginning of the year that you were a Death Eater and only at school on Voldemort's business. I just... don't know what to believe anymore."

At this, Draco looked slightly offended. "You don't actually believe this crap do you? That stuff about me?" he asked. "It's not true."

He had said that last statement a little too fast. Hermione became slightly suspicous.

"Come on, lets go somewhere a little more... private," he said, getting up and taking Hermione's hand. He led her up to a room on the third floor of the manor. It was Draco's room.

He lay her down on his unmade bed, kissing her gently. He laid down on top of her; her hands travelling up and down his back as his mouth attacked hers. By now, she had completely forgot about everything that had just been said. The fact that Draco had sounded slightly nervous upon her mentioning the rumors. Her mind was on the heat of passion building between them.

A moment later, or maybe a couple of minutes, Draco pulled away from Hermione. She sighed, wishing that he was still snogging her fiercely. He stood up and took his wand out of his pocket, muttering, "Alohomora." The lock on the door slid into place.

Hermione was confused. What was he doing?

Draco placed a silencing charm on the room and tied her arms and legs to the bed. By now she knew exactly what he was about to do. Tears of fear fell from her eyes as she pleaded with him not to do it and to let her be. He slowly began to remove her clothes, teasing her. She tried to fight him, but failed seeing as she could hardly move.

She lay on the bed, shaking and crying in fear. How could he do this to her? She had been the one who stood up from him when her best friends were verbally attacking him. And now he was going to rape her?

(A/N - I'm going to leave it to your imaginations from here because I really suck at writing this kind of stuff.)

About and hour later, Hermione lay on the bed, alone, shaking and crying. She still could not believe that he had done this to her. She couldn't believe that she had trusted him. She knew his history and what his family was like, and she still trusted him. She could not believe how stupid she was.

Deciding it was best to get out of here now before Draco returned, she quickly climbed out of the bed and attempted to get dressed. Her shirt was backwards and her jeans were inside out, but she didn't care. Her main concern was getting out of that house and to somewhere she knew she could trust people.

But where? She couldn't go home; her parents were gone away to Denmark and wouldn't be back for a couple of weeks. And she had forgotten her house key. She couldn't stay with any of her relatives because she didn't know where most lived, or their family's did not get along at the current time. She couldn't stay with her grandparents; they were living in a nursing home. The only place left was... the Burrow.

She knew she was not going to be warmly welcomed by her friends there, but what other choice did she have? Stay there? That was about the last thing she wanted to do.

She quickly hurried across the hall to the room in which she had been staying. She threw all of her thing haphazardly into her suitcase and apparated.

The Burrow looked the same as it had for the however many years she had been staying there. The house looked about to topple over, only being held up by magic. The garden was lush and green, the flowers in full bloom. Chickens wandered around the extensive grounds. She felt at home, but terrified at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, she went up to the front door and knocked. At first, she thought no one was home, but soon heard muffled footsteps and the door creaked open. A tall, gangly boy with bright red hair and numerous freckles, known to most as Ron, appeared on the other side. Hermione threw her arms around Ron's neck and began to cry.

A/N - What do we think? Good? Bad? Will you please review? For an imaginary cookie?