Hi, I'm Hermione Granger and I have a secret for you. It happened when I was ten, two weeks before I started Hogwarts. My father boss's son, Andrew raped me. He was suppose to come over for two weeks, to get to know my father and our family better, not rape me. Now I can't tell my friends, Harry and Ron---even if its after we defeated Voldemont and he's coming back to haunt me. No more running, no more hiding. Now its time I tell the truth. This is Hermione's Secret
TAKEN PLACE AFTER DH, HERMIONE, HARRY, AND RON ARE NOW LIVING AT GRIMMAULD PLACE! IF YOU CAN'T STAND RAPE STORIES, DON'T READ AND IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE SEVENTH BOOK…THEN YOU BETTER NOT READ THIS! I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS I MAKE UP.
Hi, I'm Hermione Granger also known as the brainy girl of the trio. But I remember a time where I was full of fun and laughter. I mean, I'm glad that Ron and I are together after seven years and I'm glad that we defeated Voldemont, but I just wish that…here's my secret and here's how it happened.
Flashback: August 19, 1990
"Hermione, could you get that?" Donald Granger asked. Ten-year-old Hermione Granger ran down the stairs of her home and opened the door to see a man of at least 25 standing. "Well, hello little girl. What's your name?" asked the man bending down.
"Hermione," said Hermione. "My Mommy told me its French, but I think its strange."
"Hermione is a very unique name," said the man. "My name is Andrew. Is your father home?" Hermione nodded and called her Dad into the room.
"Hello, Andrew. I see you met my little pride and joy?" Donald said picking up Hermione.
"Yes I have and she's just an angel too," said Andrew making Hermione blush. "I'm glad that my father's allowing me to stay with his best employee."
"I'm glad he's letting you," Donald said. "My wife should be home in a while, she's picking up Hermione's cousin Aimee from the airport. Hermione, why don't you watch TV, Andrew and I have some business to discuss." Hermione waved bye to Andrew and ran downstairs to the den to watch TV.
A while later, the Grangers were in the dining room, getting to know each other. Hermione's twenty-three-year-old cousin, Aimee just graduated from Harvard University. Hermione was going to Harvard one day, she was smartest ten-year-old ever born. She was also a muggleborn witch, and she didn't find out till earlier that summer.
"Aimee, you're going to Harvard?" asked Andrew.
"Yeah, I just finished," said Aimee. "What school are you going do, Andrew?"
"I actually finished school also," sand Andrew. "Last year in fact."
"I'm going to boarding school in two weeks," said Hermione.
"That's great. You know I went to boarding school when I was your age, you'll enjoy yourself," said Andrew. "Mine was in Scottsdale." Hermione was amazed.
Two weeks later, the Grangers and Andrew was eating breakfast in the living room, Hermione upset because her parents and sister were going out and there was no one available to baby-sit, so she wanted to stay by herself. Her mother and father weren't going to allow that.
"Your too young," said her mother, Joanne.
"I wanna stay by myself!" Hermione shouted.
"No," said Donald and Joanne.
"Please?" Hermione asked.
"Mum and Dad aren't going to let you," said Aimee as she finished her pancake. Hermione got up and ran upstairs, muttering about how her parents hated her. When she slammed her door, Andrew stepped in.
"Don't worry, I'll look after her," he told them.
"Are you sure?" asked Joanne. "Hermione can be a handful sometimes, and I'm sure you don't want to impose."
"Don't worry, I'll look after her," said Andrew. "I know handfuls, I was one meself. It was when I was younger." Aimee rolled her eyes as she grabbed her and Hermione's plates and put them in the sink.
"You sound like such a good boy," said Aimee coldly.
"Trust me, I'm not," said Andrew giving her a fake smile.
After the others were gone, Hermione came out her room and down to the den to look at more cartoons. It wasn't long before Andrew joined her. He started playing with her hair in a way Hermione didn't like it.
"Could you stop that?" asked Hermione. "I don't really enjoy other people touching my hair."
"Why not?" asked Andrew. He took out a needle from his pocket and Hermione saw it, getting out of Andrew's grip and running away. Andrew chased after her and when she was in her parents bedroom, he slammed the door and locked it. "Now, now it's just a little shot."
"Get away from me!" Hermione shouted with all her might. She threw one of her father's books at him, but Andrew ducked and walked towards Hermione. Hermione looked out the window and saw it was two stories. She was a good climber, but not that good.
Then she ducked under the bed and crawled to the other door, only to see Andrew's head pop underneath. Hermione quickly crawled back to the other side, but the needle reached her leg and Andrew stabbed her. Hermione's body became weak and she became unconscious within minutes.
When Hermione opened her eyes again, she noticed there was a lot of wood surrounding her. No houses anywhere. She also noticed that she was in the back of a truck.
"No one can hear you scream," said a voice. She turned around and saw Andrew beside her.
"What're you going to do?" Hermione was afraid to ask, but the words came out anyway. She never been this scared before in her ten-year-old life. Andrew just ignored her and got on top of her, trying to take off the skirt she was wearing. Hermione kept her hand on the zipper, but Andrew kept pulling her hand away. When he unzipped his jeans, Hermione started screaming, seeing if Andrew was right, he was. No one nearby could hear her and Andrew raped her. It was more than once too, three times.
After that day, Hermione vowed to never tell her parents, her sister, nor her friends about what happened between her and Andrew. He must've forgot too, because she hadn't seen him in the past eight years.
End of Flashback
See, every girl should have her happiness. Even me, I could only turn to books after Andrew raped me. If I had told my father what happened right away, he wouldn't have believed me. I was ten and he was 25. Sick right? Ever heard of the phrase: "The past will come back to haunt you"? Well, Andrew came back and I really wished he hadn't. Apparently, I'm no the only person hiding a secret these days?
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