I used to sneak out at night all the time to go to the library. But that all stopped that one night when I was attacked….

" 'Mione, you know you are going to get caught one of these nights," my best friend, Harry Potter, warned me one night.

"No I won't, if anyone catches me, I am very good at Memory Charms and such. Besides, I have my ways," I winked and walked out of the Portrait Hole, lighting my wand.

"She's gonna get in trouble one of these days, I swear it," Harry spoke to the ginger cat lounging on the sofa near the fire.

I walked out into the dark hallway, smirking at the simplicity of sneaking out.

I tip-toed to the library door and tried the knob, it was unlocked. Not a surprise because Mrs. Pince knew I came in here when I couldn't sleep. I walked through the door and gazed at my haven.

I always felt safe near books. They held many secrets and stories waiting to be read and loved. I stroked the binding of my favorite book; Hogwarts, A History.

I picked up a book that looked as if it had never been touched. It had a black leather binding and the title was in runes.

Thank goodness I took Ancient Runes, I thought.

It read:

Ancient Curses and Other Deadly Charms

By Dean Dedelly

I leafed through the pages soon getting lost in the stories of how ancient wizards had to create the curses flung around in history.

"Ms. Granger, isn't it past curfew?" a drawling voice came from nearby.

"Professor Snape?" I stuttered.

"Yes, and I believe that you should be getting back," his voice was closer yet he stayed out of the light.

"Yes, sir," I said hurriedly, packing up the book and my wand, immersing us in dark.

I felt the book slip from my hands and I looked up to see Snape's wand lit and his nose close to the title.

"What does this say?" he asked.

"It says Ancient Curses and Other Deadly Charms, Professor," I said quietly.

"Oh, really? Do you really think a sixth year like you needs a book on deadly curses?" he drawled turning his piercing gaze on me.

"I thought it would be good for a bit of light reading," I stammered.

He continued to stare at me with dark eyes.

"Professor?" I asked.

"Yes, Ms. Granger?"

"Sorry, I thought you were… Oh never mind," I said turning to get my bag. "May I have that book back, please?"

"No, I don't think that you deserve it. Unless…"

"Unless?" I asked. He better give it back, I didn't get to finish the story about Flamel.

Unless you are willing to do something for me," he said, his eyes now swimming with emotions. "You see, Ms. Granger, this book is not checked out to you and you are not to be out this late besides the matter. I have come to a conclusion. Would you like to get your book back?"

"Yes, Professor, I would like it back. But, I don't understand what you mean."

His wand went out and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, "I'm sure you know what I mean."

"But, Prof-…"

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, Damn that bastard, he hexed me!

"Now, I wouldn't have needed that spell if I thought you wouldn't scream," he said taking off most of his robes. He still wore a white button-up with a black vest and black pants.

"Now, I have seen you grow up into a beautiful woman," he whispered, lightly caressing my breast, "now I have the opportunity to take advantage of your beauty."

With a swish of his wand I laid, naked, on the floor of the library.

He hissed, "You are even more beautiful than I ever imagined."

His fingers stroked my neck down to my navel, leaving a trail of goose bumps. He bent down and lifted me, placing me on the desk.

"I'm going to lift the spells on you, but only if you promise to never tell your pathetic friends, Weasley and Potter, and if you cooperate. Okay?"

I nodded, "Good girl, hold on, I need to put some spells up so no one can hear us," I heard his footsteps fade and a few whispers of spells.

"All right, I'm going to lift one spell at a time,: he wave his wand, "say something."


"I want you," he said plainly, waving his wand again. "Can you move?"

"Yes," I growled and swung a punch in his direction.

"Now, now. What did I ell you about cooperating? If you act out again, I will make you suffer."

"Fine," I spat.

"You know what? I think it would be more fun in the Room of Requirement. Don't you?"

"I don't care."

"Okay, then we can stay here."

I heard him unzip his pants and walk forward.

"Grab it."

"I can't see."

"Just do it or else."

I reached out into the darkness until I touched something warm. I pulled my hand back.

" Maybe the Room of Requirement would be better, let's go there instead," I said.

"Too late, you had that choice, now GRAB IT!"

I reached out again and grabbed the warm flesh.

He sighed, "Move."


"I said, MOVE!"

I moved my hand down, he hissed.


I started pumping my hand, "Damn it, witch!"


"Lay down."

"I can't."

"I don't care," he gasped.

I felt large hands grab my hips and pull me forward. He slid his hands down my chest and past my navel, down into my center.

He slid one finger into me, then two, then three.

"Contraceptive. Now," I gasped.

"Right," he said the incantation and gripped my hips again.

With one movement he slammed into me, hard. I screamed at the pain. I soon felt blood trickle down me.

"You're a virgin?"

I couldn't talk, I was in agony.

"Oh well," he shrugged and slammed into me repeatedly.

Tears started falling down my cheeks as he continued for what seemed like hours.

With one last thrust, he filled me with hot liquid.

"Remember, don't tell Weasley and Potter, or you will be punished," with that he left me crying on the floor.

My safe haven was now a place of dread and nightmares.

I laid there for hours crying, trying to disappear as I pulled my knees closer to me.

Nothing could be worse.

"Hello?" a voice called from the entrance to the library.

I could only groan with the pain.

"Oh my God," I heard.

I turned to see who was there.