UNTITLED

WARNING: Non-con between a surprise pairing. One shot and a dark-fic.

NB: I own nothing but the storyline here. Characters are all the legal property of J.K. Rowling.

She winced as he shoved her roughly against the desk in the abandoned classroom, causing her to trip and a sharp pain to shoot through her ankle. In an instant, he had her pinned against the desk and was leering openly at her, his normally kind eyes reflecting malice, lust and hatred, all for her, and what she represented in his mind.

His hand struck her pale cheek, leaving a scarlet mark, and he smirked at the way she flinched at his touch and the fear he could smell on her. Her breathing became faster and shallower as he pressed himself harder against her, her breasts quickly rising and falling with each breath.

"I'm going to enjoy this." His voice was little more than a whisper. He used one hand to keep her pressed up against the desk, and the other to tear open her blouse, tearing off several buttons in the process. The mixture of savage lust and pure hatred rushing through him seemed to take over as he bit savagely into the injunction between her neck and shoulder almost hard enough to break the pale, pale skin, causing her to cry out in pain and receive another – harder – slap across the face. Her struggles were all to no avail, and she finally came to realize this when he forced her legs apart, underwear aside, and a sharp pain spread through her abdomen as he stole her virginity from her. A single tear ran down her face, and she inwardly cursed herself for showing weakness before the enemy.

"Why are you doing this to me?" It was such a simple question that he couldn't help but laugh as he wrapped one hand around her delicate throat, squeezing not-so-gently and never breaking the rhythm of his hard, erratic thrusts.

"Because you deserve to suffer." He snarled, staring straight into her eyes. "You and all your filthy companions have always had everything in life handed to you on a fucking silver platter. You've never had to fight for something, and you've never had to experience true suffering. I despise each and every one of you with every fiber of my being, and I vow to make sure that you all learn through me what it is to truly suffer. I just thought I'd start with you before moving onto your precious boyfriend."

After what seemed like an eternity, he came inside her and it was all over. She just stood there, a stunned, almost haunted expression on her pretty face. Then a single tear ran down her face as she glared defiantly at the boy who raped her.

"I hope you're happy right now, Potter" She spat as tears of pain, degradation and humiliation ran down her cheeks "Because the day will come when the world shall see you for the monster you truly are, and you will get what you deserved, just like your no-good parents." He just smirked at her, then reached out to stroke her cheek in a patronizing manner. The contact between them made her want to vomit.

"Do you really think that the Wizarding world is going to believe that their dear Golden Boy is a rapist, Pansy?"

THE END