AN: I DON"T OWN THE CHARACTERS. Though what I do write here are my own ideas and creative imaginings.
This story is going to me short and part one of a small series I'm thinking of putting together. I would like to hear my readers opion on the matterial that I write so feel free to post comments.
I have to warn you all now... there will be graffic sex sceens in this story, not in the beginning chapter but there will me... so if you really don't like that sort of thing, then just don't read my work... other wise you have been warned.
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CHAPTER 1: Back Stage Pass

I could say that this is a happy story but then that wouldn't be very interesting now would it.

This story I haven't told a soul about. I guess I've been too ashamed of my own actions back then; that it's taken so long to tell. Though in truth, a few have discovered this story without my telling them. One of whom is dead, while the other pretends; as I have; that this story never happened.

I trust my friends and I trust you, to not judge my actions from then. For these events did happen behind all that occurred. Here's your backstage pass.

The first month of classes ended as it always did, with a collective sigh and the buzz of excitement. The Tri-wizard tournament for the school meant that students from all three schools were given express permission to visit Hogsmeade whenever they wanted to. It was to show the foreign students just how hospitable Britain really was.

So in light of these special privileges, Ron, Hermione and a few others decided to have a little party to get the school year going. It wasn't going to be anything big, just a few friends hanging out and forgetting school responsibilities for a time.

I have to admit the party was pretty well planned out. Luna's cousin John gave us the usage of his coffee shop for the day. I was located in the square in the new part of Hogsmeade. From Luna's cryptic directions you had to go through the old parts of Hogsmeade to get to the new parts. But the place made the best pies in the whole town and John was making us as many free ones as we wanted. So it was well worth the trip. Except one minor flaw. Luan's directions made absolutely no sense.

So there I was lost in the middle of Hogsmeade, with directions that made no sense and absolutely no sense of direction.

"Oh brilliant Harry, got yourself lost. Hermione's going to have a field day." I was wandering back the way I had come in order to retrace my steps.

"No worries guys I can meet you there. I have a copy of the directions." Grinding my teeth together I kept muttering under my breath.

I wanted so much to kick myself for being such an idiot. I just had to stop and use the loo before I left. No couldn't ask someone to wait, just had to be a retarded Griffindor and go on my own… who was I kidding. I didn't want to go to this stupid thing in the first place, but Hermione made me promise that I would go. Ron wasn't even talking to me, and everyone else was bluntly ignoring me as well. It was useless, but I gave my word. Besides Hermione would kill me if I decided to chicken out instead of "being a man".

So I swallowed hard and held in my anger and began walking again. It was frustrating at first, but then after a while for some reason I began feeling hopeful, like something in the back of my head was saying "This way, it's the right way. This way." It sounded so urgent like a child excited to be going somewhere it's wanted to go to for weeks.

That's when I stopped. The voice… it was there. It wasn't something that I could claim I imagined it, it was really there. I stood there in the alley way and listened to it.

It was faint, almost a whisper, but it was there. To be honest, I panicked. I was already stressed because of the Tri-wizard tournament and this stupid party I was suppose to go to, and… and… I was stressed and now I was panicked. So I ran, I turned around and I ran.

I didn't know where I was going I didn't care, I just wanted to get away from that voice. So I didn't pay attention to where I was going and I didn't stop to look either. That's when it happened. I rounded the next corner and WHAM!

The next thing I remember was staring up at the graying sky over head spralled on the ground. The back of my head hurt and I knew that I must of hit it when I fell. Luckily my glasses stayed on my face so I didn't have to look like a fool trying to find them. Slowly sitting up the thing that I had run straight into had its back turned to me, he was muttering to himself as he brushed the dirt off his black robes. He did not sound happy. So getting up off my arse I walked over to him to apologize for running into him when he stood up fully causing the hood on his cloak to fall back.

His glossy platinum blond hair fell well past his shoulders in gentle waves. The broad shoulders that slowly turned around, showed a physical power that his robes hid yet didn't hide. The sharp gray eyes that look as if they could see into my soul, glared at me for only an instant before mock joy replaced the apparent anger that was there before. The person who I had run head long into, the person who now looked at me like the world had given him a prized jewel, was none other than Lucius Malfoy.

"Well, well. Now isn't this a pleasant surprise." Malfoy snirred.

"Malfoy." I practically spit the name back at him.

"Potter." He raised one of his eye brows at me pressing his lips into a hard thin line. It didn't do anything for his looks. "It would seem you owe me an apology."

I ground my teeth, as much as I hated this man, I really did owe him an apology and keeping silent wouldn't change that fact. "Sorry." I pushed the word out between my clenched jaw. It was all he was going to get out of me. I had no intention of being civil, not to him anyway.

"Now now, Potter, you can do much better than that." Malfoy took a step closer to me, his cane held loosely between his hands.

I eyed his approach, backing away slowly. I didn't want him anywhere near me. He made me so angry that all I wanted to do was punch him in the face rather than give him a proper apology. But I knew he wouldn't let me go until he was sure I had given him what he would declare a perfect apology. So I gave him one.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, took a step back so that I wouldn't have to crane my neck back to much to see his face. "I'm sorry sir, for bumping into you." I gave a short bow of my head.

He smirked, but nodded his head. I sighed softly to myself, good now he'll let me leave, I thought as I turned to go. Yet his cane shot out faster than I could see, and I glanced up at him only to find a quizzical look on his face.

"Tell me Potter, how did you get here?"

His question confused me at first. I didn't know what he meant. "What do you mean how did I get here?"

Malfoy sighed impatiently. "Let me rephrase that, how did you find this place?"

I stood there shocked. He wanted to know how I found this place and I honestly hadn't a clue. Well I had no intention of telling him any of that. I really didn't want to tell someone I hated and hated me too, that I got lost and just panicked and ran around trying to get away from a voice in the back of my head that sounded really out of place there. I didn't really think I wanted to tell anyone else for that matter, not even Hermione.

He took a step closer, almost breathing down my neck and repeated his question. "How did you find this place?"

I didn't answer I only stared up at him and glared as he did through slanted eyes. His breath was hot and prickled goose bumps on my neck. I shivered impulsively and took a step back and away from him cane. That's when it happened. I simply brushed my left shoulder blade against the wall of the house behind me and a shock like pin pricks rushed through my entire body. I gasped and Malfoy caught the sound and tilted his head to the side watching me. I tried again to move, but found that I couldn't. My whole body was frozen to the spot.

I don't know what I looked like at the moment but two things ran through my head at once when I realized that I couldn't move. One: it had to be connected to the voice and two: Malfoy was behind it all.

"Ha! Well if I ever doubted you to be a fool boy, my doubts are proven wrong today." Malfoy turned to face me using his cane to lift my head so that I was looking straight into his eyes. "Can't move my boy? Hmmm. How interesting that the Net would choose you of all people to bring here. Yes that's right the reason you found this place and the reason you can't move now with my say so is the Net. An interesting little spell that snares an intended; or unintended; victim to a certain place and binds their body to the spell caster." He was smiling at me, a disgusting smile that caused cold shivers down my spine.

"Let – me – go." I barely managed the words because my mouth wouldn't move properly. I felt he was telling the truth and it made me burn with an anger that would make hell seem like a winter ski resort.

"Oh no I don't think I will Potter. Not this time." His eyes ran down my body and a new feeling gripped my insides.

"What – do – you – intend – to – do –" I couldn't finish the effort to talk was becoming to exhausting.

Malfoy leaned in close to the side of my face so that his breath tickled my ear, and he whispered right into it. "I'm going to rape you."