A/N: My first time writing a story like this, so don't be too harsh with your comments. Rated M for obviously explicit content. Warnings: Contains dub-con, language, and scenes of a graphic sexual nature. Enjoy!
Hermione Granger rarely went down Knockturn Alley. It was an eerie place, and if her job didn't require it, she wouldn't go anywhere near the place. But as Head of the Muggle and Wizarding Relations Department, she sometimes got called to pay a visit to some rather unsavory characters, and ensure that they would refrain from hexing or selling magical artifacts to Muggles.
Such was the case now, as she quickly moved through the alley. On the side of the alley, ragged witches and wizards - some lacking teeth, limbs, or other body parts - reached out with greedy gleams in their eyes.
"Spare a Sickle, good witch!"
"I'll be satisfied with a few Knuts!"
Hermione clutched her wand in her pocket, as she quickly made her way into a seedy looking bar.
Within moments, she had found the owner and had him begging her not to hex him, promising to stop leaving Dark artifcats lying out in the Muggle world, just waiting for one to find something.
Satisfied with the man's vow, Hermione exited the bar, breathing a sigh of relief. The streets were darker now, and emptier, as afternoon turned into early evening. This was the last job. She just had to purchase a new set of quills, then she could be on her way.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the shriek of surprised protest. She felt a hand snatch her wand from her pocket, leaving her vulnerable, as she was pulled into a side alley.
She was roughly whirled around to face her captor, but the hood and the shadows made it impossible to glimpse his countenance. For it was a man who held her, as he spoke in a voice that sounded familiar.
"Well, well, if it isn't Granger. Shame Potter and Weasley aren't here, isn't it? Poor Mudblood is all alone..."
She tried to wiggle from the man's grasp, or at least free her mouth, but to no avail. The man chuckled.
"Keep struggling, Granger. It's rather hot."
Hermione's eyes widened with indignation. "Mmph!" she hissed into his hand. The man released his grip on her mouth slowly.
"Scream, and I'll be forced to violence," he warned.
"Let me go! I'll call the Aurors on you!"
"I think not...come on, Granger. Loosen up a little. You might enjoy yourself..."
"Who are you?"
"No one of consequence."
Abruptly, her hands were inexplicably bound, eliciting a gasp. The man ignored her surprise at his nonverbal magic, as he held up a cloth. "Can't have you seeing me before we're done here," he sneered, before blindfolding her. Feeling even more vulnerable now, Hermione pulled at the bonds on her hands, raising them to attempt to pull the blindfold away. With a cry of surprise, her arms were yanked above her head and magically stuck to the building. Her shoulders were now stretched to the point of discomfort, forcing her to go on her toes to relieve the pressure. This eliminated any hope she had at kicking out at her captor.
"Let me go," she snarled. "I'll scream!"
"Yes, you'll be screaming alright. Screaming for more." Disgust and fear filled her, and she began to protest when suddenly, lips were crushed against hers, surprisingly warm and soft despite the ferocity of the contact. Taking advantage of her shock, her assailant forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring her mouth roughly with his own.
Hermione whimpered, as a hand grasped her left breast, squeezing it almost painfully. The hand roamed over her body briefly, before returning to her shirt. Buttons clattered to the floor as he tore away her shirt, leaving her shirtless, with only a red lacy bra to cover her well-endowed chest. Running a finger lightly over the front of the bra, her captor reached behind her, deftly unhooking it. "Wouldn't want to ruin something so sexy," he said, a smirk in his tone.
Hermione attempted to shy away, her back pressed against the wall, as she felt the cool air assail her satin skin. She heard her captor suck in a breath, as her pert nipples hardened at the chill that crept over her.
Without warning, her captor took her breast in his mouth, sucking briefly before biting down hard. Hermione shrieked in pain and shock, and she felt her captor shake in amusement, as he cast a Silencing charm around them.
Hermione, having accepted what was happening to her was inevitable, stood there limply while the man continued to fondle and suck at her breasts, nipping every so often in a way that made her jump.
She gasped, as she felt his fingers brush her jean zipper. "Please no," she begged. "I'll do anything...I'll pay you anything! I'll even give you a blowjob, but please, don't rape me...I can't...I'm not on the pill!"
Her captor laughed then, his tone uncaring, as he continued to work at her jeans. She attempted to pull away from his touch, and he punished her by again biting down hard on one pert nipple. Within moments, the man grew impatient and magically removed her jeans. She heard him moan slightly, as he stepped back a moment.
"Never thought of you as one to go without knickers, Granger."
She clamped her legs together, wishing she had worn knickers. But it was more comfortable not to wear any.
"You're just dying to get fucked, aren't you."
"No," she whimpered. "Please no..."
She jerked away from him, as she felt a hand suddenly grab at her pussy, cupping it in his hand. "Mmm, I want you, Granger," the man whispered, rising back up to kiss her. She kept her lips tightly shut, but when the man abruptly pushed the tip of a finger into her, her lips parted in another protest. His tongue invaded her mouth, and he began to tongue fuck her mouth, as he pushed the finger deeper into her.
That felt good. Hermione felt shame well up in her, as she felt herself become wet. Her invader noticed her wetness, and he sneered.
"Well, well, what's this? Wet already? What a dirty little slut you are...a dirty little whore..."
The man removed his finger, then pushed it into her again, slowly beginning to fuck her with his finger. Hermione gasped, as he first added a second, then a third finger. When his thumb lightly brushed her clit, Hermione's hips bucked against her will. She let out a slight moan, as he sped up his fingers.
His fingers suddenly found that rough patch of nerves within her, and behind the blindfold, Hermione saw stars, as he prodded her g-spot. Again, he nudged it, this time a louder moan erupting from her.
The man smiled to himself, as he began ramming into her. Hermione's moans became more frequent and louder, and her hips jerked in rhythm with his fingers as she felt the pleasure rapidly increase. "Please...so close," she cried, the man's fingers now rapidly pounding into her. He stopped just before she reached her climax, to her dismay.
Hermione Granger was a sight. Cheeks flushed, chest heaving for breaths, and her legs spread wantonly apart...the man couldn't help but stare at the quivering mess he'd reduced her too.
Smugly, he waited. Hermione felt frustrated at having been denied an orgasm. "Well?" she demanded breathlessly.
"Well," the other prompted.
"Are you seriously going to leave me like this?"
Lips touched her neck, and she shuddered, as the man sucked at her pulse point. "Thought you didn't want this." He strokes her folds deliberately, his finger slow and torturous. Hermione bit her lip to keep from moaning again.
"I...I don't," she murmured slowly.
"If you insist..."
"Wait!"
She swore he was smirking. "Yes, Granger?"
"Please...could you finish me off at least, or untie me?"
Her eyes were squeezed shut behind the blindfold, embarrassed. She heard the man sigh dramtically. "I want you to beg for it."
"I don't beg."
Hermione cried out, as a tongue suddenly poked at her clit, stimulating the sensitive bud. "Beg, and I'll give you what you want...beg for my cock to fill you, to fuck you senseless...beg for me like the dirty slut you are."
She hated to admit it, but the husky voice and the words he used made her lust for him. "I won't...beg..." she gasped, as he again sucked at her clit. "Nngh...please," she finally gave in. "Merlin, please!"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me hard! I need you to fuck me!"
She heard him drop his trousers, before he suddenly pressed his body to hers. Hands grasped her thighs, lifting her legs so that her entire weight was now supported by the man. Both of them groaned, as he suddenly slammed into her, him out of pleasure, and she out of pain.
"So...big," she whimpered. "It's too big!"
"Merlin, Granger, it's 'cause you're so fucking tight...feels so fucking good..."
Her back scraped against the bricks as he began to pound into her, picking up speed quickly as he mercilessly fucked her. As he shifted her weight and pressed her even more roughly into the wall, she screamed in pleasure. "Right there," she sobbed. "Right there...let me hold you...wanna hold you..."
The charms holding her arms bound and stuck to the wall dropped, and she wrapped her arms around her captor, not even caring about the blindfold as she dug her nails into his shirt. With a wandless spell, the man removed his shirt, not breaking his rhythm. Hermione cried out as her breasts pressed into the man's defined chest. Lips found where her neck met her shoulder, and bit down roughly, bruising her pale skin.
"You like being fucked against a wall, don't you, slut? You like knowing I can make you pregnant with my Death Eater spawn, don't you?"
Hermione could only moan.
Higher and higher, the pressure built, as they became increasingly incoherent. "I'm gonna...gonna...I'm cumming!" she screamed, as pleasure ripped through her body, curling her toes.
The man groaned as her walls tightened around him, and with a long moan of ecstasy, he too released. He continued to ram into her as he rode out his orgasm, feeling her shudder and cry out as an aftershock tore through her. Her pussy milked his cock until every last drop safely rested in her, and he pulled out with a wet sounding 'pop'.
Hermione felt shaky, but extremely satisfied. Pullig off the blindfold, she met grey eyes that sparkled back at her in smug amusement.
"Told you I'd make you scream for more."
"Technically, I didn't scream, I begged."
"I can fix that..."
"I'll take you up on that offer, Draco Malfoy."
