Is it strange, to look at her like that? Is it wrong, since she is a mudblood? But she's the most beautiful girl in school. Her milky skin shone in the light and her chestnut curls bounced on her back. Her skirt was rolled up so it showed some of her thin smooth thighs.
She came walking down the corridor, alone. Her hair swung as she walked. Her leather book bag was draped across on shoulder and her arms were full of books.
He stepped out right in front of her, and she gasped as she walked straight into his hard chest and fell, landing hard on the stone floor.
"What the hell Malfoy?" She cursed.
That's not my name. Say my name.
Her books tumbled from her arms and her papers flew. Her quills skidded across the floor and her inkbottle rolled right beneath an old antique cupboard.
He watched in silence as she scrambled to collect her belongings. She shoved her reports messily into her bag and then looked around for her missing bottle of ink. She caught sight of it, and sighed. She got down on her knees and reached for it, scrabbling for it with her fingers.
She only managed to push it further away, so that it rolled and hit the wall. She gave an irritated huff and laid her chest flat on the ground, so that her rear end stuck up into the air.
His mouth watered as she swayed it softly, still trying to reach for the tiny bottle. He dropped his own bag onto the floor and grabbed her by the shoulders, yanking her up.
She yelped as she was thrust hard against the wall, his strong arms on either side of her, preventing escape.
"What are you? Mmf!" One of his large hands covered her soft lips.
"Shh." He cooed. She started reaching for her wand but he was faster. He ripped it from her pocket and slipped it into his own. She glared at him and bit into his hand.
His face didn't change as he let go of her mouth and gripped her chin. She gasped as his nails dug in, and her beautiful eyes watered as blood was drawn.
Yes. No one else is allowed to make you cry.
His head moved closer, so that their lips were only a breath away. Her breathing intensified and her heart rate sped up. And then with a smack that echoed throughout the empty halls, his palm collided with her cheek.
She cried out and her knees buckled for a moment. She fell against him and his arms wrapped around her thin waist.
"You gonna bite me again princess?" He whispered. She shook her head, desperately trying to pull away. "Good. Because if you disobey me, the consequences are way worse."
She had started banging on his chest, and he caught her tiny wrists. He pulled her even closer and enjoyed the terror clear in those chocolate orbs.
"You're mine pretty. All mine. And once all of this is over, you'll be mine to keep."
"I-I don't belong to anyone Malfoy. Let alone YOU!" She spat the last part, and a nasty grin grew on those pale lips.
"Oh? That's not what my claiming mark says."
"What claiming mark?" Her voice shook.
"This one." And the tip of his wand pressed into her throat. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in a gasp as a silver dragon erupted out of the end. It traveled all across her skin and she whimpered as the burning sensation filled her lunges.
It crawled down and settled just above her heart. A tiny scream left her lips as the edges of the tattoo gleamed and burned down into her perfect skin. Tears streamed down her milky cheeks as the tattoo settled.
He smirked and started to undo her buttons. Just the top two. He wanted to see his mark. She was in too much pain to do much else than to cling to him.
He ran his fingers over it, and pained cry escaped her lips.
"Hush." He murmured and stroked her hair. She was watching him with hate clear in her watery eyes.
"Oh don't look at me like that, darling. This mark just shows and proves who you belong to."
"I'm getting it removed as soon as I can." She insisted weakly. He grinned.
"You can't. I used the religando charm." Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.
"N-no! That's illegal! It hasn't b-been used in…"
"Centuries." He rested his fore head against hers. "I know. But now, it has been. You're mine Hermione Granger."
Her heart rate sped up even more.
"Hermione? You over here?" A voice called. He smirked and summoned her inkbottle. He pressed it into her hands and placed a kiss on her soft pink lips.
He turned without another word and shrank into the shadows. He watched as Harry Potter turned the corner. Potter ran up to his girl and just as he reached for her she collapsed. Potter caught her and yelled for help. More footsteps were heard and Draco Malfoy smirked.
Mine. All Mine.
The dragon on Hermione's chest glowed.
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