Dominance and Consequences
CHAPTER ONE
Hermione stepped into the owlry and found her chosen carrier. She had to go to one of the back rows to find her choice, a fluffy grey owl with cool eyes. He nodded to her as she tied the letter onto its talon, his demeanor cool and collected, exactly what Hermione needed for the owl who would deliver this message to her parents.
The owl shifted as it eyed something behind her. Hermione turned and saw Malfoy strut in alone. He snatched up the darkest owl, who cried out in pain as he forcefully put the letter on its leg and threw it out the window.
"You're a real piece of work, you know," Hermione said forcefully, gently letting her owl out onto the ledge. He nodded again before silently flying away.
"What do you care, Mudblood? You're still writing to your wittle ol' mummy," Draco mocked, coming closer. "I'm up here handling business, unlike some people. You're probably bragging to your Muggle parents about your pathetically good grades."
"Just because I write my parents and keep them informed of my life doesn't make me a bad person. Maybe if you wrote home more often, you and your father would be closer."
"Don't you say a bloody thing about my father!" Draco screamed. Before he realized what was happening, he had Hermione pinned to the wall, his hand wrapped around her throat. Owls moved to the opposite side of the room, some flying off as they sensed the escalating scene.
Hermione grabbed for her wand but it rolled out of reach. Malfoy grinned, suddenly growing hard. He'd had erections before but he'd never done anything but stroke it himself, at least until now.
He knew Hermione was strong thanks to that punch in third year, but he knew he could take her now that they were older. He removed his hand from her throat, forcefully bringing her to her knees. He ripped her robes, turning the strips of fabric into ropes that wrapped around her wrists and pulled her ankles apart.
"Stop it! Stop! You're hurting me!" Hermione hissed in a choked whisper, her throat too sore to do much else. It was still too much noise for Malfoy, who cast a charm to keep her silent. Even as he pulled off her frilly pink underwear and exposed himself to her untamed garden, he could tell she wanted to scream, but he wouldn't let her.
He entered her, moaning loudly as he realized what he'd been missing. No wonder all those crazy older students were always trying to find a quiet place to fuck. This is amazing! He thought, sliding in and out. Hermione was wetter than he expected. Was she enjoying this too?
He couldn't let that happen. He thrust harder, feeling her body shudder, especially when he missed, his penis slamming across her anus and up her ass crack or forward, his pubes thrashing into hers. It was messy, this whole sex business, but Malfoy knew if he just kept going, there would be plenty of rewards to be had.
A minute in, he slid out, his penis sliding through her forest of pubes, sending shivers of pleasure through him. He moaned as he found the opening again, which was enough to make him come. Gobs of semen sprayed between their thighs as Malfoy panted, leaning over Hermione to catch his breath as his penis returned to its flacid state, happily buzzing from the action.
"Heh, Mudblood," Malfoy snickered, putting himself back together and strutting out the door.
Hermione sat there with tears in her eyes. She had never been more violated in her entire life, and she had to fix this. She needed to report the crime and make sure he got expelled, that his children got expelled, even his children's children.
The ties fell from her wrist as she struggled against them. Her robe fell off of her, exposing her matching pink bra. The panties were nowhere to be found. Thankfully her wand was nearby, and Hermione grinned as a new thought filled her mind.
The walk back to the main halls of Hogwarts weren't as painful as she expected. Hermione had read enough of the scribbles in the girls' bathroom to know what that meant. Malfoy must be small, otherwise that wouldn't have been so easy for her. It was unpleasant, yes, but about as mild as picking your nose and realizing you'd gone up a little far.
She would fix this permanently.
Malfoy was easy to find. He was in the center of the Great Hall telling everyone who could crowd around him about his fun with the Mudblood. They all knew who he meant without excess commentary, and it didn't help that she parted the crowd, her robes dangling off of her and her wand drawn.
"What is this? Coming back for more?" Malfoy sneered, causing Crabbe and Goyle to laugh like always at their master's joke.
The flash of light was unexpected. The spell was said, no, screamed, to the crowd, Malfoy's silencing charm finally broken. But no one knew exactly what had happened until Malfoy started to whimper like a child, his robes shifting as something writhed underneath.
People began backing up as Malfoy's face turned to one of pure horror. Even Crabbe and Goyle stepped back slowly, their eyes locked on their friend.
With a slight ripping sound, the source became known. Out from under Malfoy's robes emerged a long squid-like tentacle, pale like the color of his penis.
In front of everyone Malfoy dropped his pants. Sure enough, Hermione had turned his penis into a thin, yet long and wispy, tentacle.