You Like It Hot Scum?
Hermione
I was currently walking from Transfiguration to Potions class. It was now my sixth year at Hogwarts. It was wild, hectic, and chaotic. As usual. Suddenly though, as I was twelve feet from the Potions door, I felt a large hand cover my mouth. I smelt something strange and then I fainted.
My eyelids slowly fluttered open.
"What the bloody hell?" I asked, noticing my surroundings.
I was tied up to the bed posts of a large bed. Certainly not the ones in the dormitories. It was almost familiar and I could faintly smell a put out fire. That was when I realized where I was. Hagrid's Hut. But Hagrid had been out hunting for two weeks. The door creaked in and in stepped Vincent Crabbe.
"Crabbe? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"
"This is a message from me. Telling you to leave Hogwarts. All you are is a filthy, dirty mudblood and you deserve nothing more than to die." He spat.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not leaving Hogwarts." I said bravely.
"Then I will give you a little nudge."
He walked over to me and slapped me hard across the face.
"If you think that's going to make me leave, you're barking mad."
"I didn't want it to come to this, mudblood." He sighed.
His hands made their way to my body.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" I shouted and squirmed against the ropes, but it was no use.
He caressed my breasts and squeezed them hard, making me feel a mixture of pleasure and hatred. With one swift movement, he brought up a knife and began sawing through my clothes until only my undergarments were present on my body. He slowly sliced through my bra until it fell off of me, and then did the same with my underwear.
"What do you want from me?"
"I want you to leave Hogwarts, mudblood."
In my mind I was thinking:
'He won't really do this, Hermione. You have nothing to worry about.'
He lifted up two fingers and propped them at my entrance. My eyes widened and I shook my head quickly. He smirked and nodded, and then he thrust his fingers inside of me. I let out a small scream. He continued to thrust his fingers back and forth, inside of me. I was now letting out soft moans, which probably just intrigued on the bastard even more.
He took his fingers out of me and slowly sucked my juices off of each finger, individually. He lifted his shirt up and off of him. With the heavy, thick sweater, Crabbe looked like he was a fat guy. But it was his thick clothes that gave off that appearance. Underneath, he was absolutely hot. He had large muscles and a rippling six pack of abs that would make any witch swoon. I tried my best not to look at him.
Next his hand swiftly undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. I could see a large tent forming in his underwear as he stared on at my naked body. Finally, he dropped his boxers to the floor and revealed his nine inch penis. He walked over to me and began rubbing all over my body.
Then he positioned himself at my entrance. I let the tears fall thick and fast as he penetrated me. He was thrusting in and out, extremely fast. It could have been two hours, or two minutes, or two lifetimes. It didn't matter. I was now a sweaty, crying mess.
"You like it hot, scum?" He asked me and then he released his juices inside of me.
He undid the ropes and gave me a fresh pair of robes.
"Have a nice day, Hermione"