Draco pushed Hermione inside one of the bathroom stalls and she tried to stifle a moan. It reeked of piss and stale cigarettes but albeit, it was the only convenient place in the Valkyrie.
She tried to keep her gaze down, shy, afraid and actually, a bit thrilled. She could feel her self getting wet under his smeltering gaze.
"Now, you know why we're having this conversation, don't you?" He caresses her cheeks and tilts her chin up. Mouth quivering, she still tried to keep her eyes averted from his.
"You really don't think I wouldn't notice? Three red marks on your neck. You've been a really bad girl."
She closes her eyes and bites her lip. He might be thinking that she had him under his full influence but oh, he was damn wrong. She wanted every single thing she was doing to her.
"I... I couldn't resist it. I needed it badly. I'm so-"
He slaps her before she could finish her sentence. She could feel her clitoris throbbing under the humiliation of it all.
"Spare me the bullshit. Now what was our deal?"
She loved this, every single moment of it. He rarely gets riled up, and the fact that she was able to evoke this side of him makes her feel like an invincible dominatrix in sheep's clothing.
"I- I'm yours. And my body only belongs to you." She stuttered. Just for effects.
"That's right," he concedes. "But this," he slips his rough, calloused fingers under her silk panties, "This had been violated by someone else. He inserts two digits inside her, takes it out, and spreads his two fingers. "Look how wet you are, you filthy little slut. You enjoy being humiliated like this?"
She stayed silent. All she is is an image; a reputable good girl who consistently achieved straight As and an activist for UN advocacies. She couldn't afford to reveal this side of her.
He roughly shoves back his fingers inside her, but this time, he added two more. She doubles back in pain and pleasure. She could feel her eyes becoming a bit hazy, her recollections beginning to dwindle until he slaps her back to reality.
"I didn't peg you for a masochistic whore." He smirks. Suddenly, he unzips his pants and forces her on her knees. He squeezes her mouth open and shoves his long, throbbing length deep inside her throat. Her shouts are muffled, she gags, and for a few moments she almost cried.
But she loved it. She loved every single moment of it. The stench of piss. The lingering scent of stale cigarettes. The dim lights. His rough hands. His long shaft. Her hair being grabbed. His sardonic smirk. Her lewd moans. The murmurs of the idle standbys outside. The wetness between her knees. And the humiliation of it all.