Disclaimer: I do not own anything. JK ROWLING OWNS EVERYTHING. I make no money off of this writing, its just for fun.
Warnings: Not HP DH Compliant.
Graphic Material. MATURE CONTENT. Sex, profanity and everything else.
Draco stared at Granger as his words sunk in.
Hermione looked tired, plain and simple. Her hair was a frizzy rat-ball's nest and dark circles outlined her dull eyes, set in a pale face. She did not look like she had eaten in a month. Painfully thin, she even lost the breasts that Draco knew for a fact that she had.
That particular knowledge was gained through a titillating experience during his fifth year while Umbridge was around.
Granger had been keeping secrets and Draco blackmailed her into letting him cop a feel in exchange he would keep the Room of Requirement secret for a little while. Eventually it had not mattered anymore anyway.
Still, the look of rage on her face when he made her let him touch her was worth it.
The war had killed any kind of fun mischievous pranks at the school. The Carrow's were a pair of sick puppies and having those people teaching students was a joke. Although Hermione would never believe him, he actually was doing her a favor.
Draco smiled slowly as Hermione trembled in thought. God, she was so obvious. Her every heartbeat focused on her planning an escape.
Draco picked up a copy of 'Moste Potente Potions' and thumbed through it. Classes began tomorrow, not that it really mattered anymore, but his mother had insisted he still go. Draco tossed the book down on the bed and pulled off his shirt.
Hermione turned to see what fell on the bed and she locked her gaze with Draco's chest. His chest was muscular and lean, and it made her eyes glaze over slightly.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Hermione sputtered slightly. "Put your shirt back on."
"Why Granger? Cant breath at the sight of me?" Draco sneers and flops on the bed.
Hermione blinks at the soft pale hair that makes a trail down his belly leading into the waist of his silk pants.
Draco flipped the pillow to rest behind him and he opened the book.
Hermione felt strangely domestic in this weird situation. Draco looked completely unperturbed to have her in his bedroom, while his shirt was off and he studied.
Hermione cleared her throat. "Where am I supposed to sleep, Malfoy?"
Draco lowered the book and gaze heatedly at her, his smile growing slyly. "Where do you think you sleep?"
Hermione swallowed hard as her imagination took over. "With you?"
Draco said nothing but lowered his eyelashes to her in contemplation. He reached a hand out and patted the other side of the bed.
Hermione looked pointedly at him. "I have no clothes. Nobody let us bring our things."
Draco shrugged. "You can wear one of my shirts, until your clothing arrives."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "But they couldn't possibly know where my things are!"
"Actually, Mudblood's will be supplied a set of robes, ordained by the school. That is all. They will be delivered tomorrow." Draco thumbed over another page in the book, no longer looking at her.
Hermione looked like her rage was strangling her. Her face reddened and she gasped. "I'm not sleeping with you and especially not in your bloody shirt!"
"I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that." Roldolphus Lestrange's smooth voice rippled from behind her.
Standing in the open door it was obvious that Azkaban had ravaged the Death Eater a bit. Lestrange was once a good-looking man whose allegiance to the Dark Lord had changed him into a cruel looking dark wizard that rivaled Severus Snape on a bad day.
A flash of white teeth reminded her of the Muggle stories of the Wolf. Hermione stumbled back and sat on the bed next to Draco, staring hard at Rodolphus.
Lestrange had almost succeeded in killing her once.
Hermione still remembered the immense pain he had given to her and plus, she had killed his wife. He seemed almost too jovial considering what she had done to him.
Lestrange moved closer into the room and Draco glared at him. "Knock did ya? Strange, I didn't hear it."
"Come now Draco, no need to get testy. I just wanted to see for myself the little Mudblood that so captivated Voldemort's attention. I couldn't help overhearing that the princess does not like her castle too much…?" Lestrange grabbed the chair by the desk and flipped it, straddling it and staring at her with gleaming dark eyes.
"You know, you could be with the other Mudbloods. I can arrange that for you. Would you like that?" Lestrange offered cordially.
Hermione nodded cautiously. Why be here with Draco when she could be starting a rebellion with the other captives.
Draco cursed under his breath at Lestrange's offer. Hermione was going to fall for this crap; she was naive enough to think it was a good idea. She did not know what the other Mudbloods were being used for.
Draco scowled at Rodolphus and slid off the bed, closing his book. "Trust me; this one is too skinny for your purposes. She is all hair and no curves." Lestrange's eyes glittered as he stared down at Hermione on the bed.
Hermione suddenly felt very far away from herself. Draco cupped one of her breasts nonchalantly as she froze. Draco seemed to weigh it in his hands.
"The mudblood needs to gain weight. She is too skinny. She had huge jugs before." Draco's tone was dispassionate, as if he was discussing an object.
Hermione suddenly felt grateful for that coldness, at least in the face of the leering that Lestrange did that made her want to crawl inside herself and die. Hermione resisted the urge to slap Draco's face as she felt his hand slide down to her belly and rest there.
Draco stared icily at Lestrange. "She is all skin and bones."
Lestrange growled slightly. "If she wants to go, she can."
Hermione stared at the two darkly contrasted men. One man was obvious, with his ruthlessly cruel demeanor, his dark looks and deranged features. The other man was more subtle, a golden fallen angel with a cold, sadistic streak.
Rudolphus grabbed Hermione by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "Come Mudblood. I will help you, even if you are skinny and unappealing."
Hermione yelped as Lestrange grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her towards the door. Draco watched with cold, indifferent eyes as she was lead from his room.
Draco sighed and pulled on his robes hurriedly, around his bare chest. Granger always got into trouble at school, so this was genuinely of little surprise to him.
Lestrange was hurting her arm as he dragged her further into the dungeon, after a few minutes they reached a large bolted door.
Lestrange's eyes glowed and he waved his wand for a moment. Unwarding the door, it clicked open. Lestrange released her arm. "Well, Mudblood. Sleep here tonight. You got your wish."
Hermione noted that it was quiet and dark. Something felt swishy inside her stomach as she contemplated the door in front of her. A noise alerted her to Draco's presence behind her.
Hermione darted a quick look at his eyes but they revealed nothing to her. Empty like windowpanes on a gray foggy day.
Hermione hesitantly pushed open the door and walked through. Hermione could hear a 'Pop' sound as suddenly noises were deafening. Screams, moans, crying, smacking, wet slapping, and groans filled her ears and words whispered across the wet rock floor beneath her feet. Hermione closed herself off and felt herself float above the noises. Her sense of smell was burning from the varying degrees of musk, metallic, burning smells that were in that moment, her very definition of evil. Hermione forced her eyes open and saw things that burned into her retinas.
Amycus Carrow has one of the Muggleborn, sixth years pushed forward onto her knees, her face pushed into Alecto's legs. The poor girl's mouth was open as she sloppily cried in between Alecto's wet center. With every fresh sob, Alecto shrieked with pleasure.
Hermione felt the vomit come up before she could help herself. Falling to her knees she dry vomited harshly.
The ground felt slick with blood and something chunkier, wet and she realized that she was not the first one to lose her lunch here.
"Yes, you filthy little Mudblood, you know the only thing you will be learning here today is to please your masters. By the end of the year, once you are sterilized, you will become the perfect mistress for any Death Eater. First, you must learn to please a Mistress as well. So continue!"
Alecto pressed harder on the girls face and buried her between her legs. Hermione frantically tried to recall the girls name. Mariah something.
Amycus grinned sadistically watching as his sister forced the poor child deeper between her legs, smothering her almost.
"When is it my turn, sister? She does have a perfectly round rump, a bit of a poke would hardly hurt the child." He giggled and he ran his finger over the crack of her buttocks slowly.
Mariah cried out and struggled to rise, but Amycus forced her body back down as he explored her from behind with his pudgy fingers.
"No, no that wouldn't do." Amycus slid his finger into her tightly puckered hole without any fan fare.
Mariah screamed from the sudden intrusion, bucking wildly from the pain. Alecto getting the brunt of her screams and bucking, pushed the girls face into her pussy, suddenly arched her back as she slammed the girls face back down.
"Yes! Yes, oh good Gods brother. You always did have the best timing." Alecto panted as her hands suddenly rubbed the girls face, all over her flowing juices from her orgasm.
Mariah sobbed as she tried to breath from the cum dripping between her legs. The pain searing her from behind, added with the humiliation of drinking the entire Headmistress's cum, caused her to suddenly black out.
The girl fell limp between Alecto's legs and she pushed her body off her with a look of disgust. "Bloody great. She didn't finish cleaning me off."
Alecto slowly rose to her feet staring at the now comatose girl at her feet.
"I think I can handle it." Lestrange strode forward grasping Hermione by the upper arm. "The Mudblood refused the Malfoy suite. Said that she wished she was with her other Mudblood friends."
Alecto narrowed her eyes slightly and stared down at Hermione. Hermione was plainly in shock.
"This is one of the Golden Trio. She is strong and rebellious. The Dark Lord was very clear; he wanted Malfoy to handle her. Still, since she is here. Imperius!"
Hermione could feel the effect of it before she could react, and her legs propelled her forward reluctantly. Hermione could feel tears spilling down her cheeks, as she dropped to her knees before Alecto. Lestrange and his cronies suddenly
Hermione could smell the scent of sex and musky earthiness dripping off Alecto's sweaty thighs. Hermione felt the compulsion and she leaned forward, extending her tongue to touch the wetness seeping down from her wet slippery folds.
Humiliation burned into her cheeks, as she was forced to bury her nose into her slit first. Compelled still, she gently began to lap at the wet sopping folds. Hermione gagged on the sour taste of sweat and woman but she compulsively swallowed.
"Enough!" Draco pushed through the crowd of Death Eaters heading for Alecto.
Draco looked furious and Hermione continued her ministrations since Alecto did not lift the spell as of yet. Hermione felt disgusted with herself for not being able to prevent the Imperius command and her eyes filled with self-loathing as she continued to swallow the refuse.
Draco jerked Hermione back from Alecto and inserted himself in between them. Hermione clawed at the back of his legs as she tried to get back to Alecto, still suffering from the curse.
"Drop it…" Draco's quiet voice held a warning that Alecto recognized. Alecto shrugged and released Hermione from the Imperius.
Hermione fell to the floor sobbing at Draco's feet. Draco merely stared down at her before turning to Alecto. "You know the Dark Lord's instructions Carrow. He would be displeased to hear you ignored them." Draco murmured icily.
Lestrange laughed behind him as Hermione tried to pull herself into a fetal position, huddling behind Draco for protection. "Yes, Malfoy. His decree specifically entailed giving the Mudblood what she wanted, within reason."
"And we did… She asked to come here." Lestrange salivated slightly. "Besides, from the looks of it, I just did you a huge favor."
Hermione whimpered as she tried to block Lestrange's words out, her hands pressed tightly to her ears. Draco looked at him in disgust and he leaned down and picked her up.
Hermione just shuddered as she felt his hands on her, but she did not protest the sudden warmth. She felt so cold. Hermione's face sought the warmth of his neck as Draco held her. Pressing her wet face to his skin, Hermione sobbed harder, closing her eyes.
Alecto smirked slightly. "What's the big deal? This is nothing compared to what we do to the others."
Draco shrugged slightly with indifference, shifting Hermione's weight a bit in his arms. "I just follow orders. You would be wise to do the same."
Draco heard a guttural noise behind him and Fenrir stepped out to the side of him. "Who died and made you head boss."
The werewolf's teeth jutted out sharply, his rangy build covered by hair and the sudden scent of blood, sex and death trickled into Draco's nostrils. Draco breathed deeply before turning to face him.
Draco's eyes reflected a bit of the cold rage that gripped him right now. The eyes of the damned soul that he was began to seep through and even Fenrir took an involuntary step back.
"Severus Snape, oh… and my Father, the weak sod." Draco murmured with a quiet tone that belied the maliciousness of his words.
All of the Death Eaters remembered what happened when Draco had destroyed his father for Voldemort. He had tortured him to death. The screams were heard throughout the Mansion it was said.
Voldemort had been so impressed with the depth of his hatred and determination; he had replaced Malfoy as his right-hand-man after Snape died. The only reason he was still in school was to serve one purpose. Granger. The Dark Lord had plans for the last member of the Trio. His trophy. Hermione Granger.
Grudgingly Fenrir moved out of the way, and Malfoy carried the girl from the chamber.
Draco turned over the images of Granger and Alecto in his head. He had never felt such rage before in his life. Something in seeing Granger broken that way infuriated him. He felt sick and he wanted to break every bone in that old cunt's face.
Draco purposefully made his way back to his room and kicked the door shut. Granger was still making small snuffling noises as she tried to burrow her way into his neck. He had tried to warn her but since when does Granger ever listen to him. Bloody know-it-all.
A moment had happened in that dungeon that caused him to pause. Granger had gone to him for protection. She had huddled at his feet like a supplicating cat. Draco had felt a surge of lust at that. Hermione was begging him for help, on her knees. It almost made up for some of the things that the Trio had done over the years.
Draco set her down on the bed. He lowered himself to stare into her eyes. "Granger… Mudblood." He snapped his fingers in her face but she did not blink.
Draco felt something twist inside him at her lack of responsiveness. He did not know what possessed him to do it. Perhaps some sadistic side of him wanted the angst that would follow his action. But, Draco just could not help himself.
Suddenly Draco leaned forward and brushed her mouth with his lips, softly. Pulling back, he looked for a reaction; he did not have to wait long.
"You sick, foul, loathsome…" Granger snapped to life and she wailed her hands, trying to slap at him.
Hermione felt herself move again. This feeling felt familiar, this hatred and disgust with Malfoy. Strangely, it felt normal and she reveled in it. Hermione hissed as she tried to connect with his face and Draco easily evaded her slap.
"How could you?" Hermione suddenly ran out of anger and Draco felt his heart stop at her broken tone.
"I always hoped for you to change you know." Her words sounded dull to him and he dropped her hands as if they were dragon fire. Draco rose and turned to face the bookcase, not facing her.
"Somehow, I never gave up hoping you would join our side." Hermione said flatly.
Draco stared across at her but did not meet her eyes. "Then you are a fool."
Hermione nodded hollowly. "Yes, I was."
Draco dismissed the urge to throw all the books to the floor in a fit of anger. Hermione sounded so numb, so dead. He did not know why it bothered him but it did.
Seeing Granger there with tears stains on her face on his bed, should have been the highlight to a terrible year. Instead, he felt odd.
Draco slammed his fist into the wall.
"Well, we better get on with it." Draco whispered grimly."
Hermione stared across at him uncomprehending his meaning.
Draco cursed under his breath and walked slowly towards her.
"You didn't really think that you would sit in my room, eat my food, wear my clothes and do nothing at all for me, did you?"
Hermione tilted her head as the cobwebs began to clear in her befuddled brain.
"Take off your clothes, Granger. I want to fuck you now." Draco's blunt words shocked her.
Hermione looked suspiciously at him. Draco did not look like someone who wanted to have sex; he looked like someone who wanted to punch a hole in the wall.
Maybe she was that hole, Hermione thought grimly.
Draco walked closer and dropped his robes as he moved. He was wearing the silk drawstring pants from earlier still. Hermione stared across at him with undisguised confusion.
"But why? I'm not attractive, you said so yourself." Hermione shifted on the bed and scooted back until her back was touching the wall.
Draco looked annoyed. His silvery gaze was slowly heating up, as some of her original annoying personality started to peek through. This perversely caused a leap of lust in him and he could feel himself hardening.
Draco Malfoy suddenly knew he was in deep, deep trouble.
Draco crossed the room to where Hermione had huddled up on the bed. His expression was grim as he slowly pushed the hair back that had fallen in her face.
Draco spoke quietly, matter-of-factly. "Hermione, you aren't very attractive right now, that is true. However, that does not matter to the other Death Eaters. Surely you see that?"
Hermione's eyes drifted to the edge of the bed and she stared purposefully at the floor. Draco smirked slightly at her little show of defiance.
"You said my name." Hermione said after a moment.
Draco looked at her startled. "Granger. I said, Granger."
Hermione had felt herself go soft inside when Draco had said her name like that.
"Hermione… You said my name." She stared suspiciously at him.
Draco glared at her. "I think I will stick to Mudblood."
Hermione bristled slightly and shrugged. "Do what you like, I don't have a say so either way, Ferret."
Draco sneered coldly at her use of his hated nickname. "This isn't a bloody joke Mudblood. They could kill you or worse…"
"Who's laughing?" Hermione whispered, and she felt something give at his words, and suddenly she dropped her face against her drawn up knees.
"Do…whatever you want." Hermione mumbled into her knees.
Draco stared hard at her for a long moment frustrated. "I can only protect you so long if you aren't willing to help me, Granger."
"Why! Why are you bloody protecting me you little rodent. You make me sick!" Hermione suddenly hissed quite clearly.
"Strange, just a short while ago I couldn't get you to stop clinging to me for protection and now we are back to the insults." Draco murmured mildly. "I must be bloody insane for asking for you."
"You did what?" Hermione looked up shock now and she unfolded her legs, stalking towards him.
Draco was a full-grown dark wizard but this petite Amazon jabbing her finger his way, was making him nervous with her barrage of questions. "You never struck me as hard of hearing, Mudblood."
Hermione impatiently waved away his mild insult, and advanced on him further. "If my ears do not deceive me, you never said why."
Draco wet his lips and began to stalk towards her. "Isn't it obvious to a know-it-all like you?" Draco leered at her and Hermione shuddered slowly, wrapping her arms about herself.
"You're being deliberately vague." Hermione stared at him.
"And you are being infuriatingly ungrateful, annoying and provocative." Draco retorted closing the gap between them. "Now, strip off your bloody clothes now. Do it slowly. I like to watch my girls pull it off."
Hermione stared at him in rage and misery but strangely, she felt quite warm from his commanding words. Draco was staring intently at her, his silver eyes molten from latent heat. Hermione took a moment to stare critically at him from under her lashes.
Draco's hair was shining and soft, fierce eyes and perfect-chiseled features, elegant neck that led to his upper torso, which seemed sculpted from Quidditch. He looked angelic, like a statue she saw in a Muggle Museum, every part, simply perfect.
Hermione felt her mouth grow dry and she tried to remember all the reasons she hated him. Harry's death, Dumbledore's betrayal, the blackmail, her teeth, the mudblood comments and every single day since she met him had something to offer as to why she should hate everything about him.
Hermione tried to summon some disgust in her, but all she felt was strange warmth coming from between her legs and a tingling sensation throughout her body. Draco stared into her eyes and saw all her doubts flashing as obvious as a neon sign.
Draco narrowed his gaze as she struggled with her inner demons and he finally snapped at her. "Now, Mudblood!"
Draco had a feeling this was not going to be enjoyable, but if he did not do it, someone else would. Why he cared? Well obviously, he has invested the most time in making Granger miserable over the years. He deserved this. Clearly.
Hermione stood up slowly from the bed and she nervously dropped her hands to her shirt. Numb fingers began to fiddle with the buttons as she pushed them through the loopholes. Hermione did not dare look up, her face infused red with embarrassment. After she unbuttoned the last button, the shirt fell open revealing a lace white bra.
Draco felt a shaft of heat to his groin at the sight of Granger's pink nipples through the lace bra. Her ribs showed and in contrast, her breasts seemed obscenely plump next to her narrow waist. Draco had lied to Lestrange. Gods, she was still as big as he remembered. Draco remembered that about Granger, she had soft, pillowy, beautiful tits.
Draco remembered telling Blaise it was the Gods joke on Slytherin everywhere, giving Granger the best rack in the school.
It use to infuriate him how Granger had the best body is school but she was not only plain in the face, but an insufferable know-it-all. Draco remembered deliberately starting fights with her in school before just so she would get mad. Her nipples hardened when she got angry. It had been magnificent to witness.
Draco schooled his features to reflect nothing of his thoughts. His body had other plans and his cock swelled just from seeing those hard pebbles. Hermione was staring at the ground forcibly.
"You're not done." Draco said quietly.
Hermione clutched her back and unhooked the bra, letting the full weight of her breasts out. They positively quivered when they were set free. The pink nipples were paler then he recalled and Draco nearly swallowed his tongue when she swiftly stepped out of her skirt and unrolled her panties.
Suddenly she was naked in front of him and Draco's mind temporarily went on vacation.
Granger of the impossibly long legs, pert ass, full tits and the most curvaceous body in Hogwarts, was looking a little skinny. However, her breasts more then made up for it. Soft brown curls lay at the apex between her legs and Draco could see a dampness there that startled him.
Draco felt dumbfounded.
He aroused Granger.
Draco Malfoy was making her wet.
Granger crossed her arms over her breasts and stared at him defiantly. "What now?"
"Come here." Draco managed.
Hermione slowly moved forward towards him. Each step caused her big tits to bounce and Draco suddenly felt like something was strangling his cock.
"Merlin, your body should be illegal." Draco growled as she walked forward.
Hermione blinked at his tense words and she wet her lips at the look of hunger on Draco's face. "What do you want me to do?"
Draco considered her for a moment and then nodded to the floor.
"I want you on your knees."
Draco's soft voice nearly undid her as his words sunk in. He wanted her submissive to him. With a soft shudder she fell to her knees at his feet. Draco groaned and ran his hands through her mass of rioting curls and guided her mouth to his erection that showed through his pants.
Hermione blinked up at him with a mixture of confusion, desire and disgust on her face. Draco nodded to his pants.
Hermione's trembling fingers slide to the top button, she opened it, and then his pants fell at a pool about his waist. Draco was clearly not wearing anything underneath. Like the rest of him, his cock was big, smooth, perfect and throbbing hard.
Draco almost came from Hermione staring at him. Fixated on his cock, her eyes were level with it and her mouth was so close, he could feel hot spurts of breath as she raggedly struggled to breath.
Draco nudged closer, the tip of his cock brushed against her soft, open mouth, and she gasped. Draco groaned and shoved it inside, encasing it in her mouth.
Hermione choked on the unexpected move but slowly she began to relax her throat more. Her tongue lapped at the bottom of his cock and he slowly pulled it out with a pant. "Gods… Her…Granger…Suck it."
Hermione tasted him tentatively and found it to intoxicating to be causing this reaction with her tongue. She felt his hand gently curl around her hair and he shoved in deeper inside, groaning with each thrust.
Hermione felt her mouth getting swollen from his thick length gliding in and out and she finally gagged from the weight of it. Falling backwards, she wiped her mouth slowly, watching as Draco tried for some semblance of control.
"Gods Granger, I had no idea you were so good at sucking." Draco whispered harshly as he tried to keep himself from coming.
Hermione felt tears form irrationally at this inanely cruel insult. There were so many things that she was good at, not that Draco would ever admit it. To have this be the first compliment he paid her, was a cold slap in the face.
Draco opened his eyes and stumbled onto the bed and he pulled her with him. Hermione fell against his broad chest and she could feel his erection between her legs, pressing insistently. Draco stared into her overly bright tear filled eyes and he felt a nugget of remorse, deep inside of him that he blatantly ignored.
"Now, climb on top of me. I'm going to use your beautiful little body until you can't walk for a week." Hermione suddenly felt the urge to smack his beautiful face, but she remembered the alternative to this and grudgingly she crawled on top of him.
She was definitely aroused and Draco could feel that wetness calling to his cock, like a siren. "Gods your so wet Granger. I bet your wet all the time like this. So easy, such a hot little witch." Draco murmured as Hermione lowered herself onto his cock. Hermione stiffened as she felt the first part of the invasion.
Draco shifted from the sudden wet heat about to encase him. Damn, Granger was tight. It must have been a while for her. Draco was about to explode on top of Granger, not in her, if she didn't hurry up.
" Damn it Granger, let me in." Draco growled and Hermione felt a shudder come from deep inside as he grabbed her waist. Draco pulled her down on top of him and she howled from the sudden sharp pain as he split her in half. Hermione's eyes were wild as she tensed. Her body felt like it was on fire and raw as his cock finally was inside her.
"Oh, Draco it hurts so bad." Hermione whimpered suddenly.
Her words reached him finally and Draco felt another piece of his soul shatter. Finally, he got her to say his damned name, while he was raping and stealing her virginity. That was what it took.
Draco felt sweat pouring down his back, as he tried to ease some of her weight off his cock. Hermione moaned in pain as he shifted her suddenly. "Please Draco, it really hurts." Her soft pained words ripped into him and he suddenly flipped her to be lying under him. Hermione flinched and Draco's muscles bulged as he supported all his own weight and he bore down into her. He made his eyes carefully cold and blank so she would not see the panic behind them.
Hermione's face was flushed with tears as she stared up at him. His hair falling to brush her face as he moved slowly and deeply and soon the pain subsiding and was replaced with something deeper. Draco seemed to be muttering under his breath as he pumped in and out of her and Hermione felt a strange bubbling ecstasy, gathering in her center with every single driving thrust.
Draco's eyes seemed heated as she began to thrust to meet him, soft moans falling from her hot, wet mouth. Draco gathered her closer to him, as he felt her body shudder and break, as her orgasm found her and unleashed on her. Draco felt her cunt clench and he let go, emptying himself inside of her.
They both were sweating and Draco could feel the tears still sliding out of her eyes. Hermione turned her head away as she felt awash in shame and self-disgust at her reaction to him. Draco stared hard at her and pulled out. Glancing down, Draco could see the blood on his member. He cursed and walked to the bathroom, cleaning himself.
Hermione still trembling from the aftershocks could only close her legs and roll over to her side. Draco came out of the bathroom and walked to her. He opened her legs slowly and she screamed in frustration. "Gods Malfoy, can't you just leave me alone, you sodding pig!"
Hermione heard the sound of a wet slap as something hit the floor and a crash as Draco threw on his robe and slammed out the door.
Hermione opened her swollen wet eyes and saw the washcloth on the floor, seeping into the rug. Hermione felt her heart constrict as she realized what he had been about to do. She could still feel the mixture of blood and semen between her legs. She gingerly leaned down and captured the cloth, wiping herself clean.
Afterwards, Hermione curled up in a ball at the far end of the bed and cried herself to sleep.
Draco Malfoy was about to explode.
He was so angry with himself and her.
Why the bloody hell hadn't she said she was a virgin?
Idly, he wondered if it would have changed anything.
Draco decided that he would have. He would have been slower, certainly, not used that position. Everything could have been easier. Not so shocking for him.
Yes, this was definitely her fault.
Draco stalked down the hall to Pansy's room and knocked sharply. After a muffled noise, Pansy opened the door a crack. Seeing Draco, she opened it wide with a small brittle smile.
"Come in Draco." Her tone was sultry and she leaned against the door when she opened it. Pansy's rail thin frame was covered by a leather bustier and matching skirt. She looked flushed slightly with excitement and Draco saw Ginny Weasley tied up in the corner of the room, naked.
Draco sighed slightly and pushed past her, heading for a leather club chair that sat in one corner of the room. He sprawled out in the chair.
Pansy clucked her tongue. "Mudblood giving you a hard time?"
Ginny's eyes darted to Draco's face in rage but she did not move or struggle from her position on the bed. Draco rubbed his neck wearily and ignored the Weasley.
"Can you get me a drink, Pansy love?"
Pansy nodded and went to her bar, pulling a bottle of fire-whiskey from below the counter she dropped a generous amount into a crystal goblet and held it out to him.
Draco clutched the double and tossed it back. He hissed as he felt the liquid burn a hole into his gut. "Damn, I needed that."
Pansy stared at him and then walked back over to Ginny. She fondled her breasts, tugging at the nipples while she spoke. "I told you before Granger was too much trouble. You should have given her to LeStrange."
"And when Voldemort saw the dead body and all his plans went to waste?" Draco murmured sarcastically.
Pansy shrugged.
"You know I am the only one with the self control to handle that little know-it-all." Draco poured himself another glass.
Ginny gasped suddenly as Pansy viciously pinched her clit. Ginny arched her back in pain; she growled and slammed herself against the leather ties binding her, trying to break free. Pansy laughed.
"No, not yet Ginger." Pansy slapped her thigh. Draco looked away with a mixture of pity and annoyance.
"Pansy, are you even listening to me?" Draco snarled as Pansy continued to torment the girl.
Pansy tossed her head. "Well what did you expect? You may have already deflowered your little Mudblood but I haven't even started with my toy."
Pansy glared angrily at him and stalked to the bar. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey in her hands, she thrusts it at him impatiently. "Take the damned thing."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You knew she was a virgin? You lied to me; you said she slept with Weasel and Potter."
Pansy smirked maliciously. "Oh, I hope you didn't hurt her. The first time is oh, so, tender on a naïve young girl."
"You bloody slag!" Draco shouted before he could help himself. His fists curled around the bottle.
Pansy raised a cool eyebrow. "What do you care?"
Draco's face grew curiously blank and he stuffed his rage deep down inside himself. He stared at the liquor and then Pansy darkly.
"I happened to like those sheets, Pansy. I did not want some filthy, Mudblood's blood staining them. However, I will take your acceptable method of repayment."
He raised the bottle of Firewhiskey, before bowing mockingly to Ginny.
Draco walked out of the room, ignoring the burning accusation in Ginny's blazing eyes.
The room was dark and Draco could not make out a sound other then soft breathing. Hermione must be asleep. Draco looked down at the desk and saw a folded green robe and the silver chain that accompanied it.
Stripping off his robes he climbed onto the bed. Hermione had curled up at the foot of the bed.
Draco wordlessly picked her and laid her next to him on the huge bed. He wrapped an arm about her waist, pulling her up against him. He could smell the faint scent of his shampoo as he buried his face in her bushy and surprisingly soft hair. He would have thought it too be coarse, not soft, wild curls. Draco snorted as realized how stupid he sounded.
Soft, wild curls indeed.
He was loosing his mind.
With that thought, he drifted off to sleep slowly.