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Warning! This fiction is rated M for a reason. Do read it at your own responsibility. When I said it's a dark story, I meant it.

Episode II :

~ The Darkest Night of Her Life ~

'200.000 Galleons - for one night spent with me, Granger.'

For just a fraction of a moment she couldn't decide whether anger, numbness or panic was making her throat prickle with vomit. The only thing she could focus on were his cold eyes. Gray cold eyes. For the amount of feelings in them, she could have mistaken them with an Inferius' eyes. Her ears were buzzing with the rapid sounds of her heartbeats. Cold sweat was trickling behind her ears, stinging her skin.

It occurred to her that she might be delusional. Fell into a sort of dimensional loop, and was taken away in a world where this could happen. But then again, this world was seldom friendly or kind with her. So her questioning of reality seemed foolish. Her questioning of Malfoy's morality even more so. But she couldn't help, but numbly repeat:

'One night?'

'Are you daft or deaf, Granger? I think I made myself perfectly clear. Or do you want me to spell it out for you?' - he looked at her angrily. 'I want to fuck you for one night, if you want to see any money.'

And dawned on her, as if she was hit by an Unforgivable. He really wasn't going to help her. He was going to take every moment of this chat to further humiliate her. Her anger crept up from the depths of her heart. All the frustration she felt ever since her mother became sick, was coming back to her. With a quick move she drew her wand, and with two strides she was leaning over his desk, stabbing her wand in Malfoy's throat.

'You foul, heartless bastard. How can you even think about such an offer. What the hell did I ever do to your sorry ass? - her breath became ragged, she found it hard to find words for him – 'Just because all your life you had been out there prancing like a fucked up little prince, with an army of people wiping your ass, it doesn't mean that the world is in your bloody possession. Nor are people.'

She noted the fear gleaming in his eyes, with the an exceptional satisfaction. However, besides the fear there was a definite glint of cold defiance.

'What are you going to do, Granger?' - he said craning his neck, and looking at her with venom. 'Threaten me to give you the money? Put the good ole' Imperius on me and wipe my memory?'

No. As tempting as it all was. As much as he deserved it. She was not that person. Hell, she wasn't even a person who cracked under pressure. Slowly, she had drawn back her wand and tucked it away safely in her hair. Forcing her breathing to get back to normal, she remembered why she truly needed the money. Tears were brimming on the edges of her eyes. Tears she had no hope of blinking away.

'You have no idea, Malfoy. No idea whatsoever. You might as well burn in hell for doing this.'

'Oh, please, Granger' – he said annoyed – 'Don't want your sob stories. Take it or leave it.'

Take it or leave.

His last words screamed in her head. She looked at him with spite, and swiftly turned on her heels, heading for the exit with determination.

One step – One day. One day until all would be lost.

Another step – Her mother, laying as dead and as broken, as her father was.

And another one – 'I want bushy-haired, witty grand children.'

A slightly tripping step – '...a potion to cure your mother's condition.'

Her hand gripping the handle of the door – 'Money, is not an issue. I just want her to live. To get better.'

When Augustus said it will cost her, she never imagined it will come down to this. She never imagined, she won't be able to gather the money. She never imagined that one day before it is due, she won't have enough to save her mother.

A few moments of silence passed, she was shaking and weeping silently. It never occurred to her that she was being watched. Her heart was breaking under the weight of the sorrow she felt. For a few minutes she closed herself in, in a world of tears and sweat. She took in a shaky breath, and spoke in a broken voice.

'I have a few conditions.'

Malfoy was watching her with contempt. He spoke in a seemingly bored tone.

'What was that, Granger?' - he wasn't expecting her to cave in. A sort of anger flushed through his system.

She turned to face him. Her pride long forgotten, laying dead somewhere with her honor and integrity.

'I said' – she spoke pointedly – 'I have a few conditions.'

Malfoy nodded, and urged her to continue.

'I want you to take an Unbreakable Vow of you never speaking about this. To anyone.'

He looked at her sceptically. 'Trust me, Granger. Shagging a filth is not something I plan to brag about.'

She ignored him and continued. 'I wasn't done. I want the money today. And I want it in cash.' - she paused and looked ahead emptily - 'We will go to a Muggle Hotel.'

'Very well. That means it will be tonight.' - he stood up and looked at her with a piercing gaze - 'Wear your best damn dress, Mudblood.'

She frowned at him, and turned on the spot Disapparating with a tiny pop.


She didn't imagine that nowadays her greatest issue would be about bedding someone. While she was no blushing virgin, she had a very limited experience with sex. Aside from awkward fumblings with Ron, she had no idea what to expect. And even that was years ago. Before she had this situation. Long before she would have come to this. Dating, or relationships in any kind of form were as strange from her as Quidditch. While she did try a couple of times to meet up people, no one was that good. No will was as strong as hers. Her expectations were perhaps too high.

And Malfoy was no where near reaching the bottom of said expectation, she thought bitterly.

Shrugging she dissed a couple of dresses on the floor.

She dissed her bathrobe too, and now she stood naked in front of the mirror. Her body was barely dry from the shower she took minutes ago. Momentarily it came to her that she is still clean, untainted of the sin she is about to commit. Stroking one finger along her curves, she wondered why Malfoy desired her. But she was afraid she knew the answer all too well. Her body wasn't that tempting. She was no super model. Her flaws seemed to taunt her more than ever.

A round belly. Her body wasn't as firm as she remembered of it being. Her breasts were a bit bigger than average, but then again this wasn't the ideal shape she would come across in a Playwizard magazine. She was shorter, than most girls. Her face was round, and her hair like a lion's mane, as usual.

She took out her wand and performed a Contraceptive Charm, just to be sure.

Malfoy was a cruel bastard. And she knew more than anything, that her humiliation will be so great tonight, that she may never wipe it away. Bracing herself for the scars and unexpected blows she will receive, she looked pointedly at the black dress, she decided on. Black, as if it was a funeral gown. For she felt like attending her very own death sentence. She hurriedly dressed, and did her make up.

She tied her hair with a simple, silky black bow. A definite sign of her grief.


Looking in the mirror, he was met by his own cruel eyes. He still had time to back down.

The truth was... he wasn't even that attracted to Granger. She was pretty enough in her average, boring way, but that would not be a reason to sleep with her under normal circumstances. He had prettier and more obedient girls crushing at his feet.

His offer had been an unexpected impulse. When she came to him, he was shocked that she would ask for so much money. Shocked and disgusted, but that was nothing to the contempt he felt, when she actually agreed. He would have never thought, she would stoop so low, to such a miserable level. For money of all things.

Draco Malfoy felt Granger needed a lesson. And he was noble enough to teach it to her.


Looking at the note she had received hours ago via owl, a shiver ran through her spine. She braced herself for the worst as she ascended the stairs of the Muggle Hotel.

He was at the bar, sipping a clear drink. By the looks of it, that was no water. Hermione took a moment to observe his appearance. He looked sharp as ever. Tall and muscular, a sort of ragged handsomeness tinting his features. He would be the ideal man in looks for many. Wearing an expensive Muggle business suite, instead of his usual Wizarding suit, he looked like just another business man ready about to have a business dinner.

Business. That was exactly what this was. Though she couldn't help the grim and ridiculous thought, that she'd rather sleep with an ugly midget, than this guy. She walked up to him and silently sat in the seat beside him.

'You arrived.' - he stated dryly. 'For a moment I thought your pristine morality will stop you.'

'Don't play smart with me, Malfoy.' - she said coldly – 'I might still walk out on you.'

'Oh, but you are welcome to do that! You walk that way, me and the 200.000 Galleons in the opposite way.' - he exclaimed with pretense glee, glancing for a moment at the bag that lay at his feet.

She took a glimpse at the bag too. So much money, for so little dignity. She sighed, willing to take as much oxygen as she needed to not be sick.

'I wish I could.' - she said softly, so softly Malfoy could pretend to not hear it over the loud ambient music.

'Shall we go, my little dirty Mudblood?' - he said audibly enough for just her to hear.

Her blood was boiling. She never realized she was capable of being so angry, but it was too late now. Too late to regret. She tried to follow him with her head held high, but her embarrassment made that impossible.

Now they were alone. Face to face.

He looked at her shaking form.

Let the humiliation begin – he thought with a smirk.

He approached her and looked at her black dress.

'You look like you are going to attend a fucking funeral, Granger. Snap out of your stupid self-pity.' - his tone was authoritative and cruel. She snapped her head up and looked defiantly at him.

He in turn gripped her shoulders firmly, then he slowly slid down the straps of her dress. His hot breath was smelling from alcohol. She felt dizzy and ashamed as she lay before him in her underwear. Malfoy walked in a circle around her contemplating with his cold eyes.

'Undress yourself, Mudblood.'

She carefully took off her bra and her black panties. For a moment she didn't know how to cover herself as best as she could. Her arms snaked around her breasts, and her gaze was glued to the floor. He spun her around with force and yanked her arms away. He tilted her head, and forced her to look into his eyes. Tearing the black bow from her head, freeing her mane, he began to taunt her.

'What would follow now, is for me to say, that you are beautiful.' - he paused and seized her body, from her toes to the top of her head – 'But you are really not that special.'

'In fact' – he continued with a tantalizing smirk, while running his fingers down on the sides of her body – 'you are most probably, one of the ugliest whores I have had the misfortune to come across.'

Blood rushed to her face, and tears were brimming in her eyes. However, her pride would not let her break in front of him. She braced herself and looked up at him coldly. Silently, venom was gleaming in her eyes. Whatever pain she may receive now, she had to focus her mind on the reason she was doing this.

She watched him take off his own clothes. He was undressing so casually, he seemed to ignore her presence in the room. He had a manly body, such broad shoulders, such firm arms. He was tall and confidence reeked off him along with arrogance and pride. He stood before her, proudly in his black boxers. She couldn't help, but stare at the bulge, and swallow hard. Her stomach clenched into a painful nod. She was snapped out of her trance, by his words.

'Get on your knees.' - his glacial voice echoed in the hotel room.

Trembling, she lowered herself on her knees. He closed the space between them, and with a swift motion he lowered his boxers. A semi-hard erection was bouncing inches before her face. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively jerked away from the piece of flesh. Malfoy snorted at her reaction.

'I trust you know what to do.' - he paused, and added mockingly – 'or do I have to teach you?'

'No.' - she said in a whisper. She took the flesh in her small hands and started stroking it to life. She felt her movements being numb, while she stroked the tip with her thumbs.

'More!' - he growled a hoarse shout. Hermione took a deep breath and replaced the movements of her thumb, with those of her parted lips. Her lips and tongue were experimentally tasting his salty skin. She felt curious and peculiar, as she felt his erection fully grown. This disgusted her more than anything. Her stomach was doing awkward flip flops, and her thoughts wondered how many times this asshole, was blown in his life. She continued for minutes her ministrations, when he suddenly stopped her, grabbed her arms and brought her to a stand.

'Hasn't your boyfriend taught you the proper way of doing a blow job, Granger?' - he inquired in a frustrated tone. He was still gripping her arms and dragging her across the room to the king-sized bed. Tossing her on the bed, he calmly climbed over her.

Malfoy began to forcefully explore every inch of her soft body. Commenting now and then, how he had seen much better. She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes tightly, and intent on wishing this all away. He gripped her breasts, licked them, and bit them, licking the bites. Suddenly, he forced his knee between her thighs. She looked at him alarmed, whereas he in return gave her a rude smirk. He stroked her inner thighs with his index finger, quickly moving closer to her center. When he finally touched the slit of her entrance, her body gave a violent jerk.

'Dry. Frigid.' - he muttered to himself, as he lowered his head an buried it between her thighs. At his words she felt blood, flushing her whole body. Even, if she knew it was stupid, she felt extremely ashamed. Then, - he started to lick her, stimulating every nerve in her body. It has been awhile since she was touched, and her body seemed to avenge this fact. But the pleasure from his licks and kisses was numb. Even as she felt herself getting wet, her chest hurt from the pain of humiliation. She could feel the blood coursing through her body with dark excitement.

'Good enough.' - he stopped himself, looking at her shocked face – 'What? Did you expect perhaps a climax as a gift?'

He laughed, as he saw her face turning away in shame, and positioned himself to her sex. With a cruel push, he tore her entrance with a growl. Hermione in turn could only snap her eyes shut, and cope with it silently. He was not gentle, and she was not aroused enough. Her folds tightly enveloped him, as he was violating her flesh. The physical pain was no match to the emotional wound she felt to develop.

Hermione looked numbly to the side, her eyes emotionless as he was pumping in and out of her. She felt as if hours had passed, since this whole torture began.

With a final deep grunt he came right into her depths. His hot seed burned her flesh more than anything before. With a couple of final, shaky trusts he emptied himself and pulled out at last.

'Done, Mudblood. Any more and I would have scars for life.' - he spoke out with venom.

He had the nerve to say that? - she thought fuming. The rage, the humiliation and the pain had all overwhelmed her. She felt sick to her stomach, the room seemed to spin. Standing up quickly, she ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach in the toilet. Her puking seemed to be aggressive, and her whole body was jerking from sickness and sorrow. Tears were mixing with sick on her face, and she barely could keep her hair out of the toilet. When, she was finally done she noticed Malfoy leaning casually against the bathroom door, an unreadable expression coming across his face.

She went to grab her wand. Hurriedly charmed her clothes on, and turned to Malfoy.

'Give me your hand.' - she said, for the first time in this evening her bossy tone coming back to her. He obeyed without a word.

'Do you swear, Draco Malfoy, that what happened on this night will remain exclusively between you and me?'

He nodded and said in a serious voice. 'I swear.'

Light was emanating from her wand, and enveloped first their hands, then their whole body. After the spell completed, she let go off Malfoy's hand as if it burned. She glanced at the bed, and something akin to vomit prickled her throat once again. When, she looked back he was already trusting the heavy bag in her hands.

They exchanged a look full of hatred, and she Disapparated with a pop.


'I have come with the money.' - she said curtly to the man in lime green before her.

'Hermione! How have you...' - but the question stuck in his throat, as he looked at her pale and sick face. - 'Are you well? Do you want me to take a look at you, Hermione?' - concern was edging his tone.

'No. I'm just tired.' - she sighed – 'I-I have to go now. Take care of her.'

Augustus Pye looked curiously at the back of a leaving Hermione. She must have gone through hell to gather the sum...


She lay in her apartment crying loudly for hours. She smashed her things to the wall, punched a couple of drawers and burned the dress she wore. Her magical aura seemed to tingle with rage. She was glad her apartment was in a Wizarding area, otherwise her magic might have affected Muggles. After she was exhausted from everything, she gulped down a Dreamless Sleep Potion and slept undisturbed all night.

After all... tomorrow she had to go to work.


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