WARNING! The chapter contains abuse! If you don't like this kind of stories, then don't read!
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Who does he think he is? Hermione snorted. Oh I forgot, he is my Master.
Once again she was left alone. No Pansy, no Malfoy, no one. Hermione was miserable. All she did was sleep and eat.
She was thinking again. Her own voice was the only thing that kept her company. Until Gratis pop-ed into her room with a request that she'd be clean and ready with an hour.
Ready for what?
Hermione went to the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes. The water was hot, just like she enjoyed it. An hour meant she didn't have much time. Once ready she left the warmth and looked herself from the mirror. She was too skinny. The food at the Manor didn't help her figure at all. It almost looked like she was ill.
Seeing as she didn't have a wand, she had to leave her hair wet. She went back to her room and sat on the bed.
An hour had passed and Gratis was back. "You follow me miss please." And that's what Hermione did. They went through many corridors. Why the hell would someone live in a place like this?
They reached a huge door and Gratis disappeared. Hermione hesitated but still knocked on the door.
"Enter."
Here we go.
Hermione entered the room and the first thing she saw was a king sized bed with black silk sheets. Malfoy was sitting on an armchair, watching the fire. After five minutes of silence he turned to face her.
"Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"I said, take off your clothes!" Hermione was scared.
"No."
Malfoy was up with a second and pushed Hermione against the wall. His hand was on her throat with a strong grip. Hermione could feel his breath on her face. Is he drunk?
"I told you Granger, if you don't obey me, there will be consequences. Now be a good girl and . or I'll break your mind until you do it willingly!" He pressed harder and Hermione lost her breath. That's when he backed off and left Hermione breathless on the floor.
"We don't have all day Granger."
Hermione stood up. She had tears in her eyes. Malfoy stared at her like some obsessed maniac. Breathing hard, watching his prey. Hermione took off her clothes until she was only in her underwear. She was used to this kind of treatment but it felt much more awful with Malfoy.
Then Hermione remembered who she was dealing with. "Where is Parkinson?"
"That is none of your business you filthy little mudblood. I said remove your clothes. All of them."
And there it was. He called her a mudblood. But what did she expect? She took off her bra and panties with shaky hands. "What are you going to do with me?"
"You still have so many questions, don't you? I'll just show you." And with that his mouth was on top of hers. Hermione stepped back but was stopped by two firm hands. Malfoy bit her lip and she cried out in pain. He took the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He was rough. He threw her on the bed and with a second he was on top of her.
"Please don't do this." Hermione was crying. "Please."
With a wave of his wand his clothes were gone. He entered her roughly. "Did your please save Potty and Weasel? Did your please help you out of the dungeons? Did your please help the right side win? The word is useless, just like you." And with that he made his last thrust, leaving him panting on top of her. Hermione was crying. She didn't bother to wipe away the tears or hide her face.
They were like this for five minutes until Malfoy stood up. "Put on your clothes. Gratis is waiting for you behind the door." And with that he was gone.
Hermione was on her own bed, still crying. She was abused, again. She cried herself to sleep. Unfortunately she dreamed about Malfoy. "Did your please save Potty and Weasel? Did your please help you out of the dungeons? Did your please help the right side win? The word is useless, just like you."