Closer, Ch. 6
By Piggylette
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DISCLAIMER: Tom Felton is the hottest guy in the world. He's currently in my room with bleached hair and a plastic wand, tying my naked form to a bed and indulging in kinky fantasies. Meanwhile, the REAL Draco Malfoy is busy shagging Harry Potter in the corner, while Hermione sucks Ron off.
You guys had better be pretty darn glad that JK Rowling owns HP instead of me!!!! Just think about what would happen if I did!! Mwahahahaha!!!
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Hermione struggled against her bonds. "Stop! Please!"
Draco chuckled. "Ah, the sweet melody of a begging woman."
"Fuck you!"
"Don't worry. You're going to."
Hermione's face turned powder white and an expression of unmasked fear lit her features. "No! Please! Don't!!! Can't we make a deal or something?"
"Not unless this deal would include consensual sex."
"Bite me!"
"Okay." And once again, Draco's teeth pierced the skin by Hermione's neck, drawing blood.
Draco was glad he had thought to put a silencing charm on the dungeon before turning in his wand. Otherwise, Hermione's scream would have woken the whole castle.
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Hermione stood half-conscious, suspended only by the magical ties binding her wrists. She had drained most of her energy trying to fight Draco's torment and magical bonds. When she regained her consciousness, it was only to experience the chilling sensation of a blouse being ripped roughly off of her body. She let out a short shriek in shock and protest. Draco looked up.
"Oh. Good. You're awake. I wouldn't want you to miss any of tonight's activities."
Hermione shuddered at the smug expression on his face. "You won't - don't - you don't have to do this."
Draco's eyebrow rose. "Is that so? What do you propose would happen if I didn't? You're not going to participate willingly, I suppose."
Hermione's face turned a deep purple hue. "No! I mean - oh come on. Isn't there someone else you could do this to? There are thousands of girls in this school. Take one of them." Hermione could tell by his expression that he'd already made up his mind. "I'm - I'm a filthy mudblood. You don't want me - really. It would be below a pureblood like you to f-f-fu- rape a muggleborn."
Draco relaxed and let out a small smile, at the same time pulling her skirt off roughly. Hermione shivered. "Ah, but for a bookworm you seem to be ignorant of a pureblood trademark. We pureblooded wizards - especially Slytherins - have been known for taking muggleborns and half-bloods as our whores and mistresses. You see, it would be rude and insulting to our fine pureblood women to treat them like hookers. Mudbloods, however, are already below us, and can be treated as roughly and poorly as we like." With that, he traced the suckle wound on Hermione's shoulder.
"That's not -" But Hermione was interrupted. Malfoy had reached around and unhitched her navy blue denim bra. Her size A breasts now hung freely in the cold dungeon, and she felt more than a little uncomfortable.
Draco smirked. "Love the brassiere, Granger. I guess I underestimated you. You always looked like the kind of girl to wear a white one. But I guess Potter and Weasel brought out the kinky side in you."
Hermione spat on him. "Go to hell." Her threat wasn't very effective, however, because Draco decided to instead reach up and roughly fondle her breasts, causing her more disgust than she ever thought possible.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." Surprisingly enough, Draco obeyed. His smirk wasn't all that encouraging, however. Before Hermione could even release a sigh of relief, Draco reached inside his 'bag of tricks' and pulled out a piece of cloth.
"This, just in case you were wondering, is a blindfold. Maybe in the future you should keep your mouth shut. You're just encouraging me."
And Hermione's world was engulfed in darkness.
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A/N: Hehehe. Happy? Don't worry - more to come (no pun intended) next chapter. I've already started it, so hopefully you won't have to wait to long this time. I have almost 50 reviews!!!! YAY!!!!!! Me so happy!!!!!! Me would be happier if I had 50 reviews.. ;-)
A giant thank you goes out to everyone who reviewed lately: Queenie, SlightlyMental, Louisa, Annonoymas, Serpent du Feu, Mistress Hennej, Tangarang, DarkShadow, Dazed, Sprocolate, and JJ BattleX.
The biggest thanks go to Kimmi_au and Katie Maguire, who were so encouraging and praising and totally made my day! Also a big thanks to Serpent du Feu, who's been following this story since I started it! THANKS!!!!!
There, I think I'm done. I'm sorry I made you wait so long for this chapter, but I'll try to get the next one up ASAP for you guys (in other words, it should be up by Halloween if I'm lucky).
THANKS!!! REVIEW!!!! --eM
By Piggylette
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DISCLAIMER: Tom Felton is the hottest guy in the world. He's currently in my room with bleached hair and a plastic wand, tying my naked form to a bed and indulging in kinky fantasies. Meanwhile, the REAL Draco Malfoy is busy shagging Harry Potter in the corner, while Hermione sucks Ron off.
You guys had better be pretty darn glad that JK Rowling owns HP instead of me!!!! Just think about what would happen if I did!! Mwahahahaha!!!
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Hermione struggled against her bonds. "Stop! Please!"
Draco chuckled. "Ah, the sweet melody of a begging woman."
"Fuck you!"
"Don't worry. You're going to."
Hermione's face turned powder white and an expression of unmasked fear lit her features. "No! Please! Don't!!! Can't we make a deal or something?"
"Not unless this deal would include consensual sex."
"Bite me!"
"Okay." And once again, Draco's teeth pierced the skin by Hermione's neck, drawing blood.
Draco was glad he had thought to put a silencing charm on the dungeon before turning in his wand. Otherwise, Hermione's scream would have woken the whole castle.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione stood half-conscious, suspended only by the magical ties binding her wrists. She had drained most of her energy trying to fight Draco's torment and magical bonds. When she regained her consciousness, it was only to experience the chilling sensation of a blouse being ripped roughly off of her body. She let out a short shriek in shock and protest. Draco looked up.
"Oh. Good. You're awake. I wouldn't want you to miss any of tonight's activities."
Hermione shuddered at the smug expression on his face. "You won't - don't - you don't have to do this."
Draco's eyebrow rose. "Is that so? What do you propose would happen if I didn't? You're not going to participate willingly, I suppose."
Hermione's face turned a deep purple hue. "No! I mean - oh come on. Isn't there someone else you could do this to? There are thousands of girls in this school. Take one of them." Hermione could tell by his expression that he'd already made up his mind. "I'm - I'm a filthy mudblood. You don't want me - really. It would be below a pureblood like you to f-f-fu- rape a muggleborn."
Draco relaxed and let out a small smile, at the same time pulling her skirt off roughly. Hermione shivered. "Ah, but for a bookworm you seem to be ignorant of a pureblood trademark. We pureblooded wizards - especially Slytherins - have been known for taking muggleborns and half-bloods as our whores and mistresses. You see, it would be rude and insulting to our fine pureblood women to treat them like hookers. Mudbloods, however, are already below us, and can be treated as roughly and poorly as we like." With that, he traced the suckle wound on Hermione's shoulder.
"That's not -" But Hermione was interrupted. Malfoy had reached around and unhitched her navy blue denim bra. Her size A breasts now hung freely in the cold dungeon, and she felt more than a little uncomfortable.
Draco smirked. "Love the brassiere, Granger. I guess I underestimated you. You always looked like the kind of girl to wear a white one. But I guess Potter and Weasel brought out the kinky side in you."
Hermione spat on him. "Go to hell." Her threat wasn't very effective, however, because Draco decided to instead reach up and roughly fondle her breasts, causing her more disgust than she ever thought possible.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." Surprisingly enough, Draco obeyed. His smirk wasn't all that encouraging, however. Before Hermione could even release a sigh of relief, Draco reached inside his 'bag of tricks' and pulled out a piece of cloth.
"This, just in case you were wondering, is a blindfold. Maybe in the future you should keep your mouth shut. You're just encouraging me."
And Hermione's world was engulfed in darkness.
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*~*~*~*~*
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*~*~*
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A/N: Hehehe. Happy? Don't worry - more to come (no pun intended) next chapter. I've already started it, so hopefully you won't have to wait to long this time. I have almost 50 reviews!!!! YAY!!!!!! Me so happy!!!!!! Me would be happier if I had 50 reviews.. ;-)
A giant thank you goes out to everyone who reviewed lately: Queenie, SlightlyMental, Louisa, Annonoymas, Serpent du Feu, Mistress Hennej, Tangarang, DarkShadow, Dazed, Sprocolate, and JJ BattleX.
The biggest thanks go to Kimmi_au and Katie Maguire, who were so encouraging and praising and totally made my day! Also a big thanks to Serpent du Feu, who's been following this story since I started it! THANKS!!!!!
There, I think I'm done. I'm sorry I made you wait so long for this chapter, but I'll try to get the next one up ASAP for you guys (in other words, it should be up by Halloween if I'm lucky).
THANKS!!! REVIEW!!!! --eM