WARNING! I TOLD YOU ALREADY.
Chapter 7
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He stood up and unbuckled his belt, allowing his pants and boxers to fall to his ankles. Hermione was kneeling; a half smile and a glazed look occupied her features.
"Feel my cock." Draco commanded. "Make me come."
Hermione obliged, her right hand reaching for his penis stroking it lightly, turning its flaccid state into full erection. Her other hand played with his scrotum causing him to moan softly. His hands leaned on the table for support as he enjoyed her every touch.
"Fuck." Was all he could manage to say as he pushed her away and completely took off his pants, boxers and shoes. Grabbing her roughly by the hand, he dragged her to the couch and pushed her to kneel. He cupped her face and moved it over his cock, directing her mouth to suck. And she did.
She sucked the tip softly first. Her eyes peered at him with a spark of mischievousness, teasing him. Slowly, she licked the underside of his shaft, her tongue gently touching his scrotum. Her hands stroked his cock as her lips sucked gently his balls. She licked the tip and sucked it once again, eliciting another moan from Draco. His hands found her hair and pulled at them lightly, sending a twisted pleasure to Hermione's core.
She went deeper, her mouth enveloping his cock. Her head bobbed up and down in a deliberate and achingly slow pace. A hum escaped from her lips as she found pleasure in giving him his. He hissed in return.
As her mouth reached the tip of his cock once more, he pulled her off him bringing her to her feet. His hand moved towards her pants, removing it and her underwear from her body and exposing her hair-covered mound.
Draco shoved her on the couch and spread her legs; one hung on top of the sofa, the other resting at the its edge. He hovered over her, the rim of his shirt tickling her stomach. His hand pushed her shirt over her breast revealing her violet bra. Moving it on top, his hands found her breast. He cupped them with his hands and squeezed them gently. The tip of his cock played with her opening, already wet and ready for him.
He rubbed his shaft on her clit, causing Hermione to moan and grab his hips. He smirked. She wanted him inside her badly. No longer prolonging their wait, he slid his cock inside and was greeted by her wet heat. They moaned together. He pulled his cock out slowly, enjoying the pleasure and the ache of his need. He continued the slow pace until he could wait no more. His pace quickened and he thrust himself hard and deep. A sharp intake of breath and a long moan, he poured his seed inside her.
He was breathless. They both were. Their chests heaved as they recovered their breathing. Sweat glistened their bodies. The air smelled of sex.
He spoke in Latin and the heavy and enticing smell that engulfed Hermione, gradually disappeared.
He pulled his cock out of her pussy. He gathered his clothes on the floor and put them on, tucking in his damp shirt. Without another word or look at the half-naked Hermione, he left his study.
The pain in her foot came back with great intensity as she fought back the tears that were about to pour. She picked up her underwear and jeans, taking her time, not ready to meet the judgmental eyes of people she might pass by on her way out.
The loyal house elf came in. "You is to go back to dungeon, miss."
If she were herself five years ago, she would be furious at the thought of being sent to the dungeon and fighting her way out of the manor for her freedom. But she wasn't anymore. Instead, she nodded her head, yearning for the comfort of being alone in her dark and cold prison.
She was sure she would be considered mental by the time Draco was done with her.
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Her tears flowed as she sat on the stone bench inside the dungeon. When she came back earlier, Ginny was nowhere to be found. She somehow hoped she wouldn't be there. Her presence would only make her more guilt-ridden for getting Ginny into a lot more hell and for doing what she did, even if it was forced on her.
The sound of her sobs was her only company. She hugged her knees for warmth.
It had begun to snow before she left the study. Instead of overwhelming happiness at its beauty, the sight of thin and tiny snowflakes by the window amplified her sorrow.
Her eyes closed. She relished the moment of quiet. Its awkward peacefulness made her sleepy.
The steel gate grinded itself open. She could hear small and light footsteps. It was the elf. A sense of fear washed over her as his presence brings bad news to her. What does Draco want from her again?
The elf was finally visible to her eyes. He held two vials in his hands.
"I has bring something for young miss." The elf stood beside her.
"What is it? Please tell me it's poison. I would be happy to drink it in front of you." Hermione gave a weak smile at her suggestion.
"Master not want young miss to die right now."
"Well, soon I hope. What are you holding?" The green color of the vials disguised its contents.
"You has to drink them. This one," the elf raised the vial in his left hand. "is for not giving child."
"Oh." It was a contraceptive potion. Should she drink it? She would be stupid not to. And if it wasn't, she would be glad if it was really poison. "And the other one?"
"Master says I not tell you until you drink this potion first." He handed the contraceptive potion to Hermione.
"That git." She sighed. She let her feet fall to the cold floor and drank the contents of the vial. It was bitter but did not taste as bad as other potions. "So, what is it?" She pointed at the other vial, it was much bigger than the other one.
Pico ignored her and put the empty bottle beside her. he snapped his fingers and stood quietly. After a few seconds, another green vial floated into the dungeon and placed itself on Hermione's bench.
"I'm drinking three? Are you sure about this?" Hermione's hands scratched the sides of her hands, showing her hesitation.
"This one," Pico raised the bottle already in his hand. "is for foot."
She took it from him and smelled the potion. "it's… it's skelegro?" Her brow furrowed. "But, why?"
"Yes. For foot." Pico repeated, evading her last question.
"And the last one is what?"
"Drink before Pico tells young miss."
Hermione sighed again and drank the dreadful-tasting potion. She gagged noticeably as she downed the bottle. "I hope to never taste anything like it again. Now, tell me the last one."
"Master say you will know what potion is. He say you will know."
Hermione took the last bottle beside her and sniffed it and peered in its hole, noticing its purple color. "It's a dreamless sleep potion." She recognized.
"Master say you know." He said again.
"Yes, it aids recuperation." She emptied the contents of the last bottle in her mouth. "It speeds up the process of recovering. It would be a horrendous experience regrowing the bones without it." She pondered her words for a bit.
Pico stood still, his face expressionless as he waited for her to speak.
"Is he always this way? Malfoy – Draco, I mean." She paused for a second, drowsiness from the third potion beginning to sink. "I can't seem to understand him. He's so..." She yawned.
"Miss must rest now." Pico began walking towards the steel gate.
"Good night, Pico."
"Sleep well, miss Granger." He stopped and nodded his head at her.
"Thank you." Hermione said in a whisper as she lay down on the stone bench.
Pico smiled as he turned back to the direction of the dungeon gate.
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R&R. BE NICE. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ONLY.
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