Once the blindfold was secured across her eyes, Hermione felt more vulnerable than a mouse in a feline veterinarian's office. Every action would now be a surprise to her, and she didn't like the thought of all he could get away with. Suddenly, she felt a chilly tingling sensation in her left breast, followed with a warm wet feeling she could only guess was his mouth. Silent tears poured out of her eyes, getting lost in the fabric of her blindness. How could she let him take advantage of her like this? How could she have let him get close enough to trap her to begin with? As his mouth moved to her right breast, Hermione began to hate herself almost as much as she hated her offender.
"No…"
Her cries went unnoticed; however, Hermione thought she saw a ray of hope as he withdrew his mouth. It was, of course, in vain. As his breathing got louder, Hermione could sense his closeness. He took his time and eased his mouth against her, parting her lips with his tongue and tasting her sweet distress. Hermione didn't kiss him back, but she didn't resist the kiss either. She knew that resisting or protesting would only make him treat her worse.
He wasn't too bad of a kisser, she noticed. 'Wait! Why am I thinking about this? This is MALFOY I'm kissing! A royal asshole who's made my life miserable since the day I arrived at Hogwarts, and who is probably going to rape me and leave me a sobbing miserable wreck on the floor when he leaves. And to think I even thought of enjoying kissing this dickhead.' Meanwhile, Malfoy's tongue began exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body. Thinking she'd had enough, Hermione pulled her mouth from his.
Even though she couldn't see him, Hermione could almost feel the smirk that had to have been emerging on his face. "I guess you're right. That was rude of me to treat your mouth like a bowl of sugar like that."
Wait – was Malfoy being sensitive? No, she must have been imagining things. Besides – her swollen lips showed that there couldn't be a single caring atom in this man's entire being. This statement was confirmed when she felt her bonds moving lower.
And lower.
Finally, she was kneeling on the floor, completely naked and blind to her surroundings. She barely had time to process the sound of a zipper when her mouth was wrenched open and she found herself gagging on a long, cylindrical object.
"If you even think about resisting, Granger, I will bring you more pain than you had ever thought possible."
