Title: Close to the Edge

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: R/M

Pairing: Dramione

Plot Summary: Four years ago, the end of the trio's seventh year marked the climax of the war that would be forever remembered in the wizarding world. The great Harry Potter battled Lord Voldemort and both wizards fell at each other's hand. Now, the chaos has leveled and darkness has established itself in the Ministry. With so many dead from the Light, and so much evil remaining, Hermione is fighting to survive in a world set against her. An unexpected law forces her to turn to anyone who might help, and the price of this man's help may be more than she can bear to pay.

Chapter Nine: We All Fall Down

Within moments Hermione was left naked on the floor, her neck slowly bleeding from where the knife had scraped her skin. She felt some sadness for the now-torn clothes she'd been wearing. There was something nice about having actual shorts and white lingerie. It made her feel more herself, more innocent and carefree. It was probably more fitting that those items be shredded- just as her innocence was torn from her and her freedom as well.

She was brought back to reality when she felt a sharp pain in the center of her chest. It seemed Pansy was intent on gaining her attention while she tortured the frail brunette. "Now, now, little plaything. You look at me while I cut you up." As the words passed her lips, Pansy dug the blade lower, leading it all the way to Hermione's belly button where the blood pooled. The tortured girl cried and shut her eyes only to hear the angry grumbling of her attacker.

"Mudblood," Draco's voice filled the room, making Hermione's eyes fly open, "you will listen to my guests' commands. If you do not, I will have to let Pansy do whatever she wants to you with no rules. It isn't as though anyone would care if you suddenly disappeared from society."

Hermione let out a sob as Pansy snickered, moving down the girl's body and pulling her legs apart. The brunette tried to squirm away only to have her thigh sliced for her behavior, so she stopped moving and simply lost herself in her own quiet cries. Her knees were pushed into the air, feet slid up nearer her ass and she felt completely exposed. Pansy was between her legs, staring at her most private parts and holding her dagger as if it was Christmas and Hermione was her present. The girl was terrified.

A blood-curdling scream rang out as the blade sliced sharply through her most sensitive lips, burning so terribly that sparks flew behind her tightly shut eyelids. Hermione felt like she was dying, but worse because she wasn't and so the pain would not stop. Another screech flew from the poor girl's lips as the slice was mirrored on the other side. The slits were now cradling her clitoris and she could feel how much friction there was without her even moving. Just breathing moved her nethers in such a way that she couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. It burned so badly. She felt as though she was on fire.

Pansy laughed triumphantly, forcing Hermione's legs closed and reveling in the pain that the pressure obviously caused her. The darker haired girl shifted Hermione's legs side to side, making the girl whimper and cry from the rubbing between her legs. Pansy was positively cackling and Draco snorted in the background.

"Is that all you wanted, Pansy? I didn't realize you'd be so fast to satisfy," Hermione could hear the smirk in his cold voice. Pansy stood and moved somewhere away from Hermione, still laughing to herself. "Well then, Blaise, I suppose it's your turn. Make it good, because this is a one-time deal."

This last statement at least gave Hermione hope, but she was brought again to painful screams as Blaise picked her up from the floor and hoisted her over his shoulder. She could feel the blood streaming slowly down her thighs, and she knew he would be covered in the ruby secretions from her filleted chest and stomach. The man did not seem to care, however, as he saluted Draco and carried Hermione off to the guest chambers. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, preparing herself for the painful ride and the inevitable torture that was soon to come.

Thus, Hermione had no idea when they'd arrived at the guest room and was surprised when she was tossed onto a large bed. She squeaked with the friction of landing, her legs trying so hard to keep her lower lips from touching despite their natural tendency to do so. It still hurt so bad without any stimulation. She couldn't imagine how much sex would hurt her, but she knew she would soon find out.

He wasted no time in dropping his pants and mounting her. His shirt was torn from his body while he moved his knees to urge her legs further open, which she did not fight. The cool air of the room touched her exposed core and she sighed. It was soothing to her wounds and she just wanted to stay that way until they healed. Blaise, however, had something else in mind, as he forced two fingers inside of her and rubbed his thumb over the slices in her flesh. She made a deep, tortured noise before screeching and bucking her hips, trying to fight him off. This only seemed to excite the male.

"Yes, mudblood whore, try to fight me off," he cooed, pressing harder against the wounds and delighting in her loud sobs. He then replaced his hand with his hard member, pushing against her wounds before thrusting into her, filling her roughly and without any attempt at making things smooth and easy. She cried louder, trying so hard to get away from the large man and his intrusion. His thrusting rubbed against her sliced lips and she bit her bottom lip so hard she drew blood. She felt as though she was burning from her core outward. Her whole body was doomed to go up in flames, yet she knew she wouldn't die. She'd never die. They'd torture her forever and she would never escape the intense pain.

The torture went on until Blaise filled her with his hot seed. She was a sobbing mess, holding tightly to the sheets beneath her and biting into her lip, blood showing clear through her teeth. The man pulled out of her and lay on the bed, chuckling lightly to himself. "That was quite satisfying, Mudblood," he said simply, reaching over to pinch her left nipple until she whimpered. This only made him laugh more, and he slowly got up and dressed himself.

"You are to go back to Draco now, I'm sure. I must collect Pansy. We've had our fun." With that, Blaise opened the door and glared at her, waiting for her to get up and out of the room. Hermione struggled to do as she was commanded, despite the intense pain coursing through her body. She walked with her legs slightly parted, trying desperately to stop the stinging and the pain from Blaise forcing himself on her. She felt like she'd never stop hurting down there, and she couldn't stop the constant stream of tears even as she made her way back to the man who was saving her by hurting her so. She was really starting to wonder if this was being saved, or if she'd rather try to survive whatever other horrors life might hand her.