DISCLAIMER: This chapter is very graphic. Part of this chapter was edited by Catalyst.
Hermione had curled up in a ball on the floor, behind the snake statue at the entrance of the Malfoy's sitting room. She'd pulled her knees up to her chest and held them close. Her face hung over them and her tears had flowed down to her legs.
She'd found out Ron was dead, but what she didn't know was who had killed him. Draco Malfoy? She'd let her guard down and let him hold her. She was starting to trust him, to think he was just misunderstood or misguided; after all, his father was Lucius Malfoy. Everything he told her was a lie, how he'd protect her. All he wanted to do was turn her into another one of his conquests.
Hermione wanted to be angry, she wanted to hurt Draco, but all she could do was cry. She was devastated. She wanted to believe he'd protect her. She wanted to believe he was good.
A familiar voice from the wall whispered "Draco's worried about you…" Hermione buried her face deeper into her knees and said "Go away, Nikki."
The ghost appeared through the wall beside her and floated down to meet Hermione's eyes. "He really is worried, I've never seen him this way." Hermione looked up and said with a threatening tone "He should be, he has no idea what I'm capable of."
Nikki could see the hurt behind Hermione's words. She began saying "Hermion-"
"I said, go away Nikki." Hermione interrupted. "You don't want me to alert the whole mansion to your presence, do you?" She yelled as she looked at her in anger with bloodshot eyes. "Go away!" Nikki vanished into the wall.
Hermione stood with a look of determination. She began slowly walking down the hallway and up the staircase to Draco's rooms. With every step she'd become more and more calm. She knew what she was going to do, and she'd succeed or die trying.
Hermione reached Draco's door and stood there silently. After a few moments of staring at it, she took a deep breath, wiped one last tear off her face and knocked twice on the door. She waited a few seconds before the door opened.
Draco was at his desk looking toward the door with his wand pointed at it. He saw Hermione and his face softened. He stood to his feet and walked to her. Hermione averted her eyes to him and began removing her clothing. Draco watched her confused. "What are you doing?" he asked her.
"What does it look like, Master?" She said the title through gritted teeth, pained by her involvement with him. "You were awarded me. I am only facilitating your receipt of these spoils of war." She said pointing at her own body.
"Hermione, don't." Draco told her as he walked to his nightstand and placed his wand on it.
"And why shouldn't I? You are too filled with pride to take me by force. I'm making this easy for you, Master." She dropped her clothing to the floor and looked at him. "Where do you want to take me? On the bed? In the bath? Or like an animal, on the floor?" She said with bitterness in her voice.
Draco tried to keep his eyes focused on hers but the skin on her body was radiant and pale. He could not help but admire it. She was beautiful, even more so than any veela he'd seen. "Hermione," he said, "Don't do this…"
She walked closer to him, bringing her finger to his mouth to silence him. She took his hand and placed it on her cheek. She kissed his palm twice as she dragged it to her mouth and then began sucking on his index finger. She let her wet tongue swirl around his digit and pushed it to the back of her throat. Draco closed his eyes as she did so, both in pleasure and pain.
"Hermione." He said pushing her away. "Stop this. Now." He began walking away from her frustrated. But that wasn't going to stop Hermione. She ran up to his back and held him from behind. She let out another tear which fell onto Draco's back. He felt it and turned to her. Unable to resist his own urges, he took her into his arms and kissed her full on the lips. She melted into his embrace and kissed him back. Tears now flowed from her eyes. He held her close, lifted her and carried her to the bed, where he gently laid her down. "Hermione, I won't do this. Not now."
Hermione got up on her knees and said "What? Not good enough? Do you want me on my knees? Begging? Please, oh great master, please. I need you to violate me. I need you to defile me. This was what you wanted right? You wanted this Draco!" She held back tears on her already tear stained face. Instead she took his hand and place it on her breast. It was warm and supple, her nipple hardened to his touch and a chill went down Draco's spine.
"Hermione," Draco said pulling his hand away, visibly frustrated. Hermione didn't let him speak. She grabbed his hands and pulled him closer to her. She let his hands fall on her hips and placed hers on his face. "Would you rather I act domineering and you be the Slave?" Draco pushed her back down on the bed. She tilted her head to one side and said "I know you want to be my master. Take me Draco. I'm rightfully yours."
Draco began pulling on his hair. "You aren't making this easy." He said to her "You don't want this, you are upset."
"Since when do you care what I want? Did you ask me what I wanted when you killed Ron!" She yelled. She quickly calmed herself. And crawled over to Draco and said pleadingly "Forgive me, I had no right to yell, but you are wrong. I've never wanted anything more in my life." Hermione reached into Draco's garments and grabbed his manhood. It was hard and sweaty. She knew she was getting to him.
She began to stroke him gently. He looked at her with anger in his eyes. She could tell he was fighting the sensation, fighting his own will. But he was a Slytherin after all, it was only a matter of time. She started playing with head and finally Draco closed his eyes as they rolled in the back of his head from ecstasy.
"There, see?" Hermione said with a tear running down her cheek "This is what you wanted… isn't it?"
Draco's eyes opened suddenly and anger flared from them. "No it isn't!" He grabbed her wrist, slamming her back onto the bed, straddling and pinning her wrists over her head. "You... want this..." he said, more question than statement, as he pressed his body close to hers. He moved so that one hand held her wrists. "Tell me truthfully you want it, and you shall get it."
She was silent, stunned in his eyes.
He moved his other hand down, grazing her body, pressing against her thighs. It found its mark and pulled his throbbing member free, gracing it against her thighs. His voice was calmer now, but rough with the stress of contained lust. "Do you? Do you really..." He freed his hand, bringing it up to hold her jaw, his voice husky. "...want this?"
Barely coming to her mind, she breathed, "If this isn't what you wanted, then what do you want?"
Draco seemed shocked, and the shock faded to sadness. It took him a moment to speak. By the time he did, tears had filled his eyes. "I want you to love me."
Hermione was speechless, that was the last thing she thought Draco would say. Was that why he killed Ron? Was it why he thought she would understand? His death was all too fresh in her mind. Her face became cold and hard. He looked down, away from him, and his soul-seeking eyes. Her words held only bitterness. "Don't hold your breath, Malfoy!"
Draco's eyes went cold and blank. The hand on her jaw suddenly twisted to her throat. He held it down with enough force to slow her breathing, but not enough to choke her. His voice came in a low growl. "That's Master to you, mudblood!"
His manhood was pressed against her, his eyes were lit with the sparks of his ever-present barriers breaking down, and his face was a mixture of passion and pain. It was as though seeing her like this, holding her like this, feeling her body beneath him, was painful.
They stared at each other cross a short distance which seemed like miles, in a space of seconds that seemed like eternity.
Her eyes caught him defiantly, daring him to continue. "I will never love you, Malfoy."
There was an almost audible snap. "Call… me... MASTER!" And he thrust into her with a shout of anger.
Her head lay back, as though trying to see the wall behind her. She began to cry quietly as he thrusted himself in and out of her. He saw her tears and looked away. Unable to bear the pain she began to plead, "It hurts, Draco, it hurts."
Some sort of sense returned to Draco and he slowed the pace of his thrusts. He looked back to her, a little softer, running a hand through her hair. "The pain will stop soon."
She nodded to him as she clenched her teeth. After a minute or so, Draco felt something release inside of her as Hermione shouted a cry of pain. Blood began staining the sheets of the bed and her pain slowly lessened.
"Better?" Draco asked her.
Hermione nodded.
Draco pulled out and Hermione sat up holding him by the neck with one hand. "No," she said. "Don't stop." She pleaded.
Draco smirked "I wasn't going to." He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her to her stomach, pulling her to her knees by bringing her waist up to his pelvis. She turned to ask what he was going to do, but he pushed her head down to the mattress and her arms to her sides. He placed the tip of his manhood on her opening and he said "Beg for it."
Hermione turned her head again and said "You beg for it!"
Draco reached around with his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. With his other hand he reached around to her clit and began flicking it with his finger. She was wet and ready for him. He pinched her already hard nipples. She moaned and got wetter. He said "Beg, or I'll stop." He said.
Hermione couldn't control herself, "Take me, please… Master, violate me, defile me," she swallowed hard and began crying again "Please, make feel again…"
Draco brought his hands back to her waist and began thrusting once more. This time Hermione moaned in pleasure.
"Tell me you love me," he said as he continued.
"No!" She said through her moans.
"Do it!" He yelled at her.
"No!" She continued.
"I'll stop!" He told her.
"I will never love you!" She told her.
"Just say it!" He grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him, making her back arch, his thrusts becoming faster and faster.
"Don't stop!" she said as she began climaxing.
"Then say it!" He screamed.
Hermione couldn't hold any longer, her mind was resisting him, but her body gave in "I love you!" She said through gritted teeth.
Draco began convulsing as he shot into her with all his force. Hermione became red and her breathing turned forced and she came. They both collapsed to the bed.
Hermione laid spent on the bed with Draco on top of her. He rolled next to her and said "I know you didn't mean it… but I needed to hear you say it." He pulled her close and spooned her. He whispered in her ear "Do you regret this now?"
"Not yet…" She said. They both fell asleep.
