WARNING : Explicit sexual content. Graphic depictions of Non-consensual sex. Not for kids.
The iron grip on her arm was bruising. Hermione was sure it would leave scars the next day. Before she could realize what was happening she was hurled inside a room.
The sound of a door closing shut was heard next. She raised her head to see what was going on. It was hardly a surprise to see Marcus Flint standing in front of her. He let out a chuckle after noticing the tears in her eyes.
"Looks like someone just realized, that she's nothing but a hole to fill" he mocked.
Hermione stared at him with more tears streaming down her face. The next thing happened very quickly. Flint caught hold of her arm and slammed her against the nearby table making her wince in pain.
Flint pressed her face against the surface and pushed up her skirt. Hermione knew what was coming but she didn't resist it. She didn't have the strength or the motivation to do it.
Hardly a minute later, Flint entered her. She gasped painfully at the sensation. He hissed and groaned at every thrust, making it harder and harder for her to endure it. Hermione scratched her nails against the wooden surface and gritted her teeth, reassuring herself that it would be over soon.
A minute or two later Flint came with a loud hiss. Hermione could feel it seep inside of her and it made her feel extremely dirty and shameful.
"Good fuck" Flint muttered as he pulled up his zipper and strolled out of the room.
Hermione didn't budge. She waited till the footsteps got fainter and fainter until they finally vanished. It was only after that when she bothered to get up and gather her belongings. Her knees shook and it felt like she was carrying the weight of the entire world on her shoulders.
It was a miracle she made it to the girls common room in that condition. She was walking with her head bent low, to hide her tears and misery when she bumped into someone.
"Sorry" she muttered without bothering to look up and was about to walk away when she heard a familiar voice.
"Hermione?" Ginny gasped.
She looked up to see the redhead staring at her with concern.
"Bloody hell! What happened? Are you okay?"
"I-I.." she choked back on her words to somehow hold it back together and not breakdown. Crying her eyes out was the last thing she wanted to do in front of Ginny.
"Never mind. Come with me" Ginny said and brought her to a secluded corner where there were not many girls around.
"Sit down" she said and handed Hermione a glass of water which she drank in one go.
"Something is obviously very wrong. What happened?" Ginny enquired.
Hermione looked at her with puffy eyes. Ginny was kind and understanding and probably wouldn't judge her but she still wasn't sure if she could share everything. What would she even say to Ginny? That she was upset because Draco had left her for another girl? It would make her sound like a pathetic school girl. Or perhaps she could tell how Marcus Flint had raped her just a few minutes ago.
"Is this because of Malfoy? Did he do something to you?" Ginny asked, breaking her train of thoughts.
"Don't talk about him!" she exclaimed.
"Oh okay. He did something then. But it's fine, boys are assholes."
Hermione nodded.
"Here take this handkerchief and wipe off those tears"
"Thanks Ginny" she said quietly, "you're a really good friend".
Ginny smiled. "Well you'll feel better if you talk to me"
Hermione tried to resist herself, she really did but how long could she keep all of it to herself. Finally she broke down.
"It's just that…" she wiped her nose and continued, "Draco is…well things between him and I are not how I expected them to be"
"How so?"
"I don't like it when he is with other girls. I think…..I have feelings for him" she said quietly.
Ginny was looking at her with her jaw hanging in the air.
"Stop looking at me like that. I know what you must be thinking about me right now but-"
"You fancy him. Are you in love with him?" Ginny interrupted her.
Hermione stared at the redhead while fighting an internal battle? Did she love Draco? No of course not. It was just a stupid little crush which would go away right?
Ginny looked at her sympathetically.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione couldn't help but question. She didn't like the look Ginny was giving her.
"Hermione what have you gotten yourself into? All these men here they just come here for sex. That's what we are to them…they don't actually care for us"
"That's pretty depressing" Hermione muttered under her breath trying to hide how heart broken she already felt.
The fact was that she knew all this deep down but she had still let her guard down. It fucking hurt.
"Most of them are married too. Blaise is. The girl's name is Daphne, I think. Does Draco have a wife too?" Ginny continued casually.
Hermione gaped at her with eyes as wide as saucers. "What? A wife?"
"Yes. You lived with him for so long and never asked him if he was married?"
The mere possibility of Draco being married was tormenting. Had she slept with a married man for all these day? Developed feelings for a married man?
"Well….it just never occurred to me and we never talked about this stuff" she replied lamely.
Ginny nodded understandingly.
Hermione felt like a complete idiot. She had just made a fool out of herself by assuming that Draco was unmarried.
"Well are there high chances of him being married? Not that it makes any difference now…but still" she quickly added.
"Malfoy is a wealthy, young, pureblood wizard. He's quite well known among the masses too so the chances of him being married are very high"
The sinking feeling at the bottom of her stomach came back, stronger than ever.
Hermione was still processing this piece of information when Ginny stood up. "Have you eaten anything?"
"No"
"I'll get you some soup. You'll feel better after having it" she said and left.
Ginny returned after a few minutes with a bowl of steaming, hot broth and placed it in front of her. Hermione was barely listening as she talked about being late somewhere. Soon Hermione was left alone in the room with a few other girls in a far corner. She kept picking at her food and trying to distract herself.
The day dragged like anything. Hermione had decided to sleep off all the things but her mind wouldn't let her get any shut eye. At last she gave up.
The urge to do something reckless was too much. She just wanted to forget about it, all of it. Mostly she wanted to forget about Draco. She was positive that if she spent even one more minute thinking about him she would go crazy.
Hermione got up and started getting ready. She washed her face and decided to put on some makeup. A little bit of color on the lips along with some mascara and she was ready to go. She noticed the hair gel which Ginny had given her to straighten her hair lying in a corner on the table. The fleeting memory of Draco telling her that he liked her better with curls came to her mind and she applied the gel. The clothes she was wearing were dirty so she changed them too and picked out a black strapless dress.
Hermione didn't have anything particular in mind. Now that she had bothered to get all dressed up she might as well go out so she did that.
That hall was especially crowded today with a lot of men and women most of whom seemed drunk. She noticed a few girls sitting and spotted Hannah Abott amongst them.
"Hey" Hannah greeted her as Hermione took a seat next to her.
"Hey" Hermione nodded.
Hannah took out a fresh tumbler and poured the bottle of firewhiskey into it. .
"Have a drink" she said.
Normally, Hermione would have refused but nothing was normal, was it? She took the glass after only a moment's hesitation and took a huge sip. Immediately her taste buds were overwhelmed by the hot and sour sensation but she crinkled her nose and swallowed it down. In the corner of her eye she noticed a man constantly staring at her legs but she ignored it.
Hermione didn't even realize when one sip turned to one drink and then two and on and on. Before she knew it she was feeling a little tipsy.
A few minutes later she decided it was enough. To her surprise she was not completely wasted and could still walk. She was about to leave when she saw the man approach her. On paying much more attention Hermione actually noticed him. He was a tall and hefty man with He was tall and hefty man with messy hair reaching up to his shoulders and a heavy stubble.
"Start walking" he simply said and waited patiently beside her. Hermione was confused and unsure at first but hesitantly took a few steps ahead.
"Keep going" he continued, and started walking behind her.
The entered a dark room and he pushed her inside. Only now Hermione actually realized it…this man in his mid-forties was planning to fuck her.
"Who are you? I've never seen you before." She said.
"It doesn't matter"
"So what I'm just going to get fucked by some random death eater? Great!" she exclaimed.
"That's what mudbloods like you are made for"
She gave a cold laugh.
"Yeah I know. So tell me…how are you going to fuck me tonight?" her head was spinning and she was barely able to stand but she continued. "You could bend me over that table and fuck my arse…or you could fuck my mouth until I can't breathe or you can do it the traditional way…but you have to do it. You have to fuck me because that's what I am…a hole to be filled." she threw her hands in the air and laughed despite the tears forming in her eyes.
The man stared at her with a bored look on his face.
She wiped her tears and laughed again. "What was the name again?"
"Rodolphus LeStrange"
She giggled. "What a strange name! But now you have to fuck me Rodolphus! Come on! You-"
He picked her up without any warning and put her on the wooden table in the middle of the bed. He placed a hand on her stomach and pushed her down. Hermione whimpered in pain. The next moment he grabbed her hands and tied them above her head with a thick rope magically and pulled down her dress to expose her breasts.
She couldn't even raise her head up beyond a certain level to see what was going on down there but she didn't care.
Hermione felt him grab her legs and spread them wide apart. She closed her eyes waiting for it but it never came. Instead she felt him licking her toes.
Suddenly he pulled her closer and his lips started traveling upwards. Hermione sucked in a huge breath at it. She but her lip as she felt his beard graze over the smooth skin of her thighs. It was so erotic and she was getting wet.
"Spread your legs wider" she heard him say and she obeyed readily.
"Hmm that's like a good little whore" he breathed. She was waiting to feel his tongue on her because that seemed like the obvious thing to do in that position but it never came. Instead he shoved one finger inside her asshole making gasp.
"Fuck!" she shrieked loudly. Her eyes were closed and back was arched as much as possible.
He pulled out his fingers making her groan. Hermione was still panting with her eyes closed when she heard the clink of metal against each other and then a sharp sting in her right nipple.
With a loud cry she opened her eyes to find that the man was standing over her with a smirk on his face and a weird object in his hand. He soon put that object on her other nipple too and Hermione realized with another painful moan that it was a nipple clamp.
She'd barely gotten time to adjust to painful sensation of those clamps when she felt him enter her.
"So fucking tight…" he hissed.
A sharp cry of surprise left her due to how unprepared she was for it. It hardly mattered to him. He pushed deeper inside of her then out all at once and then all over again. Soon he had established a rhythm in his moments, pumping in and out of her.
It was painful yet pleasurable.
Her head was spinning but she wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol or the actions of the man. It felt like she was floating.
"Come on Rodolphous! Is that all you've got?" she purposely teased him.
"You greedy little slut…" he exclaimed and spat on her face.
The force and pace of his thrusts increased and he kept continually pumping inside of her almost to the point where it felt like she was getting stabbed between her legs.
"Oh god!" she yelled with her eyes closed and pulled at her chains helplessly until tears rolled down her cheeks.
In the matter of a few minutes she felt like she could take no more and a throaty moan escaped her lips. Her orgasm had hit her pretty hard and she could feel her vision getting hazy. The last thing she could feel was him still thrusting inside of her before she blackened out.
A/N - Thanks for reading. I want to know your thoughts on this chapter so do comment. Love you!