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Hermione lay on her side, and sang to her baby. The song had no tune, and the words were messed up, but Hermione didn't care. She just wanted her baby to stop kicking her. To stop moving, to stop breathing, to stop living. She knew she was just thinking of this. She would never actually think of killing this wonderful life inside her. That would just be barbaric.
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"Um, thanks um, Draco." Said Harry uneasily. He had never been hugged by Draco before, and it was making him feel uncomfortable. "Could you stop hugging me please?"
They soon were quite drunk on butter beer, and Harry helped Hermione as they wobbled home. Soon they sat on her bed, in her room. Them he asked the question she was nervous about answering.
"Have I been a good enough boy?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"Um, Harry, after what happened with Neville last year, I uh, don't want to do anything quite yet." She said nervously. The smile vanished from Harry's lips.
"Oh you don't, do you?" an evil sort of smile flashed across his face as he continued, "It's not as if you have a choice." Hermione looked frightened.
"Harry, I think you should leave." She tried to grab her wand from the dresser but Harry got there first.
"I don't think you heard me right, Hermione. You don't have any say in this." And with that he snapped her wand in half. Then he took out his own wand and pointed it at the door.
"Clashet Nymphet!" he yelled. The lock on the door clicked shut. Then he pointed his wand at Hermione.
"Silencio!" he yelled. Hermione tried to scream, but she couldn't. She had been silenced. Harry pointed his wand at the bed.
"Ciao Xsce!" Instantly Hermione was strapped to the bed, gagged and tied up. She tried to scream again, but no sound came out. Harry flashed another evil grin.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but this had to be done. It's just easier this way."
Harry started to undo her robes ((a/n why couldn't JK Rowling put her characters in something a little easier to get out of???)). When he was done, he looked at her writhing naked body. He took her right nipple in her left hand and squeezed.
"You like that, don't you? You dirty little slut!" said Harry as he started to get stiff.
Tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks as Harry put Hermione's nipple in his mouth, and sucked. While he sucked, his hands found their way to her pussy. He played with her clit until she was wet, then he stopped. He tore off his robes, and faced her. Then he slowly placed himself inside her. He stabbed her, over and over.
"How bout that, huh? You like that? You should have given me what I wanted earlier. Then I might have been a bit more gentle!" he laughed evily.
Hermione lay on her side, and sang to her baby. The song had no tune, and the words were messed up, but Hermione didn't care. She just wanted her baby to stop kicking her. To stop moving, to stop breathing, to stop living. She knew she was just thinking of this. She would never actually think of killing this wonderful life inside her. That would just be barbaric.
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"Um, thanks um, Draco." Said Harry uneasily. He had never been hugged by Draco before, and it was making him feel uncomfortable. "Could you stop hugging me please?"
They soon were quite drunk on butter beer, and Harry helped Hermione as they wobbled home. Soon they sat on her bed, in her room. Them he asked the question she was nervous about answering.
"Have I been a good enough boy?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"Um, Harry, after what happened with Neville last year, I uh, don't want to do anything quite yet." She said nervously. The smile vanished from Harry's lips.
"Oh you don't, do you?" an evil sort of smile flashed across his face as he continued, "It's not as if you have a choice." Hermione looked frightened.
"Harry, I think you should leave." She tried to grab her wand from the dresser but Harry got there first.
"I don't think you heard me right, Hermione. You don't have any say in this." And with that he snapped her wand in half. Then he took out his own wand and pointed it at the door.
"Clashet Nymphet!" he yelled. The lock on the door clicked shut. Then he pointed his wand at Hermione.
"Silencio!" he yelled. Hermione tried to scream, but she couldn't. She had been silenced. Harry pointed his wand at the bed.
"Ciao Xsce!" Instantly Hermione was strapped to the bed, gagged and tied up. She tried to scream again, but no sound came out. Harry flashed another evil grin.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but this had to be done. It's just easier this way."
Harry started to undo her robes ((a/n why couldn't JK Rowling put her characters in something a little easier to get out of???)). When he was done, he looked at her writhing naked body. He took her right nipple in her left hand and squeezed.
"You like that, don't you? You dirty little slut!" said Harry as he started to get stiff.
Tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks as Harry put Hermione's nipple in his mouth, and sucked. While he sucked, his hands found their way to her pussy. He played with her clit until she was wet, then he stopped. He tore off his robes, and faced her. Then he slowly placed himself inside her. He stabbed her, over and over.
"How bout that, huh? You like that? You should have given me what I wanted earlier. Then I might have been a bit more gentle!" he laughed evily.
