Now, don't be mistaken, I do not hate Hermione.
. of course, only the plot is mine, not the characters.
Chapter 4: The 1st night
"COME OFF MALFOY!"
"NO I WON'T."
"YOU'RE SUCH A JERK DRACO MALFOY, YOU'D LET A LADY WANDER OUTSIDE THE CASTLE, ALONE, AT NIGHT?!"
"HAHA, WHO D'YOU CALL A LADY? YOURSELF?! I DON'T THINK SO, NOW BUG OFF! YOU PATROLL OUTSIDE AND THE DUNGEONS, I GET TO DO THE REST!"
"GO TO HELL MALFOY!"
"I WISH HOU DIE TONIGHT, GRANGER, YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!"
Hermione ran off to the dungeons, her face red with anger. She ran down the stairs that led to the dungeons. If she saw any slytherins, she would make them pay for what Malfoy had done to her.
She had been walking through the corridors for almost an hour when she found two 4th years from slytherin, kissing around a corner.
"Well, well, what have we got here?" she said with a smirk. "I think I must take 10 points off from each of you for being out at night and five more for kissing in public. Now go back to your common room."
"Go fuck yourself stupid Mudblood!" the boy answered.
"Well, Mr I-don't-know-who, you've just lost your house 20 more points. Now, you better run to your dorms before I take any more points from your house!"
They looked at her, shocked.
"NOW!!!" Hermione shouted, to make them move.
A few minutes later, Hermione was still mumbling to herself, proud of what she'd done. Heading to the corridor that led out of the dungeons, she felt that same brisk of cold air as she had in the train, and heard noises from someone walking, not far behind her. Turning around, she said:
"I thought I had told you two." were her only words, cause a tall men had shut her up with one of his hands and captured her hands whth the other.
With a voice that resembled that of a very angry snake, the man said:
" Do you wish to die tonight, filthy mudblood?!"
Hermione nodded no.
"Then, you just shut your fuckin' mouth and you don't try to escape, ever, cause I'll kill you!"
He took Hermione in a dark corner, where she knew no one would ever see or ear them anyway.
Letting his hands go, he rapidly tied a piece of tissue around Hermione's mouth. He had knocked her face to the cold rough stone wall and tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her chin, in pain but also in the fear of what he would do.
He magically tied a rope around her hands for her not to escape. He abruptly took her skirt up her back and pulled her blouse, breaking all the buttons. He unbuttoned his pants and took them down to his ankles and did the same with his boxers, giving to Hermione a plain view of his penis, big enough to scare the hell out of any girl, especially Hermione since she was still a virgin and had never seen a naked man before. More tears came down her cheeks as he pulled her panties off, breaking them in the way and pushed his manhood into her, knocking her whole body to the wall. She wanted to scream but no sound would have come out of her mouth anyway.
Hermione was crying more and more as the monster dick continued its back and forth movement, burning her insides and knocking more profound in her than she could think was humanly possible. She thought with horror that, if he continued like that, he could pierce through her whole body, her uterus, her stomach, her heart and so on. She felt just like the witches of medieval years, their bodies torn apart by the torture the church made them go through. She knew she was bleeding since he had forced himself through and broke her hymen, she could feel his sperm along with her blood, running down her legs but he wouldn't let go.
He had also broken her bra and had grabbed her breasts, unpleasantly. He was playing with her nipples like they were Nintendo buttons or some such things and was pressing them way too hard one against the other, Hermione thought they'd disappear.
He was now pulling her hair very hard towards him while she felt his testicules bouncing on her butt again and again, she thought it might be flaming red by now because he was so hard with her.
When he finally ejaculated for the third time in a row, he let go her hair and she fainted because of the pain.
When she finally woke up, about an hour later, she was still there, in the corridors of the dungeons, half naked with crusts of dried sperm and blood inside her bruised legs. It was almost 1 am so she tried to hide her body with what was left of her clothes and got back to her common room, as fast as she could, tripping on one step out of two. Luckily for her, she was the only one still up by now and she didn't meet anyone. Draco was asleep so she went towards the bathroom, dropped all her clothes to trash and entered the shower, scrubbing herself to take all the "dirt" she felt was on her, exposing her skin even more than it already was. She was crying and crying. Rivers of tears were mixing to the hot water as she discovered bruises and nail prints everywhere on her frail body. To tired to move, her legs let go below her and she was now seated on the shower floor, her back resting on one of the sides, still crying as she noticed a trickle of blood going from her to the sewer hole in the middle. Crying again and again, she fell asleep under the water that had now turned cold.
Chapter 4: The 1st night
"COME OFF MALFOY!"
"NO I WON'T."
"YOU'RE SUCH A JERK DRACO MALFOY, YOU'D LET A LADY WANDER OUTSIDE THE CASTLE, ALONE, AT NIGHT?!"
"HAHA, WHO D'YOU CALL A LADY? YOURSELF?! I DON'T THINK SO, NOW BUG OFF! YOU PATROLL OUTSIDE AND THE DUNGEONS, I GET TO DO THE REST!"
"GO TO HELL MALFOY!"
"I WISH HOU DIE TONIGHT, GRANGER, YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!"
Hermione ran off to the dungeons, her face red with anger. She ran down the stairs that led to the dungeons. If she saw any slytherins, she would make them pay for what Malfoy had done to her.
She had been walking through the corridors for almost an hour when she found two 4th years from slytherin, kissing around a corner.
"Well, well, what have we got here?" she said with a smirk. "I think I must take 10 points off from each of you for being out at night and five more for kissing in public. Now go back to your common room."
"Go fuck yourself stupid Mudblood!" the boy answered.
"Well, Mr I-don't-know-who, you've just lost your house 20 more points. Now, you better run to your dorms before I take any more points from your house!"
They looked at her, shocked.
"NOW!!!" Hermione shouted, to make them move.
A few minutes later, Hermione was still mumbling to herself, proud of what she'd done. Heading to the corridor that led out of the dungeons, she felt that same brisk of cold air as she had in the train, and heard noises from someone walking, not far behind her. Turning around, she said:
"I thought I had told you two." were her only words, cause a tall men had shut her up with one of his hands and captured her hands whth the other.
With a voice that resembled that of a very angry snake, the man said:
" Do you wish to die tonight, filthy mudblood?!"
Hermione nodded no.
"Then, you just shut your fuckin' mouth and you don't try to escape, ever, cause I'll kill you!"
He took Hermione in a dark corner, where she knew no one would ever see or ear them anyway.
Letting his hands go, he rapidly tied a piece of tissue around Hermione's mouth. He had knocked her face to the cold rough stone wall and tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her chin, in pain but also in the fear of what he would do.
He magically tied a rope around her hands for her not to escape. He abruptly took her skirt up her back and pulled her blouse, breaking all the buttons. He unbuttoned his pants and took them down to his ankles and did the same with his boxers, giving to Hermione a plain view of his penis, big enough to scare the hell out of any girl, especially Hermione since she was still a virgin and had never seen a naked man before. More tears came down her cheeks as he pulled her panties off, breaking them in the way and pushed his manhood into her, knocking her whole body to the wall. She wanted to scream but no sound would have come out of her mouth anyway.
Hermione was crying more and more as the monster dick continued its back and forth movement, burning her insides and knocking more profound in her than she could think was humanly possible. She thought with horror that, if he continued like that, he could pierce through her whole body, her uterus, her stomach, her heart and so on. She felt just like the witches of medieval years, their bodies torn apart by the torture the church made them go through. She knew she was bleeding since he had forced himself through and broke her hymen, she could feel his sperm along with her blood, running down her legs but he wouldn't let go.
He had also broken her bra and had grabbed her breasts, unpleasantly. He was playing with her nipples like they were Nintendo buttons or some such things and was pressing them way too hard one against the other, Hermione thought they'd disappear.
He was now pulling her hair very hard towards him while she felt his testicules bouncing on her butt again and again, she thought it might be flaming red by now because he was so hard with her.
When he finally ejaculated for the third time in a row, he let go her hair and she fainted because of the pain.
When she finally woke up, about an hour later, she was still there, in the corridors of the dungeons, half naked with crusts of dried sperm and blood inside her bruised legs. It was almost 1 am so she tried to hide her body with what was left of her clothes and got back to her common room, as fast as she could, tripping on one step out of two. Luckily for her, she was the only one still up by now and she didn't meet anyone. Draco was asleep so she went towards the bathroom, dropped all her clothes to trash and entered the shower, scrubbing herself to take all the "dirt" she felt was on her, exposing her skin even more than it already was. She was crying and crying. Rivers of tears were mixing to the hot water as she discovered bruises and nail prints everywhere on her frail body. To tired to move, her legs let go below her and she was now seated on the shower floor, her back resting on one of the sides, still crying as she noticed a trickle of blood going from her to the sewer hole in the middle. Crying again and again, she fell asleep under the water that had now turned cold.