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~*~* The Blade Sinks Deeper*~*~
She felt a kick in the side of her stomach. "Wake up bitch." The voice was cold. Emotionless. "I said WAKE UP!" Another kick hit her, harder this time. She flinched with pain. That was sure to leave a bruise.
She opened her eyes and saw him, admiring himself in a shard of glass from the mirror, "Did you break this?" Hermione nodded. "Why?" She gave a discrete shoulder shrug and rose to her feet. He threw the glass at her. She ducked just in time for it to fly over her head and smash into the wall behind her. "Lucky little bitch, aren't we?" Hermione just stared at the spot where the glass had hit.
"Take off your clothes. Fast! I will be leaving soon and I am in the mood for a good shag. Do try to make this enjoyable." Hermione just stood in the same place, staring at her feet like they would yell out to her, tell her a way of escape. "I said 'Take off your clothes!'" She continued to ignore him. "Well I guess I will have to do the task for you." Hermione held her elbow with one hand, still staring at her wiggling big toe.
He walked over and planted a rough kiss on her lips. She winched at the pain. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt you mudblood? I'll try to be gentle." He tore off her light pink nightshirt. Hermione watched as the buttons flew across the floor. Her bare chest was now exposed. "Now isn't that better?" He ran his fingers down the valley of her breasts. She squirmed. It was the most un-enjoyable experience. "Do you like that mudblood?"
He kissed her neck. Then bit it lightly and blew on the now moist area sending a cool chill down her spine. Then he began to kiss and suck on it. This time biting harder. She winched again. It hurt. But she was used to it. The pain.
"Undress me." Hermione closed her eyes, opening them as slowly as she possibly could. Procrastination. It was the only way she could put the experience off longer. She slowly raised her hands to his shirt. Her fingers slowly working at his buttons. "Well hurry up!" She continued at her slow pace. "You aren't good for anything are you mudblood!?" He tore his shirt open much like how he tore off Hermione's. Buttons flying everywhere. "Take off my pants. Faster this time!" Hermione put her hands on the elastic of his plaid pajama bottoms. She tugged them down little by little. It got the point where she couldn't get them down any farther. She had to kneel. Hesitantly she went down on one knee. Then the other.
She got his pants down to about his knees when he grabbed her head and made her stare directly at his penis. Her head throbbed. He was putting more pressure than necessary around her temples. Tears welled up behind Hermione's eyes. "Do you want it?" Draco said in a raspy whisper. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to pull her head out of his grip. He slapped her. Dead on her cheek. Her skin rose. A red handprint prominent on her pale, bruised face. "I said 'Do you want it!'" Hermione shook her head. He slapped her again. "That's not the right answer. Do you want it?" Hermione nodded slowly. He slapped her again. A silent tear rolled down her red cheek.
She finished taking his boxers off, scared of rising to her feet. Not wanting to have her face pointed at his groin again. He pulled off her pants and underwear in one swift yank. He pulled them off from her ankles, making her fall to the ground. Another tear escaped. "Shower." Hermione crawled over to the shower and turned it on. A light flow of water trickled out of the showerhead.
Draco removed his boxers revealing his erection. Hermione closed her eyes in disgust. "Get in." Draco pointed at the shower. Hermione remained seated on the tile floor. Her backside was getting cold. Draco walked over to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. When she was standing he refused to let go, squeezing it. Making it hurt more and more every second. "You listen to me when I speak to you mudblood." His voice was filled with lust, low and husky. "Get in." Hermione let a few more tears escape her eyes and she slowly placed a foot in the shower. He pushed her.
Hermione fell. Her head making contact with the tile around the bathtub. She landed in the tub, lying on her stomach. She watched as the blood dripping from her forehead fell into the stream of water and disappeared down the drain. Draco entered the shower after her. "Oh, get up you filthy whore." Hermione rolled over onto her back and sat up. She slowly rose to her feet. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her into another kiss. Rougher. More painful.
He grabbed one of her breasts and began to rotate it in a circle. It just gave her more pain. Every part of her body was sore. He wasn't gentle on any part of her. He broke the kiss for air and put his lips back on hers. Draco's tongue forced entry into Hermione's mouth and pushed on her tongue. Hermione drew a sharp breath. She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him off. "STOP IT!!" She yelled into his mouth. The only time she talked was when she was in this sort of situation.
Draco just pressed on further. Rubbing his full erection between her thighs. She got no pleasure out of it. She formed fists and began to pound on his back, shoulders, and chest. "Get off me!!" She yelled once more into his mouth. She tried to scream. No use. But why would it be? No one could hear her screaming. And if they did, they didn't care. Everyone knew about Draco's way of living. How he raped 1st years. And how he used Hermione. Everyone ignored it. They pretended it wasn't happening.
"HELP ME!!" She yelled when Draco finally separated their lips for air. He slapped her again. "Shut up whore!" He dug his fingernails into her back. They cut her skin. Hermione could feel the blood running down her back. Draco swabbed some of the blood with his finger. "Open your mouth and taste it." She opened her mouth in a slight "O" shape and he shoved his finger inside of her mouth. He swirled it around and pulled it out. "Good isn't it? Turn around." He spun her around brutally and pushed her against the tile. He licked her back. Taking the blood into his mouth. Hermione began a steady cry, still silent though. He rubbed his erection on the outer part of her thigh.
He grabbed her arms and squeezed them again. Then he spun her around once again, even more forcefully, if that was possible.
He took the under part of her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. Hermione putting up a fight the whole time. She tried as hard as she could, but it didn't do much a lot of good, as she was weak. Before Hermione could protest any further, he shoved himself inside of her.
Draco pulled out as quickly as he had entered, forcing their lips together, so Hermione's screams were muffled. She was pushing against his shoulders again. He pushed inside again. Staying inside her longer, then pulled out slower. He was almost completely out, before he pushed in again. He continued like that, quickening his pace at every thrust. Hermione continued to fight against him. It was no use. He was too powerful. It seemed like his thrusting continued forever. He finally came. Pulling himself out quickly and dropping her thighs.
Hermione fell to the floor of the tub again. Draco exited the shower without a word and got dressed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the edge of the tub. Then he slapped her with as much force as he could find. She screamed in pain. "You can do better mudblood." With that he was gone. Hermione curled up into a ball on the shower floor and cried. Cried until she was back asleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Plain and simple.
~*~* The Blade Sinks Deeper*~*~
She felt a kick in the side of her stomach. "Wake up bitch." The voice was cold. Emotionless. "I said WAKE UP!" Another kick hit her, harder this time. She flinched with pain. That was sure to leave a bruise.
She opened her eyes and saw him, admiring himself in a shard of glass from the mirror, "Did you break this?" Hermione nodded. "Why?" She gave a discrete shoulder shrug and rose to her feet. He threw the glass at her. She ducked just in time for it to fly over her head and smash into the wall behind her. "Lucky little bitch, aren't we?" Hermione just stared at the spot where the glass had hit.
"Take off your clothes. Fast! I will be leaving soon and I am in the mood for a good shag. Do try to make this enjoyable." Hermione just stood in the same place, staring at her feet like they would yell out to her, tell her a way of escape. "I said 'Take off your clothes!'" She continued to ignore him. "Well I guess I will have to do the task for you." Hermione held her elbow with one hand, still staring at her wiggling big toe.
He walked over and planted a rough kiss on her lips. She winched at the pain. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt you mudblood? I'll try to be gentle." He tore off her light pink nightshirt. Hermione watched as the buttons flew across the floor. Her bare chest was now exposed. "Now isn't that better?" He ran his fingers down the valley of her breasts. She squirmed. It was the most un-enjoyable experience. "Do you like that mudblood?"
He kissed her neck. Then bit it lightly and blew on the now moist area sending a cool chill down her spine. Then he began to kiss and suck on it. This time biting harder. She winched again. It hurt. But she was used to it. The pain.
"Undress me." Hermione closed her eyes, opening them as slowly as she possibly could. Procrastination. It was the only way she could put the experience off longer. She slowly raised her hands to his shirt. Her fingers slowly working at his buttons. "Well hurry up!" She continued at her slow pace. "You aren't good for anything are you mudblood!?" He tore his shirt open much like how he tore off Hermione's. Buttons flying everywhere. "Take off my pants. Faster this time!" Hermione put her hands on the elastic of his plaid pajama bottoms. She tugged them down little by little. It got the point where she couldn't get them down any farther. She had to kneel. Hesitantly she went down on one knee. Then the other.
She got his pants down to about his knees when he grabbed her head and made her stare directly at his penis. Her head throbbed. He was putting more pressure than necessary around her temples. Tears welled up behind Hermione's eyes. "Do you want it?" Draco said in a raspy whisper. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to pull her head out of his grip. He slapped her. Dead on her cheek. Her skin rose. A red handprint prominent on her pale, bruised face. "I said 'Do you want it!'" Hermione shook her head. He slapped her again. "That's not the right answer. Do you want it?" Hermione nodded slowly. He slapped her again. A silent tear rolled down her red cheek.
She finished taking his boxers off, scared of rising to her feet. Not wanting to have her face pointed at his groin again. He pulled off her pants and underwear in one swift yank. He pulled them off from her ankles, making her fall to the ground. Another tear escaped. "Shower." Hermione crawled over to the shower and turned it on. A light flow of water trickled out of the showerhead.
Draco removed his boxers revealing his erection. Hermione closed her eyes in disgust. "Get in." Draco pointed at the shower. Hermione remained seated on the tile floor. Her backside was getting cold. Draco walked over to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. When she was standing he refused to let go, squeezing it. Making it hurt more and more every second. "You listen to me when I speak to you mudblood." His voice was filled with lust, low and husky. "Get in." Hermione let a few more tears escape her eyes and she slowly placed a foot in the shower. He pushed her.
Hermione fell. Her head making contact with the tile around the bathtub. She landed in the tub, lying on her stomach. She watched as the blood dripping from her forehead fell into the stream of water and disappeared down the drain. Draco entered the shower after her. "Oh, get up you filthy whore." Hermione rolled over onto her back and sat up. She slowly rose to her feet. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her into another kiss. Rougher. More painful.
He grabbed one of her breasts and began to rotate it in a circle. It just gave her more pain. Every part of her body was sore. He wasn't gentle on any part of her. He broke the kiss for air and put his lips back on hers. Draco's tongue forced entry into Hermione's mouth and pushed on her tongue. Hermione drew a sharp breath. She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him off. "STOP IT!!" She yelled into his mouth. The only time she talked was when she was in this sort of situation.
Draco just pressed on further. Rubbing his full erection between her thighs. She got no pleasure out of it. She formed fists and began to pound on his back, shoulders, and chest. "Get off me!!" She yelled once more into his mouth. She tried to scream. No use. But why would it be? No one could hear her screaming. And if they did, they didn't care. Everyone knew about Draco's way of living. How he raped 1st years. And how he used Hermione. Everyone ignored it. They pretended it wasn't happening.
"HELP ME!!" She yelled when Draco finally separated their lips for air. He slapped her again. "Shut up whore!" He dug his fingernails into her back. They cut her skin. Hermione could feel the blood running down her back. Draco swabbed some of the blood with his finger. "Open your mouth and taste it." She opened her mouth in a slight "O" shape and he shoved his finger inside of her mouth. He swirled it around and pulled it out. "Good isn't it? Turn around." He spun her around brutally and pushed her against the tile. He licked her back. Taking the blood into his mouth. Hermione began a steady cry, still silent though. He rubbed his erection on the outer part of her thigh.
He grabbed her arms and squeezed them again. Then he spun her around once again, even more forcefully, if that was possible.
He took the under part of her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. Hermione putting up a fight the whole time. She tried as hard as she could, but it didn't do much a lot of good, as she was weak. Before Hermione could protest any further, he shoved himself inside of her.
Draco pulled out as quickly as he had entered, forcing their lips together, so Hermione's screams were muffled. She was pushing against his shoulders again. He pushed inside again. Staying inside her longer, then pulled out slower. He was almost completely out, before he pushed in again. He continued like that, quickening his pace at every thrust. Hermione continued to fight against him. It was no use. He was too powerful. It seemed like his thrusting continued forever. He finally came. Pulling himself out quickly and dropping her thighs.
Hermione fell to the floor of the tub again. Draco exited the shower without a word and got dressed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the edge of the tub. Then he slapped her with as much force as he could find. She screamed in pain. "You can do better mudblood." With that he was gone. Hermione curled up into a ball on the shower floor and cried. Cried until she was back asleep.