Author's Note: This chapter has an incest flashback, so if you don't want
to read it just look for the asterisks * *
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor will I ever . . . unless J. K. Rowlings would like to sell them to me? I didn't think so . . . anyways, J. K. Rowlings is the rightful owner of all Harry Potter characters and beasts and memorabilia related to it. All I own is the plot of this story and the paper and computer that it is written on, and any characters or potions or spells I make up during the duration of this story.
Please, please, please review!!! I will love you forever if you do! So without further ado, here is the next chapter!
Chapter 2
Hermione and Draco walked slowly back to their bedrooms. Hermione felt drained after reading that entire excerpt on the Demiguise (or Invisibility) Potion and making it somehow into an essay, which was no easy task . . . but she was glad for the help and company of Draco.
Draco had been nice to her while he was helping, which was a nice change. In fact, truth be told, she had enjoyed working with him . . . he was very intelligent and kind when he wasn't be a spoiled prat. They worked very well together too.
Even though she thought that maybe they had stopped . . . a flashback of her father forcing himself on her for the second time came to her mind . . .
*"Hermione!" yelled her father from his office late one day while her mother was out shopping.
Hermione ran into the room moments later, "Yes father?"
Mr. Granger got up and motioned to the seat on the other side of his desk, "Please sit down honey, we never talk anymore." He pulled out the chair and Hermione took a seat. They were silent a moment while Mr. Granger closed the door and locked it (which was unknown to Hermione.)
"What did you want to talk about?" asked Hermione as she heard the click that meant the door was shut. Her father walked up behind her and put a hand harmlessly on her shoulder. Hermione was beginning to worry because her father was not an affectionate kind of person.
"Is there anything that you want to talk about?" he asked giving her shoulder a light squeeze.
"Not that I can really think of," Hermione said tensing up every moment longer his hand lingered on her shoulder. She could feel and hear the blood rushing into her ears and unfortunately that blocked out any somewhat light sound so she didn't hear as Mr. Granger unzipped his pants with his free hand. His pants slid to the floor and his boxers came with them.
Hermione could sense that something was not right, but she couldn't tell what was wrong, "No problems or anything troubling you, or something just on your mind?" he asked reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket with his free hand.
"No sir . . . everything is fine, there's not a whole lot to talk about."
"That's great sweetie," he said mysteriously.
"Why?" Hermione inquired uncertainly.
"Because there is something that I want you to do, but you won't really be able to talk, so I wanted you to get anything out now."
Hermione began to turn around slowly, "What do you mean fa-" but she was cut off by an extremely sharp knife being placed on her throat almost to the cutting point. She knew that this was her father's favorite knife and that it could cut through almost anything including most metals, and that meant it could certainly cut through flesh and bone and still not dull, so she was going to have to do whatever he demanded of her. She still hadn't turned fully around so she could not see the state that her father was in at the moment.
"Open your mouth princess," he demanded roughly.
Hermione obediently opened her mouth. She wondered only very shortly what her father was planning, when he walked into her direct view and she could see his unaroused penis. He began He began to insert his unhardened member into her mouth and grabbed her hands when it was fully inside. He brought her shaking hands up to his testicles and squeezed her hands a few times so she got the idea . . . so, completely terrified, Hermione squeezed and massaged and watched his face in horror. He had a look of sheer ecstasy plastered on his face . . . and a lust filled look in his eyes. She could feel him slowly hardening as his member stood at attention inside her mouth, and she was mortified at what was happening. Though she knew this was far from being over. She could see as his face slowly changed from pleasure to lusty dissatisfaction. He lowered his deadly gaze to meet her frightened brown eyes.
"If you try anything, I swear by your mother's grave that I'll kill you," he growled at her. He set the knife down and out of her reach. Then his hands slowly ventured down and cupped her breasts and ripped her shirt and bra off in one swift, fluid motion. He squeezed her breasts so hard that it caused her to squeeze him back even harder and faster to the rhythm at which he was going with her supple chest.
Mr. Granger gained back the look of ecstasy on his face and began to give deep throaty moans and growls of pleasure. His hands traveled down even farther to her pants and her ripped them open and massaged the her vagina with both hands, almost delicately, which in turn caused her to give one really hard squeeze. Then the thing that she had been dreading most happened; Mr. Granger dug his fingers into her as his climax came and he released himself inside her mouth as he yelled out from his soaring pleasure caused by the last hard squeezes from Hermione. Hermione felt as though she was going to gag.
She cried all that night and stayed locked in the bathroom as she vomited all night from the sickness of it all.*
A tear slid silently down her cheek as the memory flashed in an instant. She felt dizzy, light-headed, and nauseous. Then she fainted.
"Hermione!" Draco stepped behind her and caught her, then sank down to his knees to check her pulse and breathing. 'What is going on?' he thought. Then she started to have muscle spasms. Draco picked her up in his arms and ran to the hospital wing. "Don't worry Hermione . . . you're going to be alright . . . I promise . . ."
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor will I ever . . . unless J. K. Rowlings would like to sell them to me? I didn't think so . . . anyways, J. K. Rowlings is the rightful owner of all Harry Potter characters and beasts and memorabilia related to it. All I own is the plot of this story and the paper and computer that it is written on, and any characters or potions or spells I make up during the duration of this story.
Please, please, please review!!! I will love you forever if you do! So without further ado, here is the next chapter!
Chapter 2
Hermione and Draco walked slowly back to their bedrooms. Hermione felt drained after reading that entire excerpt on the Demiguise (or Invisibility) Potion and making it somehow into an essay, which was no easy task . . . but she was glad for the help and company of Draco.
Draco had been nice to her while he was helping, which was a nice change. In fact, truth be told, she had enjoyed working with him . . . he was very intelligent and kind when he wasn't be a spoiled prat. They worked very well together too.
Even though she thought that maybe they had stopped . . . a flashback of her father forcing himself on her for the second time came to her mind . . .
*"Hermione!" yelled her father from his office late one day while her mother was out shopping.
Hermione ran into the room moments later, "Yes father?"
Mr. Granger got up and motioned to the seat on the other side of his desk, "Please sit down honey, we never talk anymore." He pulled out the chair and Hermione took a seat. They were silent a moment while Mr. Granger closed the door and locked it (which was unknown to Hermione.)
"What did you want to talk about?" asked Hermione as she heard the click that meant the door was shut. Her father walked up behind her and put a hand harmlessly on her shoulder. Hermione was beginning to worry because her father was not an affectionate kind of person.
"Is there anything that you want to talk about?" he asked giving her shoulder a light squeeze.
"Not that I can really think of," Hermione said tensing up every moment longer his hand lingered on her shoulder. She could feel and hear the blood rushing into her ears and unfortunately that blocked out any somewhat light sound so she didn't hear as Mr. Granger unzipped his pants with his free hand. His pants slid to the floor and his boxers came with them.
Hermione could sense that something was not right, but she couldn't tell what was wrong, "No problems or anything troubling you, or something just on your mind?" he asked reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket with his free hand.
"No sir . . . everything is fine, there's not a whole lot to talk about."
"That's great sweetie," he said mysteriously.
"Why?" Hermione inquired uncertainly.
"Because there is something that I want you to do, but you won't really be able to talk, so I wanted you to get anything out now."
Hermione began to turn around slowly, "What do you mean fa-" but she was cut off by an extremely sharp knife being placed on her throat almost to the cutting point. She knew that this was her father's favorite knife and that it could cut through almost anything including most metals, and that meant it could certainly cut through flesh and bone and still not dull, so she was going to have to do whatever he demanded of her. She still hadn't turned fully around so she could not see the state that her father was in at the moment.
"Open your mouth princess," he demanded roughly.
Hermione obediently opened her mouth. She wondered only very shortly what her father was planning, when he walked into her direct view and she could see his unaroused penis. He began He began to insert his unhardened member into her mouth and grabbed her hands when it was fully inside. He brought her shaking hands up to his testicles and squeezed her hands a few times so she got the idea . . . so, completely terrified, Hermione squeezed and massaged and watched his face in horror. He had a look of sheer ecstasy plastered on his face . . . and a lust filled look in his eyes. She could feel him slowly hardening as his member stood at attention inside her mouth, and she was mortified at what was happening. Though she knew this was far from being over. She could see as his face slowly changed from pleasure to lusty dissatisfaction. He lowered his deadly gaze to meet her frightened brown eyes.
"If you try anything, I swear by your mother's grave that I'll kill you," he growled at her. He set the knife down and out of her reach. Then his hands slowly ventured down and cupped her breasts and ripped her shirt and bra off in one swift, fluid motion. He squeezed her breasts so hard that it caused her to squeeze him back even harder and faster to the rhythm at which he was going with her supple chest.
Mr. Granger gained back the look of ecstasy on his face and began to give deep throaty moans and growls of pleasure. His hands traveled down even farther to her pants and her ripped them open and massaged the her vagina with both hands, almost delicately, which in turn caused her to give one really hard squeeze. Then the thing that she had been dreading most happened; Mr. Granger dug his fingers into her as his climax came and he released himself inside her mouth as he yelled out from his soaring pleasure caused by the last hard squeezes from Hermione. Hermione felt as though she was going to gag.
She cried all that night and stayed locked in the bathroom as she vomited all night from the sickness of it all.*
A tear slid silently down her cheek as the memory flashed in an instant. She felt dizzy, light-headed, and nauseous. Then she fainted.
"Hermione!" Draco stepped behind her and caught her, then sank down to his knees to check her pulse and breathing. 'What is going on?' he thought. Then she started to have muscle spasms. Draco picked her up in his arms and ran to the hospital wing. "Don't worry Hermione . . . you're going to be alright . . . I promise . . ."