A/N: Well, here it is. The next chapter, written in less than a week. Wowsa. I feel rather proud of myself. But I have to say that there is a WARNING: remember that forced sexual activity I mentioned in earlier chs? Well this is it, folks, so if the idea of someone being raped, yes raped, gives you the urge to flame, I suggest you save us both the trouble and stop reading right now. Okay. Second WARNING (yes there's two): Rape issues aside, I highly doubt that some of you will like this chapter at all. I'm sorry if you don't, but it will not be changed. The story is nearly finished (about two more chapters I think), and I have the ending all planned out. It will be done according to plan, no matter what.
Okay, with all that out of the way, thank yous:
Oxsammie: Yes, Harry is gay, and Draco used that to get to Hermione. I think that Draco's sexual orientation is whatever gives him the power, or benefits him in the long run.
Spiffy: * grins* thanks for not throwing stuff at me!
Serpent du feu: Thank you, thank you…and you once again get your wish! ;)
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Mimi 2: Ooooh, cake! Yum! Now I have to keep going.
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hobo-hobisho: Only you would think that flinging
office supplies at my head is sexy. Crackhead. Agatha Christie, huh? "Er…not
quite the look I was going for. Perhaps a little more off the top." And btw, I wanna
see these track marks. They sound interesting…Actually, reading your whole ER
analogy, I started laughing hysterically, then mum asked me what was so funny,
and I had to make something up. Call me psycho, but somehow I doubt me mummers
would see the whole 'scalpel/penis' thing the way we do. Ciao. * blows even
more kisses * You're still a goddess, by the way.
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Ottowan Angel: * grins evilly * Wasn't it tho? Teehee. * ducks as stapler flies at her head * When I say real soon, I mean real, real soon, as in less than a week soon, as you can see. But always remember! * puts on best wise woman face * Patience is a virtue! * ducks as pens and pencils fly at her head, laughing maniacally *
Dea Lofn: Wow, is all I have to say. If I were giving a prize for best review, you would definitely have it! I'm rather proud that I've managed to make your stomach turn. And King and Koontz are two of my fav authors, so you saying I rank with them for twistedness brought a tear to my eye and a smile to my face. Thank you very much.
"One last piece of business…" the words would have chilled Hermione if she had any emotional response left, but sadly, she didn't. She knew what the last piece of business was; wasn't it obvious? What else could he do to her before the end? She just wished that he could get it over with so that this horror would be finished once and for all. With this thought in mind, Hermione began working on mentally detaching herself from the situation, one metaphoric plug at a time. She didn't care anymore; she just hoped that he would have the decency to cover her properly before Harry finally found them. She may not care about herself anymore, but she did care about Harry, and she knew that it would kill him to see just how screwed up Malfoy was.
Speaking of Malfoy, she heard him coming closer, and she didn't even bother to open her eyes. Who cared, really? Who fucking cared? Let Malfoy rape her; let him take whatever he wanted. It didn't matter anymore.
A sharp slap cracked Hermione out of her thoughts, and her eyes flew open. Malfoy was glaring down at her. "Oh, no, my little mudblood", he whispered. "There'll be no removing yourself from this situation. I want to enjoy this." And he slapped her again. Hermione couldn't help it; her eyes watered with the force of the slap, and Draco smiled viciously. "That's better", he murmured, and stroked his hand down her cheek. Hermione flinched, and Draco smacked her again. "That's much, much better", he told her, giving her that almost tender look again and making Hermione want to retch.
Suddenly, Hermione was back to herself, and despite the pain she scurried as far away from Malfoy as she cold get. He laughed. "Now that is definitely more like it." He said, moving towards her once again. When she started to move away, he kicked her hard in her stomach. She grunted and stopped moving completely, and Malfoy crawled on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the ground. "See", he explained, "while normally I would love to play this little cat and mouse game with you, right now I'm not so sure how close your beloved Potty is to finding us, and I really would like to finish this without an audience, don't you agree?" he paused and regarded her mockingly. "Though I do think it would be fun to kill you in front of him. Whaddya think, mudblood? Think I should wait to kill you until Potter gets here? I highly doubt that he could stop me, and it would be rather fun to watch him crumble, don't you think?"
Anger welled up in Hermione, and she spit in Malfoy's face. "I hate you", she hissed, and began to struggle in earnest, squirming as hard as she could, trying desperately to get away. All the feelings of apathy that she had felt earlier were gone, now to be replaced by a fierce loathing coupled with the knowledge that if he touched her that way, if he was inside her, she truly would go insane. So she struggled, tears leaking from her eyes as the very futileness of her situation washed over her.
Malfoy hissed in a sharp breath and arched against her, and as Hermione felt just how excited he was she gave a small moan of pure terror, and with a burst of adrenaline threw Malfoy off of her. Startled, Malfoy didn't move for a second, and Hermione took that moment to move for the door as fast as she could, which wasn't very fast considering how much blood she had lost overnight, and she was sore and tired from hanging all night in chains. Still, she gave it a try, and was almost at the door when Malfoy's laughing voice stopped her…or rather, the petrificus totalis that he said. Stiff as a board, Hermione fell to the ground, and soon enough Malfoy was standing over her, still laughing.
"I told you, we just have no time for this", he informed her, waving a finger in mock chastisement. "Fun as it is, I really must put a stop to it." With this said, Malfoy picked her up and dragged her to another part of the room, where chains laid on the floor rather than the wall. Releasing Hermione from the spell, quick as a flash Malfoy grabbed her arms and secured them to the floor with the chains, then went for her flailing feet. Hermione was gratified to feel one of her feet make contact with Malfoy's face; a loud crunch echoed in the room as his nose broke. Cursing, Malfoy hissed, "Crucio", and as Hermione writhed in pain, grabbed her legs and secured them as well.
Pointing his wand at his face, Malfoy healed his broken nose and then ended the spell on Hermione, watching in satisfaction as she twitched from the force of the spell. Hermione knew that this spell had been worse than the last; the spell depends on the anger and hate behind it, and last time Malfoy had been more amused than angry. Weakly, Hermione struggled against her bonds, and Malfoy's humor seemed to return to him as he chuckled. "Dear, struggling wont get you anywhere. Why don't you just lie back and think of England?"
Hermione gave a small shriek of anger, and Draco grinned. "Well, now, how to start this?" he asked rhetorically, a strange light in his eyes. He pulled out his wand and muttered a spell, and suddenly Hermione felt the cold stone floor against her naked back. Malfoy's eyes crawled over her bare skin avidly, and Hermione tried vainly to shrink away, out of his sight, but soon gave up as the chains made it impossible to move at all. Helpless tears leaked from her eyes as Malfoy, still fully clothed, climbed on top of her once again. He placed his elbows on either side of her head and pillowed his head on his hands. Hermione couldn't keep the terror out of her eyes as he looked down at her, and Malfoy gave her a delighted grin when he saw it. He bent his head down and kissed her harshly, biting her lips and tongue until they bled, his own tongue forcing its way into her mouth to taste it. He moaned as her blood filled his mouth, and Hermione gagged helplessly.
Pulling back, Malfoy gave her one last grin before making his way down, trailing his mouth down her body, biting hard and drawing blood the whole way. He used his hands to pinch and tweak every inch of skin he could, scratching as well until Hermione was a mass of writhing pain and blood. Something in her mind was sliding, and Hermione found that she was holding on to it with slippery fingers, and it kept slipping out of her grasp. With every place Malfoy's mouth touched, a little of what was left of Hermione's sanity was chipped away, leaving a small core that was, she was horrified to find, pure hatred and loathing, and was centered on Malfoy and only Malfoy. Still, Hermione refused to let him know how he was hurting her, and although tears streamed down her face, she didn't make a sound.
When Malfoy was finished maiming her with his mouth, he quickly divested himself of his own clothes, and leaned over her. "Is it true that no one's had you since Weasley?' he whispered. Hermione didn't answer, and he leered. "Why am I even bothering to ask? Of course it is", he said, and leaned even closer to her to hiss in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to hurt you while I do it. And I won't stop until you scream. Keep that in mind, luv." And he ripped into her.
Oh, God. Draco had been right, Ron had been her first and only lover, and that had been once…and it had hurt, but he'd been so gentle and kind and Hermione had loved him more than anything and then he had died but it oh god the pain the pain it hadn't been this bad and oh how could she bear not to scream…
The pain was so horrible that Hermione bit right through her bottom lip, severing a chunk of skin from it and Hermione barely even noticed when she swallowed it, and as he kept moving inside of her, tearing her inside more and more and finally she gave in; opening her mouth she screamed…screeched her pain into Malfoy's mouth as it came crashing down on hers, hurting her torn and bruised lips even more as he forced his tongue in her mouth and thrust harder inside her, and then he let his own scream fill Hermione's mouth as he came inside her, and Hermione felt the last of her sanity leave her with a calm detachment, and a resolve that yes, she may die, would welcome it, but first she would kill the bastard lying on top of her…she would banish his evil from the world, if it was the last thing she did.
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When it was over, the thing just laid there like a lump, until Draco gave out an exasperated sigh and covered it. He was glad he hadn't raped her before this; he had enjoyed breaking her slowly, and he was extremely pleased that the sex act had finished the job. It had been very hot, fucking her until she had screamed from the pain of it, and if she had still been herself Draco might've taken her again. As it was his arousal was dampened considerably by seeing what a disgusting lump the creature made when broken. Oh, well. It didn't matter, really. Pathetic little Potter and the cavalry would be here any minute, and Draco had every intention of being gone when they did show up, despite what he'd said to the mudblood earlier.
With this in mind Draco pulled out his wand. Releasing the thing from its bonds, he quickly noticed that she was incapable of getting herself dressed and so started to dress her himself; when he realized that the mudblood was bleeding. He considered leaving her like this, just to torture the idiot who would find the creature; he even thought of just killing her and laying her spread eagled and naked on his dungeon floor. How that would shatter Potter. However, Draco thought better of this course of action. As much as he hated it, Draco felt a certain respect for the thing in front of him, and thought that he may as well leave it some dignity in its death. Thinking this, Draco made sure to say a spell that would stop the bleeding, and dressed the mudblood in her soiled clothing. He toyed with the idea of cleaning the clothing as well, then decided not to. It wasn't as if it really mattered. She was filth; it was only fit that she die in filth as well.
When she was fully clothed Draco placed her in the center of the room and stood back to survey his handiwork. He couldn't suppress a smile of pure delight as he took in the mudblood with tears drying on her cheeks and her hair a ratted mess, the filthy clothes and the blank look in her eyes. He had done what he'd promised himself long ago: he had broken her mind, turned it into so much dust, and now he would finish her off. His only regret was that he couldn't do the same to Potter.
As luck would have it, that last glance he took at what he'd destroyed sealed his fate. Just as he was raising his wand to complete his twisted fantasy, the dungeon door crashed open, and none other than Harry Potter burst in, looking wild. Draco glanced up, and that was all the time Potter needed. With a cry of "Expelliarmus!" Draco's wand was out of his hand and across the room, and Potter's own wand was pointing straight at Draco.
Draco found himself looking into lost green eyes. "Why?" Potter asked helplessly, tears streaming down his cheeks as his worst fears were confirmed, without a doubt. Draco sneered. "You are such a fool, Potter", he snarled. "Believing that I would ever choose you over My Lord, believing that I could ever actually love you. You're worthless, Potter. It was so easy, making you think that I cared. You were so fucking desperate. What's the matter Harry," he said as Potter flinched, putting as much hate and mockery into the name as he could, "can't handle the truth? Well, here it is Potter, from me to you: you were just a pawn, and not even an interesting one at that."
With these words Draco flung himself at Potter; the other man's wand clattered useless to the ground as Draco's hands wrapped around his throat, and his hands beat weakly at Draco's own as he tried to free himself. Draco felt a surge of powerful adrenaline shoot through him. He would be able to achieve his dream after all. He would kill Potter, then go after the mudblood. They would both die by his hand. Draco was in a state of wonderful euphoria; he could feel Potter's life leaving his body…oh, this was bliss, this muggle way of killing…he would have to do the same with the mudblood.
But once again Draco's dream would go unrealized, as he heard the hiss of indrawn breath behind him he looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened to see the last thing he ever expected: the mudblood, a deadly intent in her eyes, pointing Draco's own wand at his head. He only had time to whisper, "No, you can't," before the mudblood opened her mouth and uttered a spell, then there was a flash of green light brighter than Harry Potter's eyes, and the whole world ended for Draco Malfoy with the words
Avada Kedavra.
A/N 2: Okay, originally I was going to continue from here, but then I thought, nahh, I like it right where it is…so I left it. * grins evilly * Now, I'm sure there were those of you who hated this chapter, but as I stated before, the story has been finished (mentally, of course) for some time now, and I am not going to be changing it. Of course, killing Draco off makes me wonder if I have lost my readers. If so, well, thanks for reading thus far, and maybe I'll hear from you regarding my other fics. But this is not the end. I still have one or two more chapters to go, and I do hope that at least a few of you will stick with me. With that said, I implore you to leave a review, even those who have decided never to come back and read any more of this. Thanks a bunch.
~Libbs~
