Title: The Man Who Sold the World
Author: Bleed Black
Disclaimer: I don't (unfortunately) have anything to do with Harry Potter. Actually, I don't have much of anything to do with anything. I just write my own fics, ok? If you don't like it, don't complain to me. Am I making you read the story? No, though many people think I have cast spells on them to make them like me. If you decide to come after me, all you will get is a few Johnny Depp posters and a pair of very uncomfortable shoes. In case you're wondering – this title is a P.O.D. (Payable On Death) song.
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This takes place in 6th year, once again, but early this time. (Pre – Harry vs. Voldemort battle thing.)
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Chapter 3 – I and Identify
"I'll meet you guys in the Great Hall for dinner. See you later." Hermione waved and turned down the hall towards aritmancy as Ron and Harry went up the stairs, heading to North Tower for divination. 'I don't know why they're still taking that rubbish,' Hermione muttered to herself as she started down another hallway. She tripped on an uneven flagstone in the floor, dropping all of her books from her bag.
Bending down, she began hurriedly picking them up. 'I'm going to be late for arithmancy, shit.' Her books were all over the floor; she couldn't understand how some had fallen as far away as they did.
A pale white hand reached over from behind her, handing her 'Hogwarts, A History,' a permanent resident in Hermione's book bag. The hand came in front of her face, releasing the book, where it tumbled back into the bulging bag.
"Thank you," Hermione said, turning around to find who had helped her. When she saw his face, she frowned. "What do you want?"
"I was merely helping. Is this a crime?"
"Tell me what you're up to, or go away."
"Tut tut tut. I don't appreciate rudeness, Miss Granger. That attitude won't do at all. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson or two about manners?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hermione was frustrated and angry. She didn't have time for this; she had to get to class.
"I would think someone as smart as yourself might be able to conclude what that means." His voice was taunting, pushing Hermione's already stressed temper.
"I don't know what you want, but I need to get to class."
"I'll take you to class. I'm going to be your teacher today, and teach you about the real world. All the things you've been missing out on in your sheltered mudblood life." He grabbed her by the shoulders and whipped his wand out of his pocket. "Wingardium leviosa!" Hermione's bag lifted off the floor and followed him as he dragged Hermione down the corridor.
"Where are you going?" Hermione kicked back but her leg only hit her bag.
"I'm taking you to my classroom. Say hello to Professor Malfoy, mudblood."
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The room was cold and musty. Two torches on opposite walls dimly lit the room. One sat above a table, which was covered with all sorts of odd baubles and potions. The other illuminated the large, ratty bed below. There was nothing else in the room. No windows, no anything.
"I'm going to teach you what mudbloods are worth. You'll finally get to serve your purpose in life. Won't that make you feel complete?" Malfoy laughed as he threw Hermione onto the old bed. It creaked as it took her weight. Draco locked the door and put a silencing charm on the room.
Hermione had crawled off the bed and pulled out her wand, facing Malfoy.
"Expelliarmus," Draco said lazily. Hermione's wand flew from her hand and he caught it. At the wave of Draco's wand, a box appeared. He dropped Hermione's wand into it and locked the box. "Bed." Malfoy looked sternly at Hermione and pointed to the sad piece of wood and blankets.
Now she was scared. Malfoy was no threat as long as she had her wand, but she was powerless without it. She didn't move.
"Why bother with defiance? You can't do anything to me. No one knows you're here, and you have no wand." He laughed his horrible laugh again. Hermione hated that he was right. "Onto the bed. NOW." He pushed her and she fell to the floor, in front of the bed. "You know what? I believe the floor will do for now. I have a better idea for the moment, since you have decided to be insubordinate. On your knees." Hermione's eyes grew wide with horror as Draco reached into his pants.
She knew now what his plans were – all of them. How could she get out of this? 'Think, Hermione, think.' But there was nothing in her brain that she could think of, with out her wand for help.
"Haven't we learned our lesson yet? On your knees!" Malfoy pulled Hermione up, bringing her face to face with his cock. It wasn't erect yet, but it was huge. "This is what mudbloods are for. You're filth. I want you to see that. You are worthless. Now I want to feel this. This is your job. Start." He pushed Hermione's head to the shaft. "I can't teach you like this. Fix it."
'I can't do this. I can't.' Hermione's brain was racing. 'What the fuck am I supposed to do?'
"I thought you liked being perfect at everything," Malfoy said. "Well dear little mudblood isn't very good at this, is she?"
Hermione didn't even want to think about it. She took him fully in her mouth and scraped her teeth along the underside of his dick as he thrust into her. Her tongue took over, pleasuring Malfoy in a way that disgusted Hermione. At that rate it didn't take long to make him hard. She tried to stop as he pushed further into her mouth, but he held his hands behind her head, pinning her to his pants, his dick firmly lodged in her mouth. He kept thrusting until he came in her mouth, screaming 'filthy mudblood'.
He then threw her on the bed, stripped her of her clothes, and pulled her hands above her head. Hermione struggled as much as she could, but Malfoy was strong from years of quidditch training. He magically bound each of her arms to a bed post, then left her to wait as he de-robed himself. When he was fully naked he positioned himself above her and prepared to enter.
Hermione had had enough. She swallowed her pride and begged. "Please Malfoy don't do this... I'm..."
"You're mudblood filth and you're going to pay for it," Malfoy interrupted.
He slammed into her, ripping past her virginity and thrusting as hard as he could. Hermione cried and whimpered, only adding to his pleasure as he caressed her breasts in his mouth. Despite her feelings, Hermione's body sent her reeling into orgasm and she couldn't help but scream Malfoy's name.
"That's right, worship me, filth. You are not worthy of the ground I walk upon. I am a pureblood GOD."
Hermione couldn't bear to look into his cold gray eyes. It was too much to bear. She shut her own eyes tightly and refused to say anything. Malfoy whispered an incantation, which unbound her arms. He left her wand in the box, though he unlocked it. Saying nothing more, he left the room, Hermione still lying naked and humiliated on the bed.
Hermione never learned to cope with what had happened that day in the classroom on the fourth floor east wing hallway. She couldn't contemplate it. She never even told Harry and Ron what had happened, for fear of what they would say. Hermione had never felt more ashamed in her life. For the next several months, she walked quickly through the corridors and spent increasing amounts of time on her own. Harry and Ron believed she was studying. "Early work for N.E.W.T.s," she said, and they believed her. On those nights, Hermione would sneak out through a library window and spend hours sitting by the lake, trying to get over it. Trying to concentrate on letting herself feel pure again, like the moon reflected on the glistening surface of the lake. Nothing worked. She was tainted with the blood of evil.
She tried dozens of charms from advanced magic books, but she couldn't obliviate herself, nor could she cast a spell to erase that particular memory. Nothing she found would work, and nothing that would work could be found. She had to work extra hard to keep Ron and Harry from being suspicious. They had started to notice her constant state of depression and became worried. Hermione brushed them away, saying she was just stressed with all the work she was doing.
"Don't be ridiculous; I'm fine," she said as she sat working late into the night. Harry and Ron gave her skeptical looks. "I just have to finish the last bit of this essay then I'll be up to bed." Still the boy's expressions did not change, but they gave up and went to bed. 6 years had taught them how stubborn Hermione was when it came to studying.
Hermione was glad this ploy was successful. She could never explain to Harry and Ron... They could never know... Hermione hated to think of the look on their faces and what they would try to do to Malfoy. He would come after her again. She knew it. 'They will never know...' Hermione promised herself.
Author: Bleed Black
Disclaimer: I don't (unfortunately) have anything to do with Harry Potter. Actually, I don't have much of anything to do with anything. I just write my own fics, ok? If you don't like it, don't complain to me. Am I making you read the story? No, though many people think I have cast spells on them to make them like me. If you decide to come after me, all you will get is a few Johnny Depp posters and a pair of very uncomfortable shoes. In case you're wondering – this title is a P.O.D. (Payable On Death) song.
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This takes place in 6th year, once again, but early this time. (Pre – Harry vs. Voldemort battle thing.)
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Chapter 3 – I and Identify
"I'll meet you guys in the Great Hall for dinner. See you later." Hermione waved and turned down the hall towards aritmancy as Ron and Harry went up the stairs, heading to North Tower for divination. 'I don't know why they're still taking that rubbish,' Hermione muttered to herself as she started down another hallway. She tripped on an uneven flagstone in the floor, dropping all of her books from her bag.
Bending down, she began hurriedly picking them up. 'I'm going to be late for arithmancy, shit.' Her books were all over the floor; she couldn't understand how some had fallen as far away as they did.
A pale white hand reached over from behind her, handing her 'Hogwarts, A History,' a permanent resident in Hermione's book bag. The hand came in front of her face, releasing the book, where it tumbled back into the bulging bag.
"Thank you," Hermione said, turning around to find who had helped her. When she saw his face, she frowned. "What do you want?"
"I was merely helping. Is this a crime?"
"Tell me what you're up to, or go away."
"Tut tut tut. I don't appreciate rudeness, Miss Granger. That attitude won't do at all. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson or two about manners?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hermione was frustrated and angry. She didn't have time for this; she had to get to class.
"I would think someone as smart as yourself might be able to conclude what that means." His voice was taunting, pushing Hermione's already stressed temper.
"I don't know what you want, but I need to get to class."
"I'll take you to class. I'm going to be your teacher today, and teach you about the real world. All the things you've been missing out on in your sheltered mudblood life." He grabbed her by the shoulders and whipped his wand out of his pocket. "Wingardium leviosa!" Hermione's bag lifted off the floor and followed him as he dragged Hermione down the corridor.
"Where are you going?" Hermione kicked back but her leg only hit her bag.
"I'm taking you to my classroom. Say hello to Professor Malfoy, mudblood."
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The room was cold and musty. Two torches on opposite walls dimly lit the room. One sat above a table, which was covered with all sorts of odd baubles and potions. The other illuminated the large, ratty bed below. There was nothing else in the room. No windows, no anything.
"I'm going to teach you what mudbloods are worth. You'll finally get to serve your purpose in life. Won't that make you feel complete?" Malfoy laughed as he threw Hermione onto the old bed. It creaked as it took her weight. Draco locked the door and put a silencing charm on the room.
Hermione had crawled off the bed and pulled out her wand, facing Malfoy.
"Expelliarmus," Draco said lazily. Hermione's wand flew from her hand and he caught it. At the wave of Draco's wand, a box appeared. He dropped Hermione's wand into it and locked the box. "Bed." Malfoy looked sternly at Hermione and pointed to the sad piece of wood and blankets.
Now she was scared. Malfoy was no threat as long as she had her wand, but she was powerless without it. She didn't move.
"Why bother with defiance? You can't do anything to me. No one knows you're here, and you have no wand." He laughed his horrible laugh again. Hermione hated that he was right. "Onto the bed. NOW." He pushed her and she fell to the floor, in front of the bed. "You know what? I believe the floor will do for now. I have a better idea for the moment, since you have decided to be insubordinate. On your knees." Hermione's eyes grew wide with horror as Draco reached into his pants.
She knew now what his plans were – all of them. How could she get out of this? 'Think, Hermione, think.' But there was nothing in her brain that she could think of, with out her wand for help.
"Haven't we learned our lesson yet? On your knees!" Malfoy pulled Hermione up, bringing her face to face with his cock. It wasn't erect yet, but it was huge. "This is what mudbloods are for. You're filth. I want you to see that. You are worthless. Now I want to feel this. This is your job. Start." He pushed Hermione's head to the shaft. "I can't teach you like this. Fix it."
'I can't do this. I can't.' Hermione's brain was racing. 'What the fuck am I supposed to do?'
"I thought you liked being perfect at everything," Malfoy said. "Well dear little mudblood isn't very good at this, is she?"
Hermione didn't even want to think about it. She took him fully in her mouth and scraped her teeth along the underside of his dick as he thrust into her. Her tongue took over, pleasuring Malfoy in a way that disgusted Hermione. At that rate it didn't take long to make him hard. She tried to stop as he pushed further into her mouth, but he held his hands behind her head, pinning her to his pants, his dick firmly lodged in her mouth. He kept thrusting until he came in her mouth, screaming 'filthy mudblood'.
He then threw her on the bed, stripped her of her clothes, and pulled her hands above her head. Hermione struggled as much as she could, but Malfoy was strong from years of quidditch training. He magically bound each of her arms to a bed post, then left her to wait as he de-robed himself. When he was fully naked he positioned himself above her and prepared to enter.
Hermione had had enough. She swallowed her pride and begged. "Please Malfoy don't do this... I'm..."
"You're mudblood filth and you're going to pay for it," Malfoy interrupted.
He slammed into her, ripping past her virginity and thrusting as hard as he could. Hermione cried and whimpered, only adding to his pleasure as he caressed her breasts in his mouth. Despite her feelings, Hermione's body sent her reeling into orgasm and she couldn't help but scream Malfoy's name.
"That's right, worship me, filth. You are not worthy of the ground I walk upon. I am a pureblood GOD."
Hermione couldn't bear to look into his cold gray eyes. It was too much to bear. She shut her own eyes tightly and refused to say anything. Malfoy whispered an incantation, which unbound her arms. He left her wand in the box, though he unlocked it. Saying nothing more, he left the room, Hermione still lying naked and humiliated on the bed.
Hermione never learned to cope with what had happened that day in the classroom on the fourth floor east wing hallway. She couldn't contemplate it. She never even told Harry and Ron what had happened, for fear of what they would say. Hermione had never felt more ashamed in her life. For the next several months, she walked quickly through the corridors and spent increasing amounts of time on her own. Harry and Ron believed she was studying. "Early work for N.E.W.T.s," she said, and they believed her. On those nights, Hermione would sneak out through a library window and spend hours sitting by the lake, trying to get over it. Trying to concentrate on letting herself feel pure again, like the moon reflected on the glistening surface of the lake. Nothing worked. She was tainted with the blood of evil.
She tried dozens of charms from advanced magic books, but she couldn't obliviate herself, nor could she cast a spell to erase that particular memory. Nothing she found would work, and nothing that would work could be found. She had to work extra hard to keep Ron and Harry from being suspicious. They had started to notice her constant state of depression and became worried. Hermione brushed them away, saying she was just stressed with all the work she was doing.
"Don't be ridiculous; I'm fine," she said as she sat working late into the night. Harry and Ron gave her skeptical looks. "I just have to finish the last bit of this essay then I'll be up to bed." Still the boy's expressions did not change, but they gave up and went to bed. 6 years had taught them how stubborn Hermione was when it came to studying.
Hermione was glad this ploy was successful. She could never explain to Harry and Ron... They could never know... Hermione hated to think of the look on their faces and what they would try to do to Malfoy. He would come after her again. She knew it. 'They will never know...' Hermione promised herself.