Ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok!!!!! Now chapter four. I do not know. However, ill
try to write it now. we will see where it goes.
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Draco rushed to Hermione's room at the strike of 11. She opened the door and sat him on the bed. Using the familiar blind fold, she coaxed him about the room, and laid him on a bed.
He felt an intense heat come about him, he started to sweat. Macho Draco never had this feeling, no matter who he was with. This also added to the heat.
Hermione touched him in certain areas, and it felt like he was about to explode, until he felt the hardness be encased with a warm wet sticky tube. (Her mouth) he truly did explode.
All Hermione did was giggle. She tied him to her bed, and whispered in his ear "don't worry I don't bite" She got her trusted knife, and felt his arms.
She slides the dull part up and down him. The cool metal made him shiver.
"What's this?" He asked stupidly
"I said I don't bite, but I cut." With that she cut up and down his arms. Making it look like he was committing suicide. She returned him to his room and slept soundly.
The next morning, Draco, who lived, was pissed. He knew he had to do something. But, not quite sure what yet.
Hermione happily walked in to the great hall and sat with her new friends. Many pitied her for her losses, and hoped if they befriended her, she would help with homework. She smiled and talked and laughed as if nothing happened. But as Draco approached all the color ran out of her face.
"What? You look like you just saw a ghost." He smirked.
"Fuck of you." She growled ad went back to her food.
"Oh, Hermione dear, you know how I love it when your angry." He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the Slytherin common room. "Now Bitch, I'll get even." He said in a rather seductive voice.
He pretty much tied her to his bed, and using a silencing charm, kinkily raped her during a bondage type session. His white teeth gleamed in the moonlight flooding in from the window. Hermione cried and cried, but no one could hear. Draco raped until he was just about passing out. He didn't know rape was so tiring. He just got off of Hermione and cuddled her warm hostage-like body. No sooner did his eyes close an idea popped into his head.
Little miss perfect. if she was pregnant, it would ruin her. No matter how sick and twisted she was, she wouldn't kill her own blood. At least he hoped not. If he did, it would make his father proud in a way. Even if she was a mud blood, she was smart. And the smartness would go to the child. Her brain, plus the Malfoy's charm would make a very good descendent, no matter how much they despised the mother. And he ruined a life. he went on with this plan. Injecting as much of him into her as he possibly could.
He decided to take the charm off of her, to see how she would react, and with a flash of fury she was screaming about something incoherently. Draco somewhat giggled, and listened with glee.
"I"LL KILL YOU, YOU ASS HOLE, I WILL!!!!" she repeated over and over.
Yet Draco knew somehow, she couldn't. She could have done it by now. And he knew she would have, yet she didn't. This struck him odd, but smiled due to his plan. He would have to write to his father soon.
He let Hermione go to her room, and told her if she told on him, he would tell everyone the killer of the murder victims.
He wrote to his father:
Dear Father,
You would be proud to hear what I have done. The Mud blood bitch has gone semi mad. Evil runs through her veins as it does in ours. I have raped her. And I am hoping to impregnate her. With our charm and power, and her Brains and our evil combined, what a child it will become. Our descendent. I hope you do not disapprove father. We do not need to tell any one. Say hello to mother.
Draco
He sent it off with his owl and waited for a reply.
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So, did you like it? I hope so. Review more. And such. Do you like how it is going? Ay changes? I'll be happy to use any I get. (
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Draco rushed to Hermione's room at the strike of 11. She opened the door and sat him on the bed. Using the familiar blind fold, she coaxed him about the room, and laid him on a bed.
He felt an intense heat come about him, he started to sweat. Macho Draco never had this feeling, no matter who he was with. This also added to the heat.
Hermione touched him in certain areas, and it felt like he was about to explode, until he felt the hardness be encased with a warm wet sticky tube. (Her mouth) he truly did explode.
All Hermione did was giggle. She tied him to her bed, and whispered in his ear "don't worry I don't bite" She got her trusted knife, and felt his arms.
She slides the dull part up and down him. The cool metal made him shiver.
"What's this?" He asked stupidly
"I said I don't bite, but I cut." With that she cut up and down his arms. Making it look like he was committing suicide. She returned him to his room and slept soundly.
The next morning, Draco, who lived, was pissed. He knew he had to do something. But, not quite sure what yet.
Hermione happily walked in to the great hall and sat with her new friends. Many pitied her for her losses, and hoped if they befriended her, she would help with homework. She smiled and talked and laughed as if nothing happened. But as Draco approached all the color ran out of her face.
"What? You look like you just saw a ghost." He smirked.
"Fuck of you." She growled ad went back to her food.
"Oh, Hermione dear, you know how I love it when your angry." He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the Slytherin common room. "Now Bitch, I'll get even." He said in a rather seductive voice.
He pretty much tied her to his bed, and using a silencing charm, kinkily raped her during a bondage type session. His white teeth gleamed in the moonlight flooding in from the window. Hermione cried and cried, but no one could hear. Draco raped until he was just about passing out. He didn't know rape was so tiring. He just got off of Hermione and cuddled her warm hostage-like body. No sooner did his eyes close an idea popped into his head.
Little miss perfect. if she was pregnant, it would ruin her. No matter how sick and twisted she was, she wouldn't kill her own blood. At least he hoped not. If he did, it would make his father proud in a way. Even if she was a mud blood, she was smart. And the smartness would go to the child. Her brain, plus the Malfoy's charm would make a very good descendent, no matter how much they despised the mother. And he ruined a life. he went on with this plan. Injecting as much of him into her as he possibly could.
He decided to take the charm off of her, to see how she would react, and with a flash of fury she was screaming about something incoherently. Draco somewhat giggled, and listened with glee.
"I"LL KILL YOU, YOU ASS HOLE, I WILL!!!!" she repeated over and over.
Yet Draco knew somehow, she couldn't. She could have done it by now. And he knew she would have, yet she didn't. This struck him odd, but smiled due to his plan. He would have to write to his father soon.
He let Hermione go to her room, and told her if she told on him, he would tell everyone the killer of the murder victims.
He wrote to his father:
Dear Father,
You would be proud to hear what I have done. The Mud blood bitch has gone semi mad. Evil runs through her veins as it does in ours. I have raped her. And I am hoping to impregnate her. With our charm and power, and her Brains and our evil combined, what a child it will become. Our descendent. I hope you do not disapprove father. We do not need to tell any one. Say hello to mother.
Draco
He sent it off with his owl and waited for a reply.
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So, did you like it? I hope so. Review more. And such. Do you like how it is going? Ay changes? I'll be happy to use any I get. (