Previously on the Seduction Goddess:

Their hips started grinding against each other, and in no time, they were all over each other. They started kissing, and he grabbed her ass. At that moment, Hermione looked towards the entrance and she spotted Draco coming in. He had already seen them. The look on his face was so painful. She had done it. She pulled away from the kiss. He rolled his eyes and ran outside.

Chapter 21

The Evil That Men Do

As she watched Draco leave, her heart was about to break into a thousand pieces. She couldn't just stand there and watch him. He was very hurt and she knew it. After all the time they had been together, she had realized that he actually had feelings. He was human, as hard as that may be to imagine. He wasn't the Malfoy everyone despised and feared. He had a kind heart, and boy, did he have a dirty mind… One part of his public image, however, was true. All the girls wanted him. She didn't know anyone who hadn't at one time or other been hung up over him. No matter what, he was adorable. They had gotten along so well the past couple of months that she didn't know if she could survive without him.

Now, in the first couple of seconds after she had seen him this hurt, she didn't know what to do. She loved him. This was the truth, plain and simple. There was nothing that she wanted more than to be in his arms, and forget about any other guy she had ever been with. He was the best, but now he was in so much pain. She knew that he loved her. It was obvious. What had she done? She didn't know which one felt worse: her for making him feel this way, or him for loving her this much.

"Earth to Hermione, Earth to Hermione," said Blaise. His voice pierced her ears. He ran his hands along her lower back, and positioned them upon her tight ass.

Hermione jerked away. "Don't touch me, you sick bastard! What is your problem?" Wow. What had just happened? One minute in his arms, the next, she was bitching at him.

"What is wrong with you? What happened?" asked Blaise shocked. He couldn't believe it. She had just been so into him.

"I'm sorry…I can't do this…" she muttered under her breath without taking her eyes off of the entrance to the club and started walking away from him.

Blaise followed her out, and yelled her name, "Where do you think you are going?"

Hermione turned around to face him and give him a disapproving look, "Excuse me?"

"I am not finished with you," he spoke as he neared her in a violent way. His arms were swinging out to the sides and he didn't look very happy. His face was red and angry beyond belief.

"Look, Blaise, I don't have time for this. I'm sorry," she was so depressed that she didn't even feel like talking with him. All she wanted to do was go and apologize to Draco, and tell him everything. All she wanted was to be back in his arms, just like she had been 12 short hours ago.

However, it didn't look like Blaise wanted or cared to know anything about Draco. He was determined to do what he wanted to do, "I don't care, you will do as I tell you, you little whore. You don't mess with a Zabini and get away with it." He grabbed her wrist so tight that it made her hand go numb, and pulled her into an old abandoned restaurant.

Blaise threw her down on the floor. As Hermione hit the cold, alabaster tiles she impacted her head on the ground and lay listless for a few minutes. Blaise chanted a silencing charm on the building.

The room they were in had been once filled with many tables. Now it was empty. All that was left was the sickening smell of rotten food, a fireplace, spider webs, and the two black, dusty curtains which covered the windows from the ceiling to the floor. It was so dark that Blaise could hardly make the outline of her unconscious little body on the ground.

"Stupid little bitch," he said aloud, clearly knowing that she couldn't hear him, "I am going teach you a lesson for treating me like dirt," he said as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

"You are going to pay for turning so many guys on and playing with their heads," Blaise continued, and took his pants and boxers off, "and you thought you were so clever…well, you were wrong, because I am going to come out on top tonight," his voice was continuously growing lower and angrier. He kneeled down on top of her, "Look at you, wearing this shirt that can't even hide your nipples, and this…belt…the only thing going through any guy's mind when they see you is that this bitch wants to get fucked tonight…well…this bitch is going to get fucked tonight, this bitch is going to get fucked so good tonight that she won't even remember what hit her…hahahaha" and he broke into an evil, loud laugh thinking about the pun he had just made.

At this point Blaise raised up his hands and ripped her shirt off right down the middle. He grabbed her full breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could. She jerked underneath him, even though she was still unconscious. He took his little Swiss knife out of his back pocket and slowly moved toward her lower body, "Let me take your belt off…" he said slyly as he cut through her skirt, exposing her entire goddess-like body. All he wanted to do was be rough with her, to show her who the man was. She was so gorgeous…he just wanted to squeeze her and get deep inside her.

He remembered back when he was a child and he had received a little kitten for his 6th birthday. All he wanted to do was to squish it and feel it as much as he could, not caring that the kitty wasn't a stuffed animal, but a real living creature. This is how he felt with Hermione, she was this prized possession he couldn't get his hands off of, he couldn't stop touching her, and pinching her as if she wasn't really alive, but some sort of a toy.

As he grew harder, he kept on looking at her body, admiring it, and wanting to corrupt it all at the same time. He ran his fingers down her and inserted them deep into her. She quivered, and twisted her neck around to the other side. After playing with her for a while, he took his fingers out, and thrust his surprisingly large penis into her languid body.

Hermione slowly drifted away from sleep. She opened her eyes, and realized that someone was having sex with her. Not remembering the events leading up to it instantaneously, she muttered, "Aww, Draco, I knew you'd come back," and tried to make out his outline, but there was no source of light in the room whatsoever.

All of the sudden a large hand struck one of her cheeks, and she screamed. "So this is why Draco was fucking pissed off at me. He was the one fucking this little slut. He never liked sharing his toys, did he?" Now, she finally realized what was happening to her. She tried to push him off, but he just thrust harder, and pinned her arms behind her head. Hermione tried to get him off with all her might but he was way too powerful. She kept on jerking and making it hard for him to perform, "Stop moving, bitch, you're gonna take this like any other whore, and if you keep on resisting, I'll make it even harder on you," but she wouldn't listen and tightened her body even more. He got an enormous pleasure out of her being so tight, but couldn't stop her from trying to jerk around. With one swift move, he knocked her out and she was once again unconscious. This time, it was going to be for good.

When he was finished, he simply stood up, put his pants on, and left her lying on the floor, naked. Blaise left through the fireplace without looking back at her. He had gotten what he wanted.

Hermione lay there for a long time. When she finally woke up, it was light out. At first she didn't know where she was. All it took, however, was a few seconds to realize what had happened the previous night. She tried to move, but she couldn't. Her body had gone numb from the cold. She had been lying on the cold tiles all night, with nothing to keep her warm. She tried to move again, but her body wouldn't allow it.

This was all her fault. If she hadn't wanted to get back at Draco so much, she would have never turned anyone else on. If she hadn't wanted to get back at Draco she wouldn't have tried to hurt him by seducing his best fried. If she hadn't wanted to get back at Draco she wouldn't be lying here, frozen, and raped after her ruthless plan had backfired on her. Hermione broke into tears. They ran down her cheeks, and stung her frosty face. She shivered even more, as her body began to grow warm from her tears and her constant attempts to tense her muscles.

Her entire body was sore, and she felt as if someone had been beating her up with baseball bats while she had been on the floor. However, what hurt the most wasn't what had happened to her the previous night, but the thought of Draco. She had hurt him so much, and she had gotten paid for it overtime. Would Draco ever talk to her again? Her tears became larger and it seemed as if she would never stop sobbing.

Some time passed before she finally found the strength to get up. She found her clothes on the floor, but after picking them up she saw that they were ripped, and there was no way that she would be able to wear them. Hermione deserted them there and wobbled around the room. In one corner, she found a pile of old, green tablecloths. She picked one up, and wrapped it around her tortured, frozen body. Hermione wobbled towards the fireplace so she could get to her dormitory.

Moments later she entered the prefect common room through the fireplace. She crossed her fingers, hoping that Draco wouldn't be in it, because she didn't want him to see her like this, but it was no use. His image appeared on the sofa facing the fireplace. Hermione limped out of it covered in the green tablecloth. Draco was doing his homework and looked up from it. A look of detest was imprinted across his eyes. Hermione's eyes were puffy, and sad, "Had a rough night?" Draco said with a voice full of hatred as he saw her limping. Wonder what has been up her ass, he thought and rolled his eyes.

Hermione couldn't stand this confrontation. She couldn't speak. Not after last night. She just stared him in the eyes, and he looked back at her with those cold, gray eyes that she had looked into the previous years at Hogwarts. All the warmth she had managed to get out of them was now gone, and there was nothing she would be able to do about it right now. She thought she was about to collapse, and she wasn't going to show her weakness in front of him, so she slowly advanced towards her room and locked the door behind her.

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