Chapter 2- The Next Move
Draco layed her tenderly upon the pillows, as not to disturb the vibe he had created. He placed his hand on the edge of her collar moving down, very carefully. Poor Hermione did not have the strength to push him away. She felt her shirt being removed, by soft hands not used to work. She heard a zipper going down, and felt her own pants being taken from her thin legs. Her bare skin was being exposed to a Malfoy. Her mind raged. She fell out of consciousness again, as her head began to throb.
She found an ounce of strength from some corner of her body. She threw him to the ground. It was a desperate attempt, and a foolish one. She knew she couldn't escape the house. The Dark Artifacts watched as Malfoy picked himself off the carefully cared for Persian rug. They also watched as he slapped Hermione, and as he left the room. That is leaving a sobbing, half-naked girl in a dark room with no comfort.
Draco layed her tenderly upon the pillows, as not to disturb the vibe he had created. He placed his hand on the edge of her collar moving down, very carefully. Poor Hermione did not have the strength to push him away. She felt her shirt being removed, by soft hands not used to work. She heard a zipper going down, and felt her own pants being taken from her thin legs. Her bare skin was being exposed to a Malfoy. Her mind raged. She fell out of consciousness again, as her head began to throb.
She found an ounce of strength from some corner of her body. She threw him to the ground. It was a desperate attempt, and a foolish one. She knew she couldn't escape the house. The Dark Artifacts watched as Malfoy picked himself off the carefully cared for Persian rug. They also watched as he slapped Hermione, and as he left the room. That is leaving a sobbing, half-naked girl in a dark room with no comfort.