It's been awhile…First EVER attempt at anything remotely resembling smut…be kind. (shields self from rotten tomatoes)
-HG-
A sickly panic gushed through my every vein, almost certainly nudging my blood pressure to dangerous levels. As I stared helplessly down at the absolute scum draped over the couch in the form of one arrogantly smirking Draco Malfoy, I thought I had never before so fervently wished for the gift of wandless magic.
"What should I do with this, Granger?" he drawled lazily, giving my wand an experimental swish. His gray eyes were glowing with a sinister sort of light, and his cheeks were softly flushed. Oh, was he ever enjoying this.
"You should give it back to me, that's what!" I said heatedly, my hands clenching uselessly at my sides. I honestly had no idea how to retrieve my wand, perhaps my most important possession, from the absolute idiot before me. I knew if I tried just grabbing it, or some equally foolhardy strategy, Malfoy would thoroughly hex me without batting an eye. Therefore, I had to tread carefully.
Malfoy made a noncommittal sound, examining the length of wood in his hand with a critical eye. "I'm not quite sure what to do with you, exactly," he continued, as though I hadn't spoken at all. I swallowed hard and nearly choked. So he was planning on hexing me anyway?
"Not sure what to do with me?" I sputtered, incredulous. "What exactly is THAT supposed to mean?"
There was that feline look again, a subtle change beneath his smirk and inside of his eyes. He sat up slowly, luxuriously, watching me with unreadable eyes.
"Have you ever felt the Cruciatus, Granger?"
Instantly, my entire body went icily numb. He spoke so casually, as though we were discussing the myriad flavors present in the evening meal, but I detected a note of eagerness in his voice.
"Can't say that I have," I replied through gritted teeth, my eyes trained on his face, waiting hopelessly for the sneer, for his amusement with me to dry up. Bloody hell, I would've been thrilled to pieces if he'd sent me away with a look of disgust, as I had come to expect.
"The Imperius?" He was speaking almost clinically now, as though weighing in his mind which Unforgivable Curse would be most enjoyable to cast on me.
I opened my mouth to force out the single syllable –"yes" –but he cut me off, rolling his eyes.
"Outside of fourth-year Defense class," he amended, the classic dismissive tone coming back into his voice.
I shook my head silently. Why on earth was I even responding? He grinned in a disturbingly satisfied way and raised my wand. Oh. That's why.
"I'm not sure which you would hate more, though," he said, almost to himself. "Petrificus Totalus?"
His grin became positively bestial. "Granger, entirely paralyzed?" He stood up and took a slow step towards me. "Unable to…defend herself?" There was something in the way he said the last phrase that made my pulse feel suddenly far too quick.
"No. No, I've got something better, actually," he said, looking delighted and sadistic at the same time. "Inopsis!"
A lacy spray of blue light shot out of my wand, enveloping me almost instantly in a glowing web. It felt lovely on my skin, actually, cool and soothing, like water, but with slightly more substance. I was just about to laugh out loud, because Malfoy's spell had obviously done nothing unpleasant to me, when I felt oddly as though I were deflating.
"Oh!" I squeaked, my knees buckling. I crumpled unceremoniously to the ground, where I found, with a horrid, sinking feeling in my chest that I could not move to unfold myself from the exceedingly uncomfortable position into which I had collapsed.
Malfoy strode over, looking pleased. "Here's your wand, Granger." He leant over and dangled it a few inches above my right hand. To my dismay, it seemed I no longer had any control over my muscles. "Why, Granger, aren't you going to grab it?" He had a good laugh about that one. Utterly clever, wasn't it? Immobilizing me entirely and then nearly wetting himself with laughing at little jokes like that? Honestly. I had no clue how the idiot had ever made it to prefect status, let alone Head Boy.
"Oh, how witty of you," I said acidly. Seems that was a bit of a mistake. The next thing I knew, Malfoy was prodding me out of my undignified heap. With the heel of his shoe. It didn't really hurt, though. Except perhaps in the region of my pride.
Eyes like rain-slick steel bore down on me. He wasn't laughing anymore.
I felt my heart begin to thump with uncomfortable force against my ribcage as Malfoy knelt down next to me. There was a terrible darkness in his face now, an intangible quality that sent bile skittering up my throat.
"Can't move, can you?" he said quietly, appraising me. He grabbed my wrist with one hand and placed it on the ground above my head, smirking as I scowled at him. "Although it seems that I can move you."
And there was that look again, the black flame that had flickered behind his eyes when I had fallen on top of him, and our lips had been so close that we were both breathing recycled air…
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME AGAIN, MALFOY!" I screamed, so loudly I thought I might've burst a lung. Surely someone had heard that?
Malfoy tut-tutted and pressed the tip of my wand against my throat, mirroring the threatening posture I'd taken only a short while before.
"You wouldn't want me to remove your voice, would you, Granger?" he said menacingly. He dug the wooden tip into my soft, yielding flesh, and I exhaled sharply. That bloody hurt!
But there was something wrong with the sensation of the hard point of my wand being shoved beneath my jaw. The wood didn't feel smooth, as I know it should have. I could sense tiny ridges pressed against my skin, a miniscule bump on one side and a little gouge on another.
"What is this spell?" I demanded, my mind racing through the mental catalog of all of the spellbooks I'd ever read, searching frantically for this one. A curse that not only rendered the victim as immobile as a gob of gelatin, but also seemed to heighten his or her sense of touch to a remarkable level.
Malfoy's smirk was so wide that it nearly devoured his face. "Inopsis." He leaned in close, so that his breath swept across my skin in a rush of air that felt incredibly hot and damp. He lowered his voice so that it was a mere whisper against my hypersensitive flesh. "The submission spell."
Oh, brilliant.
"Does that mean anything to you, Granger?" he said softly, his words like hot silk on my cheek. "That you have no choice but to submit to me?"
I rolled my eyes as theatrically as I could, despite the fact that I was starting to feel the beginnings of real fear creep through me. "It's not submission if I'm not submitting of my own accord," I said coldly, staring right back at him as he looked me over in distaste.
A spark jumped behind his eyes, and without warning, his hand darted out and closed around my neck. His fingers were hot and astonishingly smooth. My heartbeat was so quick and fierce that I could feel my veins pulsing against his hand.
"It means that I can do this-" he spat, letting go of my throat and viciously grabbing onto my clothed breast; the pain was so great that multicolored starbursts erupted before my open eyes. "—and you can't do a thing about it."
"Get off of me!" I ordered breathlessly; his grip tightened so that I almost thought I felt his fingernails slicing into me. I tried to bite my lip, an action that usually afforded a distraction from pain in another part of my body, but found even that to be excruciating.
"Not a bad pair, for a Mudblood," he sneered. His hand moved in a slight circle; even through my blouse that small motion rubbed and pulled my skin unbearably. I couldn't help it; I let out the tiniest of whimpers.
But he heard it.
"Does that hurt, Granger?" he asked, smirking with a sinister sort of delight. I didn't reply, but my gasp as he wrenched my—well, if you must know, my nipple, although I find the word terribly vulgar—forcefully clockwise was likely answer enough.
As much I fought it, as much as I hated myself for giving in, I couldn't help but lie in motionless horror as one tear slid from each of my eyes. And don't think that was painless, either; have you any idea how scalding tears are?
I'd wondered a few times who would be the first boy to touch me intimately. I'd always had this silly, secret fantasy that maybe it would be Ron, and said intimate touching would lead to Something Important, like a real relationship, then maybe a little redheaded Granger-Weasley or two. Never, in all of my nighttime imaginings, had I ever guessed that it would be Draco Malfoy. Nor had I figured on being put under some sort of pervy sex-torture spell. Bloody Merlin.
"Tears?" he scoffed. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and swiped it roughly across my cheek, smearing the saltwater away. "You shouldn't be crying yet."
I swallowed hard, trying to force down a particularly insistent wave of nausea. However much he may have deserved it, I truly felt no desire to vomit on Draco Malfoy.
He stared blankly down at me then, indecipherable. My heart began to beat double-time as he lay down next to me, his hand now lying immobile, heavy and hot on my chest. What on earth now?
"I've always wondered, Granger," he hissed in my ear; the malice was sharp as a knife. "Do you taste like mud?"
My frantically swirling mind hazed over very quickly, grinding to a complete halt. This was what had almost happened twice now. He was actually going to go through with it. I couldn't breathe, and even had I actually possessed full mobility of my limbs, I doubt I would've been able to move at that moment.
His mouth crashed against mine. It hurt the way the pressure pushed my lips back against my teeth, but at the moment it wasn't actually an unpleasant kind of hurt. The prim Head Girl in me wanted to shout incoherently into his mouth, would've pushed him off of me if I could've pushed at all. But I could only lie there, feeling all manner of things I'd never felt before.
I'd had one kiss in my entire life. Viktor Krum had given me a very sweet, fumbling snog when I'd bidden him farewell at the end of my fourth year. But this was different. It wasn't so much him kissing me as it was him taking possession of my mouth.
I could feel my entire body flush as his tongue made contact with mine. Oh, Merlin. Oh, Merlin, I didn't know what to do, because despite the incredible, horrific wrongness of the situation, Malfoy's mouth against mine was sending pleasure humming through me.
It was like fire, really. I doubted this oral rape would've felt nearly as deliriously hot and strange if I hadn't been under a spell.
He was palming me again, this time even harder than before. But I had to admit, coupled with the melting-burning fusion of our mouths, the pain was not the same. I tried to hold it back, really I did, but I couldn't stop it; I moaned, just a little, very softly. But the point is that I actually moaned. How ridiculously like a trashy romance novel. Disgusting.
But it certainly didn't feel disgusting.
I vaguely noticed his weight shifting so that he was braced on top of me. I assumed this change was made to obtain better leverage, because a few seconds later I felt a searing-hot hand climb beneath my shirt.
His mouth broke away from mine and trailed downwards, finding the soft spot where my neck met my shoulder. I felt his teeth press against me as he whispered harshly against my skin.
"You're nothing, Granger." A small bite set my every nerve aflame, and I gasped. "Nothing but a filthy Mudblood whore."
His words were cruel, but my entire mind was preoccupied with the fact that I could feel burning fingertips edging up beneath the bottom of my bra. The ceiling loomed darkly overhead; I could see it again, could see the pained sparks that filled my vision paint it in reds and blues.
"You do like this, don't you?" Malfoy hissed, hot breath washing over the tender spot where he'd bitten me.
I actually screamed when he scraped a fingernail across the most sensitive part of my breast; had I possessed my normal mobility, I would've been writhing beneath him. As it was, I was doing as much as I could; my insides were trembling, thrashing against the enchantment that held me captive in a body limp as a rag doll.
His other hand was sliding to the waistband of my skirt as he murmured against me once more.
"You do realize what would happen if Weasley saw us, don't you, Granger?" he whispered, spite woven through the words like a thread of ice. "He'd cry."
Oh, my God. My lungs seized up, expelling my breath instantly, and my heart broke into a million shards of glass; I could feel them stabbing me from the inside out.
"No. Nonono. Get off of me, Malfoy, get off," I could barely speak; the tears came so quickly that I thought my throat might close. When he made no move to extract himself from me, I tried desperately to move my arms, my legs, anything. That other hand was going into my skirt, and all I could see was Ron's face, freckles like ink spots against horror-paled skin. Blue eyes watery, blinking furiously, yelling and pretending not to care, but all the while the thought radiating from him like a chill, the thought that he must've never really known me…
"GET…OFF…NOW!" I shrieked, and my arms snapped forward, the enchantment flying off like snow. My body filled instantly with unbearable cold fire, but I shoved Malfoy away from me, tore his hands from me, tried to regain feeling in my limbs quickly enough to run.
He didn't even look angry. Amazed that I had managed to break his spell, yes, but his eyes were only distant, almost glacial as I struggled to my feet.
"What will you do if I tell him?" he asked in a low voice, positively dripping with malice. I noticed that during our tryst he'd dropped my wand. He made no move to grab it as I dove for it, leaving me feeling rather like an idiot for my obvious haste.
"You won't," I snapped, pointing the wand at him, faint with the relief that came from having the thin length of wood gripped in my hand. "You won't, or I'll hex you."
Malfoy got to his feet as well, and I tried not to notice his swollen lips as he smirked. "You scare me about as much as Weasley," he retorted, flicking a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "The little one, I mean."
With that, he turned on his heel, leaving me feeling heated and confused and absolutely horrified.