Ina – haha your comment was amazing. Facetious or not, I couldn't quite tell with every point, but it made me giggle none the less. I don't know if you're complaining or if you're simply reacting, but either way it caught my attention and I had to reply XD He's threatening her with her ultimatum. She has the choice, she doesn't have to have sex with him, and he isn't going to force her; but if she doesn't consent, she gets reassigned. But she still has her choice, he will respect that choice.

As for Narcissa. She may be an aristocratic Malfoy that strikes fear into people's hearts just hearing her name, but she's still a Black by blood. Let's face it, Sirius, Bellatrix, Molly Weasley (oddly enough is related in distantly)… Molly is the most proper out of all of them XD She can't help but be herself even with the mask of Malfoy over her.

WARNING! Explicit Sexual Content. Nonconsensual, but not forceful. If Offended, please skip to the next line past all the italicized script.


Chapter 13:: So Long As I Am Alive…

I'm sorry; I'm so sorry, Ron. Please, forgive me for this…

Hermione was supposed to sleep on a dirty mattress, stained with blood, urination, and Hermione didn't want to know what those other stains were. Her mattress was placed on the floor at the foot of Draco's bed. She wasn't allowed to be kept prisoner in the dungeons while he was trying to conceive.

Voldemort had been as gracious and kind as to allow her a nearly flat pillow that smelled of rotten flesh and a blanket that itched and scratched her as she pulled it over her. Draco pitied her, but in his mind, it beat the hell out of starving or freezing in the dungeons or taking a crucio in the foyer. He would have cleaned the mattress for her; but, even though where she was now was leagues better than the dungeons, where she'd go if she were to become pregnant would be better for her health. He used this as his driving force, his motivation to go through with the rapes despite her protests and cries last night when he took her innocence.

"Malfoy?" A voice was heard outside the door. Hermione quickly scooted to the mattress, pretending she had never been in the bed; Draco pretended as well.

"Yes?"

"Voldemort says it's time for both of you to be given a fertility treatment and your first try."

"Enter." Hermione stiffened when she saw Snape enter the room along with two younger Death Eaters. Severus was merely carrying the vials of the potions, but Hermione knew she couldn't stand by this.

Snape forced the potion down her throat while Draco took his quickly. Snape whispered harshly in her ear, causing her eyes to go wide, "Do not fight him. He's trying to help and your idiotic self is making him feel twice as bad." He released her and stepped back, nodding to Draco as he left with the other two.

Draco approached her slowly, though his eyes were determined. He put his hand down for her to get helped up. When she took it, Draco gently pulled her up into a somewhat embrace, though it was rigid and awkward.

"Please, Draco, can't we not do this? They aren't watching." Hermione's plea was whispered so quietly, muffled by his shoulder, he had to strain to hear her.

"Please don't make this any harder than it has to be. It doesn't have to be all bad, if you don't fight. If you fight, I'll have to use brute force." He looked in her eyes, not wavering in his decisions. She looked anguished, scared and tortured.

"I'd rather die, Draco." Her voice wasn't harsh, she wasn't cursing him this time; instead, she was holding him as if her life depended on him. "Don't hurt me."

Draco felt like he had been punched in the stomach, had she been afraid of the sex hurting or the emotional damage after all this? He couldn't afford to get emotional with her, their lives were on the line; but if treating her with kindness is what kept her from fighting him, he would have to get a little tender with her. He gave her the only response he knew would be safe, he kissed her deeply.

Hermione hated her position more than anything. Where the hell were Ron and Harry? Why hadn't they found her? She was doing a mission for them when she had been caught. They should have known by now, though she knew in her heart that they were probably trying their best to find her.

Her thoughts of freedom were ripped away from her when she felt Draco's hands free her bra. He slipped the dirty garment off, exposing her breasts to him. His hands palmed her breasts while his lips went to her neck. Her head rolled back, but her whimper of protest was still there announcing her fear. He looked at her, a bit angry with her whimper, but ignored his anger; she had every right not to want this. He silenced her with another deep kiss. When he drew back, her eyes were a storm of emotions, but she spoke quietly.

"It hurt last night."

He nodded and kissed her neck. "We couldn't take the time to prepare you. For that I do apologize. Today, well at least for this attempt, since we are along, I can help you with that. Does it still hurt?" She nodded her head and Draco laid her back on the bed. He came to her with a wand, pointing it to her exposed abdomen, and uttered various healing spells. He cast a pain-numbing spell on her for this go as she was bound to still be sore, but left it at that before putting his wand down.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and Hermione saw the many scars he had been dealt working for Voldemort. One particular gash went deep across his back and left a dark scar in its place, stretching from his right side under his ribcage up to his left shoulder blade, surrounded by other dark, but much smaller scars. Another bunch of scars on his chest were much smaller over his torso and down his upper arms and sides.

Hermione stared at them for a moment before running her fingers over his skin. She was amazed, his skin had managed to be perfectly smooth despite all the scars. He watched her as she traced each one with her fingers, looking up to him with curiosity. "We don't have time, Granger." Draco laid her back once more before sliding her panties down her leg slowly.

Hermione winced when his hands touched her there, thinking he was surely going to penetrate her. She was caught off guard though, as Draco let a finger run the length of her slit and back up to that little button of pleasure. He circled her clit teasingly then ran his fingers back down her slit to her hole, gently prodding one finger inside. He found little moisture, but it made him feel better knowing she was relaxing a little. He pushed that one finger in farther, making her moan lightly, before he pulled it out and back up to tease her clit some more.

He had gotten to using three fingers when he decided she just wasn't getting wet enough; even though she seemed to be enjoying it, her back arching every time he entered her and her soft moans. He didn't want to use his wand; he wanted her to relax enough on her own, despite it being rape. It isn't like he's forcefully raping her, he was trying to be as gentle and patient as he could, but they were running out of time and fast. Voldemort would be there soon to make sure he'd fucked her.

He didn't have time to keep playing around with fingers and wasting their chance. He stilled and looked at her, making her worry. "You're not wet enough." It wasn't harsh, it wasn't mean, it wasn't angry; it was just a statement to let her know what he was doing wasn't working. "I'm going to have to try something else." Before she had the chance to stop him or protest, his mouth was on her clit and his tongue was performing some of the most pleasurable humiliations she had ever received.

Draco's tongue circled her clit before he took it into his mouth and sucked on it, pushing three fingers back into her hole and stroking that special spot. He wasn't sure if he wanted to bring her to orgasm and satisfy her, he wasn't out to have sex with her and make her feel good; he was only trying to make the rape hurt a little less. But when his teeth grazed over her bud before his tongue circled and sucked again, she let out a loud gasp and a pleading moan. She pleaded him for more just by uttering his name in her breathy moans and he felt his semi-hard dick go to full, raging hard-on in seconds.

He continued sucking her, his fingers probing her hole, when she began bucking back her hips. He had picked up his pace without realizing it and she was meeting his fingers stroke for stroke, begging him for more. He pulled his fingers out before letting his tongue fill the empty hole, tasting her arousal, as he let his fingers tease her clit.

The switch in stimulation was all Hermione needed before she went over. She panicked as wave after wave of pleasure filled her. She was bucking against him wildly, his tongue lapping fiercely at her flowing orgasm.

He pulled back and dropped his pants and boxers quickly, his hard erection springing up excitedly. She watched him mortified as he placed his fingers once more into her hole, pulling back with a generous amount of her cum. He smeared it over his head and shaft before placing at her center. He met her eyes before he kissed her, desperate to provide her with distraction as he slid in to the hilt; she moaned into his kiss, slightly disgusted by her arousal of tasting herself on his tongue, before he released her lips.

"Don't get loud; you're not supposed to enjoy this and there's no telling who's listening." She nodded as he started moving within her. It wasn't much to her, still reeling from her mind blowing orgasm. There were footsteps outside the door and Draco pushed her wrists forcefully into the bed. She took his hint and screamed, fighting against his hold as the door opened.

Draco stilled and looked over, noticing Snape standing there. "Don't mind me, Draco, Miss Granger. I'm just here to 'check and make sure he has the guts to rape.' His orders. I must stay until your finished though." Draco grimaced and turned back to Hermione shaking his head, she didn't need to pretend with Snape there.

Having an audience didn't bother Draco, but Hermione couldn't stop looking over to the man, making sure he wasn't watching. Every time she looked, he was examining something else in Draco's room. Draco finally got tired and grabbed her chin, holding her to look at him. He leaned over her and kissed her as he kept penetrating her ruthlessly. He finally found that spot in her that made her arch and cry out. 'That is more like it,' he thought, hitting it again and again. Within seconds her body was arching and contorting in an erotic display of pleasure, her lips mewling out moans of pleasure and approval encouraging him to continue.

She closed her eyes tight, her vaginal walls clamping down on him. "Shit… Draco… I'm gonna…uuugg…again." Her words twisted around gasps and moans as he hit that spot. His balls tightened at her words, loving the way she spoke dirty when she was cumming for him. He plunged into her deeply, kissing her passionately to absorb her cry.

He relished the way she clung to him, her body quaking with pleasure. He rode her orgasm out before he felt his seed explode. His thrusts became desperate, trying to get him as deep as he could go as her still pulsing cunt milked his shaft. He shivered with pleasure as he felt the last little push from his testicles. He slowed to a still, supporting his weight above her with his forearms as he kissed her once more.

She was crying, more like bawling, under him when he pulled out of her and got dressed. Snape made his way over to the girl and cast a sealing charm on her vagina, keeping her and Draco's mixed fluids from leaking out; the more that stayed in, the higher chance of pregnancy.

She just sat up and shook with hysterics as she cried. Draco looked at her sympathetically before looking to Snape. "You can stay, Draco. I will tell the Lord you've done your task for the morning. Though I advise some rest, perhaps a bath for Miss Granger, as you will be called upon again by two to perform again." Draco nodded and Snape left.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. Did it hurt this time?"

She couldn't reply, so she just shook her head no, pulling her knees up to her chest and lying on her side. Draco felt horrible; he didn't know what else to do. He only hoped she would get pregnant soon, so he wouldn't have to repeat this too much.


"Draco, I really can't do this."

"Hermione, listen to me. We are marri—"

"I don't care. I'm not ready. I don't want to remember…" Hermione sank to her knees covering her face with her hands. She had tried everything to forget the rapes; and when Ron had killed her daughter, it had successfully distracted her from the prior nightmares. But the bed loomed before her and her rapist stood waiting to strike, waiting to take her once more against her will until she was carrying his heir.

Draco kneeled down next to her, putting his arms around her protectively. He finally understood what had scared her, and how much he had broken her back then. If he had known how deep her scars truly ran, he would have never done the teasing on the cruise or at the club. "Not again, Hermione. I promise." He drew back and gently pulled her hands from her face before kissing her deeply, as deeply as he had all those nights ago. "Never again, without your consent." He brushed his thumbs under her eyes to wipe away her stray tears, placing his forehead to hers and closing his eyes. "Let's just go to sleep. It's been a long, stressful two weeks." She nodded her agreement and he helped her up and to the bed. He walked around and crawled in on his side, pulling her close to him and holding her tight.

She felt safe, she felt warm, and these were the feelings that made her feel dread. Draco was out long before her, his arms holding her to him. She couldn't sleep though; her thoughts were plagued with the memories of before. How every night, after their third attempt for the day, Snape would leave them and Draco would hold her to him in the bed. She should have gotten up to sleep on her crap mattress, but Draco's bed held warmth in its comfort, and his embrace made her feel safe and cared about.

Leaving his room after she got pregnant was stress like she'd never known. She was in ultimate comfort, but there was no protective, loving embraces in her room. There was no Draco in her bed to whisper words of comfort and praise. Her heart was broken. His words, in that short time with him, had given her a false view. She took his words, which she knew were meant to comfort her while he raped her, and twisted them into words of love. She let her heart and mind be tricked into thinking she loved him so she wouldn't suffer the emotional trauma of rape. Sex is always so much better when you're in love with that person.

But when she moved to her own room, and he distanced himself once again becoming cold and short with her, she knew that tricking her heart was the worst thing she could have done. Because now it had been broken.

Hermione thought back on how much she made herself love Draco. Could she do it again? Could she trick herself into loving him all over again, and possibly suffer her heart breaking again?

"I'm sorry, Hermione." His whisper was soft and groggy with sleep, his arms pulling her closer. She turned in his arms and met his half-lidded eyes. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she buried her face into the crook of his neck, startling him fully awake. He rubbed her back gently and patted her hair down, placing soft kisses to the side of her head.

Hermione cried herself to sleep in his arms, cuddled into his front. Draco had soon followed after; once he was sure she was sleeping peacefully. He never let her go through that night, thinking about all the wrongs he had done her and how deeply he had hurt her. He knew they were in a loveless marriage, but looking at the girl in his arms, he felt solely responsible for her pain and suffering. The weight of the world was on his shoulders, and got heavier with each tear he saw cascade down her cheek that night; and as he felt the tides of sleep pull him adrift, he uttered his promise to her. "Nothing will ever harm you again, so long as I am alive."


A/N::

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