Chapter 4 - Wednesday morning
Hermione stayed in bed and listened to the rest of the girls get ready for classes. She had only dared to peep out and go down to the common room after everyone left. She intended on avoiding everyone, especially He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Thought-About In-Any-Way-Shape-or-Form, and just hoped to make it to five o'clock in the afternoon in one piece.
She sighed in frustration. Still nine hours to go. Her thoughts oscillated between guilt and horror at how violently she had raped Draco, to anger at who had done this to her. She brought out her notebook, along with the copies of thirteen potions and her scribbled theories out of her bag, and started to page through them all, humming to herself. One thing was certain, she was going to find the prick who did this to her and make them very sorry.
An hour later, she heard the portrait swing open.
"Hermione?" Ginny called up from the common room. "I brought you some food so you wouldn't have to go downstairs if you don't want to. And I'm still up for running today if you are. I have a free period after lunch."
Hermione looked down from the railing. "Thanks, Ginny. You're a good friend." She continued on down the stairs. "I don't know how I can ever show my face to anyone after what I did. It was mortifying! Everyone in Potions saw me." She buried her face in her hands.
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Didn't you hear? There's nothing but respect for the girl who made Malfoy her bitch."
Hermione sputtered, thinking she heard wrong. "I... you... Pardon?"
Ginny smiled and walked over to her. "You've got Harry to thank for that. As soon as you ran out of the classroom, he cracked a joke about you taking Malfoy with a strap on."
Hermione's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"It's his reputation that suffered," Ginny concluded. "Not yours."
"Oh," she wasn't sure how to digest that information. "I guess it's better than being thought of as just another conquest – in public, no less."
"Hermione: 1, Patriarchy: 0," Ginny quipped.
She hadn't thought of it from that angle before; she was so absorbed in her own humiliation which was compounded by the ever present societal slut-shaming. Turning it around like that would certainly explain why Malfoy came to her last night in the library, even though it didn't justify his behavior. He had wanted to reassert himself, but that was still no excuse for what she did to him. She thought that after getting a good night's sleep she would remember exactly what she had done to cause all those injuries up and down his body, but no memories came.
"No," Ginny laughed. "You were definitely not a conquest. In fact, I'm pretty sure half the school is scared of you."
Hermione bit her lip, thinking of Malfoy's bruised body. Ginny didn't know the half of it. She gave her a hug. "Tell Harry thanks for me, will you? The boys, they understand about me avoiding them?"
"I think they're just as embarrassed and… maybe a little bit afraid of you as well." Ginny glanced at the portal door of the common room, hesitant to continue speaking.
"What?" Hermione prodded.
Ginny looked back at Hermione and said hesitantly, "They beat up Malfoy after class."
"What?" Hermione gasped with disapproval.
Ginny sighed. "Would you expect any less of them?"
"I guess I'd hoped for more." Hermione furrowed her brow in thought. Malfoy came to her in the library after a fight with Harry and Ron? "What happened?"
"Malfoy threw a Stunner at Ron, and he and Harry did the rest the Muggle way. They left it at a draw."
"Two against one?" Hermione said, aghast. "That's not like them."
"I don't know if they intended for it to be that way, but that's the way it turned out. Malfoy's usually with Crabbe and Goyle. In any case, Harry doesn't think it was him."
"I don't either. It doesn't make sense," Hermione agreed. A flood of relief washed over her. She didn't cause those bruises, scrapes and cuts all over his body. And she didn't harbor a secret desire to be a violent rapist, just a… mildly violent one. She winced as she remembered Draco pleading for her to stop while she smacked him.
"So who do you think did it?" Ginny asked, eyeing her.
Hermione studied Ginny. Should she tell her what she found? She wanted to trust her friend. But she had seen Ginny after her run carrying something suspiciously large in her bag, and the timing of the hair potion application was uncanny.
"It could be one of the Ravenclaws. They would have slipped it to me at breakfast."
"Why? Jealous of your grades?"
"That's the only reason I can think of."
Ginny looked skeptical but said nothing.
Hermione continued on. "Maybe Blaise, but I can't figure out what his motivation would be."
"Hmm. We'll figure out who it is. And when we do, they've got a Bat-Bogey Hex waiting for them." Ginny wiggled her eyebrows.
Hermione laughed as Ginny headed out the door and went back upstairs. She munched on her food and glanced at the papers spread out before her on her bedspread. Besides the commonality of the potions causing embarrassment to the user and the availability of antidotes, she saw that they were all relatively easy to make. That meant that the student was not necessarily proficient with potions if they were limiting themselves in that regard. Or maybe they were good and figured simplicity was best to reduce the chances of getting caught. Complex plans engendered complications. Which would mean that they were rather intelligent if they had thought that through.
She sighed in frustration. She could go in circles of logic for hours.
And then she noticed something that she had skipped over previously. The Lustfarae potion smelled like lemons! She gasped. The bastard who did this was in the Prefect's bathroom that day she was locked out! It was a bloody Prefect! Well, that certainly narrowed down the list of suspects.
Oh.
Unless the Prefects gave out the bathroom password to a boyfriend or girlfriend. It was still a narrowed list.
And she had figured out how the potion could have been given to her at breakfast. It wouldn't have been slipped into her coffee because she would have noticed the lemony scent. For the same reason, it wouldn't be in the hair potion. That scent would be difficult to disguise without harming the primary function of the potion. However, Lustfarae was the only potion of the thirteen that would retain all of its properties if converted to powder form. The potion itself was white. In powder form, it would look like salt and lose its scent. How someone got the powder in the saltshaker, specifically in the saltshaker that she was using, she hadn't figured out yet.
They would have had to be near the table that morning in order to do so. That was probably the reason the Lustfarae was chosen over the twelve others. She was developing a grudging respect for the intelligence of her nemesis.
Goldstein, Zabini and Padma. Aside from Ron, Harry, Ginny and Lavender, those three were at breakfast yesterday and had access to the Prefect's bathroom. It had to be one of them. But she couldn't think of a plausible motivation aside from jealousy at her grades. And what of Zabini? Maybe the perpetrator was working with someone else. But who? And why? It could be another Slytherin.
She needed a break from this, and her thoughts returned to Malfoy.
Despite her healing efforts, his ego and body were bruised. Although she didn't cause all those bruises from Harry and Ron's assault, she had hurt him. Would he be chastened and back off now? Or would he try and find her again? And if he did, what would he do with her this time? What would she do?
Dear Merlin, she wanted him to find her. He was extremely attractive, the way he teased her made the sex… well, it was phenomenal. If it weren't for the initial presumption that for some reason she wasn't supposed to be enjoying sex with Malfoy, was there a reason to deny herself? And why shouldn't she enjoy sex with him? So he was a manipulative jerk. Was that a reason for her not to have fun?
What if… what if she went to him? It would still feel good. She doubted she'd ever have sex this exciting ever again. Presumably, he was interested on some level. He had took complete advantage of the situation and sought her out when he wasn't supposed to. Even though she knew she didn't have much control over it, she felt a profound sense of shame at her attraction and an uneasiness as to how Harry, Ron and Ginny and her other Gryffindor friends would respond if they knew she had sought him out instead.
She shivered at memory of him boxing her in last night between the library shelves, twisting her nipple while she was writhing on his fingers, pleading with him to let her come. She didn't know that she had wanted to cede control like that until it was actually happening. But if being dominated and controlled by him was what she fantasized about, why did she end up smacking him around so much? Obviously, she wanted both. He did too, and had said as much.
"And since when do I do as I'm told? Unless you tell me what to do."
Maybe they both had a desire to be punished on some level. She felt a thrill when he commanded her with those piercing grey eyes. More images of him dominating her, thrusting into her, taking her, claiming her, came to her head and a familiar heat spread throughout her lower abdomen. She leaned back on her bed and hitched up her skirt to thoughts of him and sighed.
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Draco sat in the Great Hall during lunch and glanced over at the Gryffindor Table.
No Hermione.
Of course, she'd be avoiding everyone today. And fat chance he'd find her in the library after yesterday. He wasn't exactly sure what she'd done to him after he passed out. Not only were his injuries from his fight completely healed, but he felt as if he had undergone a full body massage. She hadn't done anything to address the pain in his genital area but she probably hadn't known how painful it was. Regardless, he slept better last night than he had in a long time.
He felt a pat on his back.
Fuck, here it comes. He'd managed to avoid everyone at breakfast by getting up early, but he couldn't do the same for lunch.
"So, Drakie," a voice said, as Draco cringed. If Blaise was using that name now, he was in for it. "We missed you at breakfast. Did Granger finally let you off your leash?"
Laughter filled the Slytherin table as students sat down to eat. Pansy just glared at him as she sat down. She had been so hostile lately. What was her problem?
Draco whacked Blaise's arm off of his shoulder. "Fuck off, Zabini."
He stared straight ahead and stabbed a meatball on his plate.
"There's no shame in wanting to be bossed around by the Gryffindor swot."
More laughter. Draco's jaw clenched.
"I said, shut it."
Blaise laughed. "Is that what Granger said before buggering you up the arse?"
The table roared with guffaws now.
Draco spun around and grabbed Blaise's throat collar. "That's pretty foul language coming from that mouth you kiss your whore of a mother with," he hissed at him menacingly.
Forks clattered to plates. The Slytherin table went silent.
Blaise's dark eyes narrowed dangerously. His voice lowered. "Take. It. Back."
Draco growled at him. "No."
Blaise lunged at Draco, and the two toppled over their chairs and onto the floor, wrestling each other. It was a poor move on Blaise's part. He was a far more formidable opponent with a wand. Draco landed a punch on Blaise, which would most certainly become a black eye, and elbowed him in the ribs, hearing a satisfying crack. Blaise howled.
Professors quickly rushed over before the fight could get even more out of hand. Snape restrained the two with a whisk of his wand and snarled at them.
"Our Head Boy and a Prefect fighting on school grounds. I think that calls for three weeks' worth of detentions… and a loss of your Hogsmeade privileges until after Christmas. One hundred points from Slytherin." His voice dripped poison as he eyed the two. "You make me ashamed to be the Head of this House. Both of you get down to the hospital wing. Now." He turned and walked away.
The two stared daggers at each other, breathing frantically. Blaise was clutching his side. Draco stalked out of the Great Hall, and not towards the hospital wing. Blaise would get over the fight eventually. He smirked at Blaise's predictable behavior. Then again, he would have done the same had someone called his mother a whore.
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The Gryffindor table watched the scene with open mouths, as did everyone else. Ginny had just entered after leaving Hermione in Gryffindor tower with some lunch. She sat down next to Harry and looked back and forth at everyone in her group.
"What'd I miss?"
"Malfoy and Zabini fighting," Harry said. "I don't think Malfoy's taking the hit to his reputation well. On the other hand, the next person will think twice before badgering him. Zabini didn't look too good."
Harry looked sideways and saw Ron staring intently at Malfoy stalking out of the Great Hall. Ron looked like he wanted nothing better than to restart the fight Harry had with Malfoy yesterday.
"You're not going to go after him, Ron. Are you?"
"Bugger off, Harry. You had your chance at him."
"Give it a rest," Ginny scolded him. "He's already gotten beaten on by Harry, Zabini and," she chuckled, "by Hermione. Being violent isn't going to solve anything. And we've already discussed that it wasn't him who did this to her anyway."
Ron seethed. "I. Don't. Fucking. Care."
"Grow up!" Ginny retorted.
"And I still think he did it," Ron continued. "You agree with me, don't you, Lav?"
Lavender was looking down at her food, not wanting to get involved in the conversation. "I don't know if he did or not," she answered quietly. "But I wish you would leave it alone. She's suffering, he's suffering, just let it go." She stared at her hands. "They say the antidote will be ready this evening anyway. It will all be over."
Ron kept staring at the entrance to the Great Hall where Malfoy had exited.
Ginny sighed and grumbled about toxic masculinity.
"What!" Ron snapped.
"Nothing!"
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Draco stalked through the hallways with his robes billowing behind him, glaring at anyone who dared to meet his eyes. People avoided him as news of his fight with Blaise spread.
Good, he thought. Back to people fearing him, just like he had planned. It was worth a few detentions. Hopefully with more class participation than he usually gave, he could earn back the House points.
Even though he was still feeling murderous from lunch, he was partly mollified in that his reputation was intact. Now he just had to find Granger and reassert himself with her. He only had a few more hours before the antidote was ready. He didn't mind skiving off his classes today for a chance at her again. What were a few more detentions in comparison to the fuck of a lifetime? He smirked at the thought of her sobbing and begging him last night. He learned his lesson, he'd have to get her off sooner. But he could still play with her. He felt the thrill of anticipation and a tiny bit of fear at the thought of finding her.
His cock remembered as well, and he readjusted himself in his pants. No soreness this time. Draco turned a corner and walked down another hallway. Where would she be? Not the library. She'd know better than that. And he didn't think that she'd venture going where others were liable to stop her and ask her questions. She'd prefer solitude. Would she stay up in Gryffindor Tower all day? If she did, it would be harder to get to her.
If she did, she'd have to stay cooped up in her room, avoiding the common room. She'd want freedom. Somewhere to take her mind off of – he smirked – him. He exited the large doors of the entrance of the castle and stepped outside into the sunlight.
"Granger, Granger, Granger… I bet you're out there."
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Hermione was halfway through her third lap around the grounds. She felt great, but her knees were sore and she still had three hours to go. She doubted that she could run continuously for three hours, but she could try! If she could run for at least another hour, she'd be too winded and sore to think about anything else before five o'clock arrived.
Since there was no Quidditch practice at this time of day, maybe she could go and use some of the strengthening equipment by the pitch when she finished her run. That would take up time.
Ginny had agreed to leave her some food from lunch in her room so that she could eat when everyone was be in class. Maybe she could push her body to exhaustion, eat like a pig, and then take a Sleeping Draught for the rest of the day.
Would five o'clock never come?
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Draco had been wandering around outside aimlessly for the past two hours with no sign of seeing her. He'd already checked the spots that students congregated at on nice days. On the off chance that she actually would want company, he headed down to Hagrid's hut and peeked inside.
There was the oaf, but no Granger.
Maybe he was wrong, and she wasn't outside at all. Perhaps she had opted to seclude herself in her dorm. He was about to head back to the castle when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Instinctively, he ducked back behind the hut to hide his body and peered around the corner. Was that Granger running? He appraised her. And what was she wearing? That tight tank top and shorts didn't leave much to the imagination. He felt himself harden again as he imagined himself peeling those tight layers off her sweaty body.
How long would she be running for? She looked like she had been at it for quite some time. That certainly explained her toned body. He hadn't seen that surprise coming. Usually only female Quidditch players looked and felt like she did. He licked his lips at the thought of feeling her again.
He easily matched her pace and kept a good distance jogging behind her. Should he go after her now? Or wait until she was done with her run? He was afraid he'd lose track of her if he didn't follow. After fifteen minutes, he noticed a pile of clothing off to the side and stopped. It was hers. She'd finish here at some point.
He looked around. The Quidditch pitch was pretty close. She'd have to cross it to get back to the castle. He could sit atop the stands and keep a lookout for her without being seen. Maybe he could do some exercises on the stands while waiting. Who knew how long she would run for?
He jogged back up to the locker room to change into his shorts.
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Hermione's body burned all over. She had just finished the last of her strengthening exercises on the Quidditch pitch. She wouldn't be able to move tomorrow, she was sure of that. This was definitely a good idea. She knew that after eating, she'd have no trouble sleeping until five o'clock. She bent over with her hands on her knees, her head down, and breathed in and out slowly.
She was completely spent. She had never pushed herself so hard. And she would never do so again! Aside from the pain in her knees, she had shin splints. Looking over at the Quidditch locker room, she remembered that there were plenty of salves and potions for the aches and pains associated with strenuous exercise. No one would be there any time soon. The practices usually started later in the evening, not for another couple of hours. She would get showered and changed there.
She bent over to pick up her clothes, groaned at the pain, and started to walk up to the girls' locker room. Merlin, she was limping! Never, ever would she do this again! It was too much!
She walked inside and went directly to the medicine cabinet. After looking over the various salts, salves, and potions, she brought out a salve for muscle and joint pain. Then, she plopped herself down on the floor, rubbed the mint smelling muscle salve all over her body and the more foul smelling joint salve over her knees.
Within minutes, she could feel the pain disappearing. She sighed in contentment, leaned back against the wall, and closed her eyes. Just a few more minutes and she could wash it all off in a hot shower.
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Draco was outside, circling the girls' locker room. There were two exits. He didn't want her to notice someone coming in and run out the other side. He could cast a Silencing Charm to mask the noise, but opening the door was usually accompanied with a rush of air from the outside. He wasn't sure how he could mask that effectively. And that was assuming that she wasn't in a position where she could see the door opening. He didn't know where she was in the locker room.
Suddenly, he heard a rush of water as the shower was turned on. He smiled in victory. All of his problems were solved, and he'd get to see her in the shower. Draco became aroused at the thought. He jogged to the other entrance that was furthest from the showers, and cast a Disillusionment Charm and a Silencing Charm on himself before creeping inside.
He slowly made his way around the rows of lockers and benches, turning the last row to see a very wet and very naked Hermione Granger soaping herself. He was far enough away, and there was enough steam and scents from the soap she was using that she wouldn't be able to smell him. He was fairly sure of that.
He was as hard as a rock.
What the hell, she couldn't hear him, she couldn't see him, and he was certain he'd be ready to go in another five minutes, especially with her naked in front of him. He put his arm on the edge of the locker, leaned his head on his forearm, and stared at her showering. She was completely oblivious to his presence. He reached down into his shorts and slowly stroked himself, squeezing his head as some pre-cum came out.
Her eyes were closed. She was shampooing her hair. The water and suds were cascading down from her head, streaming down her body. After finishing with her hair, she ran soapy hands over her legs, her breasts, and between her legs, rinsing out the nest of curls there.
Draco leaned forward, balancing his weight on the locker and stroked himself. His body trembled and he let out a small grunt. It didn't take long. He tensed as his orgasm slowly built up and released. He held back a moan and shuddered as he pumped the last of his seed out. After tucking himself back in his shorts, he used a Scourgify on himself and Summoned her wand.
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Hermione shut off the faucet and toweled herself dry. The pain was gone, but she was still exhausted. What a day! What a workout! She walked back to her bag and proceeded to comb her hair out in front of the mirror. Ginny was right; life with wavy hair was so much easier. After conditioning her hair, she had hardly any tangles at all. She parted her hair down the middle and turned to get her wand for a quick hair dry.
That's strange, she thought, furrowing her brows. She could have sworn that she had put her wand on top of her clothes. Was it in her bag? She started rifling through her bag when a strong smell of sweat and masculinity wafted through the air. Desire shot through her.
He was here.
He took her wand.
Shit!
She tensed. She hated him. She wanted him. She had to get out of here. She wanted to stay.
Concentrate! she told herself. He doesn't know that you know.
She kept her towel wrapped around her and pretended to check her class notes about something. She rifled through parchments while her mind raced furiously.
He would be in here with a Disillusionment Charm. The perv had watched her shower, a thought which only served to excite her more. She had to determine the tell-tale blurriness of the charm without letting him know that she had noticed.
Could she grab her clothes and run? Without her wand? No, he'd stop her easily. She didn't have a chance without it. The only thing she could do was pinpoint his location, take him by surprise, get her wand back, throw a Stunner at the bastard, and hope that several rounds of masturbation would take care of her desire.
Easier said than done.
She let out a breath of air.
Think! Think! Think!
How much time did she have before he'd accost her? Then, she got an idea.
Giving a whimper and faking more pain in her leg, she limped over to the medicine cabinet. She took out a few salves and salts which could be added to water. Next, she went back to the sink took what she really wanted, the bucket. Still wrapped in a towel, she pretended to read the instructions to the healing salts while filling the bucket with – she smiled – freezing cold water.
And she listened.
And she smelled.
He was close. How close?
She pretended to check her appearance in the mirror while scanning the reflection for blurry areas. She thought she could see a blurry blob roughly six meters away, moving slowly towards her. Yes, it was definitely him.
Just a little bit more… just a little bit more… She slowly breathed in. He must have been sweating. Merlin! He smelled good.
She turned off the faucet and gave another groan of imagined pain, as she hoisted the bucket out of the sink. Then, she turned, looking directly at the blur and hurled the freezing water at it.
"Gaaaaaaah!" Draco yelled, reappearing sopping wet as the Disillusionment Charm faded. Hermione sucked in a breath. He was only wearing his training shorts! She couldn't help getting an eyeful of water dripping from his bare chest and abs.
Seeing her wand sticking out of his pocket brought her back to her senses. Hoping the element of surprise would even out the disadvantage that she had in size and strength, she plowed into him shoulder first, reaching for her wand.
"Ooof!" she grunted, as her shoulder met solid muscle.
He didn't budge. Was she really that small? She struggled to get her wand out of his pocket when his cold muscled arm wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides. His other hand clamped down on her wrist before she could even get a grip on her wand. He forcefully extracted her hand from his pocket.
"That's the wrong wand to be fondling, Granger."
She flushed and struggled as he kept her pinned to his body with one arm. She tried to escape from his grip but calmed down after realizing that overzealous thrashing would end up with her towel on the floor. She'd be completely naked and pressed up against him. Heat flared up inside her at thought and she could feel wetness between her legs from being pressed up against his bare arms and chest. She cursed him for having this effect on her.
"Language, Granger," he chided her; then he lowered his voice. "I haven't even started with you yet."
She glared up at him. Seeing one last chance for freedom, she leaned over, bit his forearm, and kicked him hard in the shin with her heel.
"Ouch! Bugger!"
His hold on her slackened, but just as she struggled free to grab her wand, she heard what would be her undoing.
"Incarcerous!"
Ropes tied her hands behind her back and wound around her ankles. Cursing him again, she hopped about ridiculously for a bit, trying to extract herself. Draco watched her, amused, while the water dripped off of his body. Finally, she fell into a seated position on the bench. Her chest heaved from the exertion and her breasts were forced outwards from having her hands tied behind her. Draco watched Hermione seethe with mutinous anger, glaring at him with both rage and lust in her hazel eyes. He leered at her towel-clad body with obvious desire.
"Just you wait, you fucking git," she spat at him. "You want another round with me? I am going to punish you horribly and I am not going to feel bad for anything that I do to you. You fucking deserve it."
"You already had your fun with me," he gave her a sensual smile. "Now I get to punish you."
With a swish of his wand, a table at the far end of the locker room flew through the air and skidded to halt in front of the full-length mirror next to the sinks. She eyed him warily. What was he doing? He walked over to the table and Transfigured the hard top with sharp corners to a material that was softer and more yielding. He turned around mischievously.
"It'll make you more comfortable."
She shook her head. "Oh no! Absolutely not! If you think you can—"
"Accio Granger!"
Her body shot up from the bench and she flew bodily towards him. He caught her in one arm, spun her around, and faced her towards the mirror. Hermione looked at herself, held captive by Malfoy, and gave him a murderous glare.
"I don't think I can." He tore off her towel in one motion, eyed her exposed body, and spoke directly to her ear. "I know I can."
She ground her teeth as his hot breath caused the hair on her neck to stand on end. She was completely naked before him and his eyes unabashedly raked her body up and down. She tried to contort herself in an attempt to cover up but was unable due to the bindings. He smirked and pulled back on her arms, making her breasts jut out even more. Unable to help herself, she whimpered under his gaze.
"But first, some payback for that stunt you pulled with the water. I have to say, Granger, that was pretty impressive."
He let go of her and backed up with a grin. Her eyes widened in fear.
"Aguamenti Frio!"
She shrieked as a freezing cold stream of water rained down on her head and naked body from his wand. She sputtered as the stream subsided.
"Fucking prick!"
Goosebumps spread all over her skin and her nipples painfully hardened. He grabbed her bound arms and pulled her back flush against his chest. She could feel his erection through his wet shorts against her bare bottom. She snarled at him in the mirror. He rocked his pelvis slightly into her rear, so that the length of him went up and down her buttocks.
"What wicked things do you think I'm going to do to you next?"
Once again, she tried, but couldn't stop the involuntary whimper from leaving her lips. He grinned down at her reflection.
"Hmm? We've got to even the score from yesterday."
"Do you have a deathwish, Malfoy?" she snapped. "I'll hurt you! And… and isn't what you've done to me enough? Can't you just—"
He placed the palm of his hand between her shoulder blades and forcefully guided her reluctant body to lie down on the table. The softened table top was cool against her abdomen and breasts and he pressed down on her back. Her arse was angled up in the air, vulnerably exposed to him. He leaned into her, pressing his length into her bottom again. She was so turned on she couldn't stand it. He gave her a feral smile in the mirror as she looked up from her prone position.
Oh god! He was going to take her there? He wouldn't do that, would he? Fuck! She had to get herself out of this.
She looked up at him pleadingly. "Draco, please, can't we just," she gulped, "talk about this?"
He started laughing. Hard. His laughter echoed in the locker room and then he bent over and started choking.
I hope he chokes to death! she thought as she tried to raise herself.
It was difficult to do so with stomach muscles alone after having done so many sit-ups earlier. Straining to get herself into a less vulnerable standing position, she grunted. Just as soon as she was upright, Draco wiped his eyes, grabbed her wrists, still bound behind her back, and pushed her down more forcefully this time.
"Ooomph!"
"Down, Granger," he said, still chuckling.
She growled at him. Oh, he was going to pay for this. He didn't move his hand from her back. She couldn't get up and her arse was in the air. She could see him leering at it in the mirror. She was at his complete mercy. She had absolutely no control. She hated it. She hated him. And yet, she loved it. She loved what he was doing to her. And he knew it. She didn't know how he knew exactly what to do with her but she loved it. She was hot, sopping wet and itching to be filled. Draco's grey eyes pierced her hazel ones in the mirror. He released the bonds on her legs and kicked her feet apart with his own. She tried to clamp her legs back together but wasn't strong enough. Before she could do anything with the freedom of her lower limbs, he muttered a Sticking Spell between her feet and the floor. He held her down with one palm on her upper back and began to stroke the skin of her butt with his other.
She shut her eyes.
Oh God… Oh God…what was he going to do?
"Open your eyes, Granger."
She kept them shut tight.
SMACK!
"Aaah!" Her eyes popped open and her body lurched forward from the force of his blow. Her arse stung, but, oh, it felt good!
"Look at me," he commanded with a low voice.
She looked up at him through the mirror. His eyes were so intently locked on hers as he continued to caress her buttocks with one of his hands, sending shivers through her body. Draco pushed down on her back with his hand and pressed himself against her. She looked up at him with abject fear. He wouldn't bugger her there, would he? He smirked down at her, looking positively evil.
Merlin!
"No, Draco! Please don't!"
Slowly but deliberately, Draco put his finger in his mouth with his other hand. Her lips parted, as she watched him suck on his finger. He brought his finger down to her crack and slowly, ever so slowly, followed the line down to her hole. Her eyes widened.
"What… What are you doing?"
The trail of wetness left by his finger evaporated and she shuddered as he got closer… and closer….
"Wait, but-"
"It's your punishment, Granger," he said and gave her a wicked smile. "Don't worry, you'll like it."
"No, I—"
"Look at me!"
He stared into her eyes intently, as his finger began to circle her anus. It was horrifying. She sucked in a breath as his finger bit by bit, probed her entrance. His gaze held hers and his finger paused in the entryway. She held her breath in anticipation. His lips quirked and slowly, slowly, he inserted his finger inside her hole. She gasped. It felt foreign. It felt dirty. She felt dirty. She felt violated. Violated by his finger. Violated by his grey eyes that wouldn't stop watching her. Violated by having to witness herself being humiliated by him by watching herself in the mirror. And she loved it. She could feel even more moisture dripping out of her.
He wouldn't stop staring at her with that penetrating gaze of his. He knew. He fucking knew she loved it. A former Death Eater spanking and fucking Potter's Mudblood's asshole with his finger.
As if reading her thoughts, he raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong? You didn't expect to like it?" his voice lowered dangerously. "Mudblood."
He was getting off on the same power dynamic. She sucked in a slow, shaky breath as he inserted his finger a bit further and pulled it out. "Stop it, Malfoy."
He continued to penetrate her hole, slowly inserting his finger all the way in, and then all the way out. She gasped and bit her lip. She wanted him inside her. It was humiliating. If Harry, Ron or Ginny could see this, what would they think? She was the rational one. She convinced them all to come back and sit for their NEWTs. She constantly hounded them about studying. And here she was with her arse in the air and Draco's finger inside of her, hoping he wouldn't start pegging her. But maybe hoping he would? They'd think she was wrong in the head, they'd think she was sick, they'd think she was a…
"Does it make you feel like a whore?" He leaned in towards her ear and growled. "A Mudblood whore?"
She hissed. "I hate you!" she squirmed as he slowly inserted and extracted his finger. "Oh, Merlin…" she groaned. While squirming, she realized that she could feel friction between her clit and the transfigured table as well. A wave of pleasure shot through her from the combination. She didn't want to feel pleasure from what he was doing to her, but she couldn't help it. She felt even more ashamed and blushed.
"You like being called a Mudblood whore, don't you?" he taunted her. "You're even naughtier than I thought."
"Stop…" she moaned. Although, by now it was obvious that anything she said was a plea for more. His penetration of her anus continued at the same, slow, tortuous pace and her arousal grew and grew with each slick movement, with each rub of her clit on the table.
"Say that you're a Mudblood whore," he whispered hotly into her ear. "You're just a dirty," His finger entered. "-filthy," His finger slid out. "Mudblood whore." His finger slid in again and she whimpered in pleasure. "Say it," he hissed.
"Fuck. You."
THWACK!
"Aaah!" she yelped as her body lurched forward again. Draco watched her arse redden and then brought his eyes back to hers.
"Slut!"
"No!"
SMACK!
THWACK!
SMACK!
Her body rocked back and forth and her buttocks stung. All the while his finger kept a steady pace and was penetrating her fully, going all the way up her passageway. She could feel wetness dripping out of her and pooling on the table underneath her.
"Fuck! Ugh! Stop it! Aaah!"
She loved it. She loved the way he looked at her with his grey eyes, she loved the feel of his hands as he held her in place and spanked her. She loved the names he called her. It was dirty. He was degrading her. Debasing her. Making her filthy.
And she was getting off on it.
Her friends would think she was a slut.
"Dirty slag!"
SMACK!
Oh please yes.
Slide in; slide out.
THWACK!
Slide in; slide out.
"Aaaah! Stop!" she moaned.
Her cheeks were in pain.
Draco mercilessly spanked her buttocks, right and left, top and bottom. At the same time, he inserted his finger all the way in and out of her hole. The friction against the table overwhelmed her and Hermione yelped and cried out until she felt a sudden warmth spread from her core and out through her body. Before she realized what had happened, she was yelling his name and crying for more.
"Draco! Don't stop! Don't stop! Pleeeeease! Ughhhhh!"
He sped up the frequency of his violations of her anus and the spanking.
TWHACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Slide in; slide out.
"Whore!" he hissed.
She came violently and bucked up. She wailed uncontrollably, as the ecstasy of her orgasm overtook her. Her body convulsed and rocked back and forth from his continued beatings. He stroked the cheeks of her ass as the last of her orgasm subsided. As her contractions faded off, the penetrations of his finger became less frequent, and less forceful, until they too slowly faded to a stop.
Hermione was spent. Her breathing slowed down bit by bit. Her lips were parted. She didn't know if she could move. Her arse hurt like hell. The air around it made her skin sting. Even so, it was incredible. He was incredible. She eyed Draco warily behind her but not through the mirror. He was leaning over her, panting from exertion himself. He had one palm on the table and placed the other gently on her left butt cheek. It hurt but she quivered and sighed under his touch. His grey eyes were dark with desire. She hadn't realized that she had shut her eyes during her orgasm. He was unabashedly watching her. Just watching her. She was too spent to feel embarrassed under his scrutiny.
She had never felt so sated, so absolutely fantastic in her life. Unable to think, she said the first thing that came to her mind. "How did you know?"
Her ecstatic state must have shown on her face. He cracked a knowing half-smile. The cocky arse. "Want more?"
She smiled back at him. He understood. He had admitted to getting turned on by being smacked around by her. She called him a little shit and he loved it.
"Maybe."
He gave her that evil smile again. "Say that you're my Mudblood whore."
Her defenses immediately came back up. "No fucking way, Malfoy! There is no way that I'm—"
Draco pulled her up by the shoulders so that her back was flush against his chest. He pulled back on her tied hands with one hand, jutting her chest outward, and splayed the other hand across her throat, turning her head back to his.
"Shut up and give in already," he growled while lowering his face to hers and invading her mouth with his tongue.
The warmth of his body on her back thrilled her. His hand on her throat with his fingers splayed to her cheek forced her head to turn. His tongue was inside her mouth, massaging her tongue, and she was instantly filled with desire again. Her heart raced. The two of them were slippery, skin on skin, hot and sweaty. The feel of him against her sent jolts of desire through her body and down between her legs.
As they continued to kiss, she felt his hand lower from her throat down to her breasts. She sighed and gasped into his mouth, as his fingers circled her nipples. And then came the exquisite pain like he had done in the library. He pinched her there, slowly, and then released her. He continued to pinch and twist, back and forth. She moaned into his mouth and pushed her breasts out for him to pinch her more.
His other hand released her bound hands and came up to grip her hair. He pulled her mouth away from his and they gasped for air. He went right back down and attacked her exposed throat, kissing, sucking, biting, licking. She moaned and whimpered with him pulling painfully on her hair, twisting and pulling on her nipples, biting and sucking on her neck. Not letting her move her head. Between the pinching and twisting of her nipples, and the abuse from his mouth to her neck, she started to work towards her release again by rubbing her clit against the soft material of the transfigured table.
Draco wouldn't let her this time. He unstuck her feet and lifted her into a kneeling position on the table with her knees spread wide apart. She tried to squirm and rub her clit but could only hit air from that angle. With her hands constrained behind her, she couldn't even touch herself.
He stared at her in the mirror from behind the shoulder that he was nipping and smirked again, taking in her naked, sweaty body, breasts pushed out, legs spread, pussy dripping… for him.
She whimpered. "Draco, I'll hurt you again if you make me wait too long."
"Then beg sooner… Mudblood whore," he said, as his eyes glinted at hers, challenging her to respond. He knew as well as she did that calling her dirty names turned her on.
The hand holding her hair lowered to her stomach and pressed her back into him, into his erection, so that she was balanced on the edge of the table. At this angle, she had to rely on him to keep her propped up so she wouldn't fall.
"Say it, Granger," he whispered huskily. "Say you're my whore."
He twisted her nipples painfully. She moaned and squirmed. She felt her precarious position on the table, her weight supported by him, and was unable to shift her position. She bit her lip and shook her head. She couldn't do it. Her pride wouldn't let her. She felt him shake off his shorts and press his naked length against her backside. He brought her even more over the edge of the table, so that her rear had no support at all. She would fall! And then she felt him lower himself, probing her entrance from underneath with his member. He smirked at her in the mirror.
"Is this what you want now?"
She groaned in frustration. "Gods, yes! Come on, Malfoy!"
"Only whores need to be filled with cock. Do you need to be filled with my cock?"
She growled at him and he smirked. "Fuck you! Yes, I need your cock!"
He continued to tease her entrance, pushing in ever so slightly and exiting before anything more than his head entered.
"Tell me you're my whore."
"Go to hell, Malfoy! Just do it! You want it as bad as I do!"
He raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"
He moved his hand from her nipples down to her clitoris and began to circle it slowly, as he had done in the library last night. She gasped and threw her head back.
"Merlin! Do it already! Make me come!"
"Tell me," he tauntingly whispered in her ear, continuing to probe her entrance and circle her clit.
"Draco, please!"
"Tell me!" he commanded, his hot breath coated her ear and throat.
"No!" she sobbed. God damn him! His member pushed in slightly more and his finger continued to circle.
"Mudblood whore!" he growled at her.
"No!"
He bit into her shoulder, bruising her.
"Aaaaah!"
"Say it!" he hissed, as he glared at her from over her shoulder in the mirror.
She gasped and bucked as his finger swiped her clit.
"No!" she yelled.
She turned to look directly into his grey eyes over her shoulder, pleading. Didn't he understand? She couldn't give in like this. She couldn't! It was one thing for him to call her that, quite another for her to say it. Tears were already forming from frustration and want. She didn't want to hurt him like before, but she didn't want to give in either. Why did he need her to say it so badly?
And then, she understood how to give in on her own terms.
"Tell me you're my bitch," she whispered to him.
He stared at her, taken aback. Then slowly, a wide grin spread across his face.
"I'm your bitch."
Her lips parted, half in shock, and then she smiled back with a gleam in her eye and said, "I'm your Mudblood whore." Her voice lowered seductively. "And I need your cock."
He exhaled and she heard a low rumble in his chest as he thrust up and into her. They gasped at the shared warmth, at the closeness, and at the pleasure of completely losing themselves in sensation. Neither one of them noticed when Hermione's hands had become unbound. She clutched at his neck from behind, as he pounded into her from underneath, rubbing her clit, and massaging her breasts. His pelvis rocked into her, lifting her body with each thrust.
They devoured each other's mouths and each thrust of his raised her into the air. Their naked, sweaty bodies slipped and writhed and clutched until they felt their pleasure come to a peak.
She reached above and behind her, grabbing onto his neck and shoulders, and his hair. He painfully gripped her breast and hip. His fingers dug into her as their orgasms rippled through their bodies. His lips parted and she stared into his eyes in the mirror. He felt her contract around him, squeezing every last drop of seed that he pumped into her and he spasmed.
He shivered, she shuddered, and they clutched onto each other. Slowly, slowly, they floated down from their heights, amazed after having watched one another come so hard. Smiling and sated, Draco wrapped his arms around her and just held her, looking at her in the mirror. She lowered her arms from around his neck and circled his arms. They remained unmoving for several minutes while the only sounds in the locker room came from their breathing.
He turned her around so that she was sitting on the table, facing him. Leaning forward slightly, he kissed her forehead. Startled, she looked up and gave him a small smile at the surprisingly tender gesture of this post-coital Draco Malfoy. The dynamic had just changed between them. They had a shared sexual deviance and had moved past the need for pretense and posturing. They both sensed a new, vulnerable, openness between them. Neither one of them knew exactly what it meant; but so far, neither had a problem with it.
Hermione found it strangely thrilling.
"Can I have my wand?" she asked.
He bent over, pulled it out of his forgotten shorts on the floor, and gently placed it in her hand. She performed the Contraceptive Charm on herself. She sighed, closed her eyes for a minute, opened them, and looked up at him. He was still openly staring at her. Slowly, he reached up and brushed his thumb over her mouth. He gave her a half-smile as she peered up at him.
"What are you thinking?" she asked him.
He bit his bottom lip and she watched his teeth press lightly into the flesh. Her eyes flicked up to his and saw he was studying her, weighing the consequences of his answer.
"You're different from what I thought I knew. Different and... still the same. I'm hoping," he took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, "that you'll still want me after the antidote. Even though I took advantage of your situation."
She knew that once she took the antidote, she would still want him. She knows what it is to ravage him and be ravaged by him. There is no "un-knowing" of sex with Draco Malfoy and now that she knew, she wanted more. But he knew that already. Her being attracted to him or wanting to have sex with him wasn't what he was referring to.
He was referring to the fact that sex with him still felt wrong. That was why some of the psychological aspects were so tantalizing in the first place – and he experienced that as well but from a different angle. She still felt she was betraying her friends. Betraying her morals. Betraying her reputation. He was trouble. She knew that. He was manipulative. Wrong. Corrupting. Forbidden. Everything she shouldn't want.
However.
If it felt good and she wasn't hurting anyone, was there anything inherently wrong with her enjoying what he had to offer? Even if he was manipulative enough to take advantage of the situation? Even if he did do things to her when she had asked him, begged him, not to? Did she have to deny herself pleasure for some ideal that others expected her to uphold? And why did she have to live up to that ideal in the first place? It was just sex…. wasn't it?
"Perhaps," she answered with her voice in a lilt. He cradled her chin affectionately. She ran her hand through his hair and watched him study her facial expressions, trying to discern what she was thinking but not daring to ask.
"Zabini, Goldstein and Padma," she blurted out, breaking their trance.
His brows furrowed in confusion. "I… er… Pardon?"
Hermione explained her research in the library, how she had smelled lemons coming from the Prefect's bathroom, discussing the Ancient Runes project at breakfast yesterday, and the saltshaker.
"You've figured out nearly everything," he sounded impressed, but she heard a hint of doubt in his voice.
"But?" she prompted him.
"None of them have any motivation." Draco crossed his arms, enjoying finding the holes in her logic. "Jealous of your grades? Lame, Granger."
She scoffed. "Zabini?" He was the wild card. She really didn't know him well enough. She hoped Draco would have more insight.
Draco shook his head. "He noticed that you were affected before I did and I know he's attracted to you." He thought a bit more, still peering into her eyes, studying her face. She felt the same. Looking at him this closely, this intimately was new and exciting.
"I can't fathom why he would put you in that position with anyone, let alone me," he continued while lightly stroked her upper arms with his knuckles and she shivered at his touch. "Who else was at the breakfast table that morning?"
She shook her head furiously. "No."
Draco looked raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Well?"
She blushed. "Harry, Ron, Ginny and Lavender."
"Access to the Prefect's bathroom?"
Likely all of them. He already knew that.
"What's the motivation?" When she didn't answer right away, he grinned wickedly and she narrowed her eyes. He was enjoying this a little bit too much.
She bit her cheek in thought. Although she and Malfoy had become closer and more intimate not just through the act of sex, but through their similar sexual proclivities, this was more personal than she was willing to share at this point. He sensed her hesitancy and didn't push her.
"Don't worry, Granger. I'm not interested in Gryffindor gossip. However, something you may want to consider."
"What would that be?"
"Despite fantasizing about me naked all day," she rolled her eyes and he smirked, "You've managed to figure out what was done, where it was done and how it was done. But you've completely disregarded four suspects because of personal bias; despite knowing what the motivation would be."
Ron.
If it was any of them, it would be connected to her dumping Ron. It was the only real source of conflict between her and her friends.
"Do you think…," she pursed her lips and shivered again as his knuckles continued in their delicate path up and down her arms. "…that this was the intended consequence of the potion? What if there was a mistake?"
His eyes widened in curiosity. "Now that's an interesting question."
"Whoever did this to me… wanted to humiliate me. Cause me to be embarrassed publicly. But from what Ginny told me, that's not what happened."
"Not in the least. You're a fucking legend among the Slytherins," his smile turned devilish. "I heard Daphne threatening to sic you on some fourth years that were too noisy in the dorms earlier."
"So the question becomes: 'who wants to humiliate me?' instead of 'who wants me to shag Malfoy senseless?'"
"I want you to shag Malfoy senseless."
Hermione returned his smile and sniffed. Damn him and his smell.
"Do I stink?" Draco asked, looking down at himself.
"Lots," she answered, not wanting to admit that him in his sweaty masculine glory, and just after sex, was making her hornier by the minute.
Draco announced, "I'm taking a shower; you're welcome to join me."
"No, thanks. I'll wait."
"You sure?"
He ran a finger from her cheek down to her neck, between her breasts, circling her nipple, down to her belly button, and even lower, tickling the area around her curls. Her breath hitched. Before he could reach her folds, he removed his hand and sauntered off towards the showers, whistling.
Merlin's balls! she thought.
"You can go so soon again?" she asked, surprised, and followed him in.
"I am an eighteen-year-old male," he answered cockily. "I can go a third time."
"Wait, what do you mean a third time?"
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The two exited the locker room with smiles on their faces in the afterglow. They had discovered some shared commonalities in each other, and things had changed. As they walked back to the castle, their hands occasionally brushed, like a couple on a first date who didn't know if one liked the other. She felt a tingling each time her fingers touched his, unconnected with the unbridled lust. And was certain he felt the same.
Her eyes widened suddenly. "Did you know I would like being dominated because you liked me controlling you?"
"I had a hunch," he flashed a grin at her. "Your friends rely on you for everything from homework to Horcrux hunting and you're Head Girl. Doesn't it feel liberating to give up control to someone else?"
Yes.
"So, it wasn't just revenge from when I… er… well…" her voice tapered off.
"Beat me into submission?" she blushed at his choice of words. However, they were accurate. "Don't kid yourself, Granger. Much as I enjoy getting smacked around by you, I still have my pride. In fact, it makes dominating you that much more arousing. Next time it'll be your choice."
She lifted an eyebrow. "You're assuming that we'll do this again after I get the antidote?"
He closed in on her and his voice lowered. "Do you want me to make you beg again?"
She sucked in a breath, as her heart raced. She absolutely did.
He smirked.
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Next up, we finally find out who did it!