"Yesss..." Hermione hissed as his fingers drew circles around her knickers. "Don't stopp!"
Malfoy chuckled in her ear. He plunged a finger into her moist depth. Hermione moaned as he began making circular motions with his finger inside of her. "I have you wrapped around my finger, Granger." He chuckled further at his own pun.
Hermione woke up and shot up into a sitting position so fast, her world was spinning around even as she had her eyes wide open. Her heart was beating frantically and she could feel an evident wetness between her thighs. She sighed and relaxed into a crouch, he face in her hands. Not again. She thought.
After a few more relaxing, deep breaths, she got off her bed and stretched. Making sure she was quiet, she slipped out of the room and began walking towards the landing and down towards the kitchen. She drew her arms around herself. Even though it was summer, the night was too chilly to be just wearing a flimsy nightgown.
Finally she reached the bottom of the stairs and walked as quietly as she could towards the kitchen. The light was on and there was a dark figure sitting there sipping a coffee mug. As Hermione approached she could see better that it was Harry. He turned around as she walked in and looked at her for a couple seconds before giving her a faint smile and turning back to his coffee.
"Hey." Hermione said quietly.
"Hey." He replied, not looking up at her.
Hermione walked over to the cabinet and got herself a mug out as well. Taking out her wand, she pointed it first at Harry's mug, muttered something under her breath, pointed it at her own mug and watched it as the coffee appeared in it. She sat down across from him.
"Couldn't sleep either?" She asked him tentatively. It was still the night of the attack. Hermione checked her watch. In fact they had only been back for a few hours now that she thought about it. Everyone had gone to bed almost immediately after they had gotten back, except for a few of the order members, who were out making control damage.
Harry shook his head no. Hermione could tell there was something on his mind. She reached out her hand to cover his own on the table. "It's not your fault, Harry." She told him quietly. "The bastards are cruel and disgusting. Only they can be blamed for what they did to those families." But even as she said it, images of Malfoy torturing that muggle lady flashed across her mind and she felt a wave of nausea hit her. She felt like a huge hypocrite, since she had been taken roughly up against a shack, but only few hours ago, by one of those cruel and disgusting bastards herself. Not to mention completely willingly.
Harry shook his head again, indicating he didn't want to talk about it further. Hermione took back her hand and let the subject drop. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, neither talking, but neither wanting to leave the company of each other. Hermione knew very well that just her presence alone, her will to stick by his side, reassured Harry more than anything else. The same counted for Ron. She sighed. Poor Harry.
"Hermione." Harry whispered, his voice barely coming out. Hermione looked up at him, only to find herself staring into brilliant green orbs that were shining with so many emotions at the same time. She saw pain, concern, but worst of all, dread. That was enough alone to fill Hermione with dread as well. She had a feeling of what Harry was going to ask her next. "What did Malfoy do to you back there?"
Her fears had been confirmed. She had been asked this question many times before that night, but she had been able to put it off. But right now she knew she wouldn't be able to. Oh gods, how much she hated herself at the moment. She knew that Harry was asking for one simple reason. He was blaming himself for what happened to her again. She knew that no matter how much he loved having her and Ron at his side, that he would never forgive himself if anything happened to them during a battle. He would blame it all on himself and so she could feel his need to know what had happened to her. His desperation.
If you only knew... She thought. If you only knew how badly I betrayed you, Harry... She looked down at her fingers on the mug and just thought of her best option. She for sure couldn't tell him the truth, but lying to him made everything only ten times worse. She would not be able to live with the guilt of it all.
"He... He just -" Hermione drew in a sharp breath and looked up at Harry. "He just tortured me a little. But mostly - mostly he... He mostly just played dirty mind games on me. Talked me into believing certain things. Basically he just messed with my mind." Tears were welling up slowly in her eyes. Even though, this wasn't a complete lie, she still felt horrible as she forced herself to speak those words. She hoped with all her heart that this would be enough to satisfy Harry. Thankfully, Harry just nodded his head and looked down.
They sat together like that for a bit more, both just sipping their coffee and not talking or looking at each other. Finally, Harry stirred and got up from his chair. "I'm going to bed." He said. Hermione smiled up at him and he looked back at her for a couple seconds, before putting his mug in the sink and turning to leave. After he left Hermione watched as the mug slowly disappeared into nothingness in the sink and thought about the tremendous guilt she was feeling.
Not long after Harry had left, Hermione heard a fluttering noise outside the window. She looked at the owl approaching the window, alarmed, but quickly walked over to it and opened it, letting the bird in. It was an unfamiliar owl, very elegant and proud looking. It dropped the letter and quickly turned around and flew away again. Hermione shut the window behind it and turned back towards the table where the letter had landed. She had a nervous feeling in her gut and felt like this wasn't a normal Order update on what was going on.
Indeed, when she got closer, she could see her name written in a very neat cursive, a writing she couldn't recognize. She had an inkling about who had written her and this prevented her from opening the letter. Taking a deep breath she gathered up all the courage she had and picked up the letter. With shaky hands she began to open it. She looked inside and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes found a little key inside the envelope. She carefully took it out and brought it up to her face, examining it.
It looked old and a bit rusty. It had weird scriptures on it that Hermione couldn't identify. After about a couple minutes of observation, she simply couldn't figure out what it was. She let out the breath she had been holding in for a while now and sat back down on the chair. The key was lying on the table about a foot away from her, and no matter how long she stared at it, she couldn't think of why someone would have sent her that.
Just as she was about to get up and leave, the key started glowing. Hermione looked at it as it turned bluer by the second, her heart racing as she recognized it as a portkey. For a split moment she didn't know what to do. Should she grab it and let it take her wherever it's going? Should she stay? Having a feeling of who it was from, Hermione felt the decision was harder. She tried to resist the urge to grab the key, to let it take her to him. She saw the key starting to slowly fade in color, obviously leaving in a matter of seconds.
Without really knowing why she did so, she grabbed the key just in time for it to completely disappear. There was the familiar tug in her belly and she was spinning in nothing, only to be thrown onto the ground roughly. Groaning she slowly moved her hands to the ground, lifting herself as she spit out the dirt from her mouth. She groaned further as she slowly god up, her joints still in shock from the sudden landing.
Taking out her wand, she lit it and looked around. She was in an unfamiliar wood, apparently on the edge of it. It was definitely no place she recognized, which scared her a little bit. Suddenly, a light caught her eye. There was a huge mansion standing about fifty meters away from her with only one light lit. She looked down at the key in her hand. It must be for the house. Hermione thought.
Tentatively she began walking towards it, anxiety building within her the whole time. When she finally reached it, she took the key and began raising it up to the key hole. Holding her breath, she pushed it forward. It fit. Turning it slightly, she heard the great oak doors click and open.
Hermione waited for a moment, peering into the dark hallway. She took a deep breath and slowly stepped inside, almost knowing what was expecting her. The hall was huge. The ceiling was as tall as any other church and the floor was made of completely marble. There was a grand staircase in front of her, also made of marble. To her left she saw another pair of huge doors, through which a light shimmered. That must be the sitting room. She slowly began walking towards it.
When she entered she continued gaping in awe. The furniture, made of dark leather, was quite exquisite. The fireplace, through which the light was being emmitted, was enormous. She was so astonished by the room, that she didn't even see the person sitting in a sofa with his back to her.
"Good job, Granger." Spoke the all too familiar voice. "You found it."
Hermione's eyes snapped to the figure sitting on the sofa. He had a large wine glass in his hand, containing the red liquid. He was dressed in elegant robes and had an overpowering vibe coming from him. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she took in his gorgeous appearance.
Slowly, Malfoy stood up, setting his wine down on the antique looking table, and turned towards her. "Do you like my manor, Granger?" He asked, walking towards her. "Quite exquisite, isn't it?" He looked around as well as he watched her do the same. Hermione was at a loss for words. Why had he called her here?
She looked back at him and when she saw where his eyes were wandering, she suddenly became chilly. Why had she not realized until now that she was still wearing only her skimpy little night gown? His intense gaze at her figure did help heat her up a bit, though, and she blushed. She wrapped her hands around herself in order to stay a bit modest, which was hardly easy to do with that little material.
Malfoy smirked. "No need to hide yourself, Granger." He said, a mischievous tone in his voice and a glint in his eyes. He walked closer to her. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Or will see in a little bit." He added, now standing two inches away from her.
Heat was radiating off of him. Hermione looked at him. Was that really the only reason he called her here? But then again, what did she expect?
"No, Malfoy." She told him, taking a step back. "You won't see me tonight. I'm leaving." She made to turn around but he stopped her, grabbing her arm.
"Then why did you come?" He whispered in her ear, stepping behind her. "Why did you come here if you were going to leave right away?"
Hermione honestly didn't know the answer to that question. Why had she come? had she been hoping to find something here? Or had it been curiosity only?
"I think," Malfoy whispered further. His hands had now traveled down to her hips and pulled her flush against her body. Hermione gasped. "You came here, knowing what I wanted. You want it, too, don't you? You want it so bad that you came all the way over here."
"Nonsense." Hermione replied, although a bit weakly. "I was curious about who had sent me the key. That's all." She turned around in his arms and looked up at him. "And besides," She added, turning the conversation on him. "Didn't you just have me a few hours ago? Am I such a good shag that you needed me again so soon?" She had to smirk at her own remark. She had turned the table on him. "I thought this was about breaking me, Malfoy?"
To her disappointment, Malfoy's smirk grew. "You are a very clever girl, Granger." He replied. "But not clever enough." He picked her up, walked her to the closest wall and pushed her against it. "I guess the only thing that I can say in my defense," He continued. "Is that I'm not that easily satisfied. And even though seeing you humiliated in front of your friends was really amusing, I didn't want to be interrupted. I wasn't quite done, you see."
Hermione was left breathless again by his proximity. Her eyes were drooping now and her senses were on overflow once again. "Why here?" She asked. "Parents?"
He chuckled. "They're not here. And even if they were they don't give a shite about what - or who - I do." He told her. "And not to mention, I'm kind of tired of doing it up against a wall, wouldn't you say? I want to fuck you in my bed." Hermione bit her lip as she felt her knickers get drenched.
But no. She couldn't do this. Not after her conversation with Harry only minutes ago. Not after she had gone through the guilt of lying to him. She couldn't - wouldn't - do it again.
"Malfoy, I can't." She protested. "Please let me go... I can't lie again..." She was almost whimpering now. She had been feeling his member beging to erect itself against her thigh, which was quite distracting.
"We're not having this conversation again." Malfoy retorted, a slight annoyance in his voice. "You might as well shut up now, Granger, since you know you will only end up giving in anyway."
This ignited a fury inside Hermione that she had forgotten she had. She pushed Malfoy away and drew her wand, pointing it at him. "This has got to stop, Malfoy. Before it gets out of hand."
He only smirked at her. "Famous last words..." he mocked.
This only seemed to infuriate her more. "What makes you think you can talk to me like this? Treat me like this?" She exclaimed. Her voice was showing the raw emotion she was feeling.
"Well, you haven't given me any reason not to, you see." He replied smoothly. He took a couple of steps towards her. "From the way you've been acting lately you can't demand any respect from anyone, let alone me."
Hermione felt tears of frustration in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. "You never respected me in the first place. I wouldn't ask that from you. But that still doesn't give you the right to play around with me!"
"But the problem with that is, Granger," He stepped so close to her that the tip of her wand was poking his chest. "You've been letting me. That's the beauty of it."
Those were the words that broke Hermione's anger. She knew he was right. He had nothing to do with this. Had she wanted to stop this, she could have from the very beginning. If she had been stronger, none of this wouldn't have happened. Goddamn, why was she so weak? Wasn't she supposed to be strong and brave? Hermione had lowered her wand without realizing it and had she looked up at Malfoy she would've seen a triumphant expression on his face. Oh, Merlin, please help her...
She felt an arm encircle her waist from behind. He had slipped behind her without her noticing and was now pulling her flush against his body. Hermione relaxed, her eyes closed. "Granger you are so weak when it comes to me... It's so empowering to be around you and see you melt in front of me. I love the sense of power I feel around you. It's so erotic..." He whispered in her ear.
Hermione sighed, knowing she was once again fighting a lost war. "It's nice to know I make you feel so good about yourself, Malfoy." She replied, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
He chuckled. She shivered.
"You have no idea..." he ground his hips into her from behind, letting her feel his aroused state.
"But all you have is my body. That is the only part of me you control." She told him in between whimpers. "My heart and soul will always belong to the people who love me."
"So be it, Granger, but I can still get satisfaction out of the fact that I create so much turmoil in your head." He replied. "That I make you act against everything you believe in and what others expect of you." His hands moved up her arms to her shoulders, playing with the thin straps of her gown. He moved them over her shoulders and let enough space in between them for the silky material to fall down to the ground. She was in only knickers now.
Hermione shivered as the cool air touched her bare nipples. His hands moved down to play with them. Hermione sighed as she felt him stimulate her in a way that no other man could. She wanted to cry. She was truly weak. What was it about this man that made her act so promiscuously? Why, even though he admitted to hating her, did she let him abuse her mentally and verbally over and over again? Why was it that she felt that there was something else to him?
"We're taking this upstairs." Malfoy whispered and turned Hermione around to face him. He picked her up and she instantly wrapped her legs around him. He began kissing her and she kissed back with the same amount of frevor. He led them upstairs and around a maze of hallways, without once looking where he was going. Finally, he opened a door and stepped inside a room. Hermione had no time to analyze her surroundings as she was hastily carried over to a bed and plumped down.
Malfoy was on top of her a second later, his lips all over her body. Hermione moaned out loud. Her skin was on fire. There was no other way to describe it. There were flames all over her body, especially on those places where his lips landed. His fingers fumbled with her panties for a second and quickly pulled them down her legs. Now being completely exposed, Hermione wanted the same from Malfoy. She began tearing at his clothes, eagerly wanting him to be less dressed.
He seemed amused by her hurry and quickly helped her undress him. Soon he was equally as naked as she was. Malfoy's hands were teasing her clit, making her writhe underneath him. His hands were on fire and they were burning her skin up with every touch, sending her nerves into overdrive. Why was it that she weakened so in front of him? Why was it that he could make her so pathetic with only one look? But damn, did she love it when he touched her so. All thoughts were pushed away as his fingers claimed her hole and his thumb still played with her clit. She couldn't take it any longer.
"Merlin!" She screamed as her muscles tensed around him. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of her until she calmed down from her orgasm. His mouth lowered onto hers once again but instead of kissing her he caused her to yelp in pain as he bit her tongue.
"Wrong." He hissed against her mouth. "It's Malfoy."
He didn't give Hermione chance to respond as he thrust into her with force. Hermione moaned out loud. Oh, fuck.Hermione thought. Malfoy began pounding into her, not even caring about whether he was making her hurt. Either way, he wasn't. Hermione was in bliss and could not form single thought as her body was penetrated so harshly by a man she completely despised. Never before had she ever felt this sense of pleasure with any other man.
"You like it, don't you?" Malfoy hissed at her, never slowing down his pace. "You like being my little whore. You like the power I have over you. You're addicted to the fact that you're doing something wrong. Something that no one expects of you." Hermione moaned at his words. She didn't know why but his explanation seemed so right at the moment. She bit onto his shoulder, making him groan. "You like being naughty and having your brains fucked out by your enemy because it's everything you stand against. Everything you're not supposed to be you are when you're with me. You like your imperfection. Breaking the rules. Rebelling." She could feel her muscles tense up again as every single drop of pleasure built up in her abdomen. "Oh, Granger, you're so naughty. Nothing but a little slut."
He thrust into her one last time and they both erupted, stars appearing behind their eyes. It was like a cannon effect throughout Hermione's body. The wave of pleasure erupted from her belly and spread throughout every single nerve cell in her body, making her writhe and moan loudly, screaming Malfoy's name in the process. Malfoy thrust into her a couple more times, riding out their orgasms, before finally collapsing and falling down next to her.
For a couple of minutes they both tried to regain their breath, the smell of sex surrounding them both. Finally, as Hermione began to feel sleepy, Malfoy sat up and looked down at her. "You're staying here tonight." He told her. "I want you in the morning."
Without another word, he got up and walked out of the room. Hermione, being too tired and exhausted to really comprehend what he had said, let herself drift off into a deep sleep. She would deal with whatever it was in the morning.
AN: Hey guys! I'm so so so so sorry for the long wait! But I swear I have a legit excuse! I've been packing and moving in the past couple of months, not to mention my finals and end of semester crap that's been going on! But now that I'm moved in I only have to work on getting my computer fixed up and then I can write more! I promise! Especially now that it's summer!
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