It had been hours since Draco and Blaise had left. The cell was pitch black. Like a grave. Hermione shivered in the cold, her hands still bound above her head. Suddenly a loud clank! Then a long creaking sound.
"Lumos" Draco's voice commanded.
"I expected I was left for dead," Hermione questioned Draco rudely.
"Now why ever would I want you dead little mudblood!" Draco smirked, "When you're so much more fun alive."
"Go to hell," she spat and looked away from him.
Draco grabbed her chin painfully, forcing her to look at him. "Watch what you say to your betters or you will suffer, I promise you that!" he threw her head to the side.
Hermione watched in disbelief as Draco walked over to a chair and began undressing himself. "What are you going to do?" she questioned timidly.
"Take a wild guess, Granger, you're the smart one." He laughed.
"But I thought you said...you told Blaise he couldn't...I thought..." her voice trailed off.
"I wasn't going to let Blaise rape you. I said nothing in regards to myself...or whomever else."
"Whomever else?" Hermione repeated.
"Just shut up and stop asking stupid questions," Draco said as he climbed up onto her.
"Please," she whimpered. "Don't do this, it's not you." He smacked her across the face.
"I decide what is and isn't me. You don't have any idea. No idea at all what could happen to you. Just be grateful." He started pinching and sucking on her nipples.
"Grateful! Fuck you! You have no idea what's going to happen to YOU!" She was kicking.
Draco slapped her again. "Stop fighting me, Granger!"
She kicked harder. He slapped harder.
"Don't make me beat you," he threatened.
"Does this make you fell powerful you sick freak! Go ahead, beat me to a bloody pulp. Kill me. Grow some balls you disgusting pervert!"
Draco grabbed a fistful of her hair. "One more word from your filthy mouth and I will whip you bloody."
Hermione sucked in a deep breath and stared Draco in the eyes. She saw it again. That pity, fear, sadness sort of thing. She calmed down.
"That's my girl," Draco smiled, grateful for her submission. "It will all be over soon."
He began sliding his fingers along her slit; dry. He moved down the bed and placed his head between her legs. He licked her between her folds. She trembled a little. He placed a finger insider gently slipping in and out and rubbed her nub with his thumb. "Ohh," she moaned a little.
"Feels good doesn't it Granger," he said coyly. "No, I hate you," she responded.
"You're body doesn't hate me though," he smiled as he spread the now dripping juices around her entrance." He traced his finger up her pelvis past her belly button, and swirled it around her breasts.
"Has anybody ever told you how beautiful you are," he said and then pressed his lips against hers.
Draco placed his hardened member against her.
"It will only hurt for a minute," He tried to assure her. "Then it will feel good, I promise."
Draco impaled himself inside of her in one swift thrust breaking though her barrier. She lurched in pain. "Oh Granger, you're sooo tight," he shuddered in pleasure.
He paused allowing her body time to adjust to the intrusion.
"It hurts so bad, Draco," she whimpered. Her arms and legs were trembling uncontrollability.
"Wrap your legs around me," he whispered. She looked uncertainly at him. "It won't make it hurt more, I promise, it will be more comfortable for you, just do it." She did.
"Now, I'm going to unbind you're wrists, but you've got to promise not to fight me." He looked at her, really not sure how she would react to the freedom. "I wasn't kidding about whipping you," he added, just to be sure.
The ropes disappeared.
"Put your arms around my neck," Draco instructed as he slipped one arm behind her head. She obeyed.
He began moving slowly back and forth in smooth movements. Hermione made some pained noises but did not struggle.
Draco felt her relaxing and began to pick up pace. Soon he was pounding in and out pretty hard.
She started whimpering louder... was it whimpering?
He continued his vigorous thrusting. Suddenly her muscles contracted tightly around his member, squeezing and releasing. He came and collapsed against her. She was breathing very hard. He looked at her face. She had come too.
Draco pulled himself out of Hermione and quickly got off the bed. Hermione sat up a little placing a sheet across her breasts to cover herself. "So..what now?" she asked quietly
He didn't respond as he redressed himself and then made his way toward to cell door.
Hermione curled up on the bed, terrified. Would he just keep coming back to rape her over and over. Would Blaise do the same? Who else? Or maybe he'd just kill her now that he'd had her...her mind swarmed with all the possibilities.
Draco stared back at her sadly. Guilt clearly written all over his face.
"I don't know yet," he eventually responded.