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*This chapter contains rape. Please be advised before reading. If you have any problem with this, please do not continue with this chapter. You are forewarned. I do not condone the act of rape on any individual. This is only fiction. Thank you!

Springing from his bed, Draco could still smell the sandalwood scent of Granger in his head. He tasted her tongue, her skin with his mind, remembering the dream so vividly. They had made love in his bed, he had tasted the sweet juice between her legs, and he made her beg for the feel of him inside her. Before he realized what he was doing, Draco found his fingers in his mouth, searching for her with his tongue and he ached to see her face. He could have sworn it had just actually happened…that she was still sitting on his bed, waiting for him to crawl under the covers beside her. Even his most hormone riddled masturbation sessions had never been that resplendent and realistic. Or terrifying. For Hermione had never asked him to kill her after a passion filled fantasy either. This was ludicrous. He had to speak to her now. Well, soon. He couldn't approach her with a throbbing erection.

Draco took some time to change out of his pajamas and into a pair of slacks and a shirt. He needed to calm down and think. What was he going to say to her? What was there to say…ask? He dabbed cool water on his face from the pitcher on the bedside table and eased himself back onto his mattress, covering his burning face with his hands. Draco wanted to go back to the past and just pretend nothing had ever happened. He wanted to get away from the manor, his parents and everything…especially The Dark Lord. Blurry eyes dropped to the dark burned mark on his left wrist and his heart hurt. What had ever possessed his father to insist on a future like this for his own son? Parents were meant to love and protect their offspring. Not turn them into suffering, miserable servants of an insane murdering dictator. Draco had once craved power, but now all he wanted was normalcy and the end of this demented war.

Around midnight he slipped out his door and crept down the hallway, listening intently. No noises. Nothing. Moving slowly as not to cause the floorboards to creak, Draco made his way to the hidden passage and down to the cellar. She was still lying, cuffed to the table, unconscious. There was a bowl of cold, uneaten soup sitting on the floor nearby. Grafl had been in to feed her but had obviously not been able to wake her.

"Granger, wake up. We need to speak."

There was no reaction. The torn and bloodied sweater had crept up during her confinement, exposing a few inches of stomach. The bruises inflicted by his aunt had already begun to deepen and turn a sick purple-black.

"Granger. Wake. UP." Draco demanded, approaching the table. He hated how vulnerable she looked and he hated himself for caring.

"Damnnit, I said WAKE UP!" His had flashed out and before realizing what had happened, Draco slapped her hard across the face. Anger was welling up inside him again. He was furious with her for being stupid enough to be caught. He was even angrier at Potter and Weasley for taking her along and allowing her to be a part of this. Draco knew they were absolutely worthless without Hermione. She was the brains in the operation, and they hadn't even been smart enough to make her protection a priority. It was a wonder they had gotten as far as they had without being caught before now. Draco's fist punched the wood table beside her head. This was maddening. Part of him wanted to pick her up, kiss her awake, and smuggle her out of the manor. The other part of him just wanted her to be gone.

"I hate you." Draco whispered whether to her or himself he wasn't sure. Draco took a deep breath and smelt…sandalwood. The sweet, earthy, salty mellow scent of her hair and skin took his breath away. It was so distinctive. Nothing had ever made him feel so happy and confused at the same time. Draco's head moved of its own accord, dropping to cover Hermione's lips with his, "I hate you so much."

He smashed his lips down harder, sucking her bottom one between his and delighting in the soft texture of it. One hand wound fingers through her long, disheveled hair while the other fumbled with the button and zip of her trousers. Breathless and gasping for air, Draco pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers. Unadulterated lust pounded through him, coursing through his veins, blinded him, as he blankly stared at nothing, seeing the image of her face as she came on top of him, crying out his name.

"Why do I need you so badly? I can't think. Stop me from doing something stupid. Stop me, Hermione."

When no words were spoken, Draco's hands moved and drew her pants down her shapely hips and thighs. The cloth underneath had a distinct blue striped pattern.

"Lord, help me!"

Draco unfastened his own pants and they fell around his ankles. Moving up and onto the table, he could feel his erection growing as he shut his eyes, tightly, imagining her laying on his bed and how her breasts felt in his hands. "Great Merlin, I need you. Now."

Fingers hauled her knickers aside and Draco positioned himself over her, kneeling. His other arm snaked under her lower back and with a sharp thrust, he entered her. She was so tight and warm, "Is this what making love feels like, Hermione?" His dream words reverberated in his ears. "Is this what making love feels like?" With a sigh he buried himself deeply in her, feeling a slight resistance break. Draco moved, his entire body aching with need. His hips jerked hard and he felt a warm build-up in his stomach. The only thing that mattered was this second, this moment in time with her, and feelings he had never thought he could muster surging through his body. He lowered his lips back onto hers and pumped his groin faster, his hips jerking hard for a minute or two until he felt his seed spill out into her. Harsh, rapid breathing overtook him and he blinked, pulling away from her lips.

What? What had he done? He looked away and slid his arm out from under her. He was so ashamed…what possessed him to this? Looking down, Draco noticed tears seeping from under soft black eyelashes and saw her hands flex in the manacles. Lifting himself back onto his heels Draco pulled out of Hermione. His hand flew to his mouth, glimpsing in stark reality what had just happened. Blood glistened on her thighs, and his dick was covered in bright scarlet.

No.

A wave of fury and revulsion at himself exploded in his head. He hadn't known. If he had, he would never, couldn't have. He hadn't known! Surely she and Weasley…they had feelings for each other…isn't that what…NO! She was too beautiful and smart and funny…they must have.

"Seeing though your eyes, sir."

"Oh, Gods!….NO!" The urge to be sick rose in his throat and he crawled off the table, glancing away, unable to look at her face. Kneeling on the ground with his face smashed in his forearms, Draco clutched at his hair. He had destroyed her. Taken from her the only thing that was hers and hers alone, to keep…to bestow. This was not a fantasy concocted in his hormone addled teenage mind. It was a terrible and cruel thing he had done. Worse than even the killing curse. The thought burned in his brain, he raped Hermione Granger. He had taken her innocence.

Pointing his wand at himself, Draco whispered, "Scourgify," and hastily returned his pants to proper position, buttoning them with shaking fingers. Hearing a muffled whimper, Draco stood and gazed at Hermione, finding her mouth trembling, tears flowing down her face. He would never forgive himself for the terrified and broken look in her eyes as she stared at him. He felt moisture on his own face and realized, for the first time in years, he was actually weeping for someone. Someone to whom he caused ultimate pain. Draco brought his wand up and pointed it at Hermione's forehead. For a second, the terror she felt was nearly tangible and Draco swore he could taste it in the air. She glared at him for a moment and then looked away.

"Do it. You've already taken what you wanted." Hermione's voice was tight with unshed tears and her cracked, pained words went right through him making him shudder with remorse, "My life is meaningless now. Just kill me and let it be over."

His heart wrenched but he opened his mouth, wand shaking, and muttered, "Obliviate," watching as her eyes went out of focus. The eyelashes fluttered as she closed her lids and Draco hastened to pull her clothing back to its rightful place. Placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb traced the outline of her bottom lip. He felt numb and cold. He felt like a monster. Bending to reach her ear, Draco whispered, "Mione, I am so sorry, can you forgive me for this? I am so sorry. So sorry. Please," Salty drops fell from his cheeks onto hers, "I never meant to hurt you...I didn't know. Please." He dropped a light, soft kiss on the corner of her mouth and as he pulled away, it broke his heart to see a tiny smile perk on her lips only to fade an instant later