Chapter 7: Spilled Thoughts
He woke up to in the midst of an organism. His senses were trying to take in everything that was going on, but all he could feel was his pleasure. His eyes closed he took in his surroundings the best that he could while his body shuddered in uncontrolled spasms. He opened his eyes to a sight he thought he would, and should never see.
Hermione topless, moaning with her head back, breasts arched forward. Her hair was wet and sticking to her face, her lips were trembling with desire. She looked nothing like any woman he had ever been with. Her breasts were small, but perky with nipples so perfect he wanted to kiss them. Her stomach was flat, and you could see her ribs easily. She was sexy but looked sickly at the same time.
Was he dreaming? He tried to talk, but his mouth wouldn't open. He tried to move, but his body seemed to be locked in place. No, this wasn't a dream, he was starting to remember what happened in the hallway. He remembered his fall, and the blackness that soon followed.
The psycho mudblood had knocked him out, and now he was in some dark room. She was using him, his body, to get her rocks off. He was disturbed, and delighted. He started to panic, he was still unable to defend himself in anyway. She could very well kill him, or harm him, in this state.
She was looking at him now, her eyes wide and full of passion. She looked spent, relaxed, and had a slight upturn to her lip that could only be pulled off by a slytherin. He felt her hand leave his cock, he hadn't even known it was there, and touched her neck. While looking right into his eyes she rubbed cum, oh god his cum, from her neck over her breasts to her naval. It was so erotic, and so nothing like he would ever see the virgin queen on gryffindor ever do. He could feel himself getting turned on, already, and so shortly after he just spilled himself all over her.
"Dont worry Malfoy, you wont remember a damn thing. I guess you were wrong about who would be the one getting raped. However, it seems..." She reached down between her legs "You really enjoyed me touching you."
No woman he had ever been with was this brazen sexually. No one he had slept with before would ever do something so dirty with his seed. He didn't want to forget. This was a sexual conquest for himself that was unlike no other. Granger of all woman. He was going to get her back, he would find a way to remember this. He would return the...
"OBLIVATE!"
His mind was empty, his thoughts flowed out, and new thoughts and memories flew in. He caught up with Granger in the hallway, only to stand behind and watch her walk back to their shared quarters. He gave alot of attention to how her skirt sometimes lifted while she walked to show a sliver of tan skin underneath. He became hard with excitement, fuck it, he was going to take what he wanted. Who cared about a mudblood anyways. He would rape her, take her precious virginity, and make her forget it even happened.
Hermione grinned wildly above Malfoy. She was so talented at this, that she could create any memory she wanted for him. She could make him do anything she wanted. They were connected now as she created a new memory, something she dreamed about him doing to her for many weeks. His responses would still be natural in the memory, she was only nudging him in the right direction. Like a teacher redirecting a child. She knew he could never truly rape her, like she did to him, he was resisting the idea greatly.
He watched her jump through the door, and this was his moment. With a few wards, and charms he insured no one would hear anything that would happen in that dorm tonight. He looked from left to right, double checking no one saw him. He rubbed his cock through his jumpers, hard and painful as he touched it. The idea of taking her virginity was to much to bare. He grinned, and closed the portrait door behind him.
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