A/N: So this chapter ended up being way longer than anticipated (oops), there will be 3 chapters in all now. If you'd like me to continue past the 3rd chapter, please let me know in the reviews. If there is a demand, I shall deliver. I haven't done smut in awhile - so please feel free to critique me. I don't recall the description of the Manor or Draco's bedroom (if there was one), so Im just going to make up my own. I hope you enjoy!
They apparated in front of tall iron gates. At the top of the bars, the metal curved and dipped to form the words 'Malfoy Manor.' The rain continued to fall, soaking to the bone and silence ensued. She had become used to silence and learned to take solace in the overwhelming peace it offered.
A shiver ran down her spine, both from the cold and from the memories of her torture at the manor, as she took in the building ahead.
'Break her,' Lucius had demanded. Only two words and yet they held such gravity and promise. A promise of pain. A promise of death.
She looked up into the face of her childhood tormentor- standing beside her with an unreadable expression. Hermione could only imagine what those words entailed. No doubt hours of endless torture before death would finally greet her.
Give me a C-R-U-C-I-O. What's that spell? Crucio, Hermione thought sardonically.
She took a small measure of comfort in knowing that in death she would finally be free. Freedom. Hermione yearned for it. She would fight for it until her very last breath. Until her heart no longer pumped her 'mud' blood and her soul left this world. The notion terrified her, but she was ready and had been for quite some time.
Draco held steadfast to her arm as she tried in vain to free herself from his grasp- forcing her back to reality. Twisting this way and that, Hermione fought against his hold, even going so far as to claw at his face. He effortlessly caught her small hand and simply ordered, "stop."
A glare was his only response and instead she continued her attempts to maim him. Draco applied pressure on her hand, squeezing the delicate bones until Hermione hissed in pain and ceased her attack.
"Good Granger," he praised as if she were a dog that had obeyed its master. The little brunette still had so much fight left in her, despite everything that had happened. Malfoy knew he would enjoy what was to come. Immensely.
Draco released her and turned his attention towards the gates once again.
Slimy bastard, she thought as she cradled her injured hand to her chest.
He pressed his palm against the giant metal padlock in the center and instantly the gate sprang to life. The bars shifted, groaned and changed form, morphing the letters to spell 'Welcome Draco.'
Pushing open the gates, they walked the long path towards the entrance of Malfoy Manor. An onlooker might have mistaken them for a loving couple out for a mid day stroll- if it weren't for his bruising grip on her arm and the looks of hatred she shot at him every five seconds.
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The Manor was exactly as how she remembered it. Dark and unfeeling. Beautiful nonetheless, with its high ceilings, marble floors and ornate furniture. But it was a cold beauty, the kind that could only ever be observed, but never be felt. This house was not a home.
Pulling her small form behind him, Malfoy led her through the grand foyer, up the main staircase and down a hall. All around her, moving pictures of ancestral Malfoys screamed profanities at her and then they screamed at Draco for allowing shit to cross their threshold. Generations upon generations of bigots, the supremacist apple never fell far from the Malfoy tree.
At the end of the hall Draco took a sharp right and suddenly they were in what appeared to be his bedroom. A huge four poster bed was the centerpiece. Opposite the bed stood a large fireplace and in front- a large carpet.
Draco shut the door behind them and finally released his vice-like grip on her upper arm. Immediately she turned and bolted for the door, only to find it locked firmly in place. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he watched her struggle.
She had not seen him withdraw his wand to cast a locking spell. Instead he had chosen to perform wandless magic.
No doubt to see how I would react to a supposedly unlocked door.
Strolling over to the fireplace, he lit it with only a few silently mouthed words. Again, no use of a wand. His skill without a wand was truly amazing and despite the situation- she couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
Like moths to a flame, Hermione found herself drawn to the warmth of the fire, her clothes still soaked through from the rain. Water and dirt fell onto the now identifiable persian rug. A smug smile of satisfaction lit up her face. The rug would be ruined.
"Come here." He stood a little ways behind her. Watching the orange light from the flames dance across her face. Hermione didn't move a muscle.
Draco eyes flashed angrily and emitted a low growl at her defiance. In three short strides he was standing directly in front of her- a hair's breadth away. In anticipation of a 'crucio' or perhaps a more hands-on assault, she tensed. Instead, he uttered a few words and suddenly the cold and grit vanished from her skin. She was clean and dry- no longer dripping mud on his carpet.
Confused at this, she searched his face. Malfoy's eyes were pitch black, not the stormy grey she had become accustomed to. His jaw was set as he looked down at her. He licked his lips.
A million possibilities flashed before her mind before settling on one.
No. It can't be...Not that.
Her 'mud' was what made her untouchable. It was a small grace. During and after the war, they had suffered beatings, maiming and torture. All manners of pain that man could cause- save one. The Purebloods hated touching them unless it was to injure, because they were dirty. Therefore none of the Mudbloods were ever violated in that way- to do so as a Pureblood would be to soil yourself beyond compare. She could not understand the look in his eyes.
Her fears were confirmed however, as she was abruptly tossed onto the silky black sheets of his bed. His body followed hers soon after and she found herself trapped beneath his weight. Hermione fought hard under him, thrashing wildly and beating her fists anywhere she could land them. She landed a good punch to his face from which he recoiled- cradling his nose and cursing, "fuck woman!"
Scrambling out from under him she made a bee-line for the large window on the far side of the room. The only source of light illuminating the room, save for that of the fire. Something caught her ankle and she was unceremoniously dragged back to where she started.
"I'll forgive you for that, Granger. If you're complacent," he purred near her ear. The hot air blew across her skin and she trembled a little.
"Never."
He smiled at this. "Just as feisty as ever. I like that." Draco tightly held her wrists above her head with one hand. The other began to trace light, teasing circles over her flesh- down her exposed arms and up the column of her neck.
Franticly she blurted, "I'm filthy."
He frowned a little at this.
"Not anymore, I cleaned and warmed you up." Draco continued his ministrations on her skin. Now darting his tongue out to lick over her pulse point.
"My blood, you idiot." she emphasized the word, practically shouting it. "Taking me would be the end of your reputation. Imagine what your father would say? Knowing you willingly laid with filth."
Draco paused at this and pulled back to sit on his heels. Cocking his head to the side before throwing his head back and releasing a short laugh. "Yes, I was taught that Mudbloods are inferior, filthy creatures- on par with the house elves. However, I was also taught that Malfoys always get what they want. And do you know what that is?"
Hermione sucked in a breath, daring to meet his eyes. What she saw unnerved her greatly-pure, unadulterated lust swam in those depths.
"I want you, Granger." Malfoy growled a little as he spoke her last name. "But how positively Slytherin of you, trying to manipulate me with weak threats. It's my word against yours. I wonder who Father would believe, you or I..."
Slowly trailing his last sentence, Hermione knew he was mocking her. She also knew with great reluctance, that he was right. No one would believe her. This realization caused her resolve to waver slightly.
Sensing this, Draco took action. Recapturing her wrists, he slowly unfastened the buttons on her once pristine dress shirt. As each button came undone and more flesh was revealed, he placed hot, open mouthed kisses across her silky skin.
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