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Warning: I do believe my story might end up being a wee bit dark
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Chapter three
Hermione sank back. She pressed her shivering body as far back as she could into the soft pillows.
He merely waited, allowing the uncomfortable silence to stretch out between them. By now he had hoped to hear the soft rustling of her clothing falling away from her body.
The small girl paled as she saw how his hand curled into a tight a fist, and his eyes flashed with annoyance. "Now," he snarled, struggling to contain his fury with her.
Still, she simply lay there, petrified.
Draco bit out a curse, leaned in closer to his bed, and reached out his arm until his slender fingers aggressively latched onto her ankle.
The pain that shot up through her entire leg broke Hermione free of her fear induced trance.
She gasped in horror as Malfoy pulled her towards him and began tearing at her clothing.
He could feel how her petite body trembled underneath the angry ministrations of his rough hands.
She screamed and tried to push him off. He had her pinned under his strong body preventing her from escaping. She closed her eyes shut, letting hot tears stream down her cheeks. Her shrieks grew so loud and frantic, that he momentarily let go of her. She managed to scratch his neck as he subdued her again.
Draco didn't feel pain, but grew even angrier at her insolence. He struck her. The impact of the slap caused a trickle of liquid to expel from her mouth.
Somewhat dazed, she wiped at her mouth with her left hand and felt him slightly get up.
Draco's silvery blond brows drew in together to form a scowl. He was thoroughly disgusted at having to be the one to undress her. Damn mudbloods, they couldn't do anything right. He opened up his silk shirt, cast it aside, and refocused his attention back onto the near nude girl. Although her face was turned to the side, he still saw how tightly shut her eyes were. What he saw near her mouth, though, made him stiffen, but her exposed hips almost made him groan. Draco closed his eyes shut.
His heart began racing in dread, a small part of him prayed that he was only living in a nightmare, one that he so desperately wanted to awaken from.
For the first time since the attack on her person began, Hermione turned her head, her large teary brown eyes landing on the tense Slytherin that stood before her. Against her will, her eyes instantly lowered and quickly roamed down his body taking in his creamy alabaster skin, taut abs and a small trail of dark blond hair that disappeared into his trousers. He was well-built. Only years of sports could create such a body.
She blushed in earnest at his shirtless state. She'd never seen a boy exposed to that extent. Hermione was a shy girl and believed in the notion of love, just like Luna did. A loud sob tore from her throat as she concluded, from her barely concealed body, that after Draco was done with her, no wizard would ever come to love her. She pressed her legs up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, averted her gaze, and began to once again back away from her aggressor.
A ragged sound brought Draco out of his musings. He opened his eyes, his silver gaze locked onto the crying girl huddled against the pillows on his bed.
It wasn't a dream. It was real. She was real.
"Turn around," he ordered in a sharp voice.
For the first time ever Hermione gathered the courage to insult Malfoy. There were tears in her voice as she called him a rapist.
The blond let out a cruel laugh, "At least look at me when you try to insult me," he mocked.
"No," she refused in a watery voice. Had Hermione not kept her gaze averted, she would have seen how infuriated her defiance made him.
"Then I'll make you," growled Draco.
Draco didn't even try to suppress his anger. How dare she call him a rapist, disobey him? She needed to learn her station. He visibly shuddered at the sickening notion of taking his pleasure with a filthy mudblood.
He moved towards the sobbing girl, caught a grip on her hair, and violently yanked.
She fell to the floor with a thud.
He smiled as he saw her forehead connect with the marble. Hopefully this time a concussion would occur. He placed his boot on her delicate back and pushed down.
Hermione started shuddering. There was a blinding pain in her scalp. She started sobbing uncontrollably as she recalled being in such a similar position not too long ago. He was pushing down with so much vigor, that she found it increasingly difficult to breathe.
The tall Slytherin bent down and lowered his head to murmur in her ear, "The mudblood finally learns her place."
He heard her small struggled gasps for air. He extracted his polished boot from her dainty back. If there had been any truth to the redhead's words, then killing her was not in his best interest.
Her lungs greedily took deep breaths of air. Draco closely inspected her frail back and let out a vulgar curse. Every single word that damn Montgomery boy had spoken to him was proving to be true so far. Deep down, he had hoped the redhead had actually lied to him. He would much rather deal with tracking down and disposing of a liar than to deal with this mess. Against his better judgment, he began tracing the faint markings. There was no denying it now. The blood bond was taking effect.
Hermione's spine stiffened as she felt Malfoy's cold finger dig into her back. She was perplexed as to why he kept running his fingers in a same weird pattern.
"I am so fucked," whispered the Draco in a soft voice.
The girl heard the odd comment above her, but wisely chose not to voice her confusion. She didn't want his erratic temper directed at her.
He straightened up, stalked across the room, plopped down in an extravagant upholstered chair and harshly told her to get up.
She tried and failed several times to get up.
He didn't help her, merely watched with an amused expression.
Hermione's vision swam as she tried to get up, to no avail, for a fifth time.
"Come here, filthy mudblood," he bit out.
At his harsh command, she put more effort into her attempts, stood up, but then fell down again as her wobbly knees buckled underneath her. Her lightheadedness prevented her from trying again. She felt so sick.
"I can't," admitted Hermione in a too quiet whisper.
"What was that?" asked Malfoy with a sneer.
"I-I can't stand up," she repeated in a slightly louder voice.
He smiled in a perverse manner.
"You can crawl," he provided.
"No, please..." she broke off and looked up to see her tormentor. He looked like a ruthless king sitting on his throne, but without a shirt. Against her better judgment, her brown eyes once again redirected to the dark blond hairs that began at his navel and disappeared into the confinement of his trousers. She furiously blushed and averted her gaze as he noticed.
Unable to control himself at her obvious innocence, he laughed. "Do you like what you see, mudblood? Do you want it?" he mocked, shifting his legs to give her a more revealing view of his groin.
The mudblood was inspecting all the wrong parts of his anatomy. He watched, laughing cruelly as her crumpled figure cowered from his unwavering gaze.
"If you don't start moving, I might be tempted to retrieve you myself," threatened the impetuous Slytherin.
Draco started to get up.
Hermione's heart started thumping so loud in her ears at his threat, that she was amazed he couldn't hear it. She summoned all of her remaining willpower, planted her hands on the marble floor and proceeded to blindly drag her body towards him. She ignored the icy cold feel of the floor against her bare midriff. She only stopped when she accidentally placed her hand on a leather boot. His boot, she realized in fear. She drew her hand quickly away, a tremble of trepidation coursing through her.
Draco intently observed the pathetic mudblood crawling towards him. He stood up in front of his upholstered chair and simply waited. He smirked as she lifted her face upward, opened her big brown eyes to meet his silver grey ones, in a silent request of forgiveness for unknowingly and blindly touching his leather boot.
Hermione's slightly blurry vision finally subsided as she focused on Malfoy's cold, unrelenting eyes. Her tired gaze then began to lower, despite her attempts at keeping eye contact.
Her eyes widened in horror when she noticed a familiar blue tinted liquid seeping from his wounded neck.
"Malfoy... there's something wrong with your blood," said the girl in a quivering voice.
Said wizard grimaced and replied, "Don't you mean our blood?"
"What?" she asked in a barely there whisper.
He nodded towards her tiny left hand.
Hermione brought her left hand to her face for closer examination and nearly fainted at the sight of the same blue tinted liquid smeared across it. She looked down at all the injuries that Malfoy had inflicted on her person. Every single scrape on her body was oozing that strange blue liquid, but what really stunned her were the bizarre faint markings on both sides of her hips.
"My hips..." began hermoine, but was interrupted by Draco.
"Don't you mean our hips?" hissed Malfoy, putting extreme emphasize on the 'our'.
The brunette looked at the blond's exposed narrow hips and gasped.
He had the same markings, in the exact same place.
. . .
Theodore Nott ran his fingers through his light brown hair as he went down yet another hallway. He was supposed to see the blond at dinner, yet when he made it to the Great Hall everyone in the Slytherin table had told him that he had left long before the food was brought out by the fairy cooks. Theo could have have sworn the Headmaster, Severus Snape, hired the fairies only to torture every single hot-blooded male in the school. He smirked as he recalled when Blaise found himself a bit... 'excited' at the sight of a particularly pretty fairy flying above him with a tray full of food during lunch. It didn't matter that the incident happened years ago, Draco and him would never let the arrogant Italian live it down.
His smile faded as his mind drifted to Draco once again. Even Blaise, the most unconcerned wizard known to Theo, seemed worried and had actually passed up the opportunity to go on clean up duty with the fairies, and instead volunteered to help him locate Draco.
As soon as they had finished wolfing down some food, Theo and Blaise had ventured out of the Great Hall to look for their blond friend. They knew something was wrong with him. Draco had never acted so out of character in their presence.
He may have thought he had them fooled, but they knew better. In order to save time, Blaise decided to search outside the school, while Theo searched inside. Theo couldn't find a trace of him. He even went back to check if he returned to his dorm room, at least three times, but he wasn't there.
On the restricted and deserted section of the school, a blonde witch pulled her wand closer to her, holding on so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and looked out toward the deserted hallway. She exhaled impatiently. Hermione wasn't in here either.
Luna was uncharacteristically on edge tonight, any small sound seemed to frighten her as she searched for her missing Hufflepuff roommate. Another bolt of lightning made her jump yet again. The world outside the school was drowning.
The girl paused in front of one of the large windows, admiring how the little streams of water decorated the crystal glass. The rain grew in intensity, the trees groaned in protest as the heavy beating of water tore down their wispy branches.
Far away in the distance she could see the outline of the bright orange cloud. The cloud made her feel so calm and serene. She had the sudden urge to go out in the rain to get a better view of the beautiful cloud, despite the raging thunderstorm. All of her attention was focused on the alluring cloud, that she never heard him coming.
Having now reached a new corridor, Theo pulled out his wand. Rigid, he slowly walked towards the unsuspecting short wizard that seemed to be rooted to a spot in front a large window that displayed the min's hypnotizing cloud.
"You know, I could've sworn the min's cloud only affected witches," said a snide voice behind Luna.
The figure swung around, her empty stare now centered on the light haired boy.
"Oh... it's you. No wonder I mistook you for a boy," spat Theo. He really hated the witch. She would always question his sexuality in front of other witches. He usually tried to ignore her, but she didn't let him. He really, really hated her.
The girl with dirty blonde hair remained unresponsive, her eyes glazed.
"What the are you doing here?" questioned Theo.
Luna was still a bit dazed from the trance she had currently been under, her dark blue eyes were wide. No answer.
"Well? Are you deaf or merely too stupid to comprehend?" repeated the tall wizard.
Luna finally blinked, "I only wish I were deaf. Not having to hear your shrilly voice would be a blessing," she snapped. Her eyes narrowed and glittered dangerously as she pointed her wand to his chest.
Theo was, dare he think it, relieved that Luna had finally gone back to her normal self. The haunting look that had been previously plastered on her face had been eerie.
"What are you doing here? Besides waiting for your lesbian lover," he mocked as he walked towards her with a very evident glare adorning his delicate features.
She glared back at him. "Ah, so that's why you're here," slyly replied Luna with a smile forming on her smug face.
Two perfectly sculpted light brown eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Oh, I'm sorry are my words too complex for your underdeveloped brain?" taunted Luna.
Theo's face felt like flames were scorching it. He ran a hand through his hair and replied, "You're not making any sense."
"Look, you even blush prettily, just like a witch," she teased.
His hazel eyes narrowed in response. She only laughed humorlessly at his unspoken warning.
"In fact, I bet you were sorely disappointed about me not being a wizard you could have a sleepover with," explained Luna with a wink.
"Shut up," he growled. He was trying to reign in his rage, but it wasn't working. She was pushing his limits
"Hey, I call it like I see it. You don't have to hide how you really are with me," she said with an assuming smirk.
He had enough.
Theo reached out, grabbed her wand in a fluid motion, broke it, and flung the pieces down the dimly lit corridor. His gaze locked on her upheaving chest.
Luna's smirk faded as he stalked towards her. She swallowed and stepped back and hit the window, she had nothing to defend herself with.
He gave her a sardonic smile revealing perfect white teeth. "And what am I really like?" he angrily asked.
She remained completely silent, and then slapped him with all of her might. Her palm tingled. To her complete surprise he didn't move an inch, and only gave her a long look.
Then, without a warning, Theo quickly covered the space between them, and pressed her body against the window with such force that a crack was heard. She gasped at the painful connection, then looked up in alarm at the attractive Slytherin.
"I think you look boyish enough for my taste," he hissed, an unknown emotion glinting in his eyes.
His hand grabbed, in a bruising grip, the side of her small face and forcibly tilted it up until his firm lips crashed down on her trembling ones. It wasn't a tender kiss. He was showing her that he was the dominant one, despite his delicately chiseled features that led her to believe otherwise.
Luna groaned in discomfort. She never knew a kiss could be so excruciating. She could only dig her small fingers into his strong back.
She struggled against him, and stiffened as he forcibly nudged her legs apart with his knee.
The surprised girl gasped at the foreign sensation running amok through her body as he nestled in between her thighs.
Theo took advantage of her shock by plunging his tongue deep into her unsuspecting mouth.
She tried to bite down, but he merely pulled her hair back in a sharp warning.
He didn't stop until he thoroughly punished her mouth. Theo smirked when he lifted his head to see her swollen lips and glistening eyes.
"Let go of me!" she screeched, blindly reaching for the hand still entangled in her hair.
She pinched, scratched, and smacked at his his hand, but nothing seemed to work.
In her desperation she tried slapping him again, but he pulled on her hair with such additional force that she whimpered.
The hazel-eyed wizard suddenly seemed amused at her futile attempts, which only further aggravated Luna.
"Let go," she repeated in a shrilly voice.
"Not until you apologize," Theo stated.
"I won't," bit out Luna. She wasn't going to back down, even though her rising fear was making her regret her words. She had no idea he was this strong or aggressive.
Disbelief shone in his eyes for brief moment before they narrowed. She was more feisty than he had thought.
"Apologize", he demanded, his voice growing cold. Theo's anger was slowly dissipating and being replaced with annoyance.
"No", countered the stubborn witch.
Theo was getting extremely tired of the girl. He really didn't want to spend more time in her unbearable presence, but she obviously had not learnt not to fuck with him.
"Fine, we'll do this the hard way," explained the wizard in dark voice, glaring at her.
Luna swallowed hard as his glare intensified. He looked at her with such hatred.
She felt him shift his body, pressing deeper into hers.
Despite herself, she blushed.
His free hand settled on her waist and slid further down.
Luna's eyes now widened at his exploring touch.
He smiled at her horrified expression, but he thought it odd that for being such a vulgar and outspoken tomboy, the little blonde was acting like as if no wizard had ever touched her like this before. He knew she wasn't a lesbian, he merely called her one because she would always heavily insinuate that he was gay.
"Stop. Okay, I-I'm very sorry," blurted Luna, hoping to deter him.
Theo shrugged his shoulders at her in indifference as he continued with his exploration.
"No," he said, a mocking tone laced in his voice.
She continued apologizing, yet Theo remained completely unaffected by her words.
"You know, I've always wondered why you never wear skirts. Do you have something to hide? Maybe you're not much of a witch after all," he taunted, his fingertips brushing against the front of her trousers.
Luna inhaled sharply at the sexual implication of his words and actions.
Frantically searching for a way to escape, Luna studied her captor, his gaze was cold and indifferent. Her fear skyrocketed as she felt him undoing her trousers. She shook her head in denial, unable to bear the thought of him being the first to touch her in this way, taking this special moment away from her.
"I know, you wish I was a wizard," she forced the insult of of her bruised mouth, defiant, even as everything within her screamed to remain silent, to think of a better way to stop his onslaught.
His smile faded and his grip on her slackened. He couldn't believe that she still had the gall to insult him even in her current predicament.
She took the opportunity to strike him even harder this time, hoping that it would be enough to break his grip on her hair.
Theo's head snapped to the side from the impact.
The wizard growled, sounding more bestial than anything.
"You fucking bitch," whispered Theo venomously, feeling the blood trickle down his wounded nose. Rage welled up in him, hot and ugly.
Luna looked up at him and nearly fainted at the look in his eyes. She had gone too far this time. She could see it in his eyes.
The witch swallowed against the panic gripping her and jerked away from him, fully intending to run away.
In a blur, his hand captured her neck, preventing her from escaping.
He viciously pushed her against the window.
Luna coughed as the wind was knocked out of her.
Her vision started blackening, her oxygen getting cut off, she struggled against the pain of his grip.
Luna started bucking to loosen his unbreakable hold.
Tears started streaming down her face.
Theo heard her wheezing and looked at her tear-stricken face. Should he stop before he actually hurt her? He mentally shook his head. Hell no. Of course she wasn't pure. He knew from experience that feisty witches like her were never pure. Besides, he just wanted to teach her a fucking lesson.
He let go of her neck, and saw as she took in greedy gulps of air. He was still holding her body firmly and was surprised to feel his body slowly start responding to hers. He smirked and thrust his hips.
The witch stiffened as she felt his hardness against her softness, her face flushing even more.
"Oh, so you want me to fuck you?" he ground out as he thrust again, taking notice of the blush staining her face.
"Stop," she pleaded, her fear now very evident.
The corner of Theo's lips lifted, he couldn't help it. The more she feared him, the harder he got.
Luna groaned in discomfort. The zipper of his trousers was painfully digging into her.
A crack was heard.
"The window!" she screamed in alarm.
He ignored her and continued with his assault. He was starting to get painfully aroused.
Theo yanked her hair back again until her head hit the glass, and began sucking at the tender, exposed skin of her neck.
He undid her trousers and brushed his fingers against her womanhood.
Her back arched and created another crack in the already splintered window.
She opened her mouth to scream, but he covered it with his hand.
"Relax, I'm not even inside you... yet," he whispered.
She bit down hard on his hand until he removed it.
"I'd rather die than let you do that," she hoarsely whispered. Her throat felt raw.
"You'd rather die than let me fuck you? Well, don't worry; I plan on breaking the wall behind you. The long fall will definitely kill you," he said as he found her velvet folds.
She begged him to stop even as he inserted a long finger deep inside her.
Theo's body tightened in anticipation. He hated that his body was responding to hers in such a way, but he couldn't help it. She was so tight, her muscles clenching his long finger. He felt her sensitive core already wet and hot. He slipped in another finger as she squirmed. She felt so good.
Luna made a distressed sound as he pushed deeper still. It hurt. It really, really hurt.
"Put your legs around me or you'll fall. I'm the only thing you can hold onto," he said with a smirk.
She shook her head in denial, then felt as he shrugged his powerful shoulders.
"Then I guess this is goodbye," he said in a nonchalant voice.
He rocked his hips one last time. The glass completely shattered. Shards rained down on him.
She emitted a sharp piercing scream as she fell back.
He felt the rain and wind lick at his body and looked down at her slowly disappearing body.
. . .
On the other side of the school, Draco Malfoy sneered at Hermione.
"They're on our backs, too," he explained, disgust coating his words.
"But... what are they?" Hermione questioned as a nauseous feeling came over her.
He was about to explain when he saw her faint at his feet.
Great, that's just exactly what he needed right now.
Sighing in irritation, he stepped over the mudblood, and after uttering a couple cleansing spells he crawled under the covers. He was too tired to shower. He would take his nightly shower in the morning, instead.
Before he closed his eyes he cast a spell that bound Hermione in platinum chains to his upholstered chair. He didn't bother to cover her near naked sprawled body or reinforce his concealment charms in his dorm room.
Besides, who on earth would look for him on a Saturday? He knew for a fact that Blaise and Theo always left for the weekend. They were the only ones that both knew his password and would actually dare to go in his dorm room. He let his tired eyelids drift down.
Had he taken his shower, he would have seen the bright blue wand that was placed right next to his sink.
. . .
Blaise Zabini stopped his long stream of Italian curses as he heard an ear splitting scream. He ran, or more so hobbled towards the sound and turned the corner just in time to see a whirlwind of debris, rain, and glass. Someone was caught in it, but he couldn't see clear enough to determine their identity. He began walking back, when the booming voice of Theodore Nott stopped him in his tracks.
Theo's hazel eyes still peered down from the destroyed window, into the darkness that had swallowed the stubborn witch. He laughed as he still heard her faint muffled screams. Wiping away the blood on his face, he decided it had been long enough, he stepped back, and shouted a very complicated spell that literally brought the witch right back up in such a fashion, that it appeared as if someone had reversed time.
After gathering herself, Luna peered at his cruel face. "You're a monster," she said in a trembling voice, her eyes red and puffy.
He didn't deny the accusation.
She suddenly ran away from him, but he froze her with a spell. He walked right up to her, and did a slow circle around her still body.
"Don't worry, I promise I won't kill you now that I know what's between your legs," he said to the living statue with a leer. He kissed her unmoving lips, and with that, he left her.
Once the spell wore off, the blonde girl fell into a heap. After she made sure he was gone, she stood up ignoring the pain in between her legs, zipped up her trousers, and ran back all the way to her bedroom.
Theo had just finished stretching himself when he felt someone behind him.
"That was an interesting promise," said a weak voice.
The light brunet jumped at the feel of someone's dripping wet and cold hand on his shoulder. He whirled around. He nearly screamed at the creature that lurked in the shadows... and then began to chuckle at his friend's unfortunate appearance.
Blaise was soaked to the bone. He looked pale, had scratches and tears all over his clothes. In addition, he had dirt, leaves, and a couple of wispy broken branches stuck to his person. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably and he was missing a boot. He looked terrible, yet managed to smell even worse.
"What the hell happened to you?" asked Theo in an amused voice.
Blaise's bloodshot eyes narrowed, before he could reply, Theo cast a few spells on him. Blaise almost looked decent now, except he was still missing a boot and his eyes looked exceedingly tired.
"Finally! I thought I was going to freeze to death!" yelled the haggard boy in a slightly stronger voice.
Theo simply gawked at him as if he were mad.
"Don't look at me like that," said Blaise with a dramatic snort.
Theo chuckled at his friend's childish behavior.
"What happened to you?" he asked, again.
"I got caught in the thunderstorm," explained Blaise.
Theo rolled his eyes, "Yes, I figured as much, but why didn't you use your wand?" he asked incredulously.
"Oh, yeah about that. I forgot it in Draco's restroom," replied Blaise in a quick voice.
"Again? That's the third time this month," complained Theo as his eyes hardened.
"Yeah, I know," said Blaise in an exhausted voice.
Theo didn't like how tired his roommate sounded and looked.
His eyes softened as he realized Blaise was getting sick.
"Ah, I see. Let's go get it, then. You're going to need it when we leave in the early morning. Besides, I want to see if Draco turned up. He should be in by now."
"Let's hurry because I really need to shower. I think my own stench is making me dizzy," said Blaise.
Theo smiled at that, but then grew serious.
"Hey, Blaise about Luna..." began the hazel-eyed boy. Blaise interrupted him and said with a wicked grin, "I understand. You're physically attracted to lesbians that hate you, and I'm attracted to fairies that treat me like a bloody eunuch. Now that you know how it feels, you can no longer ridicule me for wanting something I can't have."
"Fine, but considering that fairies are genetically programmed to abstain from sex until they marry a male of their own kind, I would just like to point out that my fantasy is much more realistically achievable than yours," protested Theo with a smirk.
"Well, at least all sorts of fucked up things are admissible in our dreams," Blaise replied with a small shrug.
They then looked at each other and laughed as they walked down the staircase that led to Draco Malfoy's private dorm room.