Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does.
Warning: I do believe my story might end up being a wee bit dark.
A/N: Okay, so I'm obviously terrible at updating consistently, but I haven't given up on this story. This chapter is short, but I think it serves its purpose. In other words, this chapter needed to happen for a reason. Anyway, enough rambling! Enjoy!
Chapter Twenty-One
Hermione's breath came in a sharp, sudden gasp as she felt his long, thick length pressing against her. She closed her eyes, feeling her body come alive, every nerve ending in her body pulsating, a warm, moist sensation began pooling in the junction between her thighs. Her nipples tightened, hardening into rosy pebbles.
Draco bent his head, and crashed his lips onto hers, hungrily feeding off of her.
His mouth aggressively explored hers, his tongue dominating hers into submission.
One of his hands cupped her buttocks, further pressing her body against his, relishing in the feel of her petite body molding into his much larger one, while the other slowly, one finger at a time, tangled into her thick hair. He angled her face for better access, kissing her long and hard. His lips left her mouth, trailing kisses down her jaw. He forced her head back, making her arch her back, exposing her injured chest to him.
Self-conscious, Hermione tried to cover herself once again without being aware of it.
"Why are you so shy? It's nothing I haven't seen before," he said, unable to keep the annoyance from his voice.
His grey eyes watched, fascinated, as her color crept up her face, her eyes reflecting her embarrassment, then darkening with another emotion he couldn't quite place.
She turned her head away from him.
"I don't want you to see," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
"Don't want me to see what?" he questioned, perplexed.
"The marks," she answered.
Draco winced, remembering the outlining hand-prints of bruises he had seen marring her soft skin.
"I don't care. I want you," he confessed after a pause, knowing full well she thought the marks somehow made her ugly. It was partly true. He did want her. However, he did care about the marks, a lot more than he liked to admit. The fact that she was assaulted by a pair of low-life muggles, a situation that he could have prevented, still didn't sit well with him.
Hermione reluctantly removed her shielding arms away from her chest, the blush on her cheeks deepening even further at his admission.
To Draco's surprise, she angled her body closer.
He gazed at her for a moment, and the without breaking eye contact, he cupped a firm breast and took the peak into his mouth, suckling and nipping at the rosy bud.
His hand kneaded the small mound before it moved downwards.
She closed her eyes in ecstasy, her small fingers gripping his silvery hair, a moan wrenching from her throat as he expertly teased her.
His tongue then made its way onto her bruises, soothing the stinging flesh.
Hermione shuddered of the erotic sensation of his tongue swirling over her sensitized skin, waves of pleasure cascading over her.
His teeth soon joined in, gently scraping and teasing her aching breasts. She opened her eyes, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as her bruises seemed to vanish right before her eyes. With each kiss, scrape, and lick, the pain that had been previously radiating through her, lessened and morphed into something else.
He released the hold he had on her hair, and straightened up, using his body to press hers up against the marble wall behind her.
He tilted her chin upwards, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
Flames licked at Hermione's skin, her belly tightening in anticipation.
His wandering hand pushed against her womanhood, his member throbbed as he felt how wet and hot she was for him.
He wanted, no, needed to take her.
Draco harshly plunged two long fingers, deep into her core, stretching her, preparing her for his invasion.
A sound escaped her throat.
He felt her stiffen as he quickly pumped his fingers in and out of her, her throaty moans sounding strained. She gripped his arm with force, her blunt nails digging into his heated skin.
In that moment, Hermione felt a sense of déjà vu, and heard the whisper of a sound. It was faint, and sounded far away, but became clearer with each passing second. She soon realized it was her own muffled voice, screaming at someone that was pounding into her, uncaring of his size and strength.
She suddenly remembered how he had taken her body as if she belonged to him, forcefully tearing into her innocence, unconcerned with the extreme pain he was causing her. He had been brutal, solely concerned with his own pleasure, while she was trapped underneath him as pain she had never before experienced coursed through her.
Horror slammed into her, hard, even as her body burned and throbbed with need, as she realized she was about to go through the whole ordeal once again.
She gasped, going rigid with shock.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked, concern lacing his voice as he noticed her features were twisted in pain, her eyes swimming with tears.
He could feel her small muscles clenching around him, but her body was tensing up.
"Stop," she said, abruptly pushing at the hard wall of his chest.
Tears started leaking out of her eyes as confusion and self-loathing seized her mind. She wanted him, wanted him more than anything, and that alone made her feel humiliated. To encourage her tormentor, the wizard that plagued her nightmares and kept her awake at night, to tease him to this extent while knowing what a horrible, vile man he was, was crazy.
What was wrong with her? Malfoy had to be one of the most evil men she knew, yet here she was practically throwing herself at him.
As more memories of the grievances he had committed against her resurfaced, the harder she found it to breathe comfortably.
"I can't," she whimpered, turning her face away from his heated gaze, whilst continuing to shove at his chest. Her breath coming in uneven, sudden gasps.
Even as she fought him, her body wantonly moved against him, a reaction she couldn't suppress. It was almost an instinctual need to want to merge their bodies.
Draco very gently removed his fingers away from her entrance. Fire was raging inside his belly, and spreading through his bloodstream. He burned for her, but despite this he tried with great effort to ignore his body's ravenous demands, to contain the inferno threatening to destroy his self-control.
The mixed signals she was giving him confused him.
She was telling him over and over like a mantra that she couldn't go through with it, yet her hips moved against him, her body actively seeking his out.
He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, to feel her come undone in his arms, but not like this.
Not while she was crying and panic-stricken. No, he wanted her to be sure.
Draco was about to ask her what was wrong when he felt waves of fear crash over him. It wasn't his fear, it was hers, and it was overwhelming. It was exactly like the last time he had somehow experienced her emotions, except this time the fear had doubled. He still didn't understand how or why he could pick up on her emotions, but right now he didn't care. He just wanted to know why she was so terrified.
He moved his body away from hers, giving her room to calm down, but remained close enough to look into her eyes, which were presently closed.
There was a small moment of silence, the water licking at their nude bodies, while he waited for her erratic breathing to stabilize.
She slowly opened her enormous, teary eyes as his gaze roamed over her delicate face, trying to figure out why her fear was still so palpable.
He closed the distance between them, and gently lifted her chin.
"What are you so afraid of?" he questioned, searching her eyes.
"I'm afraid of you," she answered, trying to avert her gaze.
He tightened his hold on her chin, not allowing her to look away from him.
Draco was about to ask her to be more specific when he felt a strange fluttering in his mind.
Images and flashbacks in which he saw himself through someone else's eyes started to invade his mind. It didn't take long for him to figure he was seeing himself through her eyes. The memories were jumbled, except for one. He inwardly flinched at the specific memory.
Hermione looked into Draco's hazy eyes, it looked almost as if he were under some sort of enthrallment.
She didn't know what to do. She wanted to get out of the shower, but he was blocking her exit.
Without warning Draco suddenly released her chin, and took a step back.
He looked at her with a weird, bewildered expression in his eyes.
A/N: Did you like it? Don't hate me for teasing you guys! This had to happen for my story to proceed in the way that I want it to! Oh, and if there are any spelling mistakes, it's Caitlin's fault for not being awake to revise my writing. Reviews are always treasured. Thank you for reading.