The old woman, Cilla, brings in a basin of warm water. "He likes his girls clean," is all she says to Hermione, and she gets the feeling that the servants aren't supposed to talk to her.

Hermione washes Draco's seed off her, scrubbing at her skin harder than is necessary. Out the window, she can see that it's already late afternoon. He said he would be back tonight.

The rest of the afternoon passes by sluggishly. Part of Hermione wishes it would go on forever, while another part just wants to get it over with. After tonight she will know what will be expected of her.

And she doesn't intend on resisting – at least not too much. She saw the way he looked at her when she ran, the way he relished having to hold her down. He likes forcing her and she doesn't want him to get suspicious of her sudden obedience. So she will resist a bit, but not enough to get herpunished.

Dinner is brought in as the sun begins to set. Hermione's stomach is so in knots she barely eats a bite. She paces and sits and paces and sits until she hears Draco's voice outside the door.

"… not to be disturbed this evening," he says.

Hermione was standing by the window, but she scurries back to the sitting area as the door opens.

It's the look in his eyes that strikes fear in her heart. It's cold, unflinching, and unmistakably hungry. He stands by the door, just looking at her. She tries not to tremble even though all she wants is to sink into the floor and disappear.

Draco crosses the floor quickly. He rips the robe off her and grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

"In the future," he says. "You will greet me at the door on your knees, nude." He pulls her hair back a little bit more and she whimpers. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, your highness," Hermione whispers.

He slaps her hard across the face. "We must speak louder if we are to be understood."

"Yes, your highness," she says.

He nods, satisfied, and drags her by her hair over to the bed. "Lie down," he says, letting go of her hair.

Hermione hesitates, looking at the bed and then up at him. "I–"

He picks her up and throws her onto the bed unceremoniously and before she can react, he's on top of her. He rolls her onto her back and pins her arms above my head. He straddles her hips, leaving her legs useless to resist him.

"Do you know what I love about fucking a virgin?" Draco asks in a low voice, and Hermione stares up at him. "The first time you thrust in, and they find out that the first time is not only pleasurable – it is also painful." He smirks. "And most of them actually wanted me to fuck them." He gets a thoughtful look in his eyes and reaches down between her legs. "Although…" His fingers come back wet. "Perhaps you're not entirely unwilling."

And she can't just lie there and let him imply that she wants him. So, she begins to struggle; she wiggles my hips and kicks her legs and tries to free her hands from his grip. It's no use of course, but she has to show that she's here against her will.

Draco just grins and presses her harder into the bed. "Or maybe not."

With his free hand, he undoes his pants and takes out his cock. Hermione keeps struggling, instinctively, terrified about what's about to happen. He simply reaches up to the headboard, where there are cuffs attached, and shackles her wrists there.

Both hands free now, he forces her legs apart. There's nothing she can do to stop him from sliding the head of his cock through the wet folds of her pussy.

"Please don't, please don't," she whimpers, helpless against his strength.

"Look in my eyes," he orders, and the way he says it makes her obey. "I want to see."

Hermione didn't expect him to be gentle, but she also didn't expect him to thrust his cock in all in one go. But he does. He forces it in even when it feels like it shouldn't – can't – fit. She cries out in pain, trying to get away from him, trying to kick her legs, as he stretches her pussy.

He grunts in satisfaction and she's not sure if it's from her tight pussy, or her reaction. He presses in until he bottoms out and then he stops briefly, his cock feeling like it's filling her up completely.

"So good," he says, before pulling out and thrusting in again faster this time, and faster and harder, again and again.

And it still hurts, it does, but it turns into a different kind of hurt. A kind of hurt that mixes with a strange perverted pleasure that turns her gasps and cries into something else. The first time a needy-sounding whine escapes Hermione's throat, Draco laughs, even as he keeps fucking he.

"Is my cock that good, whore?" he asks mockingly. "Are you begging me for it already?"

She shakes her head emphatically, but just then, his cock hits a particular spot within her, and she moans loudly.

A part of her – a dark hidden part of her – wants him to keep going, wants him to fuck her until that coiling tension inside is released.

As he fucks her harder, that feeling grows and grows until he finally pulls out, breathing hard. Her hips twitch up involuntarily and he grins.

"My father is right," he says. "Siring a child with you would be bad, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun with your pussy." He leans over a bedside table and opens a drawer. He takes out a glass cylinder the size and shape of his cock. Herione's fear once again makes him smile and he wastes no time in thrusting it into her pussy.

Hermione is initially determined to not let it affect her as before, but then he begins to rub her clit. He begins slowly, with slow thrusts and slow touches to her clit, building up the tension again until it is almost unbearable.

The word slips past her lips against her will. "Please…"

Draco slows the strokes until his hands are nearly still. "Please, what?"

Hermione rolls her hips to get the glass cock inside her again. "Please, your highness."

He pulls it out of her pussy and takes his fingers from her clit. "What do you want?"

It's more humiliating than anything he has made her do so far and she can't bear to say it, even as her hips twitch at the loss of contact.

"Not broken yet," he murmurs, more to himself than to her.

And she thinks that must be it, but then he shoves the glass cock into her pussy again. His fingers are on her clit, rubbing hard and fast as he fucks her pussy. She bites her lip against the shameful sounds that want to come out, but she knows she can only hold them in so long.

Draco doesn't let up, eyes trained on her face as he keeps the rhythm going. Finally, she can't take it anymore and lets her mouth fall open, moaning and begging in an incomprehensible stream of babble.

"Please, I – please, just – oh my god – please…"

When Hermione comes, the feeling is unlike anything she has ever experienced before. It rolls over her entire body, making her tremble and shudder, and her muscles tense and release. Her pussy twitches around the glass cock as Draco pulls it out. He rubs her clit a few more times, which is now so sensitive it almost hurts.

The shame comes next, prompted by Draco's triumphant expression. She cannot believe that she let herself get caught up in the physical pleasure. She hates him and she doesn't want to be here, having these things done to her. She knows that making her come was part of his plan to eventually break her, but it doesn't make her feel better about falling for it.

"Well," he says. "That was illuminating, for both of us, I imagine."

He releases her wrists from the shackles on the bedframe and pulls her out of bed, only to tie them behind her back.

"And as much as I appreciated the opportunity to be the first to fuck your pussy," he says as he leads her over to the wave-shaped couch. "I have been looking forward to this first more."

Draco pushes her down over the high end of the couch and she realizes that through my shameful orgasm, she had forgotten that there was more to come. His large hands grip her cheeks and spread them apart. She can hear him stroking his cock behind her and braces herself for the inevitable.

And while Hermione knows it's going to be worse than the first time he thrust into her pussy, that knowledge does not prepare her for the sheer blinding pain. He thrusts his cock into her asshole with no preparation or time to adjust and she screams. Her bound hands clench into tight fists and her legs shudder – and would have given out if she wasn't held up by the couch. Tears prick her eyes and by the time he's bottomed out, they stream down her cheeks.

The way her asshole is forced to stretch to accommodate him burns. When he pulls out, she gasps in relief and then scream again when he shoves inside.

With her pussy, the pain eventually gave away to pleasure, but as he continues to fuck her ass, it doesn't happen. It hurts a little less, but that is all.

Draco, on the other hand, groans in pleasure. His hands grip her hips tightly, only letting go to smack her ass every now and then. The sharp pain of these strikes barely registers.

"So fucking tight," he grunts. "You don't enjoy this as much as your pussy, huh?" He smacks her ass. "But you're my whore, so you'll have to learn to like it."

When he comes, deep inside her, the feeling makes her want to squirm away, but he holds her fast. He thrusts in a few more times, as though wanting to make sure his seed stays inside.

When he finally pulls out, Hermione feels herself relax again, falling limp against the couch. His hands stay on her, spreading her cheeks as he inspects her holes. With one finger, he probes her pussy and then her asshole, making her hips twitch, trying to get away from him.

Draco pulls her to her feet by her bound wrists and makes her face him. He looks at her red-rimmed eyes and the tears on her cheeks, but also the angry set of her jaw and the hatred in her expression.

"I haven't broken you yet," he says. "But we're well on the way." He grins. "And until then, there's nothing quite as hot as a fighter."