Warning: The following chapter contains a graphic and disturbing scene of rape and torture. It is not suitable for all readers. Please proceed with caution.
Chapter Two: Violated
A smug Draco dragged his prey into the Room of Requirement, passing the hidden entrance three times before it finally revealed itself. A sinister grin spread across his face as he surveyed the bed in the center of the room, equipped with chains and restraints. He threw the limp body of Hermione Granger onto the bed, her school uniform discarded and left in a pile on the floor.
With precision and malice, Draco stripped her naked, barely taking notice of her perfect curves as he tossed her clothing aside like trash. Once she was fully exposed, he propped her up against the headboard and covered her body with a sheer sheet.
Examining her carefully, he couldn't help but think how easy this would be. "Nice body," he thought to himself, "this won't be so bad."
His eyes then landed on a bedside table adorned with magical sex toys, from whips and chains to various potions and spells meant to inflict pain and pleasure simultaneously. A wicked smile crept across his face as he realized just how much fun he was about to have breaking the Mudblood - not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. "She could have been an excellent wife and mother," Draco mused, tracing a finger over her small yet perfect breasts. "If only she weren't a Mudblood."
With a simple thought, Draco summoned a fireplace beside him and tossed in some floo powder before lowering his head into the emerald flames. With a roar, he shouted for Lord Voldemort.
When his head stopped spinning and he could see clearly again, Draco found himself kneeling before the Dark Lord. "Dragon!" Voldemort bellowed, causing Draco to quiver with fear before regaining his composure.
"My Lord, the target is now in my grasp," he declared, his voice trembling with fear and excitement. But Draco couldn't help feeling a sense of pride as he spoke to the most powerful wizard in the world.
"Excellent. Have you completed the spell to ensure her pregnancy?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Good. Wake her up at midnight and complete your assignment. Make it excruciatingly painful for her," commanded the Dark Lord with a chilling smile.
The floo connection was severed, and Draco felt himself pulled back to his body.
With just ten minutes left before it all began, Draco's heart raced in anticipation. He walked over to the bed where Hermione Granger lay sleeping, his wand at the ready.
As the clock struck midnight, Draco chanted fervently, "Meus Quietus Victor, Suscitatio." He watched with a twisted satisfaction as Hermione began to stir from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a look of terror on her face. Draco took a step back, relishing in the thrill of carrying out this dark deed for his master.
Hermione's eyes slowly opened, her mind still foggy from whatever spell Malfoy had cast on her. As her memory began to clear, she jolted upright, the silk blanket slipping off of her and revealing her naked body to Malfoy's hungry gaze.
She frantically looked around and recognized the familiar room as the Room of Requirement. And then she saw him - her worst nightmare come to life. Her last memory was of him casting a spell on her.
"Malfoy!" she cried out in shock and fear.
"Mudblood," he sneered, his eyes glued to her exposed form.
"Why did you bring me here?" Hermione demanded, panic rising in her chest as she realized how vulnerable and helpless she was under his gaze. Her eyes followed his stare to see that she was completely unclothed, causing her to let out a scream and grab the blanket, desperately trying to cover herself from his lecherous stare.
"Stop it, Malfoy!" she begged, conflicted between feeling violated and furious at him for putting her in this humiliating position.
Draco's smirk widened as he approached her, his eyes full of malice. Hermione desperately tried to hide her fear, but he saw it and relished in her discomfort. "You are mine now, Mudblood," he sneered, pinning her with his gaze.
Filled with rage, Hermione raised a trembling hand to strike him, but Malfoy was too quick. He grabbed her wrist in a vice-like grip and pulled her close, his breath hot on her face. "Don't bother fighting; you have no chance," he taunted before crushing her lips with a brutal kiss that left them bruised and swollen.
Hermione struggled against him, but his grip only tightened as he trailed kisses down her neck, leaving angry red marks in his wake. She whispered pleas for him to stop, but Malfoy ignored them and continued to ravage her flesh with his mouth.
In a swift motion, he produced handcuffs and secured her wrists to the bedposts before moving onto her ankles. Hermione fought against the restraints, panic rising within her as she realized the true extent of Malfoy's sadistic intentions.
"It's futile to resist," he growled, revelling in her helplessness. With a cruel laugh, he descended upon her once again, determined to break her spirit and claim his victory over the Mudblood.
"Malfoy, please!" Hermione cried out in despair as she realized there was no escape.
"Quiet, Granger," Malfoy hissed, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. "We're just getting started."
The whip whistled through the air, striking Hermione's back with a sharp crack. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, her body jerking against the chains. Again and again, the lashes fell, leaving angry red welts across her pale skin.
Hermione's mind reeled, torn between the lingering pleasure from before and the stinging pain. She didn't know how much more she could take. Just when she thought she might break, Malfoy paused.
He stepped close, running a hand possessively down her back. "You're doing so well," he murmured. "Such a good little mudblood."
Hermione shuddered at his touch, hating how her body responded. She felt his breath on her neck as he leaned in to whisper, "Now, let's see how you handle this..."
The words "Malfoy, no, please!" were spoken in a desperate, pleading tone.
Hermione's body trembled as she felt the sting of the whip on her back. Her mind was consumed with agony, drowning out any other thoughts or sounds. She couldn't even cry out in pain, knowing that it would only bring more punishment. But a small part of her couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction for enduring this torture, knowing it was for a greater cause. The conflicting emotions surged through her as she braced herself for another lash of the whip.
Malfoy's twisted laughter reverberated through the dimly lit dungeon, each cackle laced with venomous malice that sent shivers down Hermione's spine. His voice dripped with a sickening delight as he spewed his words of superiority, the sound piercing Hermione's very soul and leaving her trembling in fear and disgust.
Draco's lips curled into a cruel smirk as he lifted his arm high, the leather whip gleaming in the dim light of the dungeon. With a swift flick of his wrist, he brought it down on Hermione's exposed back, leaving behind a fiery red welt and drawing blood. She let out a piercing scream, her body shaking with each strike. Despite the pain, she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out for mercy. But as he continued to lash her, she could feel her voice becoming hoarse and her body weakening.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Draco suddenly stopped and looked at her with a chilling gaze. Her tear-stained face turned to meet his, silently pleading for him to end this torture. But instead, he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Such a pretty sight." And with that, he raised his arm once again and struck her with renewed vigour. The world around her faded into a blur as she succumbed to the agony of Draco's relentless punishment.
With a sneer, Malfoy brandished his wand and made intricate gestures in the air. "Go ahead and cry, Mudblood," he spat as the bed was summoned forward, its sheets twisting and contorting in response to his magic.
Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she realized her surroundings—she was back on the bed, but this time, the cool metal of chains bit into her wrists, binding her to the ornate bedposts above. The room around her was dimly lit, shadows flickering from a single candle that cast an eerie glow on the walls, amplifying the sense of impending danger. Her breath quickened as she turned her gaze to Malfoy, who stood before her, his movements deliberate and sinfully smooth.
He slowly began to remove his clothing, piece by piece, each layer falling away like barriers between them. The way he moved was mesmerizing, yet it sent a chill through her entire being. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her, the realization that she was completely at his mercy settling heavily in her stomach. The mixture of fear and a strange thrill coiled together, making her acutely aware of her vulnerability. Every silent second stretched into eternity as her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this dark and perilous moment that threatened to consume her entirely.
"Malfoy, you've caused enough damage for one day. Please, just stop," Hermione implored, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. Her heart raced as she stared into his cold, calculating eyes, hoping for a glimpse of sympathy. "Let me go, please," she continued, her tone softening, almost pleading. "I swear I won't say a word about any of this to anyone. I promise…" Each word was laced with urgency as she tried to reach the part of him that might still feel compassion.
A faint blue light pulsed from the tip of Draco's wand, illuminating the dim surroundings and casting eerie shadows across the walls. It enveloped Hermione's trembling form like a gentle embrace, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. She gasped sharply as the magical energy surged through her, a soothing balm that sought to mend the deep, ragged wounds marring her skin. The crimson flow that had stained her clothes began to slow, gradually subsiding until it ceased entirely, leaving behind a ghostly, pale sheen.
Draco lowered his wand, his features set in a mask of grim satisfaction, every angle of his pale face reflecting the weight of his decision. "There," he said, his voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of something darker. "You won't die... at least not from blood loss."
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a potent blend of fear and defiance. The immediate threat to her life had subsided, but a new tension crackled in the air between them. "Why are you doing this, Malfoy?" she demanded, her voice trembling just slightly, betraying her underlying vulnerability. "What do you want from me?" The question hung heavy in the air, filled with a mix of suspicion and curiosity, as she tried to decipher the motives behind his unexpected act of mercy.
He smirked, a flicker of mischief dancing in his icy blue eyes as he deftly twirled his wand between his fingers, the polished wood glinting in the dim light of the room. "Oh, Granger," he drawled, his tone dripping with condescension. "Always so full of questions. But I'm afraid you're not in a position to demand answers right now."
Draco stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His shadow stretched ominously over her as if he were a predator sizing up his prey. Hermione instinctively tried to retreat, pressing her back against the cold, unforgiving wall. The metal handcuffs clamped around her wrists felt painfully restrictive, biting into her skin, a harsh reminder of her current predicament.
"You see," he continued, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that sent a shiver down her spine, "you have something I need." His gaze hardened, a flicker of intensity sparking within it. "And I intend to get it, one way or another." The threat lingered in the air, heavy and palpable, as the tension between them grew thicker, wrapping around them like an invisible shroud.
Malfoy carefully lowered himself onto the plush bed, its soft comfort contrasting with the tension in the air. He positioned himself directly over her, his silver-gray eyes locking onto hers, a mixture of curiosity and intensity flickering between them. The faint light from the nearby window illuminated his features, casting shadows that accentuated the angular lines of his face. There was a palpable stillness as he hovered. The room was charged with unspoken thoughts and emotions, leaving her heart racing beneath the weight of his presence.
"Please, stop," she begged, her voice trembling with desperation, her eyes searching his face for a hint of understanding. However, he remained silent, an impenetrable wall of indifference that only deepened her sense of helplessness.
With a forceful tug, he spread her legs apart and plunged himself inside of her. She let out a sharp cry as he thrust in and out, causing her body to jerk with each motion. He stared down at her contorted face, relishing in the pain and torment etched across it. Grinning, he increased his pace, driving himself deeper and harder into her.
Draco, a cunning and sadistic young wizard with grey eyes and a cold, calculated demeanour, had been waiting for this moment for years. Finally, he had total power over his long-time nemesis, Hermione Granger, and he intended to use it to its fullest extent.
As he thrust into her, he could feel himself losing control, but he didn't stop. He knew that he had to make Hermione pay for all the times she had outsmarted and humiliated him in front of their peers.
They moved from one position to another, each one more torturous for Hermione than the last. And yet, Draco wasn't finished with her. He continued to torment her, revelling in the power he held over her.
When he finally climaxed, he didn't stop there. He picked up Hermione, still limp and defeated, and carried her out of the Room of Requirement. He was relieved to see that the hallway was empty, allowing him to carry out the next part of his plan without interruption.
He hurried to the second-floor bathroom and locked the door with a spell. He placed Hermione on the floor with their clothes and proceeded to defile her once again. As he looked into her lifeless eyes, he felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he had finally broken her in body, mind, and spirit.
As he dressed and left the room, his laughter echoed off the walls, a chilling reminder of the evil that had just taken place.
A/N- Alright, it's done. The next chapter should be released soon, hopefully, new and improved. Goodbye!
Here are the spell translations from this chapter:
- "Meus Quietus Victor, Suscitatio" = "My sleeping victim, awaken"
- "Immunda Cruor, Ego To Order Vos Ut Subsisto" = "Dirty blood, I command you to stop."
- "Defigo" = locking spell (canon)