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- 1-Revenge is Sweet
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There isn’t a war between the Light and the Dark exactly. There is discord about muggleborns and half bloods and their place in Wizarding society but it is yet to blow into all out war.

Hermione isn’t just a muggleborn and an annoying know-it-all, she is a female version of Draco. She’s conceited, she’s arrogant, she’s pretty (and knows it), she lords her intelligence over the other students and she gloats about her grades. Draco has been looking for a way to put her in her place and this is what he came up with.

Chapter 1

The Quidditch after party was in full swing. Gryffindor had thumped Hufflepuff but as the finals were already a foregone conclusion no one really cared and everyone was more interested in having fun. With so many people in the room, no one had yet to notice that the Slytherin seeker was missing. Certain snakes had noticed, of course, but they knew better than to advertise their princes’ disappearance to everyone.

Draco however was at the party. He was currently under the most powerful notice-me-not charm he could perform and was slowly making his way around the room, trying not to bump into to many people. Reaching a corner that had an annoying know-it-all mudblood holding court, he carefully poured a potion into her constantly moving cup as she regaled her intelligence over the lesser peoples. He bit back a snarl when the precious liquid was nearly split onto the floor beside her. The potion was the culmination of two years work and he wasn’t about to let her ruin it in a fit of self importance.

For the rest of the night he watched as she drank more and more of the potion. Finally the night came to an end and with it the Gryffindor’s court. Draco watched as she called out a pompous farewell and left the Hufflepuff common room. Silently he followed keeping under the notice-me-not charm in case they came across anyone and simply because he wasn’t entirely sure the potion was working yet.

Just as Hermione was about to walk up the stairs that would take her towards the tower, Draco cast the activation spell. She froze. Still unsure whether if that was due to the potion he stayed behind her as he gave instructions that lead her to the Slytherin common room and then beyond. Being a prefect was quite a coup in Slytherin. You were actually given your own rooms that could be accessed by the corridor as well as by the main dormitories and it was to his own room that he was now leading her to.

Inside, he quickly erected privacy and silence charms before turning to his co-prefect with a malicious smirk.

“Take all your clothes off,” he ordered. Slowly, and somewhat jerkily, Hermione began to disrobe. When Hermione was standing naked, Draco told her to get on her knees. More gracefully than before, she dropped to the floor.

Feeling confident that the potion had worked, Draco lifted the charm on himself. He walked around to stand in front of her taking in her appearance. She was staring straight ahead, eyes slightly glassy. Draco felt like crowing. It worked! Instead he sneered at her. This is what you get for making a fool out of me, you bitch, he thought. Revenge would be sweet.

“Unzip me,” he commanded. Briefly, Hermione frowned and her eyes cleared a little. She raised her head and Draco could see that she was now fully aware of what was happening to her. She opened her mouth to dish out something he didn’t doubt was scathing but he stopped her, tapping her lips with the tips of his fingers.

“I didn’t give you permission to talk,” he said, now fully confident the potion was working as it was suppose to. “Now, unzip me,” he growled again.

Hermione frowned. She obviously didn’t want to obey the command and didn’t understand why her hands were rising to move his school robes aside and unzip his trousers.

“Pull out my cock. Open your mouth wide.”

The frown now turned into a glare. Draco just smirked at her anger. “Go on.” When the girl’s mouth was opened as wide as she could, he gripped the back of her head to hold her still and slid he cock into her mouth as far as it would go.

“Now suck me,” he sneered. “And mind your teeth.”

The glare turned lethal but there was nothing she could do but obey the order. Draco watched entranced as her lips tightened around him and she began to suck.

The suction wasn’t great but the heat and moisture was almost enough to make him groan. He watched for a few minutes, his hips jerking slightly every time she reflexively swallowed enjoying both the sight of his nemesis on her knees, his cock in her mouth, and the power rush that was adding to the heat pooling in his groin. Eventually he got tired of just standing there and, tightening his hold on her hair, he began to thrust his hips with long leisurely thrusts.

As the orgasm quickly rose through his body he increased the speed and power of his thrusts, Hermione gagging every time he hit the back of her throat. She began to struggle against him, growling and making other sounds of protest, though the potion running through her prevented her from stopping completely. Draco only found her struggles more arousing and his orgasm quickly intensified. Just as the first jet of come squirted into Hermione’s mouth, Draco pulled away directing the rest of his release all over her face.

“Now, that’s a good look for you,” he gasped as he came down from his high. Hermione wasn’t amused and raised her fist to punch him but Draco’s Seeker skills made him much quicker than her.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he muttered, grabbing her wrist. With a sharp jerk, he pulled her to her feet then he bent and threw her over his shoulder, laughing as she screeched in indignation and slapping her on her ass. “Let’s move this party to the bed, shall we?”

He dropped her on the bed, enjoying the way her breast jiggled as she bounced on the mattress. With a quick wave of his wand, Draco’s clothes disappeared and Hermione suddenly seemed to realise what was about to happen. Her eyes widened before she quickly snapped out of her shock and tried to escape over the other side of the bed.

Draco quickly countered her, pulling her back into the middle of the bed. Determination coloured her face as she tried again, this time kicking out aiming for his stomach and face. Draco dodged, evading the kick to the face but the one to the stomach still caught his side, his kidney’s complaining painfully.

Watching Draco double over in pain, Hermione saw her chance. Rolling over, she was about the bolt off the bed when Draco’s voice rang out.

“Stop!”

She screeched with outrage again as the potion forced her to obey and she stopped where she was, half standing by the edge of the bed. She knew she was in for it now. She had made Draco mad and knew he would be taking it out on her body.

With a vicious snarl, Draco grabbed her around the waist dragging her back to him. He wrapped her hair around his fist using it to hold her still as he snarled in her face. “I was going to make this nice and painless for you but if rough is what you want, then rough is what you’ll get.”

He threw her face down on the bed lifted her onto her knees and with a quick wank to make sure he was fully hard, he slammed into her in one complete thrust without any warning or preparation. He was surprised to note she wasn’t a virgin. Hermione screamed, tears pouring down her face. Draco didn’t wait for the pain to subside before he began to thrust in and out of her setting up a brutal pace with as much power as he could.

After a while though, Draco noticed Hermione’s screams and tears was actually curbing his libido and realised he wasn’t going to be able to come again if she continued to screech like a banshee. And no one else would want her either, and that would put a slight dampener on his plans for her.

Pulling out of her, he shoved her away with anger. What to do? He had to somehow turn her pain into pleasure but in a way that would also leave her pain receptors in tact in case someone wanted to get a little ‘fresh’ with her.

Suddenly he remembered a Dark Magic spell book he had read over the summer holidays. There was a spell that would convert the pain receptors in someone’s body to pleasure receptors for a determined amount of time. The receptors would then revert back to their original state. Draco’s grin slowly morphed into a wicked leer. There was another spell in the book; one that he thought would be great punishment and a great accompaniment for the first spell.

Calling his wand to his outstretched hand, he paused to think make sure he remembered the complicated spells correctly then with a sharp flick he chanted the spell to convert her pain/pleasure receptors. Hearing Hermione gasp, he knew it had worked.

He chuckled. “You liked that, yeah? Well just you wait; I have something for you that you’re going to love.” He pulled her back to him, and after a brief struggle which ended when he wandlessly conjured silk restraints that affixed to the head and foot boards of his bed and tied her in a spread eagle fashion, he cast the second of his spells, touching the tip of his wand to her mouth, her breasts, her vagina and her anus. Feeling the wood against her most intimate area, she squeaked and jerked. Draco chuckled again.

“Let’s see how that went, shall we?” Roughly he thrust four fingers into her cunt, sliding them in and out quickly before crooking them to press against her g-spot. Hermione cried out and her hips jerked against his hand, silently demanding more even as her brain was shouting at her body to stay still. Draco continued to fuck her with his fingers hitting her g-spot at irregular intervals driving her to the point where she was constantly writhing against him, trying to wring more pleasure from his fingers. He then pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in a circular motion a few times before scraping his nail against the sensitive bud. It was too much for Hermione and Draco watched as she convulsed from the power of the orgasm surging through her, her loud scream reverberating through the room.

When she came down from her high, she opened her eyes to find Draco smiling at her maliciously. She swallowed nervously barely able to gather enough brain cells to wonder what was coming next.

“Did you have fun?” he asked mockingly. “Well then, I’d say it was time to get back to the main show, wouldn’t you. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, I was showing you your place in society.” And without giving her any more warning he plunged his cock back into her, her already copious juices squelching loudly in the quiet room.

This time instead of screaming with pain, Hermione gasped then groaned deeply. Feeling pleased with himself, Draco slowly pulled out then slammed in again hard and fast. Hermione was soon meeting him thrust for thrust. Muttering a spell, he released her legs, pulling them up around his waist so he could thrust even deeper into her. Feeling her vaginal muscles clamp tight around him, Draco knew she was close to coming again and he couldn’t help but crow inside his mind. He was nowhere near ready to come yet proving the second spell was working.

Hermione keened loudly as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Panting with exhaustion, her eyes widened when she realised that Draco was still pumping into her as deeply and forcefully he was when he first entered her. He wasn’t even tiring yet! She groaned as she felt another orgasm quickly building, her body was too weak to take much more.

She watched through hooded eyes as Draco raised himself up, using the new position to thrust even deeper and more forcefully into her. He began to play with her breasts, rolling the peaks between his fingers before he cruelly pinched them. Hermione jerked as a different fission of pleasure zapped through her. She cried out. She had had enough. She wasn’t sure how much more her body could take. She just wanted to go to sleep but Draco seemed determined to pleasure her to death.

Draco kept playing with her breasts, sending more and more fissions of bliss sizzling through her. She could feel the orgasms building in her body. One had started in her feet and was quickly rising up her legs heading for that wet, hot hole Draco was abusing. The other had started in her hands and was making its way towards her brain. She had so out of her mind with the building pleasure she was delirious.

It was soon too much for her to contain in her brain and she was soon crying out with every thrust, every pinch, her muscles so tightly wound it wasn’t going to take much more to make her come again. She was barely aware of Draco’s hand leaving her breasts snaking a path down her stomach to where they were joined. She had just enough time to realise what he was about to do before he brutally pinched her clit and her third orgasm ripped through her painfully. She screamed. This wasn’t pleasure, this was pain. She rode the waves as best she could but soon found herself swamped and succumbed to the darkness of unconsciousness.

Draco grunted as Hermione’s walls gripped his cock in a vice lock even tighter than they had done before. He smiled as he heard her scream revelling in the knowledge he had turned her pleasure to pain. He was so close to coming himself he had to grit his teeth to ride out her seizure without blowing his load in her. Realising she had passed out, he relaxed slightly, thrusting into her pliant body twice more before surrendering to his own orgasm.

Breathless, he pulled out of her and dropped to the bed beside the unconscious girl. He grinned manically. That had been the most intense experience of his life. Oh, yes, she was going to do wonderfully.

Having caught his breath enough to move, Draco quickly cast a cleaning spell on himself and stood. Completely unconcerned about his nudity he moved over to his dresser. Digging around the back corner, he pulled out a small box. He moved back to the bed picking his wand up from where he dropped it on the way. He was about to spell her awake when he thought of another way to wake her up. He sat next to her still restrained arms gazing at her sleeping form briefly before he raised his hand and slapped her sharply across the cheek.

With a gasp she jerked awake. She opened her mouth to retort rudely but found her voice wouldn’t work before she remembered Draco had said she couldn’t talk until he had given her permission to. With an angry screech she glared hatefully at him.

Watching her antics, Draco chuckled genuinely amused. “You’re so pretty when you’re angry,” he mused mockingly. “All brimstone and fire.” He shifted slightly making sure to gain her entire attention. “Now, for your brilliant performance just then, I have decided to give you a gift. Do you think you could receive it graciously without attacking me if I release your restraints, or do I need to open your gift for you? You may speak.”

“You can go fuck yourself and your gift, you sadistic bastard,” screeched Hermione. “Just wait till I tell Dumbledore about this! You’ll be out of the school so fast, you’ll be home before you’re father has even heard you’ve been thrown out. You’ll be the laughing stock of the pure blood scene! Draco Malfoy, so desperate for a fuck he has to curse and douse an unsuspecting girl with a potion to get her in bed with him. How pathetic!”

“Stop talking now,” Draco quietly commanded realising Hermione wouldn’t be playing like a proper mudblood should and respect her betters. He patiently waited for Hermione to realise she couldn’t talk again, opening the box and gently stroking the object inside.

“You seem to be under some misunderstanding about the situation you’re in,” he said cheerfully. “You shan’t be telling that old fool anything. In fact you won’t be able to mention this to anyone I haven’t already given you permission to. And you’re not here for my pleasure alone. Oh, no, you my dear, are about to become the pure blood’s new whore. Mouth, cunt and ass open for anyone who asks at anytime without any complaint.” He watched Hermione’s face pale as she began to understand the scope of the situation she now found herself in. He couldn’t help but giggle softly. “And I can guarantee but the time we graduate you’ll be so addicted to the sensations that come with a pure blood induced orgasm there won’t be a need for a potion or a spell,” he bent to whisper in her ear, “you’ll be begging for it.”

A red tinge of anger suffused her face again, as she began to struggle against her restraints but Draco paid her no mind. Instead he turned his attention back to the box and its contents.

“Having sampled your wares, I can say for certain that you are going to be one very busy girl. However you won’t be needed all the time and that leaves us with a slight dilemma. If you go to long without having a cock in your cunt or ass, there runs the risk of the muscles tightening up too much. And if that happens, the guys are going to lose precious fuck time if they have to loosen you up first. But never fear I have just the solution for that.” He opened the box and with a flourish pulled out an object Hermione had never seen before. However it didn’t take her long to figure out what it was.

“A double dildo,” chirped Draco with a bright smile as if it was the greatest find in the world. “Now, this isn’t just any double dildo. This one is designed to vibrate every time a specific word is said, either one or the other or both; I can spell that for you. It is also designed to enlarge or shrink on command and again I can fix that for you any time you’d like. This will tie in so well with the other spell I performed on you. Oh, wait, I didn’t explain that to you did I? Well, I not only made you super sensitive to pure bloods, I also made it so you could only get off with a pure blood. Aren’t you pleased? Would you like me to put it in for you? It would be my pleasure.”

Draco set the box aside and began to move to kneel in between Hermione’s legs. She had barely moved her legs when Draco quickly cast a spell restraining her legs again as wide as they would go. He gave her a look which clearly said he knew exactly why she was moving her legs and it wasn’t to accommodate him. She returned the look with a death glare.

Draco pressed his fingers against the smooth strip of skin between her two holes watching intently as they flexed slightly. Dipping the tip of one finger into Hermione’s gapping cunt, he gathered some of the come and semen slowly pulsing out of the distended hole, dragging it downwards to mix with sweat and swirled around the tight knot of muscles that guarded her ass. Pressing against the rosebud he had to fight a shudder of anticipation from shuddering through him at the thought of how tight those internal muscles would be. If her vaginal muscles were tight enough to feel like they were cutting off the blood flow to his cock, what would her anal muscles feel like? His cock hardened and thickened again at the thought of plunging into such a delicious tight heat. Breathing deeply, he fought down the desire. He had already had his fun for the night so would leave the popping of that cherry to someone else.

He applied pressure against the ring, smirking at Hermione’s futile attempts to stop him by clenching the muscles in her ass cheeks. As if that would keep me out, stupid mudblood. He applied more pressure humming as his finger finally broke through her weak defence and entered that moist heat. Fuck she’s tight. He wiggled the finger inside her, watching as Hermione tried to hide a grimace of discomfort.

Feeling Hermione relax slightly as she got used to the finger wiggling inside her, Draco pulled out of her ass only to plunge two fingers deep into her cunt. Still sensitive from the multiple orgasms she had already had, she cried out as her nerves crackled with painful pleasure. A few quick shallow thrusts and Draco’s finger was now completely wet and well lubricated. Draco dragged more come and semen out of her one hole and down to the other before slamming two fingers into her ass, completely ignoring the tightness of the muscles in his quest to get as deep as he could.

Hermione grunted and started to struggle in futile attempts to get away from the still moving fingers. Draco pushed a hand against her stomach, glaring at her.

“Lie still or I will order you to,” he snarled twisting his fingers painfully as he worked to loosen her anal muscles. “I’m trying to be nice here, but if you would prefer I could just slam this into you without preparation. I know you like it rough but that may be too rough even for your tastes.” He grinned at her knowing none of this was to her tastes.

Gulping nervously, Hermione tried to force herself to lie still as Draco twisted and scissored his fingers, slowly loosening the muscles enough to accept the dildo. Every time they loosened enough he would dip more fingers into her vagina using the juices as lubrication until he had four fingers sliding easily in and out of her darker hole.

Activating the feature on the dildo that allowed his to use one on its own, Draco teased the head at the entrance of her vagina shallowly thrusting down in time with an inward thrust of the fingers in her ass. Every thrust went deeper until he was plunging the dildo in fast and deep. It didn’t take Hermione long to orgasm again, coming apart as Draco slid the second dildo deep into her ass and reconnecting the two again.

Hermione forced open tired eyes to see Draco up and gathering her clothes together. Shifting to sit up, she felt the two dildos still inside her. Instantly her hands dived between her legs scrabbling at them trying to pull them out. She jerked fearfully when she was suddenly showered with her clothes.

“Well tonight was fun,” drawled Draco with a smug smile. “We’ll have to do this again soon.” When Hermione didn’t move fast enough for his liking he pulled her up, thrust her clothes into her arms again then began mustering her towards the door. “Well off you go, I’ve no time for you to be lazing about on my bed.”

Opening the door, he shoved her outside then slammed the door in her face. It was a brief second before she realised she was standing in the corridor to the Potions classrooms stark naked. Curing darkly, she quickly dressed stopping every few minutes trying to pull the dildos out of her. Unable to even budge them she screeched with frustration then immediately squeaked with Draco’s door suddenly flew open again.

“One more thing,” he said. “Don’t try and pull the dildos out. They’re keyed to my magical signature, meaning I’m the only one who can remove them. Have a nice night.” The door then slammed shut again.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed with burning hatred. Screeching again, she kicked the door. Oh, she would get him back, if it was the last thing she would do Draco Malfoy would pay for what he had done to her.

A/N: Despite what you may think, I don't hate Hermione. I don't even dislike her. I just got this story in my head and it wouldn't leave. Now, I have one more chapter worked out in my head. My challenge to you to think of some situations for Hermione to find herself in and I'll try and write some chapters based on those ideas. Don't let the whole pure blood thing get in the way of a good idea. This is fan fic. If we need to make someone a pure blood we'll just do it. I'm already going to make Snape a pure blood in the next chapter. So get thinking.

PS: There are suppose to be some italics in some of the paragraphs. They are personal thoughts. They didn't work first time and I'm not sure I found them all and fixed them, so if you find some sentences that don't seem to fit in the paragraph, that's probably what they are. Also I don't have a beta. I'm not sure a story of this type needs one but we'll see what the future holds.
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