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Trussed	By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, JK Rowling does! I make no money from this fanfiction.

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Hermione was shocked at how quickly Draco could fall behind the evil mask of Death Eater, and it frightened her. Her body was still buzzing in the aftershocks of her orgasms, but she wasn't ready for this.

She didn't know if she'd ever be.

He lunged for her, tearing her dress down the back and she couldn't contain her scream, clawing at his throat with her hands in desperation. He grabbed one of her wrists and wrenched the torn clothing free with his other hand, bearing her breasts.

She instinctively covered them and he flipped her facedown over the arm of the couch, holding her arm behind her back as he ripped her panties away.

Hermione thrashed and sobbed, but he was too strong.

“Draco, please!” She shrieked, and her pleading voice slashed at what he'd thought was a blackened heart. Before his resolve could weaken, he freed himself from his trousers and slammed into her.

Her breath was stolen at the intrusion, his massive cock stretching her wide. Her screams became soundless squeaks as he pistoned into her.

Draco grasped a fistful of her hair with his free hand, wrenching her head back.

“How does my pureblood cock feel, little whore?” He hissed, and hated himself. He pushed his emotions down, far away from his blazing eyes, and let the Death Eater persona consume him.

A crying and broken blonde man locked in a cage in the deep recesses of his mind.

He flipped her over, pinning her arms to her sides, continuing his assault on her pussy. Her head lolled back, exposing her throat, and for a moment he could pretend that she loved it, that her mouth was open in passion rather than anguish.

He bent to take her nipple into his mouth and her struggles renewed. He bit down and she roared, clawing at his back so hard he was sure she'd broken skin through the fabric of his shirt.

He held onto her for dear life, using her struggles as leverage to continue thrusting. They fought in a twisted dance of wills, each trying to overpower the other.

Hermione got a hand up and her fist connected with Draco’s face, making him growl. He turned and slammed her down onto the carpet, knocking the wind out of her. He snatched his wand from the bar and hit her with a body bind curse before she could regain her fight.

“Poor little mudblood, all trussed up and nowhere to go.” He teased, taking a swig from the bottle of scotch and crossing the room to her.

“Fuck you, Malfoy!” She screeched, and he laughed humourlessly.

“Back to Malfoy, hmm? You called me Draco while you were begging me to peg that sweet little pussy.” He adjusted the body bind so that her knees were attached to her shoulders, keeping her exposed to him.

“I was begging you to stop!” She cried.

“It's okay, you can admit it.” He teased, running a finger down her slick folds. She blushed with shame, wanting to close her legs. “Your precious Order needs to know you've moved up from pleasuring them. Wanted real wizards in that whore’s cunt.”

He dipped his fingers into the aforementioned hole and was relieved to find her still extremely wet. He slid the moisture down and started to massage her ass.

“No, please not there!” She pleaded, trying to roll away from him. He easily held her in place and squeezed a finger into her puckered hole.

“What's the matter, Granger, Potter never fucked you in the ass?” He taunted, lubricating the tight passage as best he could and adding another finger. She clenched around him in panic and he spanked her with his free hand. “You'd better get used to it, my father won't fuck mudblood pussy.”

Realization flooded her at the insinuation that he was helping to prepare her for what was to come later. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as he added a third finger, stretching her poor ass beyond what she had ever imagined or wanted. She tried to be grateful, but it was difficult not to hate the monster that was violating her, regardless of the reason why it was happening.

“Anything you want to say to the Chosen One before I claim you fully for the Dark Lord?” He taunted, screwing his fingers deep and she wailed, hating herself and hating him and, for a brief moment, hating the cause.

“Come on Granger, surely there must be something you want to say to your precious Potter.” Draco spanked her again, and Hermione remembered she had a mission to complete. She had to make sure Harry unlocked the message.

He saw the steel return to her eyes and withdrew his fingers, pushing his cock into her pussy to slick it back up again.

“Harry…” She sobbed as he fucked her slowly, each agonizing thrust building a heat in her that was rapidly crushing her spirit. “Please don't come for me… please… I'm so sorry...” She whimpered as he withdrew and positioned his head at her tight ring of muscle.

“From the ashes rise the Phoenix.” Hermione whispered, and then screamed as Draco pushed into her.

After the initial shock, she found her fight again and snarled obscenities as he mercilessly fucked her ass.

He clutched at her hair and leveraged himself against her shoulder, relentlessly pounding into her. His conscience found it easier to deal with the situation when she was the angry lioness, somehow comforted that her spirit wasn't broken.

When he finally spilled his seed into her, they collapsed in a heap, chests heaving. He slowly withdrew from Hermione’s sore orifice and rolled onto his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He absently released the body bind and her limbs fell limply to the carpet.

Draco shakily reached up to rub his face and only then did he realize he'd been crying.
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