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Chapter 11
Hermione dragged herself to classes tired and dis heartened the next morning. She didn't know for certain that Snape was complicit in Malfoy's little scheme but she'd heard enough to suspect that he was, battering her flagging spirits even more. She still wasn't sleeping right. Having no appetite, she had eaten little and her energy was nonexistent. Pale and drawn, she felt constantly on edge. Walking the edge of the knife blade would be this difficult, she lamented mutely. Her temper short, she snapped at Lavender for thoughtless comments about her losing weight.
Tonight she had another appointment with Malfoy. Unable to put it out of her mind, she sat through her classes in silence, a far cry from the Hermione of old who would show off her knowledge and intelligence at every opportunity. This all all taking a toll on her, she knew, wondering how she could get back to where she was. Kill Malfoy? The thought was meant to be dark humor, but there was something tantalizing about it that gnawed at her.
Just before midnight, as she came down the stairs from her dormitory, Hermione was surprised to see Ron, Harry, and Seamus sitting at a table in the common room. Ron must have finished his detention, she realized, somewhat disconcerted that they would see her leave and that Ron and Harry, at least, would know she was going to meet the Slytherin boy. They didn't know her motives, but they knew her actions, having caught the two in the prefect's bath, flegrante delicto, as it were. She sighed. There wasn't anything to be done about it. Red faced and refusing to look at the boys, she walked through the common room and out the portrait hole hoping desperately they wouldn't follow. Another scene like the one they'd had only a few nights ago wouldn't be pleasant.
Malfoy was there, in the prefects bath, waiting for her. The moment she arrived, he grabbed her elbow. "I've changed my mind, Granger. I don't want to have any interruptions tonight. We're going elsewhere."
Hermione knew that this strategy wouldn't save them from being seen by Harry and Ron on the Marauder's Map if they were using it, but she said nothing. She let Malfoy lead her through the darkened hallways and down into the dungeons. She was most surprised when they arrived in the potions classroom. She hesitated in the doorway, not wanting to go inside.
Malfoy scoffed at her. "Snape's not at the school tonight," he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her through the doorway. "He's busy with... other matters. Don't worry, Snape is more than generous with me in regards to use of his classroom. It's the perfect place, really. The house elves don't come in here without express direction, and Filch won't get within a hundred feet of it. " He smiled an evil smile, looking closely into her eyes. "It's really the safest place to be undisturbed for our little... activities."
Hermione wondered what Malfoy meant about Snape giving him use of the classroom. Her suspicions of Snape, already there, grew stronger. She could think of no more awful and frightening place in which to be alone with Malfoy, not to mention the knowledge that she would have to return to this place for classes.
"I don't like it."
"Ask yourself this, Mudblood, 'Do I care what you think?'" Malfoy yanked her through the doorway and shut the heavy oaken door behind her, the solid sound reverberating deeply through the vacant classroom.
If possible, this room was more eerie by night than by day, Hermione thought, looking around her, disoriented here in this so familiar yet unfamiliar place. The far corners were dark. The class tables, barren, were squat dark shapes spanning the room. The low light from flickering torches cast glittering reflections across Snape's collection of oddities in jars. The normally known entities took on a sinister appearance in the night. What looked like a thousand sightless eyes peered out from behind glass grotesquely, although Hermione knew in the light they were just Blandel nuts, used in paralyzing potions. The jar that looked like it held a few severed fingers probably contained Kingweed roots for sleeping drafts.
A pickled mandrake, looking sickeningly like a human fetus swam in a large jar of greenish liquid, reminded Hermione how glad she was that she had looked up contraceptive charms in the library after her first experience with Malfoy. As horrific as her current situation was, it would pale beside becoming pregnant with Malfoy's child. A small part of her wistfully imagined Lucius Malfoy's reaction if his family's pure blood line were to be tainted with a illegitimate 'Mudblood' child. However, if all the Malfoy men were the immoral hypocrites that Hermione believed them to be, she was certain they'd already found a method to deal with such unpleasant matters. She shivered at that thought, tearing her eyes from the ghoulish jars and their contents.
Malfoy strode to Snape's desk at the front of the classroom, beckoning her to follow. The surface of the desk was bare, save for an ancient inkpot and ratty quill. She cringed inside at what Malfoy could have in mind here. With a look of arrogant defiance, Malfoy dropped down in Snape's chair and leaned back casually, looking at her intently. Hermione felt particularly disturbed. Most pupils were afraid of the man that normally occupied this space, and she was no different. Seeing Malfoy here in the place of their potions master was very disquieting.
Malfoy's eyes didn't leave hers as he opened his robes, grinning. He was naked underneath, Hermione saw with distaste. She noticed that either his anticipation or his delight at her discomfort had started to excite the blond boy. She didn't move. She knew what must be coming, but she wasn't going to volunteer anything. His smug, arrogant voice rang out loudly against the quiet, "Oh, come on, Granger. You know what to do. Get your arse over here."
She walked toward him, hesitantly, hating herself and hating the boy in front of her. At this moment, approaching the naked and expectant Malfoy, she wasn't sure who she hated more.
He pushed her down onto the floor in front of him, Snape's desk close against her back. Leaning back in the potion master's chair, metal springs creaking loudly in the quiet room, he entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled it harshly. Hermione complied with his direction. She didn't want him to hurt her and in the end the result would be the same, she thought. Leaning forward, she took Malfoy into her mouth. He gasped deeply and his grip on her head loosened.
She ran her lips over him, scraping gently with her teeth, bringing forth from above her a guttural moan that filled the silent room uncomfortably. Malfoy was fully excited now. She started to suck hard, sliding her mouth up and down. His hands tightened in her hair whenever she wasn't fast enough or hard enough. She followed his direction, hoping to get it over with quickly.
After a few minutes, Malfoy started up his nasty commentary. "That's right, Mudblood slut. You know what you're doing." His fingers pulled her hair sharply. When she tried to adjust her position to dispel a kink in her back he yanked her back hard, causing her to yelp in pain. Hermione's cry seemed to excite her tormenter more. He pushed her head back down, pulling her hair brutally. "Oh, you're not done yet, bitch. If you stop now I'll have to kill you."
She resumed, tasting Malfoy's nasty, salty flesh, and gagging a little as he forced himself deep into her mouth and throat. He started pushing and pulling her head roughly and thrusting his hips, the chair springs creaking louder and rhythmically. Finally it was over. With a sharp shout - almost a cry of triumph - he stiffened and her mouth was filled with the warm and foul tasting stuff. Hermione fought the urge to gag and looked around her for something to spit into, wishing absurdly that they were in the prefect's bath after all.
Malfoy grabbed her quickly, pulling her to his chest. He clasped her jaw in his hand, cold blue eyes glaring at her. "Now, now, Granger. Didn't I tell you before that swallowing is preferred?" He paused a moment and his grip tightened on her jaw. With an effort, Hermione closed her eyes tightly and swallowed, trying not to vomit. Malfoy grinned suddenly at the look on her face. He released his hold and dropped her awkwardly on the floor.
Hermione got up and straightened her robes, trying to smooth her disheveled hair back into some semblance of order. She hurried to the door but just as she reached it, Malfoy's arrogant voice rang out through the stillness. "Where do you think you are going, Granger?" She froze, turning to look at him, that evil boy whose mission in life was to make hers miserable. The arrogant git who had taken everything from her - her virginity, her dignity, her position at the top of her class, and, worst of all, her friends. She felt completely alone in the world now. Struggling to keep her face impassive she tried not to let her emotions show. A deep, underlying weariness filled her as Malfoy's sneering voice continued, menacingly. "You're nowhere near finished yet. I've no intention of letting you off easily tonight."
Hermione had half-expected this. She would have been a fool not to, she knew. She stood by the door for a moment, thinking of escape and freedom but knowing it would not be found even beyond this door. She hated Mafoy's smug, expectant look as he saw her struggle with herself. With a great determination, she turned back into the potions classroom.
"Come over here." Malfoy's drawling voice echoed through the room sounding loud against the quiet.
She approached the boy slowly and warily. Malfoy put his feet up on the desk, his white, naked skin showing as his open robes draped down at his sides. His eyes watched her intently.
"Take your clothes off." This was nothing new to Hermione. So what, she told herself, she'd done this before. More ogling and rude commentary by Malfoy could scarcely humiliate her more than she had been. She took a deep breath, closed off her mind and started unfastening her robes on autopilot. She removed them and started to fold them neatly.
"Just drop them." The command rang out and Hermione did as instructed, her robes falling in a crumpled pile at her feet. She wore a skirt and blouse underneath. She fumbled quickly with the buttons on her blouse when Malfoy's voice stopped her. "Slowly, please, Granger. And put some feeling into it. I want a show. Pretend I'm the weasel if you need to."
She slowly removed her blouse, feeling foolish and stiff. Did Malfoy expect some kind of exotic dance? He was crazy if that was the case, she thought. Her slow strip-tease served to draw out her discomfort. Malfoy observed silently, his eyes expressionless, a slight hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. Finally, Hermione stood before him in her bra and panties.
"Granger, is it too much to ask that you dress a little better? Don't you own any black lace?"
Hermione felt like rolling her eyes but kept her face impassive. She didn't have any such thing, always wearing white lace undergarments that were cut conservatively. Malfoy snorted. "Well, I suppose, you do look almost... virginal in that," Malfoy said and then laughed. "Of course, we know that isn't the case, don't we? You should start dressing like the tart you are, at least as far as your lingerie goes."
Hermione shot him a look that she hoped said, 'Get over it.'
"Come closer."
Hermione stepped closer to Malfoy's reclined figure. "Sit here on the desk." He moved his legs to one side. Hermione perched herself on the edge of the desk, nervously aware that she was within arms length of her tormentor. With a sudden movement, Malfoy stood up, pushing the chair back. He stepped closely in front of her and clasped her shoulders. Leaning his body hard against hers, he kissed her. It was a hard kiss and he forced her mouth open, exploring it with his tongue. Her lips still sore and swollen from Ron's rough kisses the day before, she endured Malfoy's coarse attentions impassively.
She felt nervous, sitting on the desk with Malfoy standing over her. She felt trapped, his strong arms tight around her, his muscular, wiry body pushing her hard into the heavy wood desk. Her heart rate rose as her impassivity started to give way to fright. She didn't know what was coming. Her body was taut as Malfoy slobbered over her lips. He moved on to her neck and jaw line, nibbling and kissing. She felt his tongue licking her flesh, leaving a trail of saliva across her collarbone. His hand cupped her breast over her bra, which he unhooked and tugged off, tossing it behind him. He ran his thumb over her nipple, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She tried to clamp down on her reactions, resolving to remain impassive to his touch.
Hermione refused to respond to his kisses or his touch. His fingers caressed her body and his lips traveled from her lips to her breasts where he licked and sucked intensely. Hermione looked at the ceiling, holding her emotions in check and willing her physiological reactions away as best she could. She wished Malfoy would just have sex with her already. That thought struck her as incredibly odd. Surreal, really, that she almost craved the physical contact of sex because it would hopefully signal an end to the evening's activities. She didn't like Malfoy's touch, although her body wanted to respond. She hated to give him the satisfaction of affecting her in any manner.
Malfoy's lips traveled back to her mouth, holding her head so she couldn't turn away. He kissed her deeply again and again. His hand rested on her breast. Suddenly, the lips that were assaulting hers released her. The hand on her breast started to squeeze. Hard. She yelped in pain, finally looking into Malfoy's cold eyes. His face was screwed up in disgust and anger.
"Granger, why do you have to be so frigid?" Her brown eyes held tears of pain as his cold blue eyes met hers. "You're such a pathetic dishrag. What will it take to get a response out of you?" He grabbed her hair from the back and pulled her head back hard. "Pain?" His expression of disgust turned to delight as she unsuccessfully tried to stifle a cry of pain.
"Hmm. Well don't say I haven't tried to make it pleasant for you. Most girls quite like what I can do for them. Of course you would be the exception to the rule, wouldn't you, Granger." He was holding her head back at a sharp angle, looking closely at her face.
"Well, if you insist on going this route..." Malfoy pulled her head back harder and bit her sharply on the neck.
Hermione found the pain distasteful. She wanted to vomit as his hands inflicted pain upon her, twisting her arm back, squeezing her breasts. Her pain, however, was having a somewhat different effect on her tormentor. She could feel his erection pressing harder and harder into her flesh as he inflicted pain upon her. Malfoy's hands roughly pinched and prodded her tender flesh until she moaned in pain. He groped her crotch roughly, tearing her panties, plunging his blunt fingers inside. She struggled against him, trying to push him off, desperate to get away from the source of pain. She couldn't move, however, pinned to the desk as she was by his wiry frame. Her fingers scrabbled against the smooth surface of the desk uselessly, gaining no leverage. He was hurting her more, pressing her hard against the sharp edge of the desk, his fingers driving relentlessly.
"No, stop it!" She cried to deaf ears. "Please, you're hurting me!"
She could tell by the grin on his face that Malfoy delighted in inflicting pain on her. With a heavy heart, she knew that this little display was only the beginning.
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