Trussed | By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Draco gave Hermione fifteen minutes of alone time before returning to the bathroom quietly. She glared at him with red rimmed eyes, and he set the lacy garments on the shelf.
Upon inspecting the bracelets Snape had left him, his stomach knotted when he'd realized the charms within.
He tossed the bracelets into the tub and they immediately sought her wrists and snapped around them. She shrieked at the sensation and brought her arms up to look at the beautifully crafted jewelry.
“So I'm an official whore then.” She tried to snap but her voice was hoarse from the tears and the words came out desolate.
“The most important part of occlumency is having placebo memories so legilimens don't know anything is missing.” Draco recited words long ago said to him by his Godfather, and began to remove his clothes.
Realization dawned on Hermione and she scrambled to get up in the tub. He sent wordless intention at the bracelets and her hands snapped behind her back, causing her to slip down under the water.
He slid into the tub and dragged her up by her hair, pulling the sputtering woman against his chest. She coughed and squirmed against him but he held her in place, running a slick hand over her submerged nipple.
“It's a full time job trying to keep a mudblood clean.” He commented, and just like that, Death Eater Draco was back. Hermione thrashed, splashing violently, but he crushed her against him, working his legs between hers to hold them apart.
His free hand roamed down where he gently massaged her clit, and she moaned miserably at the delicious contact.
“So responsive, my little whore.” He hissed into her ear and she felt as if her soul were breaking in two.
“I hate you.” She whispered, and his jailed conscience screamed and pounded at the bars of his cell.
“But you love my cock.” He was unable to fuck her, his body not compliant with the acting, so he slid two fingers into her and she arched her back with a hiss. He thrust against her as if he were inside her and she struggled, trying to twist away.
After an orgasm took her with a mournful wail, Draco let out a groan and a shuddering breath and grabbed his wand to cast a contraceptive charm to complete the act.
He released her hands and she scrambled away from him, curling up in the corner of the tub in a futile attempt to shield her breasts from him.
“Take these off.” She snarled, tugging at the bracelets that still adorned her wrists.
“No, we’ll need them.” He replied as he stood. He cast a quick drying charm on himself and crossed to the closet to select his clothes.
Hermione shivered despite the warmth of the water as she watched him dress.
“Why?” She inquired, and Draco crossed to the door.
“Put those on and come out here.” He said, ignoring her as he left the bathroom.
She scowled, and considered just staying in the bath to defy him for not answering her question. But she knew the path of least resistance was to follow his orders. It was possible he had some kind of plan, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. Slytherins were self preservationists, and while she hadn't missed the guilt in his eyes over what he'd done to her, she didn't think he or Snape were about to put her safety above their own.
She exited the tub and toweled herself off, missing her wand. She wondered where it was. Whoever had captured her eight months ago must still have it.
The outfit was essentially lingerie, and Hermione wrinkled her nose. It was beautiful, but didn't leave much to the imagination. She looked at herself in the full length mirror, cheeks still flushed from Draco’s assault, and scowled at herself.
She turned away, pulling on the silk stockings and steeled herself, ignoring the mirror and striding into the bedroom with her chin held high.
Draco blinked at her as she entered, breath catching in his throat for a moment before he came back to himself. He'd seen her naked form many times in the last twenty four hours, but had hadn't REALLY looked at her.
“What now?” She asked, drawing on her Gryffindor courage to keep her voice level.
He cast a drying spell on her hair and it bounced in a curly waterfall down her back. He flicked his wand at her wordlessly and she felt as if a warm blanket were encompassing her. A warming charm?
He crossed the room, stopping so close in front of her she almost backed away. Hermione drew her steel gaze up to bravely look him in the eye, and then felt cold metal close around her throat.
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