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What Good is a Heart	By : Varada Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He pushed himself lustfully on top of her as he ripped her shirt ruthlessly from behind, the sound of her thin cotton shirt tearing loudly in his angry hands. He said he would be rough, and he had not disappointed his own words. She screamed out in pain as the edge of the shirt chafed painfully against her smooth skin as he tore them away furiously, hurtfully, hungrily. He kissed her nape behind her ferociously, sucking on her soft sore skin, piercing into them with his hard strong teeth as he sucked in the hot air that seemed to radiate from her skin beneath, while his one hand undid the clasp of her bra and the other found their way under her to fondle her breast savagely. When she was bare and naked under him, he shifted his weight higher over her so that his wet lips had better access to her ears and licked all the curves inside her ears madly, sucking the air out of her ravenously, as the hand which had unclasped her bra flipped her skirt over her right tight derriere, revealing their perfect bare smooth curves to the nakedness of the dark hungry night.

At some point, she must have run out of tears because she could not cry out anymore even though he was hurting every part of her, yet at the same time, awakening senses in her she had never knew existed. The sensation of unbearable pain which shot through her from her thighs to the tip of her erected nipples pressed hard against the soft dark green satin covers which felt cool beneath her hot sweaty flesh. His one hand massaged her firm hard breasts arduously. Each time she felt him squeeze her there, electric spasm seemed to be electrocuting her alive where they met the burning wetness beneath her, now leaving dense sticky pools of pearl under her. He breathed into her neck hard and hot, as he traced his firm fingers down her back, across the small of her back and the tight curves of her buttocks until they soaked in the dripping heated wetness between her thighs.

At some point, she must have stopped screaming loudly along with the tears, knowing that they were useless. She knew that Ron would not be here to help her tonight. Neither would Harry. Neither would Professor Dumbledore. She was alone. All alone except the lust and burning desire scorching in the depth of her heart and being released by the one person she hated most. His fingers were the key to the flaming sins she had promised to lock away from the world. And Draco Malfoy was uncovering her, layer by layer, until he read every movement of hers, every slight quiver, every soft gasp of moan, like he read an opened book. He knew where to kiss her � just beneath her ears - to make her aching body arch upwards to receive him, though her mad conscience was protesting restlessly against her treacherous body.

At some point, her silence gave way to a series of soft throaty moans as she felt the heat from his hot hard thighs pressed over her and she wondered when he had taken off his own trousers. Their two naked bodies laid over one another as she inedined powerless against his force, weak against his will, fragile under his hard savage hands. He grabbed her round behind forcefully and pulled them up fiercely from the bed, spreading her legs apart aggressively with his hand, his hot musky sweat splashing onto her own curved back. And as he fumbled forcibly with her sweating breast dangling under her, he pressed his hardness against her wetness as her breathing hastened its pace, and she looked up suddenly and breathlessly at the cold wall before her. He arched her like an animal, needing to enter her right then, right there, to devour everything in sight, to hurt each and every one of her living senses, or he would soon burst and die from a violent explosion.HermHermione gave out a single piercing agonizing scream as he entered into her forcefully and painfully, consuming all the tight hot melting wetness that was waiting for him deep within her. Her heart shook with unbearable pain as it beat fast against her, against the new pounding sensation that was racing with it from his forceful thrust. Her eyes shot with tears again as he pressed her arms uncaringly and pinned them to the bed so that she could not wrestle against him, as he knelt on his knees and pushed into her from behind, plunging himself faster and faster, deeper and deeper, hotter and harder into her each time. She felt like she was being ripped apart on the spot into a thousand pieces except that the constant quivering in all her muscles released a groan of exquisite pleasure which she never knew existed with each of his violent thrust, and she arched further and further to receive his full hard length. A single teardrop rolled down her flushed panting face as her entire body shook with the force of his hard firm thighs hitting forcefully so close behind her each time he entered into her hot moist flesh, her hard breasts jiggling in the empty air below furiously with each hard thrust. As she let out another loud exasperating moan of desirable pain and ultimate release into the cold silence of the night, Hermione Granger felt her thighs explode uncontrollably like fireworks had been lit all inside her, and every one of her muscles suddenly felt weak as her own knees collapsed onto the bed with him still thrusting vehemently onto her. And she knew that he had unleashed what had always been there.

{We deny what�s inside}

�Why didn�t you tell me?�

His voice was calm and questioning as he traced the curves of her delicate figure gently as she lay on her side with her back to him, staring aimlessly into the darkness before her. He trailed his fingers from her neck along her shoulders as far as his hands would take him. He had had his explosive release eventually, gushing heatedly into all of her like he had never felt before, quenching his long burning desire that was unfathomably deep within him until she came along, and leaving him in a state of complete exhausted bliss. He looked at the dried dark stain of crimson blood left on his crumpled dark green bed sheet.

�Why? Would it have mattered?� Shswerswered coldly without a single movement.

�No. Not really,� he replied before taking a moment to pause. �I always figured Weasley was impotent.�

�He�s not, Malfoy,� she turned angrily to look at him, her eyes red and swollen, still bright with the thick layers of tears in them. �But I wouldn�t expect someone like you to understand.� And she turned away from him again, lying silent for a short while until he heard her quiet ragged, sniffling.

�What are you doing?� Hermione asked sternly, irritated, as she felt him wrap his arms gently around her waist and pull her towards him so that their two sweaty naked bodies lay against one another, their curves perfectly fitting with the other until they became one. �Haven�t you done enough tonight?� She felt him trace his fingers along the curves of her waist with a gentleness she never knew he possessed. �I�m tired, Malfoy, I want to go back to my room.�

�No, not yet,� he whispered softly onto her neck as he flipped her over to look into her tear-stained face, the bruises along her neck beginning to show against her pearl white skin. She opened her eyes wider in exasperation and gazed deep into his eyes at his words, as he leant over so that his face brushed directly over hers.

��Not until I make it up to you.�

And his lips touched hers in a gentle soft kiss, without prying them open forcibly with his tongue as he had done only hours earlier, while he kept his intent eyes against hers.

{What good is a heart, if you�re not gonna use it?}

His kiss was ever so gentle and so sweet. She found it hard to believe that the man who had brutally raped her only minutes before could be the same guy feathering soft butterfly kisses along her neck, along the trail of light purple bruises he himself had left on her. She kept her eyes opened, feeling his gentle lips tracing her lower and lower. Her heart still melted with his touch, no matter how they came -- rough or soft -- against her smooth skin. He had pushed her to the point of no return. Hermione knew then that her aching body had just realized what her heart had always known and denied. She had wanted him all along. Every day. Even on days he had called her a Mudblood. Yes, especially those days. And now her heart was wet and crying inside because there had been too many words left unsaid for too long.

She let him kiss her and she did not resist this time. She had already succumbed to the will of the dragon.

Draco moved so that he laid fully on top of her with her hair spread out in a messy fan beneath her, their eyes locked in silence against one another. He leant forward and kissed her eyelids tenderly as they closed under the soft touch of his lips, which tasted the salty wetness of her tears beneath.

Hermione opened her eyes and he was still there. Her eyes were brighter this time, sparkling and clear, reflecting more light in the dim darkness of the room. The new tears dancing behind her eyes were as bright as the surface of lake on a night of full moon. He kissed her other eyelid this time and tears of silent happiness escaped gracefully down her cheek like slowly fluttering snowflakes on a calm winter morning.

{What good is your love, if you�re too scared to choose it?}

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