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To Kill A Swan	By : Dylan_Harper Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 25061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER TWO
The feeding didn’t happen that day. When it never came, she started to wonder why. She knew the water wasn’t water, but then what was it? She would have to wait until they decided to feed her. What didn’t surprise her was that the men never came. Malfoy had clearly and plainly made a claim on her. They would be stupid to come.
After Malfoy had left, Hermione laid in her cell, assessing her wounds. Her entire body ached, especially her pussy. She reached down, feeling around to know exactly how damaged she really was. The men had been brutal, but there had never been this much blood. She ran her hands over the insides of her legs, finding a drying liquid she could only assume was the blood. Then to her folds, throbbing and swollen, they were wet as well. Her actually pussy felt as though someone had grabbed the sides and pulled them apart as hard as they could. Normally a very small hole, it was now wide enough to easily fit three fingers inside to assess any damage. She was surprised when she didn’t find any, didn’t even feel any pain when she had slid her fingers inside.
When she couldn’t explain the amount of blood for as little damage as there was, not even her arse was that badly damaged, just sore, Hermione tried to remember what had happened that changed it from rape to consensual sex. She had been so preoccupied with the realization that her water wasn’t actually water and the need to figure out why, that the first thing she could remember about enjoying the experience was when he started touching her. She bit her lip, wondering if she could replicate it. Maybe it was just a natural reaction once he was touching her the way he had.
Hermione started with her nipples, running her fingers over them, circling them. When they started to harden, she kept going, remembering how he had done it. She started to pinch them, the pain sending pleasure in ripples through her body. What was wrong with her? She had never liked the pain before. Why now? What was different? She moaned softly, biting her lip to keep from making noise. The guards never came when she was screaming, but any man would wonder why a woman is moaning in pleasure and come to take a peak. She couldn’t risk that, she had to keep quiet.
One of her hands slowly crept down her body, almost of its own volition. When it got to her folds, Hermione touched herself gently. When the throbbing travelled and concentrated on her clitoris, she realized that the throbbing hadn’t been pain from him, but because he had left so suddenly. She moved her hand to her now throbbing clit, gasping when it sent shots of pleasure through her body. She had never actually paid much attention to this particular part of her anatomy, not believing all the commotion about it. Hermione scolded herself on not experimenting before this, although she knew she couldn’t be right all the time.
Hermione rubbed her clit slowly, biting her lip just to keep from moaning. She started rubbing it faster, imagining how Malfoy had done it. In doing that, she felt the urge to replicate his cock with her fingers, her other hand moving down to her folds before sliding inside her. She continued to rub her clit quickly just as he had, shoving her fingers inside her pussy. She was surprised at how much fluid she was producing, both of her hands had become wet and sticky from the stuff. She continued moving her hand until she was about to burst from pleasure, her mind spinning from it. When she finally had her first orgasm, her body convulsed, fluid pouring out of her. All she could see were dots and stars, it was like when she was blinded, but this was better so much better. She knew the next time Malfoy came to visit her, she would probably accept his rough and somehow pleasuring advances eagerly.

Draco was glad he was in his room when it happened. It was as if she was calling out to him, but with her mind of course, a beacon in the gray that had become his life. It had been six months since the Dark Lord had won the war. Without Granger and Weasel, Potter had not been able to complete his mission and destroy the Dark Lord, giving them enough time to put Voldemort’s Horcruxes in truly safe places. The Ministry was theirs, Mudbloods were on the run or dead, Blood Traitors were slaves to the Inner Circle, and not only had the Dark Lord gained control of the UK, France, and Bulgaria, but most of the rest of the world. It was in those few places he didn’t control that Potter lay in wait, trying to find the remaining horcruxes and destroy them which, unbeknownst to him, was quite futile.
The war had changed when Granger and Weasel had been taken. It seemed like without the brawn and brains of the operation, Potter’s rebellion died. At least, it was knocked unconscious. The Order of the Phoenix went into hiding, only fighting when it was self defense instead of offense. It actually suited them just fine. When Severus Snape’s first year as Headmaster ended, he came to Voldemort. Told him the truth of the prophesy and what really happened the night Potter survived. Now they knew there weren’t four, but five Horcruxes to protect. Apparently Potter himself was a Horcrux and should Harry die, their Lord would be that much closer to death. In order to protect him, Voldemort made it law that Harry wasn’t to be killed. Beaten, sure, but only Voldemort himself was allowed to kill Harry. The fear of crossing him made that the easiest law to follow.
Of course Voldemort wasn’t Minister or King or whatever, although he controlled the person who was. Draco was one of His Inner Circle, one of his confidants. Once Voldemort was in control of the magical world, he made it law that every Pureblood child in the world was to attend Hogwarts to learn magic. Any half-blood who denounced Muggles were allowed to attend Durmstrang instead, students learning the same things as Hogwarts students, but punishment was much more severe. Should a student show any mercy towards a Muggle, they were beaten severely.
Draco himself had flourished in this new society. Not only was he in the Inner Circle where his father no longer was, but he had even surpassed his Aunt Bellatrix as the Dark Lord’s favorite. So much so that he had officially become Voldemort’s protégée a month ago. He was to learn everything Voldemort knew. Learn all his tricks to torture. He had already completed his Legilimens training, able to enter someone’s mind and stay there without any trouble from meters away. He had learned how to stay and control someone’s mind without anybody else knowing he was doing so, abling him to do everyday tasks without losing any energy. It had taken some practice, but now he could do it for hours and not lose any energy at all.
That was how he was now able to hear and see her thoughts. Being psychically linked with Granger made it so any time she imagined anything louder than a whisper, he could see and hear it. By the time she was pleasuring herself, he was hard as a rock once more. He took himself in hand, stroking himself like she was stroking herself. Images of him raping her flashed through his mind. Was she using her memories of him raping her as sexual inspiration? The thought made him even harder. She truly was broken and there was only one way to find out how broken she was. He was going to give her more potion. All the potion did was make it easier to hold the link. As the potion got older, as she had decided to slowly drink it, the harder it was to hold the connection for long.
Draco wasn’t surprised when she had made the connection between the men and her feeding days as she called them. There certainly was a connection. Fresher the potion, more vivid and lasting the images he pushed into her head.
Draco stroked himself faster, using his own memories to push him closer to his orgasm. She had been so tight, even for a virgin. It had been so hard to last as long as he had, but it had been worth it. He had known as soon as the pain started giving her pleasure. She had soaked his trousers and her own legs with her wetness. It wasn’t until he had started petting her that she had become aware of it though. When he felt her give herself her first orgasm from the pain he had given her, he himself came hard, shooting his hot cum everywhere. He cleaned himself up, getting to work on the next batch of potion.

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