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Warriors of the Wasteland	By : Sherlocked1971 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter two.
His muscles ached, they never ached, he let them ripple in his back, 'oh, fuck yes, there it was, in the middle of his back'. He watched himself in the shard that one was his full length mirror. He didn't like what he saw, what he'd become.
A killing machine.
His arms and chest pumped with muscles, his face hard, his locks too long smudged with dirt. But still he didn't feel like washing, red blood droplets clinging to his face. He needed to stay dirty, reminding him of what he'd become, a nothing, a soulless killer. Victorious yes, happy no, happiness, he knew nothing about being happy, was it when he triumphed, fucked, slept, happiness an alien word.

He would have to wash, go down the cavern and get his Lady. Hermione, she was the one that was his, designated breeding machine to be treated like he wanted. His puppet, his fuck toy, his woman. Tears welled up in his eyes, he slapped his face, he didn't do emotion.
Not anymore, did he ever?
He'd killed the Weasel, finally catching up to him and his little cell, word had reached him, they had been spotted, everyone knew, the Weasley boy was his to be killed. No one dared to impose his will, top dog; Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger his mate, the Weasley boy his to kill.
He overpowered the red headed man easily, he thought he was save behind his disillusionment charm, sadly it was false. Voldemort had taught Draco and his companions to break wards and disillusionment charms. The spells a false hope, sending the Order into false security. He snuck up behind the Weasel, muffling his mouth with his hand bending him backwards arm behind his shoulder, kneeling behind him. The Weasel didn't know what hit him until it was too late. The red headed man tensed immediately as Draco hissed his name in his ear, knowing his number had just come up.
He had the man into a tight lock against his chest, man yes, not a boy, not anymore, filled out grown into muscles as well, like him, Draco. The Weasel had killed some of the Voldemort Warriors he was successful up till now. Draco couldn't smell fear, how come the Weasel had no fear? It puzzled him, making him quirk his brow.
"So, Ronald!" He drawled mockingly. "Time's up boy!" Still no reaction. Draco took his penn knife from its sheath in his boot, holding it against Ron's jugular. He wanted him dead, but not the magical way, if the boy loved Muggles than he could die by their means.
"Huh, kill me now Draco! Do it!!" Ronald hissed, he closed his eyes, waiting for Draco help him across the veil, not knowing his opponent had planned on something more agonising.
"So, still looking for your bride? Ronald!" He sneered, feeling the man tense up as he mentioned bride. "So, that's a yes then?!" Draco sniggered.
"Well look no further, I know where she is, safely tucked away in a cavern! Hhhmyes, Ronald, safely tucked away..," Draco's voice lingered.
A single tear ran down Ron's cheek as realisation set in what Draco meant by it, Hermione captured by their child hood nemesis, it couldn't be good if he had her. Ron had seen the blond lusting after his girl, vying for her attention in a vicious way, riling her up degrading her by calling her a Mudblood.
Draco knew how he wanted this, he'd slit his throat, letting the red haired spurt his life sap on his armour, on his face in his hair, covering himself with redness, he'd watch the man look at him with disgust as his bright blue eyes were dimmed, the light fading, turning them into dull blue lifeless glassy bulbs, closing them gently as he lay his head to the ground. The scenario played out in his mind on numerous occasions, especially when fucking the red heads fiancee, his bride to be no more. Hermione, his little Mudblood whore.
"So, you guessed she is mine?!" Draco mocked him emphasis on the word mine.
Ronald cringed, Hermione was lost to him and herself, he knew that, the Blond had made her his, he got what he wanted in the end.
"Mmmmm, yes, it's true Ronald, she choose me, after all, she choose me!" He liked too torment the Red headed, or no rather orange boy, Weasel, slug vomiting, poor excuse of a pureblood, blood traitor more like.
"Did she moan your name as you fucked her, I know she likes to moan my name; Draco.... She whispers as I fuck her in her arse, she loves that, did you know?!" He taunted, looking Ron in his eye.
"Ow, you did?! She's not that tight anymore, I can tell you, I've worn her out, her pucker not as puckered, nice and loose now!" Draco laughed, holding Ronald close to his chest.
Ronald cringed, the platinum blond, toying with him, making him see his ethereal Hermione in a different light, that horrid vision of her beneath Draco, Malfoy was cruel beyond words, instilling this awful present on him before he kill him, cruel, no other word for it.
He lied of course, Hermione had screamed for Ronald, over and over again, her eyes filled with disgust and torment whenever Draco came near her. The screaming subsided, turning her eyes and voice soulless, until her eyes shone whenever he came near her, she started to long for him, his voice, his touch, his cock, he'd successfully erased Ronald from her mind. Stockholm Syndrome, he was well aware it wasn't really what she craved, he was her life line, the only one giving her attention.
"So, you know what? She's ovulating, when I return I'll impregnate her! Yesss, that's what I'll do! Your blood smeared on my armour, coating her as I shoot my semen in her fertile womb, that will remind me of killing you!" Draco sneered, Ronald had stopped listening, gritting his teeth, waiting for Draco to deliver the final slice, killing him.
"She'll be so glad when I knock her up! Relieving her from living in that wet, cold cavern. Filled with my semen, growing our baby to commemorate your killing, I'll tell her when the baby's born! Can you picture her face when I do?" Draco stared into nothing, the fine scenery didn't make him feel good, he never enjoyed the wild lands, the ruggedness of nature. Nor did he hear the shouting as his crew killed the members of the Order. Ronald was the last one.
Draco kissed his cheek, it wasn't an emotional thing, it showed his power over Ron.
He slowly slit the others throat, welcoming the warm blood spurting from the man's artery, it finally gushed over his armour, watching life drain from his opponent.
"Hermione!" and "You bastard!" His last words as his life oozed from his veins into the ground.
He'd fucked Hermione, lifting the birth control charm as he approached her in the cavern, fucked her senseless, smearing Ron's blood on her bother, she never knew it was her former lovers. But he did and he felt elated in doing so. His private party in his head, she begging him to fuck her as he was covered in the Weasels blood, it felt so sweet doing it. But now he felt nothing, his joy had been short lived.

Draco watched himself in the mirror, blood dirt, semen and Hermione's cum smeared everywhere. He'd shower and dress himself in his finest clothes as he would whisk his Mudblood whore from the caverns, she would be elated. He'd tell her she was pregnant she could live upstairs with him in his room, condemning her to a life in his quarters acting like his personal breeding machine. He'll tell her he had watched Ronald Weasley die when she delivered him his off spring.
Yes, that would be good. He looked forward to that, he was a patient man, it would hold for another nine months.

Please review as it is totally different from my other stories. Oh and slightly inspired bt ; The end is the beginning is the end by Valkyrie136, hope you don't mind, something stirs inside me when I read your stories.
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