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Deception	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Finish It
- 2-Red Rabbit
- 3-Linger
- 4-Setting Out
- 5-Sweet
- 6-Shiver
- 7-Discord
- 8-Intruder
- 9-Preservation
- 10-Humiliation
- 11-Prurient
- 12-Dreams
- 13-Denial
- 14-Contemplation
- 15-Panic
- 16-Ravish
- 17-Rape
- 18-Cling
- 19-Disown
- 20-Nightmare
- 21-Haze
- 22-Discover
- 23-Bitter
- 24-Present
- 25-Detached
- 26-Regret
- 27-Dispute
- 28-Colors
- 29-Awakened
- 30-Obedience
- 31-Anger
- 32-Challenge
- 33-Confused
- 34-Cold
- 35-Fear
- 36-Cryptic
- 37-Void
- 38-Ninth Hour
- 39-Tenth Hour
- 40-Eleventh Hour
- 41-Midnight
- 42-Suprise
- 43-Infantile
- 44-Oath
- 45-Defeat
- 46-Maleficent
- 47-End
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‘I want you to awaken, girl.’
Hermione twitched.
There was a voice, so close to her ear that it made them tingle.
But she didn’t want to.
She wanted to stay asleep.
But it seemed she no longer had that choice. Pain hit her, and it hit her hard.
Slowly, her eyes came open and she recognized her surroundings.
The same surroundings that, for the past several hours (or had it been days? Who knew.) were her constant companion.
Constant in that they never changed, just like the person who was with her.
Malfoy was vigilant. He watched her constantly.
Even when she went to the bathroom, he was outside of the door.
The one time she tried to escape, through a tiny window leading to the outside, he had become enraged beyond reason…
Like that first time, when he….when he…
She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to recall the brutality of that first time.
But it was impossible not to.
After…he finished the first time, he had shocked her further by doing something truly bizarre.
Ignoring the fact that his own semen was mixed in with other bodily fluids, he had began to lap at the virgin’s blood between her legs. Hermione would never forget dazedly looking down, seeing that there was so much blood….
And thinking that she was going to die. Not merely that she should die, which was her first thought, but that it was her fate.
Blood had coated her private parts, her thighs…the floor on which she lay.
His tongue was fast, creating unexpected, and humiliating tremors of something akin to sexual pleasure…cleaning her up, and he moaned against her folds, yet another shudder shaking his frame.
No matter how many words she hurled at him, or how mine times she begged and pleaded for him to stop, he continued on. Unable to hear her, or simply really good at ignoring her.
That time she attempted escape had been just like that.
Only worse.
‘My mate seeks to escape her master?’
Master? Mate? Was that how he perceived their relationship?
She almost laughed.
No wonder he was able to behave without guilt.
He’d lost his mind.
‘Are you delusional!?’ She had managed to choke out before he managed to topple her to the bathroom floor, knocking the breath out of her.
That time, he had turned her over until her bottom was exposed. And he had brutally spanked her—not like a gentle childhood spanking—but hard enough that when she checked later she had bruises.
She learned her lesson. She did not attempt to escape again.
Now he watched her, with those same unearthly glassy green eyes. Pale eyes. They had always been unnerving, but what made them even more so was the simple fact that his pupil was almost the size of a pinprick.
She wondered if he had become infected with something.
The way dogs with rabies suddenly went mad. It might explain his behavior. His eyes were always on her, his hands always touching her, and his penis…always inside of her.
He gave her little time to rest. He only stopped to ensure that she was reasonably hydrated and fed. Unusual, she bitterly concluded, after all wasn’t his goal to maximize her suffering? What better way to do that than to physically starve her.
Maybe it was because he liked this kind of humiliation and domination. She no longer had the freedom to privately use the restroom.
He always went in with her, since the escape attempt. He gave her his back, and she was forced to use the toilet. Humiliating.
They had bathed only once.
‘I enjoy my scent on you. It is so strong that any male will recognize it, and know who you belong to.’
That startled her. ‘And who do I belong to?’ she snapped.
To which he unsettled her further her by answering, ‘We have no need of a name, girl.’
Please, someone. Anyone. Please help me.
She had no wand, no means of escaping or overpowering him…
And his primary plan, it seemed, was to rape her. Over, and over, and over again.
Little by little, she found herself fading.
Like now, even though she was awake, she really wasn’t here.
She was aware of Malfoy, his body moving above her. He had awoken her. Or was this really happening? Maybe it was just a really, really awful nightmare.
‘Granger, look at me!’
Abruptly she turned her head. He had been calling her girl for so long now.
And she saw with vague interest that his eyes were no longer tiny dots, but incredibly dilated.
Another interesting thing.
It seemed that whenever that change happened, he become more violent, and much more like the Draco Malofy she knew---at least in terms of expressing a general dislike for her.
She hated when that happened.
It meant he tried to deliberately hurt her.
‘Quit acting like a martyr, and I order you to serve me as any slut would.’
Automatically—mechanically, she felt her body immediately move to obey.
She knew she was not under the influence of the Imperius spell. This was a different kind of magic. But she no longer even cared about identifying it.
His lip was curled back, and he was staring down at her hungrily.
She was ordered to be a ‘slut’ and a slut to her seemed to mean that she willingly responded to him, fucking with abandon, doing everything in her power to make him aroused.
She moaned loudly, as tremors of pleasure began to build within her.
‘Why didn’t you ever tell me that this was what you wanted, Granger?’ He purred, running his tongue along her jawline, ‘That time, I would have gladly given what you wanted…’
Her mind was too fogged up by pleasure to really follow what he was saying.
‘Do you want this?’ He purred, stroking his dick in front of her, ‘You have to ask.’
‘I want it,’ she automatically replied,
‘…why?’ He murmured softly, ‘I think I need to be convinced.’
‘It feels good.’ Again, automatic, like a robot, ‘I need it to feel good. I love your dick, I want it in me.’
‘…And why is that?’ he was smiling again, his tongue now tracing the outline of her lips.
‘’Because I’m a slut. I need your dick in me.’
‘I can’t ignore that, now can I?’
Malfoy pushed it into her, and her body began to meet his thrusts. She felt pleasure building inside of her, a light-headedness hitting her, and she went up higher and higher, until finally, finally—
She went over the edge.
Her entire body trembled, spasming, and he shook, pouring yet another load of semen into her.
She thought she was beyong caring.
But she felt tears burning, sliding down her cheeks. Because this was worse than the previous rapes. Because he made her enjoy it.
And if she enjoyed it, then what did that make her but a horrible woman?
He wrapped his body around her, and not for the first time, she slipped into blessed oblivion.
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