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Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco
After arriving home after a long day at work, I went straight to my bathroom, and stepped into the downpour of hot steamy water. I took my time, lathering up every single part of me, and I moaned under my breath, as I felt the strain in my body ease, and slowly relax.
Finishing up, I dried myself off with my wand, and gave my hair a quick comb through with my fingers. I decided to leave it looking a bit damp instead of drying it tonight. I walked into my bedroom naked as the day I was born and slipped on a pair of black silk pajama bottom pants, and my green crushed velvet robe with black trim and belt. After giving myself a once over in front of my mirror, I sprayed on a good helping of cologne and disaparated downstairs to the entrance of the grand Malfoy Library.
Gwen was there as expected waiting for me, she was wearing a small, green, satin kimono robe, and black heels that ended in a sharp point, a bit of her toes showing through.
"Are you sure that we have the manor to ourselves for the rest of the night, Draco? I won't be able to do this unless I know for certain that no one will be able to walk in on us." She offered while turning her lips into a pout.
"I'm sure. Don't worry, everyone is out for the day. You look sensational in that robe by the way. Too bad I have to rip it off your delectable body," I pulled her closer to me tightening my grip on her hips, as I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, "did you prepare everything that I asked you to?"
"Every single thing you asked for is ready, my love."
I smirked. "Excellent." I opened the door to the library pulling Gwen along with me.

Ron
Tonight, I'm going to surprise Hermione by asking her if she wants to renew our marriage vows, in front of all of our friends and family, symbolizing our new beginning.
I couldn't wait until this day was over. The only problem was that today's work day was proving to be one of those boring days that you check the time over and over again, wishing for it to move faster then possible, as well as sighing every ten minutes. Not that I wanted the crime rate to rise or anything, but I was going to go barmy in here if we didn't get a little action soon.
I had already chatted with fellow Auror's around the water dispenser, and even struck up a conversation over practically nothing with Harry in his office.
I was currently examining how many inter-department memo's were floating around when someone handed me a thick envelope-type package. It was addressed to 'Auror Ronald Weasley' but it had no return label. All parcels go through dark magic detection before delivery, so I had no problem opening it up while I sat down at my desk.
About bloody time I have something to do, I thought. I tore open the thick envelope, and pulled out the contents. There was a hand written letter on parchment, on top of the thick stack I held in my hands. It read.
Greetings Weasley,
You and I did make a deal, and a Malfoy always keeps to his word. I made a deal to never speak of what transpired in that deplorable poorhouse you live in, and I won't. But if you thought I wasn't going to best you in the end, you were dead wrong.
Please enjoy these precious mementos that my fiancé and I have created with a little bit of know how, imagination, and of course, Polyjuice Potion.
Oh, and Weasley, if you ever so much as look in my direction again, these photos will be sent off to every single known Wizarding magazine, newspaper, and gossip rag everywhere.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Draco Malfoy
The instant that I finished reading the letter, it disappeared with a poof-sounding noise, that left ringlets of smoke behind where I had held it in my hands. I looked down at the first item in the stack and my eyes grew wide in horror. I knew it wasn't Hermione, but it was her.
I realized that I was holding a stack of photos, and just like all photos in the wizarding world, they came with movement. The first photo I was viewing, Draco was starkers, while he slipped a robe off of Hermione's naked body, the movements in the photo lasting just long enough to see that Draco began kissing her breasts. The only items she had on now, were a pair of glasses and a pair of sexy black heels.
No.. there is no way Malfoy would stoop this low. Would he? I thought frozen in alarm.
The second photo was of Hermione laying down on a desk with her legs open wide, while Draco's face was in between her legs, as he was pumping two fingers in and out of her. I closed my eyes, and tried to stop myself from gagging, placing a shaking hand over my mouth. That fucking bastard! My nostrils flared, and I felt my throat tightening. Both of my legs had begun to twitch bouncing up and down.
I foolishly continued with the stack in my hands, the third photo was of Hermione masturbating while looking directly at whoever was behind the camera, the end movements in this picture, she appeared to reach her orgasm, her lips forming a perfect O.
I paused from my heartache and slammed a fist down hard on my desk, causing things to jump up and drop back down haphazardly.
I flipped through the fourth photo, and I nearly lost my breakfast. Hermione was on her knees sucking off Draco, while he stood above her grasping her head, and thrusting harshly into her mouth.
I slowly put down the stack not knowing if I could continue with the misery I was causing myself. I breathed in nice and deep, and let it out slowly to try and calm down. This had to be the most disturbing thing I had ever seen in my life, and I was trying to fight the compulsion to continue with everything I had in me but unable to stop.
I grabbed the stack once more, and flipped to the fifth photo. In this photo, Hermione and Draco were in the sixty-niner position, Hermione on top. They were laying down on a chase by a bookcase. For some reason, this photo wasn't as bad as what I had seen, maybe it was because I couldn't see Hermione's facial expressions, but the way they rubbed at each other's bodies really irked me, filling me with blinding rage.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued to the sixth photo. This photo made me cringe, I bit down on my lower lip, and angry tears escaped my eyes. Hermione was standing up blindfolded by what appeared to be man's tie, her wrists were held high above her tied with ropes, and she had ropes tied to her ankles as well keeping her legs spread open wide. Draco was on his knees shoving a dildo in and out of her, while she looked to be screaming in pain or pleasure I wasn't sure.
I felt my heart break a little bit more with every photo I viewed, which didn't make any sense, seeing as I knew that this woman wasn't my wife, but it looked so real that I couldn't help what happened next. I grabbed the wastebasket next to my desk and vomited inside of it, heaving loudly in pain, sorrow, and anguish. Tears continued to fall from my eyes every time I tensed them shut from heaving.
When I finally stopped, I grabbed a tissue from my desk and cleaned my mouth. There was still two photos I needed to view, and I didn't know if I could stomach viewing them. I turned away, and told myself that I wouldn't look at them, but not two minutes later, curiosity won over. I picked up the stack and flipped it to the next photo, and it made me gasp loudly in shock. Hermione was riding Draco while he slapped at her bum leaving behind his reddened handprint. She was bouncing up and down wildly with frenzied movements, and this she turned to smile at the camera.
Only one more photo to go. I breathed in and tried to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to see. I could do this. This isn't my wife, I thought.
One quick view of the last photo, and I threw the stack in the trash that held the contents of my stomach. I ignited it in flames with my wand while I bawled into my hands wailing loud sobs that seemed to echo in my tiny office space. The last image would forever be ingrained in my mind. Hermione was bent over, taking it from behind, while Malfoy looked to have been thrusting savagely into her, while pulling her hair tightly around his hands, she looked to be in the throws of pleasure, while Draco looked on smirking at the camera.
Red hot anger built up inside of me, and started to spread through my body, making my body shake, my hands balled up into fists, and I did the only thing I could do. I yelled as loudly as I could, because I couldn't do anything but accept the situation for what it was. Draco had believed this all to be a game, and he beat me in the most heinous way possible. He got to have Hermione in the end anyway.
THE END.
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