Shiver | By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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When I woke up today I did not expect that any of this would happen. I planned to spend my day quietly. Alone.
Little did I expect that my desire for solitude would become a nightmare of unimaginable pain.
Draco pinned me to the floor, his hands on either side of my head. He seemed to be eagerly enjoying the pain his assault was inflicting upon me, and now suddenly he was frozen, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
I watched his left hand form a fist and he gently pounded the ground, laughing softly.
‘I am surprised, Granger.’
I have no idea what he is talking about. I don’t really care. I just want him to hurry up, so that this is over and I don’t have to worry anymore.
He moves closer, as if to kiss me, and I turn my face away. But he doesn’t kiss me. He inhales deeply.
‘This is going to hurt, Ms. Granger, but please understand, I truly, in the deepest, darkest region of my heart…
I hold my breath, not really sure what he will say. Wishing I had the courage to tell him he has no heart, otherwise he wouldn't be holding prisoner, raping me.
But I am a coward. And I wait with baited breath.
‘…am very, very pleased about this.’ He plants a light kiss on my ear, and I can’t help it, I release a loud, mewling sob, because I know this will hurt even more, but when he jerks his hips back and finally plunges in, the pain…
It would have been kind if he had cursed me, or punched me in my belly. The feeling of the thin membrane tearing….and of being so full with a foreign object…every nerve in my body is howling in pain…no…I am howling in pain.
I nearly come up off the ground, but he is heavy, and so I dig my nails into his arms. I probably draw blood. I don’t really care. Not at this point.
I don’t understand the stream of words, but I can hear them.
‘Just relax Ms. Granger….relax….’
‘Please take it out,’ I whimper, ‘I’m begging you, please Malfoy.’
I know he won’t do this. Deep down, I know. Even as my insides are burning, my stomach churning with nausea, he won’t stop. Because as polite as he is being, he enjoys hurting me.
He’s a sadist.
Which is why I don’t understand why he kisses me gently on the lips, only to pull back out and slam back in.
I bite down, hard, on his lip and he moans loudly.
Out, and then back in again. I taste blood. I must be dying, I realize dreamily. This is it. He is killing me.
He is thrusting in slowly, and then pounding faster, only to slow down again and leisurely fuck me. There is no established rhythm.
And he can’t seem to stop himself from kissing me. Licking me. Biting me. Sucking. I hate it. Because as much as it hurts, I am utterly confused.
By him. By this. Please let it end soon.
And finally some god somewhere hears my prayers, because a shudder runs through his body, and he shoots what I can only guess is his seed—his semen—his cum—inside of me.
I expect him to pull out, to mock me, and for that to be it, but he continues to lay on me, arched away, laying between my limp thighs, leisurely fucking me.
I look at him, and he watches me, and softly murmurs, ‘Ms. Granger, your cunt is absolutely delightful…I will say it is even as good as pureblood pussy…and being such a delicious slut I can imagine you must be just as delighted as myself, if not more so.’
He shudders again, and something like a daze surrounds me. I don’t truly believe this has happened, so I separate myself, and lay their, submissively, unbothered and safe, wherever my mind has gone to.
He finally pulls out and lays on his side and stretches out in the firelight. Any woman would have admired his beauty, the lean muscle, taught, beneath pale skin that looked almost like polished gold in the firelight.
But I am not admiring, I just lay there, legs open, staring at the ceiling.
And don’t even flinch as he traces a line up my side, ‘I’m a little tired but wait till I’m rested. I was gentle, but now that we’ve taken care of that annoying bit of hymen…’ he played with an errant curl, ‘…well now I can show what fucking is really meant to be…’
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