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Squirm	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28992 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Trigger warning: non-con, forced sexual episode.
A/N: I do not condone, nor support, forced sexual acts, and this chapter does not reflect my opinions on the matter. This chapter is dark, so you've been warned, but it's not just obscenely dark. More psychologically torturing than any physical torture. Anyway... there you go. Warnings up.
Ready?
~A.
"You're joking."
"On the contrary. I'm quite serious."
Hermione approaches me, slowly, her eyes wet with tears she's struggling to hold back. When she's but a foot away, her eyes plead with me. "Draco…"
"Start with the blouse," I tell her, drinking in the sight of her running makeup and pouty lower lip as it quivers. "I'm sure Weasley will enjoy the show - I know I will." Eagerly, I pour one more glass and extend the tumbler out to her. "To calm your nerves. I'm not a complete monster, now am I?"
"That's yet to be determined," she mutters, dignified as she straightens her shoulders and takes the glass from my hand. Our fingers touch for only a second, but it's enough to cause my entire hand to twitch and jerk back. I can't explain the feeling that overcomes me, but it's something I don't want to experience again. I narrow my eyes as Hermione downs the glass, not bothering to clean up the small dribble of alcohol that drips down her chin. With flames burning behind those enticing brown irises, she slams the glass on the table next to her hip. "Fight this."
"There's nothing to fight," I smirk. "Be an obedient little mudblood, now. Unless you want Weasley to show us his rendition of a personal bonfire."
"Don't make me do this in front of him," she whispers. "Please. We can go to your room. I'll do whatever you ask, just...not here. Please."
"Listen to that," I chuckle. "Begging doesn't become you, love." As I snap my fingers, Weasley jumps to attention, pulling out the pocket knife I bestowed upon him earlier. "Enough chit-chat. Take off the blouse, Granger. Let's show Weasley what he's been missing."
At first, nothing happens—Hermione stands as rigid as a statue, defiant in her actions. And then, as Weasley draws the blade closer to his face, she reacts, immediately fumbling her fingers over the top button of her blouse. She threads it through its loop and begins work on the next one. A lonely tear falls down her cheek as she works the third button, finally exposing some of her alluring cleavage.
"Don't stop," I tell her, pulling out my wand to remove the glamour on her neck. My bruise appears where I marked her this morning, a testament to my claim on her. Hermione unloops three more buttons, reaching the bottom of her shirt. I extend my wand out, moving the white material to the side to take in the sight of her left breast, covered by a nude-colored brassiere. Her chest rises and falls in time with her staggered breathing. Merlin, she's tantalizing like this, fearful of what I might do. The kind of power I have over her is better than her compliancy—it's better to know she's internally struggling on the inside, screaming in her mind to escape me. It's glorious to know she won't. Not with Weasley standing near the fire, a blade ready to cut out his eye at any moment.
I reach out, jerking the shirt off her shoulders while simultaneously turning her away from me. I have to rip at the material to free it from the cuffs around her her shirt on the floor, I establish my dominance by grabbing her around the middle and pulling her flesh against me, nuzzling my nose into her shoulder.
"I can smell your fear." My tongue darts out and trails a line up her neck. I stop at her earlobe and bite down harshly, making her whimper. "Shh… not a word now, remember? Unless you want Weasley to cut out his eyes before the show even begins… hmm, maybe that isn't a bad idea." Without warning, I reach up and twist my fingers in the nape of her hair, jerking harshly to get her attention. She squeals, but she doesn't speak as her head arches back. "Come on, Granger. You shouldn't be the only one screaming tonight, should you? Don't be selfish, now." I walk her backwards and turn her toward Weasley so she can look upon him. "Tell him how much you love my cock. Tell him how a pathetic little mudblood like you left him for me. Go on."
She shakes her head, despite my tightened grip on her curly tresses. She clamps a hand down on her mouth in fear she might utter an accidental word. Weasley stares on with an aloof grin, completely unaware the woman of his dreams is in mortal peril.
"Stubborn," I tsk, "Guess a punishment is in order then." With a shove, she falls to the floor at my feet, landing hard on her knees and elbows. But it's fine by me, because her ass is up and exposed to me, just barely covered by that ridiculous skirt. Tonight, she learns what it means to belong to a Malfoy. "On all fours, Granger. Like a good little slut."
After swiping at her full blown tears, Hermione complies, resting her palms against the floor and bracing her knees together.
"Put your chin to the floor."
Her eyebrows furrow as she jerks her head around and peers over her shoulder at me.
"Do it. Now."
Sniffling, she lowers herself down until her chin rests on the floor, facing the fire.
"Spread your legs." Rolling up my sleeves to my forearms, I enjoy the sight of Hermione doing exactly ask asked, this time without hesitation. I can tell it's difficult for her to balance, but she makes due. "Weasley, tell the truth, now. How does all this make you feel?"
"I'm completely terrified," he replies with a smile.
Smirking, I meander over behind her and use my wand to lift her skirt up over her round hind end. A pair of blue satin panties are my reward. "How do you feel, mudblood?" I receive no reply, so accio my armchair to sit right behind her, resting my shoes on her backside. As I dig my heels into her lower back, I snap my fingers. "Weasley, go to the cabinet beside my desk and fetch the clear phial with a green stopper, will you?" Ron Weasley has no qualms, keeping the pocket knife aimed near his cheek as he strolls over, fetches the phial, and returns to stand in front of me. Coincidentally, it's directly in front of Hermione as well. "Wonderful. Feed some to him, Granger. And then take some yourself."
I remove my feet from her for the time being, and Hermione sits up, taking the phial from his hands. Weasley drops to his knees. With a shaky grip, she removes the stopper. Apologetically, she tips the phial into his mouth. I watch on, noticing the glazed look in his eyes. Next, she brings the phial to her lips and swallows.
"How do you feel right now, Weasley?"
Words topple out of his mouth. "I hate you. I want to rip your throat out." A small shimmer of his true self fights through my Imperius.
"Wonderful. Be sure to keep that truthfulness about you, will you?"
The honest nature of the veritaserum contradicts the curse over his mind -he struggles to focus on which one to obey, shaking.
"Stand up, Granger." She does. "Now come sit in my lap." Hermione turns, tears streaming down her face as she approaches me and crawls into my lap, stiff and precise."Like you mean it, pet. Remember all the fun we had last night?" Her eyes would burn holes in my skull if they could, and her legs slink over each of my legs, caging me in as her arms drape around my shoulders. Her skirt bunches around her upper thighs, exposing nearly all of her to me. "Kiss me like you still love me," I whisper, setting one hand, and then the other, on those silky hips, pulling her against the firmness of my cock. I'd be lying if I said the sight of her in tears hasn't made me extremely hard by now. It's even better to know Weasley is forced to watch on, completely at my mercy.
Hermione leans forward, slowly, and brushes her lips against mine. There's hesitation in the delivery of the kiss, but I don't get caught up in the small details. All that matters is she obeys as Weasley witnesses. My fingers dig into her skin as I draw her closer, pushing my tongue between her lips to taste all of her. She complies, and soon I'm fucking her mouth with my tongue, lapping at her like I'm a dog begging for scraps. I have to remind myself I'm in charge, not her, so I bunch up her skirt over her ass and expose it to Weasley.
"I bet he misses this," I tease her, slapping her ass for show. Hermione gasps, tucking her face into the crook of my neck. "Do you miss this, Weasley? Do you miss her ass?"
"Y-Yes…" Embarrassment hangs on the edge of his tone.
"What else do you miss about her? Physically, of course."
"H-Her… chest."
"You miss her tits?"
"Yes." Weasley chews on the word like it could come apart in his teeth.
"You'll want a front row view of this, then. Come here, Weasley; stand behind her and hold that knife to your wrist." He approaches, his face solemn as he readies the blade. "Fantastic. If she screams, I want you to slice your wrist open, do you understand?"
"Yes."
"What would you do right now, if you could?"
"I'd run that knife through your chest."
"Brave," I chuckle, trailing my eyes over the woman spread on my lap before me. One of my hands stays latched to her thigh while the other trails up her stomach, between her breasts, and finally over to the front clasp of her bra. It comes apart with a soft click, and now her tits are exposed to me, the straps of her brassiere falling gently down her slender arms. Hermione moves to cover herself, but I dive forward and capture her left nipple between my teeth, rendering her still. My fingers find her right nipple, tweaking it between my thumb and middle finger thoughtfully, like playing with the dial of a radio. Hermione Granger shakes beneath my touch, afraid to move as much as she's afraid to enjoy my ministrations.
I take my time, my teeth nipping and tugging on her pebbled nub. The sensitive button hardens as a reluctant sigh escapes her lips.
"That's it," I encourage, brushing my nose against her breast. "Give in to it, Granger. A girl with blood as dirty as yours needs to be treated accordingly." I twist her right nipple harshly, causing her to throw her head back and bite her lip in pain. Without hesitation, I recapture her left nipple between my lips, this time suckling it with fervent administrations. Her hands weave through my hair, tugging at the roots in a nonverbal issue of begging for me to stop. It only stirs to life within me a need to continue, and so I do, nuzzling my face against her breasts as I begin to bite harshly at the supple mounds. I leave a trail of hickeys from one breast to the other. "These are mine now, Weasley. These tits are mine to suck on, to fuck, to torture as much as I want. -Tell him."
Hermione's eyes flutter back open, and I wipe under her makeup-stained eyes, licking my thumb to taste her tears.
"Are you afraid of me, Weasley?" I ask, my eyes never leaving Hermione's.
"I'm afraid of what you'll do to her," he admits, choking on his words.
"And what do you think I'll do to her that I haven't done already? Should we show him, Granger? What we do in the dark?" Hermione shakes her head. "Your face says no, but your body," I reach down and pinch her inner thigh, making her squeak, "says yes.- Turn over, love, and sit on my lap proper now. Face Weasley."
Hermione grips my shirt tight, silently hoping I'll change my mind. But I don't, and when she doesn't obey, I smack her cheek again, rough and forceful. Carefully, she turns around on my lap and takes a seat facing Weasley. I guide one leg, and then the other, over the armrests of the chair, exposing her covered pussy to the room.
"Remember -if you scream, he bleeds." And then my hand snakes down between her legs, the other curling around to cup one of her supple breasts. Delicately, I begin to trace small circles over her panty-clad clit, simultaneously pinching her nipple. Hermione inhales sharply, leaning her head back against my shoulder. I peek over to find her eyes closed as her cuffed hands attempt to push my fingers away from her. The hand on her breast travels to her throat, and I grip it tight, letting her know, "You aren't in control here, Hermione. Best remember your place."
"Stop it," Weasley growls, fighting his Imperius. "When I get ahold of you-"
"-You're all talk, Weasley. But go on. Tell us how you really feel when I…" My hand slips beneath the band of Hermione's underwear, down her smooth Mons Venus. She wriggles in my hold, but the hand around her neck keeps her still as my fingers move just a bit lower, over the hot, pulsing button of her arousal. To say she isn't wet right now would be a lie - it's like a flood inside her knickers; her juices coat my digits as I work her clit into submission. I give it a pinch to remind her who she's dealing with -she squeaks in pain, biting at her lips. "So wet for me already. What does that say about you, Granger? I suppose it makes you a slut. My slut."
"Mmmf…" It takes everything in her not to say something, to tell me how wrong I am, but Hermione Granger is an intelligent woman. She'd rather die than betray her friend. Which is precisely why I need to break her.
"Tell me how you're feeling."
She shakes her head.
"Do it. Speak freely, pet." My hand picks up speed, stimulating her body in ways I know she can't resist.
"I still love you," she whispers, groaning when I move my fingers further down, teasing her entrance. Her words cause my hand to still, and my grip on her neck tightens.
"What did you just say to me?" I growl.
"I still love you," she repeats. "The real you. I know this isn't-" Strangling against my grip, Hermione falls silent.
"Sounds like I'm going to need to fuck some common sense into your skull, aren't I?"
My heart slams against my sternum - there's a part of me that knows, because of the veritaserum, she speaks the truth. An unbecoming panic spreads through my core because I can feel a new itch scratching just below the surface: a need to let her words impact me. No. I won't let them. I won't let some stupid bitch control me.
I shove her down to the floor, forcing her to topple onto Weasley's shoes. I reach down, grab her by the hair, and twist her around, already reaching for the buckle of my belt. "Do you know what filthy girls who think they're in love with monsters get, Granger? They get a mouth full of cock."
"No - Draco - I don't want-" but the next moment, her mouth is filled to the brim, and she gags on her words. I gather up her curly locks in my hand and guide her to swallow my cock again and again, relishing in the wetness of her tongue and the agony in her strangled cries.
"Shh, wouldn't want to scream, would you? Weasley's watching," I taunt, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. My other senses take over; I can feel her hands push against my thighs, hear her breath through her nose, can smell her fear as it hangs in the air. It's all of my darkest fantasies come to life.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Weasley groans, veritaserum taking hold.
I ignore him, shoving my cock completely down Hermione's throat, burying myself within her until her nose brushes against my pubic curls. She holds perfectly still, obediently giving in. "Look at me," I demand, and her eyes come open, trailing up to mine. "Good girl." I release her head, and she chokes as she comes up for air. "Still love a monster like me?"
Stubbornly, she whispers, "Yes. I do."
My face grows stern. "Why?"
"I don't know why," she admits. "I know I shouldn't. I know I've lost you...but I won't stop loving you, Draco. No matter what you do." She sounds ashamed. As if to mirror her words, Weasley's face grows rosey pink, and a darkness filters into his eyes; that darkness's name is jealousy. Maybe I can work this whole 'love' bit to my advantage.
"Do you love me more than Weasley?" I ask, placing a finger under her chin to tilt her head up. I brush my cock against her lips, glossing them with my precum.
"Yes… but I love you differently." She knows where I'm going with this; it's apparent on her face. Her eyes beg me to stop. She knows she can't resist the truth.
"You would love me, even if I fucked you here, in front of him?"
"Y-Yes." Her eyebrows furrow. "That doesn't mean I condone-"
"-Who fucks you better? Me or him?"
Weasley's ears turn the color of a plum as she whispers, unable to hold back, "Y-You."
"You fantasized about me when you were with him, didn't you?"
"I d-did... "
"What did you fantasize about?" I smirk, brushing my cock against her tongue. I hold it there for a moment, letting the image set in Weasley's skull, before I release her. "Answer me."
Hermione struggles to hold it in, but truth will out, as they say, and especially with truth serum coursing through her veins. "I imagined you kissing me, and… undressing me... "
"Where did I kiss you?" I ask.
"My lips...my chest...my stomach... between my legs…"
"Did you fuck Weasley while thinking about me?"
Silence.
"Did you?"
"Draco, please…" New tears fall down her dirty, dirty cheeks.
"Did you-" I reach down and grab her by the back of the neck, "-think of me-"I jerk her up and into my lap to straddle it, "-while fucking Weasley?"
SMACK. The back of her manacled hand hits my cheek. "Yes! Is that what you want to hear? Yes! I did! I'm ashamed of it, but I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since I began working for you! Happy now?"
Glancing over to the broken expression on Weasley's face, I smirk. "I'm ecstatic."
More darkness next chapter. (Sits and waits for all of the negativity to come rolling in, despite warnings. Also, sips tea.)
~A.
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