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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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A lot of you wanted to know what kind of tea I was sipping on. Some very delicious pomegranate flavor, thank you for asking!
TRIGGER WARNING: HARD NON-CON and violence ahead. But not pointless. Still, if you're squeamish of these things, scroll down toward the end of the chapter to get the main point.
"Off my lap," I command at once, soaking in Weasley's disheartened glare. The blade against his wrist glistens in the firelight, drawing attention. He backs up a few spaces so Hermione can do as I demand; her feet touch the floor, and she wobbles to stand. I immediately push myself out of the chair and grab her by the back of her hair, dragging her across the room. "Come on, Weasley! You'll want to see this." I pat my leg like I'm calling a dog, and of course the subservient Weasley must obey me. Hermione struggles against my hold as I walk her out of the den and down the darkened hallway. "You're going to learn what it means to make fantasies a reality tonight, Granger."
"Draco—agh!—Let me go!—Fight this! Fight this!"
"I love it when they scream, don't you, Weasley?" I grin as I push open the doors to the one place I know will break Hermione's spirit: we were all here that night, inside this place.
"No, I don't," Weasley squeaks out, fighting back a dribble of tears down his cheeks. "Hermione, I'm gonna find a way out of this—I'll keep you safe-"
"-Will you?" I jeer, and to prove him wrong I slam Hermione up against the door, face first. She squeaks, biting her lip to keep from screaming, because she knows what screaming will cost. "Like you kept her safe that night, too?" We all know what I refer to; the night my dear Aunt Bella carved up Hermione like she was a slab of prime beef. Memories flood my mind - some are my own, some are mixed and from a different perspective; one I have no claim to.
I peel the beautiful brunette off the door and march her into the dining room, kicking away one of the chairs to make room at the table. There, I bend her over the wood and command Weasley to take a seat on the other side of the table. Hermione's ass presses up against my trousers as I force her elbows across the table and magic them to stick to it. Her arms cage her breasts within Weasley's view, eyes no doubt on her ex-lover, who still holds the knife to his wrist with a shaky grip.
"You're quivering. Something wrong?," I whisper, kissing between her shoulder blades while running my fingers down her sides. The soft, supple feel of her skin against my lips reflects the innocence in her heart - yet another thing I need to break. My teeth clamp down on her left shoulder, possessive and determined to break the skin. Writhing beneath my touch, Hermione's head falls forward as she yells, "Fuck!" There's a squeak of pain, but she bites back her scream, determined to save Weasley from his fate. I taste the copper in my mouth, and though I've never bitten any of my victims, the blood is familiar on my tongue. I lap at it, eyeing the round teeth marks I've left in her skin. Merlin, yes… "Who knew dirty blood would taste so sweet?"
"F-fuck you…" Hermione sniffles, wriggling beneath me. I smack her ass playfully, earning a hiss of breath.
"That's the idea," I taunt, standing back upright to gather the view. Hermione's skirt has bunched up around her thighs, but she still wears those un-needed undergarments. Easy fix, though. I hook my finger through the soft material and begin tugging. Hermione tries to push her thighs together, but I'm determined to get what I want -what can I say? I'm a spoiled git that way. Her underwear falls to her ankles, and I crouch down to pluck them off the floor and bring them to my nose, inhaling her arousing scent. "Fuck, yes." My eyes flash over to Weasley, who is offering Hermione words of encouragement.
"I'm right here, 'Mione. Shh, I'm here. I love you. Fuck, I wish I hadn't said that, but I can't help it. I'll fucking kill him as soon as I get loose from here." The veritaserum is playing its part well - too well.
"I'd love to see you try," I reply to him, strolling around the lengthy table; I shove the underwear in his mouth and seal them there with a spell. "You always did like to run your mouth." Making my way back to stand behind Hermione, I push her skirt higher over her hips and reveal the object of my desire: that tempting ass and delectable quim. "I'll make you a deal, mudblood. If you can get through the next five minutes without screaming, I'll let you and Weasley go. No harm, no foul with memories erased." Reaching for belt buckle, I add, "But if you scream, you're mine. I'll kill Weasley and have my way with you over," I untuck myself, "and over again until," I line the tip of my cock against her slickened folds, the radiating heat enticing me like no other, "You beg me to slit your throat." And with that, I shove myself inside of her, nearly coming undone at the warmth and strangling tightness her pussy offers. I rip my shirt over my head and cage her frame with my arms, burying myself inside her. "Fuck…"
I close my eyes for a moment, lost in the feeling of losing myself inside of her. How long have I wanted this? Years… I remember the last time I wanted to shove my cock inside this scrumptious little cunt and bend her over this table. No. Those aren't my desires, are they? It doesn't matter. My monster is me, now. What he wants, I want. Hermione… is mine. All mine.
My eyes come back open, and they connect with Weasley, who can only watch on in horror as I thrust harshly into the sweltering heat of her pussy. "Look at those tits, Weasley. You said you missed them -well, here they are, bouncing right for you to see." I lean forward and lap at the trail of blood dripping from my given bite; an involuntary shiver forces Hermione to tighten around me, and it's bliss. "Tell him how it feels, Granger. Tell him how it feels to have my cock in you again."
Hermione hangs her head, and I can hear her fighting tears as she's forced to answer, "I hate it...but it feels...mmh, fuck...s-so good..."
"How good?" I encourage, picking up speed as I piston in and out of her while gathering her hair in my fist. I want Weasley to be able to see the tears and the pleasure on her face as I fuck her senseless.
"Please stop… I...need more," she admits, and she rolls her hips back, meeting my thrusts.
A smirk finds its way to my lips. "Which is it, mudblood? More? Or stop?" My palm smacks her ass harshly. A moan tumbles out of her mouth, loud and embarrassed. "Does it turn you on, knowing Weasley is forced to watch?"
"N-No!"
"Pity." Smack. Smack. Smack! My hand paddles her bottom in time with the snapping of my hips, and I can feel her body tense, trying to focus on the pleasure versus the pain. But if my plan is going to be successful, I need her to, "Scream!" I jerk her hair cruelly while clawing my nails down her spine, drawing blood.
There it is. That melodic sound of torture vocalized in a high pitched wail.
My eyes flash to Weasley just in time to watch the blade run across his skin, gathering droplets of crimson against his wrist.
"Yes…" I shove Hermione's face forward. "Look, mudblood. Look at what your love has cost you."
I don't need to see her face to know the terror that's written there. It's in every shaky breath and the beginning of her denial as I continue to fuck her. "N-No… no, Ron… oh, God, Ron! I'm so-ahh -so sorry… so sorry…" She begins to sob as Weasley pales, extending his slit wrist out for us to see.
Smack. My hand connects with her ass again, echoing in the grand magnitude of the room, and Hermione cries out in frustration, pain, and anger. Weasley brings the blade to his wrist again, cutting deeper into the wound.
"No! Ron! God, No! Stop!" Hermione cries. "Draco, please! Stop! Stop this!"
"What do you think of me now, Granger? Still love me?" I whisper, pressing my weight against her back, still giving her all I have.
"You're a monster!"
"Yesss… say it again." My teeth sink into her right shoulder, giving her a bite to match her left. Hermione thrashes underneath me, and it brings out the animal inside of me. "Say it. Admit you love a monster and I'll make him stop."
She has to tell me the truth; she doesn't have a choice in the matter. What she says next both excites me and terrifies me. "I'm in love with Draco Malfoy! He's no monster! You are!"
"Hermi...one…" Weasley's eyes hang heavy from the loss of blood, and dark circles encompass his eyes. "So… tired…"
"Let's not play games," I curl a hand around her throat and grip tight as I slow my pace, giving her a pleasant, new angle that will surely have her conflicted. "We both know you were never in love with Draco Malfoy. You were in love with the darkness inside of him. You never looked twice at him until I came along."
"You're wrong...God, please... I'll stay. I'll let you do whatever you want to me, just let Ron go. Please. Please…" She begins to plead with me now, sobbing and blubbering on like the pathetic bitch she really is. "He doesn't deserve this."
"Oh, I think he does," I chuckle, giving one last slow burn thrust before picking up my pace again. "I think you both do."
No, please. Stop this.
Shut up.
I don't want this anymore! I never wanted this.
"You don't get a choice in the matter," I grumble, feeling an unfamiliar tingle climb down the back of my neck. It's searing hot and incredibly painful.
Give me your arm, Weasley.
No.
Ron Weasley extends his bleeding wrist across the table, and the heat travels down my shoulder into my left arm, rendering it free of my control. "Stop it. STOP IT." My fingers dip into the blood that drips on the table and begin to write. "I'll fucking kill them both, you hear me!? Stop what you're-"
G. R. E. are already scribbled in crimson.
"That's it, Draco," the mudblood bitch gasps underneath me, "Keep going!"
Y. B. A.
I bite into my shoulder, trying to distract my arm, but it's no use.
C. K.-
"Fenrir Greyb-" she starts, but I clamp my right hand over her mouth and cast a quick silencio.
Well done, Draco Malfoy. Well done. Now you're going to pay for your bravery.
We go full circle back to chapter one next chapter. Can Draco and Hermione get out of this one, now that Draco is fighting back? What will be Ron's fate? Find out soon.
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