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Delightful Pain	By : sabreenthequeen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36261 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything regarding Harry Potter save this plot of mine. Pathetic huh? I do wish I could own Draco. Alas me and the whole female population of Harry Potter fanfiction can't and never will.
A/N: thanks a bunch for the reviews though I got a lot less. What's up with this site and reviewing? Don't you people know what it is? And I used to complain for not getting 50 per chapter in FF where here getting 5 is like a miracle. Still thank you again. This story will not be like the typical rape fantasy (though I must tell you I never heard of rape fantasies till now. The 2 stories I read was where at least someone was under the Imperius.) It'll be different. It's a promise to you. In fact the change of it shall start from this chapter and on.

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Delightful Pain
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Chapter II: Guilt
His POV:
"There's no escape from me," I breathed in her ear, my hand around her waist, drawing her close to me so she could feel the stiffness of my cock that she had left in midway. The nerve of her. But I learned my lesson. I thought she had finally given in to me, but she didn't. She thinks she could trick me? Ha! I'm more powerful than her right now than she'd ever be.
Didn't think I could perform wandless magic could I? Another advantage to having a strong line of powerful pureblooded wizards and having a father that served the Dark Lord.
I was mad at her. So mad that I took her hand and twisted it behind her back. Yes scream. Scream for me.
Her cries were rattling through the room. Satisfied, I let go of her arm, hoping there were bruises there to add to her collection and threw her back down on the bed. I was enjoying the gentle kiss we shared earlier and her hands down on my crotch was amazing but she had to be a bitch and leave me. No one left me in the middle of pleasure. She thinks she could get away from me? Never. She'll pay for that trick.
"I--I'm sorry," she whispered.
"What was that?" I hissed, watching her as her chest rose and fell, her voluptuous breasts exposed for me to ogle. I slowly followed her down the bed, like a predator launching on its prey. I ignored my painful erection for the moment and lowered my ear to her mouth so I could listen better.
"I said I'm sorryot; ot; she said louder and I chuckled.
"You're sorry? That's all?" I asked, making sure my voice was husky and my lips touched her earlobe. She trembled at the touch and my fingers went down to her white knickers, ripping it off her body. I tore it two and she bit her lip from screaming. Did she know how sexy she looked when she bit her lip? Did she know what she made me do? My cock twitched, wishing to bury itself up her tight ass. She made me go wild. She made me want to teaf alf all the boundaries and dug myself inside her and never get out.
I saw a tear form in her eyes and trailed down her cheek, over her chin and down her neck. My eyes were glued to that single tear and when it went down to the flesh between her breasts, I couldn't take it any longer and followed the trail with my tongue, licking up the salty tear, going up her neck which was covered by hickeys I gave her and to her lips where I biwn hwn hard.
A whimper escaped her lips, allowing me to stick my tongue down her throat. Fuck, her whimpers and cries always turned me on so bad. I wanted to come right there even though I was far from her core. I licked up her blood, finding it oddly arousing and swallowed up her cries. My hands were down in her womanhood, burying them in her brown curls where I looked for her treasure. My fingers ran over her folds and for the first time, she was wet for me and I was able to slide my fingers through her slick entrance without a problem. Even after fucking her for over 2 weeks, she was still so fucking tight. It was so good. I couldn't get enough. I entered another finger, pumping them inside her, faster and harder and she cried into my mouth. Her hands were on my arm and I didn't knoat sat she was doing. For a moment I thought she wanted to make me stop, but the next she was bucking her hips forward.
It turned me on so bad, I had to concentrate hard on not ejaculating right there. I had to punish her for leaving me. If she was getting aroused with my hands, I'd either have to stop or make her ache as much as I was. Either I should stop right away and make her beg for me to continue or insert another finger and turn this pleasure into pain.
I decided to do the former but not right then. I removed my lips from her mouth and down to her incinerating core where I lapped up all her juices, my tongue delving inside her, devouring her. Her moans were bubbling up her throat and her other hand was in my hair, pushing me further, spreading her thighs out wider so I could gain more access to her depths. She was enjoying this. A lot.
I smirked and moved my mouth away, her hands were too weak to keep me in place. Then, sitting up, I took my digits out of her and licked my fingers in front of her face. She moaned at the loss and I smirked wider. "Payback," I whispered. I shouldn't have allowed her to handle such a vital part of my body. She could've took advantage and hurt me pretty badly. It was foolish of me, but I couldn't resist. She had such soft, warm hands. It was her first time yesterday but she was good. Better than anyone else I've had.
I debated on whether to leave her there or continue on what I've come for. In the end I left her there to tend to the problem she hadn't finished. She was withering in the bed. Her mind was obviously battling why her body reacted so positively to my touch. She was torn between pain and pleasure. I loved to see her cry in pain. I loved to see her completely shattered. It was a major turn on. I didn't know why I was so sadistic. I didn't know why but I was addicted to her cries of pain. I loved to see her bleed. I loved to see her trying her best not to show her emotions. And I suppose that's all I needed to know.
I loved to hear her scream my name. I'd have liked it better if she cried out my name in pleasure, but crying out in pain was just as good.
I picked up my clothes and watched as she crawled into fetal position. Smirking, I opened the door to the bathroom and picked up my wand and left through the door at the opposite end of the bathroom we shared and into my room. My hands were down to my almost bursting manhood and with onuch,uch, I came into my hands. The climax was a large one and I threw my head back and envisioned Granger under me. Fuck, I shouldn't have left her there. It would've been so much better if I were inside her right now. But I had to do it. I had to show her whose the dominate one. I had to show her that she couldn't mess with me.
Cleaning up, I pulled on my boxers and crawled into my all black bed. I put my hands under my head and tried to recall why I was doing this in the first place. I really have no clue why I began this. I never thought I'd be fucking Hermione Granger daily, feeding in her cries. However right now it was as natural as talking. I couldn't imagine not being with her one night.
I suppose my carnal desires developed for her at the start of 4th Year. But just being 14 years old and brought up to hate mudbloods, I left it as a little crush and nothing more. However it developed further this year. Being Head Boy and having her a room next to mine with only a bathroom between us, stirred up those feelings a tenfold. I wanted her bad and ever since I saw her one day in the bathroom, completely nude I lost it. Imagining her in classes, between classes, at meals, while doing homework, I couldn't get enough of her. I pictured her face and her body in place of the girl I was with for the night. At nights, when I'd be alone, my dreams were always heated and found myself in various occasions with a sweaty body and wet sheets.
I wanted to have her and one night I had gone to her room to gain in her favor. I had gone in hopes of getting a soft kiss and slowly making my way up the ladder gently. But the little Gryffindor had her wexteextended and I lost it. I had her disarmed and came forward. I could tell she was afraid of me. She tried her best to keep her facial expression neutral, but I could see the fear in her eyes. I don't know what happened there but I snapped. I leaned forward to do as I had started out, to give her a small peck at the lips, but it turned out much more than I had intended. I pressed forward, wrapping my arms around her to keep her from leaving. She wanted to get away, but I didn't let her. I knew she wanted me. But she was afraid which was something else that turned me on. If I couldn't have her by being nice, I had to use force and use force I did. And soon I began gaining pleasure in her pain.
It turned from an innocent kiss to a brutal sexual intercourse and instead of getting mad at myself and stopping, I found that I couldn't. Besides it wasn't as though she ever told me to stop. It would've been rape if she did but this was different. She never wanted it to end though I know I hurt her pretty bad sometimes which is why she cries but I couldn't help it. Seeing her in pain and torturing her is one of myoritorite past-times. I had to have her again and again even if it meant to hurt her in the process and now I love to see her cry. I was addicted to her in so short a time. Like a vampire, showing myself in nights only, sucking her blood, leeching on her pain.

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The next morning, I woke extra early and jumped into the shower, pouring cold water down my body. Usually she would be the one to wake early, but it was I this time. It has to be probably the first time I was up earlier than her. Turning off the shower head, I walked back into my room with a towel around my hips, leaving the door slightly ajar so I could go back in and finish grooming. I didn't shave and I hated the stubbles on my chin. I liked my face to be smooth and touchable.
Taking out my school clothes, I laid them down on the bed and walked back into the bathroom.
To my shock, she was inside.
More specifically, she was inside the shower and I could hear her stifle some moans. What was she doing? Pleasuring herself? No Hermione Granger would never masturbate it had to be thinthing else. Maybe from the pain. I stood as still as I could as the door and heard the water turn off and she came out, totally nude. I wanted to indulge myself in seeing her naked, but when her back turned to me I felt something I never did before. Her entire back was covered with cuts and bruises. There were dried blood on her pale, creamy skin and scars of cuts that had been healed through time.
Her wand was on the side of the sink and I moved away so she wouldn't see me through the mirror. She was using numerous spells both healing charms and concealing ones. I had wondered where the hickeys I gave her on her breasts had gone each night I came to pay her visit and now my question was answered. She wasn't able to heal and remove them all, but she managed to take the most of them out.
My breath caught at my throat and I was choking on something invisible. She left shortly after and I stayed in the bathroom for a while to wallow in my thoughts. A moment later I walked into her room. She wasn't there but her bed was unmade and I saw a puddle of blood in the sheets.
And I remembered where that came from.
During the night, I couldn't stop thinking about her so I stealthily entered her room. I guess I really couldn't stay a night without being inside her. It was crazy I know but right know I don't care if I lost my sanity. It's quite normal among us Slytherins.
Her breathing was irregular. Even in her sleep she was crying. I had pulled the covers off of her body and traced the outline of her face. I lowered my mouth and allowed myself to gently kiss her neck, my hands cupping her pebbled nipples under her extra-large white T-shirt that she must have put on after I left. I rolled my thumb and index-finger around the hardened nipple and she had arched her back to allow to her body to press forward into my hand. I couldn't help but lick my lips and continue massaging her breasts. Her hips were angled in such a way it it was brushing up against the bulge in my boxers and finally I couldn't take it any longer. I took off my boxers and pulled down her simple white knickers and pumped into her. Her bloodshot eyes were thrown open in shock and pretty soon she realized that what was happening wasn't a dream and bit her lip from screaming. It only made me want to go faster and harder even more and the bed sheets were soaked in crimson blood...
My heart sank to my stomach and I suddenly felt sick.
Sick with disgust at myself and also a foreign feeling I never thought I could feel.
I felt so...guilty.
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