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Black Widow	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Draco wanted to tear his hair out as he watched Granger brace herself. She looked like she was ready for a full on assault, which only proved his suspicions. Judging from her blood stone, the lack of personal attachments in the past few years, and her demeanor, he suspected that her captive took her roughly once and then never allowed her another full experience. While he was glad that she hadn’t been repeatedly violated, it made his job even harder. He suspected that she’d been used every way except the one that counted to the bloodstone and that made him both sick and sad. He’d have to break her down another way. Taking her against her will when she was already so damaged would be detrimental. Well, it wouldn’t necessarily be against her will, but she wouldn’t be accepting of it, that’s for sure. He sighed and knelt on the bed, frowning when she squeezed her eyes shut and tensed.
“You know,” he said, gently running a hand over her ankle and up her calf, “you look like you are expecting a hard thrust, a few grunts, and lots of pain.”
Her eyes shot open. “Wh-what?”
He smiled sadly. “I told you I’m not like that. Oh, I enjoy giving a bit of pain. I guess you could say I’m somewhat of a sadist. But I never give pain without pleasure. And I never force someone to do something they don’t want.”
She frowned. “I don’t want this.”
“You are the exception,” he told her quietly. “And I’m hoping to change your mind.”
She sniffed. “You think you’re so different.”
He frowned at that. Another theory confirmed. She’d been used. He shook his head and ran his other hand over her other calf, careful to keep his touches light but sensual. She was still so tense but he could tell this was catching her off guard. What he wanted to do was hog tie her, spank her arse until it was bright red, and fuck her into the mattress. But she didn’t need that now. She needed vanilla, romance, a sweet memory to take with her into the darkness. And there would be more darkness. He couldn’t break the bloodstone… not yet. It had to happen gradually. But a week and a half was pushing it, so he pushed her.
“Let me guess,” he said, still rubbing her calves. “Your modus operandi starts out with a circled name on a list made at the end of the war after everyone was locked up, a sort of revenge sheet for whoever is controlling you.”
Her eyes went wide and she started trembling. He nodded and moved his hands to rub her thighs, careful to stay away from her most intimate areas. “Right so far then. I must admit, most of those people on the list are, no, were pretty terrible. I believe I’m not sad to see Crabbe and Goyle Sr. go. They twisted their sons into monsters. Greg and Vince didn’t stand a chance. Not the brightest stars in the sky, you know. So it begs the question… did you truly fight as hard as you could against the curse? Or perhaps you saw the merit in your actions.”
“No,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “They deserved Azkaban, not death.”
“But you couldn’t speak out,” he pointed out, lowering his head to gently pepper her calves and thighs with light kisses. He made sure his shoulder length hair brushed along them, smirking when goose bumps rose in the wake. “Death is the next best thing.”
“I didn’t,” she said, choking for air for a minute before giving it up as a bad job.
“You didn’t kill them,” he said, letting his lips brush over her skin. “You merely ensnared them. I can see how you did it, too. Quite clever really.” He punctuated his sentences with more kisses. “First, you placed an alluring charm on yourself. Was that your idea?”
“I didn’t want to be hexed,” she snapped, jerking when he brushed the back of her knee with a finger.
He smirked. “So you thought if you cloaked yourself in spells, you’d be protected.” She nodded and he gave her kisses to both her knee caps in reward. “Like I said, clever. Then I’m assuming you cast that charming spell to their bits, the one that makes them think with the other head. After all, life as a shamed Death Eater… or sympathizer… is rather lonely. The pussy that was passed around so freely during the Dark Lord’s reign dried up rather suddenly and the only bit of trim left was either paid for or ridden harder than a crippled racehorse. To have it seemingly offered so freely… well, blood status means a whole lot less when you have their prick in a vice, doesn’t it?”
She looked off to the side, obviously ashamed. He sighed and dug his fingers in a little harder, giving her a massage. She bit back a gasp and tried to hold herself still. He nodded and hummed.
“Well, after you ensnared the one head that truly mattered, you invited them to dinner… and another round of charms. By the way, your suggestion charm is exquisite, quite subtle, nearly undetectable.”
Her head whipped around. “You knew?”
He scoffed. “Of course I did. Being the heir to such a wealthy estate does leave one a bit… mindful of the things one does for money and power. I always check for them before every engagement, date, business meeting, or casual encounter. But kudos to you, because I almost didn’t find it. And I even wore that ridiculous charm that made me think of marriage for a few minutes before I realized it.”
“How did you?” she whispered.
He smirked. “I took a vow never to marry.”
She gasped in shock. “Why?”
He shook his head. “My reasons are my own. Don’t you worry your pretty head about them. But I knew when I started thinking of you with my last name that it wasn’t my thoughts I was hearing.”
He let her stew over that one a minute. She’d thought of damn near everything, but she’d never encountered a Silent Knight. The vow never to marry was a required one. I wasn’t easy to carry on a relationship when you were called out at all hours of the night. Besides, if anyone ever did find out, spouses were too easy to try to capture for extortion. The fewer the ties, the safer everyone else was. It was lonely sometimes, but part of the sacrifice. Except for Potter. He’d managed to snag himself another Knight. They’d never go public so they weren’t technically breaking any rules. He sort of envied them. He even envied the other two members, who had started engaging each other just a few short months ago. Everyone had someone but him. He shook off the bitter thoughts and focused on his task.
“Must be lonely,” she whispered at last.
He sniffed and crawled up the bed, straddling her waist. It frightened her but he was determined to continue. He started rubbing her arms, kissing them in between sentences. “It’s freeing,” he whispered, licking the inside of her forearm and blowing, relishing her shiver. “I don’t have to worry about doing or saying the right thing, whether or not my partner trusts me, keeping them happy. I only worry about myself. I’m selfish like that.”
“So there is no one.”
He hummed, nipping at her shoulder. “No one but you.”
“M-me?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
“W-well y-yes,” she stuttered, trying to center herself as he worked his way over her collarbone and then up her neck, nipping at her ear lobe before switching sides. “B-but we a-aren’t a c-couple.”
He hummed. “That’s what your curser wants isn’t it?” She whimpered. “Then we give it to him. I’ll be the perfect little mark, buy into that horrible charade you try and sell, and assuming he doesn’t order you to kill me, I’ll get the jump on the bastard.”
“B-best for last,” she murmured, tensing when he reached the tops of her breasts.
He skipped them, going for her torso instead. She jumped when he started kissing and nipping at her ribs. “There are four other names on that list Granger.”
“Ha-… ha-.. bl-“
“Half-bloods,” he said, alleviating her pain. She nodded. He frowned, a sudden terrifying thought filling his mind. “You aren’t the only one in this are you Granger?” She closed her eyes, turning to the side. “Merlin, how many are there?”
She tried to speak but nothing came out. He took a deep breath and started kissing her sternum, trying to figure out how they could get around the tie. “Granger,” he said, his lips pressed against her skin. “I want you to gasp once for yes, twice for no. Understand?”
“Y-yes.”
He worked his way down to her belly button, making her muscles ripple before spreading out, peppering her with gentle kisses and caresses. “Okay. You are not alone.” One gasp. “The others are like you.” Two gasps. “Let me rephrase that. The ones that aren’t him… are like you.” Two gasps. “They are willing participants?” One gasp. “Blackmail then.” One gasp. “You are the only one in your situation.” One gasp. “They couldn’t cow you with threats.” One gasp. “Ever the Gryffindor.” Two gasps. He frowned. “That last one wasn’t a question. And you are a Gryffindor… right down to your toes. Succumbing to a curse doesn’t make you less of a fighter, less brave.”
“Liking it does,” she whispered.
He hovered scan centimeters above her belly button. “So you did try to ensnare them on your own merit.”
“It’s nice not to think,” she breathed.
He gave a sharp nip to her hip bone, making her gasp. “That’s the curse. The less you fight, the more you like it. The Dark Arts are as addictive as they are deadly, Granger. If you listen long enough, it’ll make you believe. Those men might have deserved it, which is why you haven’t been under much scrutiny. But what happens now, hmm? I’m the last on your list. What would happen after that? You’ve already accepted your lot as an assassin’s decoy. What else would he have you do?”
She started shaking then, tears running down her face. He nodded, happy that he’d managed to break another barrier. Emotions were key. Feeling her own emotions without the curse tamping them down would eventually bring her around enough to remove the curse. It was clear that she wasn’t thinking correctly. Especially if she wasn’t cursing him a lecher and a wretch as he nibbled on her delectable body.
“Your tits are amazing, Granger,” he said, startling her out of her grief.
“What?”
“Your tits. They’re fabulous, nice and perky. Probably been pawed at more than a kitten at a string though. Am I right?”
She huffed and turned her head. He smirked and kissed the sensitive undersides, making her blink in confusion. That confirmed it then. She was used to her pursuer going straight for the nipples or just squeezing, never giving her pleasure. He began showering them with affection, tenderly nipping and licking before blowing on them. The temperature changes were breaking her down, judging from her muffled gasps.
“I wonder,” he asked, tonguing her nipple. “Have you ever experienced pleasure?”
She moaned when he engulfed the pebbled tip in his mouth, sucking and nibbling, teasing her. She was too caught up in sensations to answer him so he moved to the other one, not willing to let up. She was finally relaxing. He kept his hands moving, massaging and caressing, making sure she had more than one sensation to focus on.
He couldn’t help himself anymore. She was too delicious, so inexperienced and scared but putting on a brave face. He wanted to make her feel good, let her know that he wasn’t doing this to use her or hurt her like the others. He pulled back, grabbing his wand and casting a spell to widen her legs and lengthen the tethers so she could move a bit. It scared her but he ignored it, decided that he had taken enough time to explore her body. He wished he could flip her and explore her back but that really would terrify her and he was trying to keep it as straightforward as possible.
“How do you touch yourself, Granger?”
“What?” she squeaked.
“To pleasure yourself. How do you do it?”
Her bottom lip quivered. “I… I c-can’t.”
“Now that truly is a shame,” he said, eyeing her neatly trimmed pussy. “Such wondrous experiences. Of course, your curser wouldn’t want that for you. No, he wants to make sure you don’t feel anything outside of him, another tether on your life. Let’s see if we can change that, hmm?”
She cried out when his fingers first brushed through his curls, obviously terrified of what he was planning on doing to her. He clicked his tongue and continued, light teasing strokes graduating to stronger, more targeted ones. She tried to hold still, which he frowned on, but soon realized that it was futile. Her first involuntary moan made his heart soar.
“That’s a girl,” he praised, kissing her hip bone. “Don’t think about the why. Just close your eyes and feel. I’ll take care of you.”
Her eyes slid shut as he continued his ministrations. Each new action was a milestone, her first gasp, the first feeling of moisture. He couldn’t help himself. He had to taste her. He frowned after the first swipe of his tongue. He could taste the dark magic permeating her skin. The rest of her body didn’t taste like that. Then he realized what it was and he wanted to throw something. Of course the curser would use the enslaving potion. As if the bloodstone wasn’t enough. There wasn’t even a cure for it… except emotions. Suddenly, his performance seemed a lot more important… for the both of them.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Granger?” he growled, knowing he probably looked murderous.
She let the tears fall freely now. “Can’t.”
“Well, I think I understand how your husbands have all died now. Really, it was never about the barriers, was it?”
“Extra,” she managed to squeak out.
He hummed. “I bet. I bet your curser is laughing now. But he didn’t figure for everything. I know the counter.”
“There isn’t one,” she said numbly.
He smirked. “So sure are we?”
“I looked everywhere.”
He nodded. “Some things must be passed from generation to generation, not written down in a book.” He flicked his wand and summoned the bottle of potion he thought he’d never need again. “And some lessons are learned harder than others.”
“What’s that?”
He sighed. “I’m afraid I can’t explain it, tongue tying being what it is. Let’s just say that this is an old family recipe. And it… it helps with certain things.”
He closed his eyes and dropped two drops on his tongue, shivering when the slimy concoction slid down his throat. The memories of the last time he’d used this potion flooded him but he managed to drop two drops on her cunt, rubbing them in. Then he dropped two drops in her mouth and cast the forcing hex again, wincing when she gagged. Another two drops rubbed on his cock and he corked the bottle, stowing it away where it would hopefully stay forevermore.
“I would have liked to take my time,” he rasped, fighting the effects of the potion so he could explain himself. “I would have given you pleasure first, made you incoherent with lust, but we’re going to have to do this backwards. It might be painful, especially since it has been a long time for you. I do apologize, but I have nothing for it.”
“No cure,” she hissed, the curse obviously rebelling.
“Relax and watch,” he said, lining the head of his cock with her entrance. Then as slowly as he could, he sank home.
“Aaah, stop,” she cried.
“Can’t,” he whispered. “You know I can’t.”
“Killing me.”
“No,” he growled. “Killing the curse.”
He buried himself to the hilt, feeling rather horrible for rushing it. But he wasn’t about to be a puppet in his own destruction, nor would he allow Granger to fall to it either. She was way more fucked up than he first thought. As he waited for her to get past the initial feelings of pain and probably betrayal, he succumbed to the potion... and memories of its first introduction into his system.
“Draco, drink it up, hurry,” Lucius urged his son.
“What will it do to me?” Draco asked, eyeing the bottle.
“Hopefully it will spare you from our fate,” Narcissa whispered.
He held out his tongue, cringing at the taste. It was like liquid fire as the slimy concoction slid down his throat, gagging him. “Why?” he choked.
“Just wait,” Lucius said, his eyes wild.
Draco obeyed, crying out as every bad thing he’d ever done flashed before his eyes. Then the room darkened, his head spinning until he saw a halo of light surrounding the one girl he never wanted to see again… Hermione Granger. He saw himself kneeling at her feet, apologizing and pleading for forgiveness. He couldn’t understand it. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally came back to the room.
“What… what was that?”
“The truth,” Lucius said sadly. “This will be the last time we are able to speak, son. He is returning and we won’t stand a chance against the stones. Muggleborns are not our enemy or worth less than we are. They are the source of true random magic, the purest one can touch. Remember that.”
“But-“
“We’ve got to go,” Narcissa said, her eyes zeroing in on the door. “We’ve kept you too long.”
Draco blew out a breath and fought back the tears. Right before the yule ball, his parents had snuck into Hogwarts and forced him to take the potion, an experimental concoction drawn up by none other than Severus Snape. It fought the effects of enslavement potions and bindings like bloodstones, though it didn’t break them. His parents had taken it for years to fight the effects of the bloodstones Tom Riddle had created to control them. But it didn’t break the enchantment. Only a strong will did that. He hadn’t known he’d been under an enslavement enchantment since he was born, another gift from the Dark Lord. But after that potion burned through him, he saw the world differently. Unfortunately, the Dark Lord returned that year and he was unable to let anyone know, for fear of his parents.
“What the bloody hell was that,” she rasped.
“Clarity of mind,” he whispered, pulling back until he almost left her and then pushing all the way back in.
She gasped and arched her back, unused to the feeling. He supposed the burning of the potion, the tingling of an enchantment wavering, and the friction of his movements was a sensation overload. The dark potion made him growl, the greasy feeling washing over him like a disillusion spell. It left a metallic taste in his mouth and made every breath taste like sulfur. That’s how it had been since he’d broken the enchantment the first time. Only the first time, it was Granger that gave him the will to break it. He’d finally seen her without the taint of Dark Magic and he’d fallen hard, vowing to never be swayed again.
He fought the spell now, once again for her. He would not let it beat him. He was stronger than it was. If she couldn’t beat it, he’d break it for both of them. He knew he could. Dare he try it though? She might not appreciate it, especially the empathy link it would create, though that would dissipate when he snapped the connection. But she started screaming and he knew he needed do something.
“Hold on,” he ordered. “Do not succumb. You can beat this. Will it to leave.”
“C-can’t,” she groaned. “Too… too much.”
“Don’t you quit on me,” he growled, thrusting rather sharply into her, trying to make her feel something besides the pain. “Stay with me. Look at my eyes. Concentrate on me.”
All his plans for her flew out the window as she locked eyes with him. There was a subtle clarity in there that he hadn’t seen earlier. The charm was slipping… or at least the enslavement potion was. They still had a long way to go.
“That’s it, Granger,” he breathed, releasing the restraints on her legs so he could reposition her. “Concentrate on the feelings I’m giving you, not the pain, not the punishment. Focus on me. Damn you feel amazing.”
Her eyes went wide when he pulled her up, settling her legs on his shoulders so he could get deeper. This was by far the strangest encounter he’d ever had, and one of the most profound. He could see the layers of darkness rolling inside of her, struggling to get out. He snapped his hips up, making her cry out in shock. It was all he could do to keep from coming then, the delicious sensations drowning him. But the darkness was still looming. He concentrated on it, calming himself down. With new resolve, he pushed her harder.
“You feel it, don’t you? The darkness rolling inside.” She nodded, crying out when he rolled his hips. “Do you feel the burning?”
“Bu-burn,” she panted, her breath catching with each thrust. “Ch-chest.”
He nodded. “Connect them.”
She shook her head wildly. “Too much.”
“You can do this.”
But he could tell he was losing her again. So he slowed down, which only made the darkness swell. He needed her to lose herself but she also had to concentrate. It was a razor thin line, one many people couldn’t walk, especially those under enchantments for an extraordinarily long time. He had to do something that would gain her attention, stop her mind for just a moment. She licked her dry lips and he knew. He slammed his mouth down over hers, mimicking the movements of his hips with his tongue. She was so shocked she squealed, stiffening and then melting, giving her mouth to him. He kissed her deep and slow, allowing her to get used to the sensations. This might have been a forced moment, but he was in heaven… even as he cursed himself for it. He had to stop it though so he pulled back.
“Now,” he panted, “push the fire towards the darkness, burn it out.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he started plunging into her, harder, deeper, rolling his hips for more friction. The pleasure would be enough to keep her from burning up. He felt the moment she was able to control the darkness. The slimy slivers were concentrated into a ball now, right at her center. He had to smile at that. He hadn’t even told her where to connect them. Now all he had to do was overwhelm her.
He reached down to gently rub her clit, hoping that she was close. He didn’t know how long he could last. She was so perfect, despite the darkness. And he’d wanted her for so long. But he couldn’t let her know that, not while she was still under the bloodstone. She could use his feelings against him. And they still had a long way to go after this. One amazing coupling wouldn’t lift the effects of the bloodstone enough. This was going to be a very long night. He felt the first flutters of her orgasm and bend down again, his lips a hair’s breadth away from hers.
“Now let go, Granger. Let go and let the feelings shatter it. Let go.”
He twisted his hips sharply, giving her clit a small tweak. She arched her back and cried out, her walls clamping down on him like a vice. He couldn’t help himself then, hastily unfastening her hands with a quick spell and yanking her upper body in his arms before he let go. She clung to him for dear life, her trembling body shattering in his arms. His climax was sharper and deeper than any he’d experienced before, threatening to consume him. Wave after wave hit them, overcoming the potion running through their veins.
After several long minutes, they collapsed on the bed. He was careful to keep his weight off of her but held her tightly so they would still be connected. He silently thanked Merlin, the Gods, and whoever else was listening that she pulled through. They’d made it through the first step. Now they just had to crack that bloodstone’s hold. But that would take a lot more than a rough bout of sex.
“I-is it over?” she whispered, still trembling in his arms.
He sighed. “Afraid not. But it’s a start.”
“W-what else is there?”
He chuckled. “Oh little Gryffindor, are you in for a treat.”
“Is it brighter in here?” she asked, trying to ignore his subtle jest.
“That would be the absence of the potion. It’s amazing how much lighter things are when you aren’t controlled by it anymore.”
She frowned, looking up into his eyes. “You act like you know how it feels.”
He pursed his lips. “I know a lot more than people give me credit for.”
She thought about it for a while and nodded. “I suppose.” She frowned then. “I still feel horrible about… that.”
He chuckled. “Then you should be punished.”
“P-punished?” she whimpered.
“Don’t worry,” he said, trying to smother his smirk. “You’ll like it.”
“Doubtful,” she sniffed.
He did smirk then, rolling over to pin her to the bed. He bit back a groan when he slipped from her body, but was pleased when she let out a small moan of protest. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
Her eyes went wide as he conjured a strip of silk and bound her hands together.
“Now,” he purred. “Confess your sins little girl and I shall absolve you of them.”

AN: So, that's got to be the most awkward sex I've ever written. Hopefully it reads okay. It wasn't supposed to be super sexy, but... meh. Looks like this might go into five chapters, maybe even six. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm glad you guys are liking this one. Keep those reveiws coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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