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Deception	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Finish It
- 2-Red Rabbit
- 3-Linger
- 4-Setting Out
- 5-Sweet
- 6-Shiver
- 7-Discord
- 8-Intruder
- 9-Preservation
- 10-Humiliation
- 11-Prurient
- 12-Dreams
- 13-Denial
- 14-Contemplation
- 15-Panic
- 16-Ravish
- 17-Rape
- 18-Cling
- 19-Disown
- 20-Nightmare
- 21-Haze
- 22-Discover
- 23-Bitter
- 24-Present
- 25-Detached
- 26-Regret
- 27-Dispute
- 28-Colors
- 29-Awakened
- 30-Obedience
- 31-Anger
- 32-Challenge
- 33-Confused
- 34-Cold
- 35-Fear
- 36-Cryptic
- 37-Void
- 38-Ninth Hour
- 39-Tenth Hour
- 40-Eleventh Hour
- 41-Midnight
- 42-Suprise
- 43-Infantile
- 44-Oath
- 45-Defeat
- 46-Maleficent
- 47-End
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Hermione was floating.

Warm heat gently enveloped her.

It was nice.

She knew she was still asleep, or somewhere in between waking and dreaming.


‘adorer la façon dont vous le goût ….’


What was that?


‘….like it…?’


She frowned.  She wanted to go to sleep but…


The voice was so inviting, so warm and sexy.  She could float away on it…


‘….pretty pretty…’


Hermione suddenly jerked away in a flail of limbs, kicking wildly because she did not know where she was for a minute, but she did know that Draco Malfoy was talking…and had apparently been touching her…for sometime…..


‘Stop struggling, Hermione.’


Immediately her struggles desisted.  Her arms went limp, and she sat still.  She wanted to move, to run, to flee, but in horror she realized she was stuck here.


‘If only I could command how you feel…’


She stared at him in wide-eyed fear.  He was naked, but he had bathed.  For her?  Who knew.  He was clean, his hair freshly washed, now hung around him like a curtain of pale light.


The tatoos on the side of his body stood out in stark contrast.


In a normal voice, he continued, ‘I thought you might like a bath, so I took the liberty of bathing you.’


She jerked her head down, and saw that she was indeed clean.  But if that meant Draco Malfoy was touching her she would have preferred to be caked in excrement.


He clearly understood her horror, because he laughed, ‘Don’t worry. I didn’t do anything to you.  But we have something of a time issue, so I thought it would be nice to wake you up.’


Why did he always do this?


She was supposed to leave, to go home.  Now he had changed his mind?


Why did he give her hope and then snatch it back?  Why couldn’t she for once in her life have the control, and have what she wanted?


Tears of frustration began to stream down her face.


His smile faded, and her stomach sickened as concern replaced it, ‘Do not cry, my love.’


Like a slap to the face, she was stunned.  Love? What Love?  There was no love.


He lightly traced a claw up her arm, sending shivers throughout her person.


‘I know you feel fear, and probably hatred right now.’  His tone was light, ‘I want you to know that I understand those feelings but…’


He was silent, his claw almost at her shoulder.  His flickered up to hers, bright and filled with an emotion that she could even begin to understand—


He seized her arms in an almost choreographed moved dragged her body beneath his.  He pinned her arms down and now she felt his erection pressing into  belly, hot and thick.


She would be sick.


‘As I was saying—look at me when I speak to you—as I was saying, I understand these feelings.  I do.  Not long ago, I was opposed myself…


He touched her lips, and a feeling like revulsion came over her.


‘…I have decided that tonight will begin our relationship.  Everything else,’ and he waved his hand around, as if slapping away a fly, ‘is meaningless.  I know I cannot force you feel a certain way, or think a certain way, but I think you will find yourself disliking the consequences if you choose to fight me, Hermione.’


Oh.My.God.He’s.Crazy.


‘We will be happy.  I promise.  But first you need to help me out.  I want you to drink, when I command. And I want you to not fight me when I use your body.  I want to give you pleasure.  Let me give you pleasure…’


She widly looked for an escape, but she couldn’t flee.  She was stuck here.


In some bedroom.


And even though she was mentally panicking, her body was relaxed, pliable.  Her face calm, but her eyes were tearing up.


He kissed her softly.


‘Kiss me…’


Automatically, her lips moved.  He moaned, softly moving his lips against hers before lightly tracing their shape with his tongue.


Against her will, she felt her body respond.  It tingled in pleasure, and everything felt so hott.


She moved restlessly.


He smiled.


He supported himself with one arm and then brought his left wrist to his mouth and bit.


She watched as bright red blood began to run down his arm.


His lips were stained red, a stark contrast to his alabaster complexion.


‘Drinnnkkkkkkkkk…..yessssssss…..’


His head was thrown back in ecstasy as head moved of its own accord, her mouth latched onto his wrist.  And she sucked.


It was like liquid fire, bitter and sweet.  She moaned.


He allowed the full length of his body press against her.  He was heavy, hot, hard—and then he sunk his teeth in at the base of her throat.


Her body trembled, pleasure, unlike anything she had previously experienced.  She was soaring, her legs parting for him.

No!


Yes!


She didn’t want this, she knew this but her mental faculties had been flooded; her sensory factories overwhelmed.  She could not think, only feel.


It was so wonderful, so pleasant.


And she wanted more, so much more.  Her hips pushed up against him, rubbing against him, seeking out something to relieve the need.


She sought friction, anything really, to make her cum.  She needed it.


Malfoy pulled back, and removed his wrist.  No, she needed that…


‘Does she want this?’


He came up to his knees, and began to tease her with his cock.  He rubbed her slit, taking extra care to rub his cockhead against her clit.


Hermione began to sob.


‘Say it.  Say you want it.’


‘I want it,’ she begged,


‘Good girl,’ He purred, and then he began to slide his cock inside of her.


She was so wet that it was the first time he met no resistance when entering her.  He was big, but her body stretched to accommodate him.


‘Beg me, Hermione.  Beg me to fuck you.’


‘F-fuck me!’ She sobbed, hating him.


‘Again.  Say it again.


‘Fuck me!’


He hissed, pulling out and slamming back in.  The force of his thrusts caused her tits to jiggle, her nipples jutting upwards.  He leaned down and nipped at her.


She was going crazy, her whole body trembling in pleasure—


‘Do you want it?’  He pulled back out and slammed in, hard, ‘Say you want my cum!;


‘I want your cum…’  She was crying now, her vision blurred by her tears.


He brought his face down to hers, ‘Say you love me and will never leave me.’


‘I love you and will never leave you!’


She came, unable to stand it any longer.  He growled, pumping in and out furiously, and she felt his cock jerk within her as he came, his cum filling her.


When he finished, Hermione felt as if an invisible force had freed her.  She could move her limbs, but she was to weak to do anything except lay there.


Draco kissed her gently, ‘And now you can never leave me…’

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Thank you for the support. I may do a side story with Ginny. I agree--she is not my favorite. And that Arthur Weasley comment still makes me laugh :D

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