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Delightful Pain	By : sabreenthequeen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36261 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I hate saying this but I don't own Harry Potter or anything that has to do with Harry Potter except this very twisted plot. ::sigh::
A/N: OMG! I'm so delightfully happy! I got reviews! Yay! And not demoralizing ones in the least! Thanks for waiting patiently and I assure you that you will all like the end product of the story.
P.S. I am aware that some of you are my FF readers. Many of the content has changed so you might get confused. I just realized that tweaking some parts would make it better so I have. Anyway here's the next installment!
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Delightful Pain
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Chapter III: No One Cares
Her POV:
"Payback," he said after he removed his fingers from inside me. Merlin I can't believe it felt so good. No I can't feel this. I can't find pleasure in what my rapist is doing. It's wrong.
But it's was so good. His tongue could do wonders. There was a storm going on in my head and throughout my entire being. Lightning was flashing, jolts of pleasure mixed with pain was swirling in my head and inside my core. I was squirming, my head hurting from the battle going on inside my mind. The dual action of pain and lust was so great I was ready to burst. I was so close, stars were blurring my vision, my knees felt weak and I was glad I was laying on my back. My spine arched and I bit my lip from screaming. Gods this felt so wonderful.
Then suddenly the stars disappeared. The pleasure ceased, the battle in a standstill. He had ended his ministrations.
But why did he stop? I need him. I--I...what the hell am I saying! No I can't think like this. But I feel so empty without him. I can't believe I'm thinking this but I need him inside me. My body is shaking, my womanhood is throbbing with need. I just...
Wait where is he going? My mind yelled as the mattress depressed and I felt the absence of his body. Not even a lingering kiss? Not even a pinch to leave my nipple bleeding?
I rolled up into a ball and closed my eyes, trying my very best to fall asleep but my thoughts were plaguing my mind. There was a ache between my legs that was so great I felt my hand unconsciously going down under my stomach.
But I caught myself midway. I shouldn't be doing this. I know that I need release but it felt wrong to pleasure myself to end this ache. I've been through so much, surely I could withstand this minor ache? I hugged my knees to breasts and sobbed. I was dying with all these mixed up emotions. It's bad enough he was doing this to me but these feelings of want and desire for the very man that I despise is just too much.
I should to tell someone what he's doing to me. I don't understand why I'm not running off and telling. It isn't like me. I'm supposed to be the courageous Gryffindor, the brightest student in my year. I'm always the one to find the way out of tight situations. From my first year up till now it was always I who came up with the solutions. If it weren't for me, Harry would never have gone through to the Chamber of Secrets, or help save Sirius and Buckbeak without my Time-turner in 3rd year, or get Professor Umbridge to the Forbidden Forest and get our chance to get away. I was always the brave and witty one, helping to save the day, but why can't I save myself? Why am I such a coward all of a sudden? A threat from him shouldn't stop me from telling someone what he was doing to me. It was stupid. But I guess I'm scared that he'd find a way to get around the professors or anyone and come back for me and hurt me again or finish me off. Plus what would happen if they asked me if I ever asked him to stop? I never told him to. What would happen if he said that I wanted this? That I enjoyed it. That it was mutual?
And I'm also afraid of what he might do to my friends or my loved ones if I told. His father was a Death Eater and a powerful man of the Ministry. He'll weasel his son out in some way or the other and I'd have no chance to go away. And they are gaining more power with each passing moment. Voldemort is gaining the strength he once had and the world wasn't the same as what it once was.
And I suppose there was another reason. A deeper one that I'll deny forever.
I'm beginning to like what he's doing to me.
Now that's a scary thought.
No...I'm not. That's what he wants me to think. He wants me to begin to get addicted to him. But I won't let him. I need to find a way out. I can't and shouldn't be so submissive to him. It's wrong. That's not what the real Hermione Granger would do.
But who is the real Hermione Granger? The buck-tooth, know-it-all? Harry Potter's last reserve when nothing else works? The one to begin S.P.E.W. and fight for elf's rights? Or this passive, yielding girl who enjoys being tortured sexually and doesn't try anything to stop it?
Then again I had no reason to stop it. It's not like I could tell Ron and Harry. Not when Ron is in St. Mungo's in a coma and Harry is somewhere in hiding. They didn't feel the need to inform me where he was. It happened in the summer. The summer after our 6th year and I wasn't apart of it. They didn't care that I was waiting every morning and night for Harry's owl to come to my window. They didn't care to tell me what happened to Ron. The only time I found out was when I came to Hogwarts.
I sometimes think that I should go off and tell Dumbledore. But I was mad at him. He kept all this from me. What can he do to help?
After Ginny found out about Ron, she blamed it on me. She thought it was my fault. Ron and I used to date but I broke it off with him. I wasn't working out. Ginny thought it was because of me that Ron went to that pub where he was attacked by Death Eaters. She called me cruel and heartless. She doesn't talk to me. She hates me. And now I'm left all alone. All the others think the same thing. But how can it be my fault? I didn't dump him. It was a mutual agreement.
No one asks why I'm so depressed.
No one cares.
The only person who seems to want me around is the last person I want to even see.
But I guess in some morbid part of my head, I'm happy I at least have him. At least he wants me. At least he cares enough to come to me each night to inflict the same pain. Sure he hates me, but it beats not being liked or loved.
At least I know I'm not invisible.
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I didn't know when but I had fell asleep during those blending of emotions. The ache between my legs was immense but somehow it was slowly beginning to fade. Pretty soon my eyes were closed and I was drifting off to Dream Land. Unlike other nights I didn't have a nightmare. Instead I was having a wonderful dream. It was the first 'wet' one I ever had and the sweet ache I had previously exploded to an even greater one. In it there was a guy with me. I couldn't see his face but he was sweet and caring. His touches were gentle and each time he kissed me I felt as though I was floating. I was liking it. I was enjoying it. I wanted more. I needed more. I was happy and content.
His soft, yet firm lips were gently nipping at my neck, sucking the sensitive skin as his calloused hands were softly kneading my beasts. I ached my back, encouraging him. Never in real life would I have been so bold to do so, but this was a dream so I didn't care. I shifted my body so my hips were grinding against the large bulge in his pants. The feeling of it sent shivers up and down my spine. My body was tingling from the sweet sensations. I never felt so sensual in my life. As soon as the dream was getting better, something broke into me, searing my body in two.
I was hurting again.
My eyes popped open to find the subject of my agony. My dream guy had disappeared and instead my rapist was doing it again. At first I thought it was part of the dream but you're not supposed to hurt when your dreaming. So it was real. The bastard snuck up on me while I wasn't even conscious.
He was raping me in my sleep.
I thought at least he had the manners to do it when I knew he would be doing it. Apparently I was wrong.
The sheets were soaked with blood again. For the past week it didn't happen but it did now. I was biting my lip from screaming because I know he likes it when I show weakness. It hurt more than it ever did for the very reason that I didn't expect this. One of my hands grabbed a handful of the sheets and I twisted them. With the other I put it up to my mouth where I bit into it to stop myself from yelling out loud. My teeth dug into the flesh of my skin and I tasted blood in mouth.
What a wonderful dream, I thought bitterly.
But I still as much lonely and pathetic it may sound, I couldn't help but think...At least that's someone.
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In the following morning the tiles in the shower was wet and the bathroom was steamy. That could only mean one thing: he was here before me. Now that's a first. Turning on the water, I moaned outloud. There seemed to be little or no hot water and the coldness of the water hitting down my wounds were painful and I was giving out small whimpers. Normally I'd try to keep it all in so he wouldn't be awakened by it but now that I know he woke earlier than me, I assumed he must have left.
It was odd of him to wake earlier but why should I care?
Still I couldn't help but feel eyes following me everywhere I went until I got to my room.
We had classes again since it was a Monday. Like usual since the past month, I sat in the back and didn't socialize or pay attention. I tried to catch a glimpse of him. Usually he would pass looks by my way but he ignored me completely. It was odd and I should've felt relieved but in some weird way I wasn't.
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He didn't come yet.
I was waiting for him in bed. This time I was fully naked because a lot of my underwear were torn apart. He can be pretty brutal when it comes to clothes coming in his way to touch me. And what was the point to wearing them when it's going to be taken off anyway?
An hour passed. I pulled the covers over my body and tried to get some sleep but found I couldn't. Thoughts were plaguing my mind like when I got my first kiss from Viktor Krum and how sweet he was. I remembered how rugged his chin was because he rarely shaved. He was real nice. The fact he pronounced my name wrong was sort of sweet however annoying it may be. Maybe the two of us really would've been something if it weren't for the distance.
Another hour flew by. I closed my eyes and imagined the time he left me after the first time he forced his way into me. The first kiss we shared might have been brutal but it wasn't so bad. In fact I might have enjoyed it. The painful part was the thrill of it. Adrenaline was pumping through my body. My heart was skipping beats, his hands were pressed tight around my waist so I wouldn't move. In the beginning I wanted to kiss him back. I really did but then he was starting to use his tongue. It freaked me out and when I felt it run over my bottom lip it sent alarm bells through my head. It was then that I realized what was happening and it was then that I tried to pull away, beating my hands on his chest.
Why did he have to force it upon me? Those lips, those hands would have been so much more pleasurable if only he tried to be a bit more gentle. If only his hands were soft and he asked me then none of this would have happened. Right now I wouldn't have been wiped out by being raped repeatedly for days on end. I wouldn't be hurting so much.
I was still waiting. I was sweating too so I removed the sheets off my body and laid there in the dark looking up at the ceiling trying to cool myself down. Yesterday didn't leave a lot of bruises so it didn't hurt much but the ones from the day before yesterday and before that were still fresh and as I turned over to my side I was flinching trying my best not to give too much pressure on the wounds.
hour passed.
He still didn't come.
I actually wanted him to come. Denial was useless. Who will know this deep dark secret instead of me?
It was a lot to accept. Can you? Can you actually accept the fact that you want someone to inflict pain on you? Can you believe that though I'm getting bruises, getting mentally, physically, and sexually abused, I want him to continue doing what he's doing?
I mean not the physically hurting part, but when he was kissing me yesterday so sweetly, I actually liked that. And when his digits were inside me, his fingers delicately pleasuring me, it was bliss. I wonder why he's doing it so brutally. I mean after a few days of knowing that resisting was useless, I didn't protest. I allowed him to do whatever he wanted. But he would still be brutal. Why couldn't we be gentle to each other? If he were to ask me he wanted to sleep with me, then I would say sure. Not before, of course. I would've hexed him till there's no tomorrow. But now I guess I would say yes. If he just tried I would've. It would be better than being hurt so badly by him everyday. But he doesn't. He likes to see me in pain. No he doesn't 'like' he loves.
I was getting worried.
Did he not want me anymore? Did the plan that I tried last night (to pleasure him in return so he would get bored of me) finally work?
I suppose I should rejoice he hasn't arrived. Maybe I should do a victory dance. Shouldn't I be happy? Put a smile on my face?
Somehow I'm not happy. He was the one person who cared enough to do what he was doing with me and now he's not coming.
I was right before...
No one cares about me at all.
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Author's Note: Okay I think I'm going to get hit on the head because of this chapter by many people. I'm not too pleased with this changed result. I like my other version of it better but I changed it because in the other version Hermione was even more OOC than this. So yeah... what the heck hope you enjoyed even though nothing really productive happen. Also I read a couple of rape fantasies. They were pretty good but this won't be like that. Trust me.

Thanks to viz, Excel, redherring, Anon (to both of you! Lol there were two people with the same anonymous name) Mygeneration101, Triospleasure

Apollonia: typical for a Slytherin eh? True that.

Paige: thanks a bunch for the encouragement. It's pretty ironic how the minute after I read your review I went to check my reviews on fanfic and there was this lady who was telling it was digusting and that I shouldn't be posting this sort of stuff for all the world to read. She told me that she found her daughter reading it. I mean I never asked her daughter to read it and who said she should too. Damn people. It's not like I'm forcing people to read. It's their choice and it's my choice to write this. Anyway sorry for the ranting. I just had a lot of pent up emotions I needed to let out. Thanks for reading and I won't give up!

AmberR: there will be no interaction with any other characters whatsoever. I know that sounds weird but trust me it's important for the plot but thanks for the idea anyway. I've always wanted to add interaction but I never did because there's this part of my brain that won't let me.

ThE bAd Egg: thanks for liking the whole change in narrator. That's the whole format of the story His Pov, Her Pov, His, Her and so on. I hope you will enjoy it further. Draco's character will get deeper in the upcoming chaps.
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