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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: Need I always say this? No one reads it anyway but still...I don't own Harry Potter save this plot. Sad isn't it?
A/N: I'm getting pretty tired from all the shit I'm getting as responses for this fic of mine not that I got anything bad from here. It's just in FF.net, people were being mean again. Anyway I just have to say that characters will get as OOC as OOC can get. I'll try to keep them IC but it's hard. Draco's personality will change drastically as will Hermione. If you don't like what I do, don't read. I'm not forcing anyone to.
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Delightful Pain
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Chapter IV: Regrets
His POV:
Why do I care?
Why is it that whenever I see her, something churns in my stomach and it's not only the desire and want for me to touch her flesh but something else I can't quite name. Why am I stopping now? Why didn't this guilty conscience come to me when I first...when I first... Okay I suppose it was rape. She never told me tos stop but she didn't enjoy it and I never made it a point to give her pleasure. But still why am I feeling this now of all times? Slytherins don't feel guilty. And out of all the Slytherins I should be the one to not even think of the word.
However when I saw her bloody back, the scars, the cuts and the bruises, an unexpected lurch in my stomach made me feel suddenly sick with it all. I feel disgusted by myself, my acts and the whole situation.
Firstly she is a Mudblood. I shouldn't even have associated with her in the first place. And second even if I do want her physically, even if I do find her completely irresistible must I go and force all this upon her? Is that what a gentleman would do? Yes I may be a Slytherin, I may be who I am, but I was raised to be a gentleman as well. In fact manners were beat down into my skin and mind...literally. And part of being a gentleman is to be gentle to women. And I'm doing the exact opposite.
However then again I am a Slytherin. And being one hurting a Gryffindor, and a Mudblood at that, is not considered wrong for they don't deserve to live or even walk or breathe in the same air of us purebloods as my father tells me, but I have been raping her and that is unacceptable. How did a mere kiss turn out this way? How come I am completely infatuated with her? Why am I addicted to her body, her cries, her pain?
And what if she told? I would be done for. One blab to Dumbledore and I would be finished. A one-way ticket straight to Azakaban. But she wouldn't tell. I knew that for a fact. She wouldn't dare defy me. She is too terrified to disobey me. After all not only did I vow to get free from Azakaban and go straight to paying her a visit but I even told her that I would go after that blood-traitor friend of hers. What was her name? Never matter. She's the Weasley. The only She-Weasel.
Muhahaha, it's all planned.
But what am I saying? How will I get free? And what if she finds that this is indeed an empty threat? She'll go straight to Dumbledore.
Who cares if I do. I deserve it. I never should have done that in the first place. Besides she was the bravest Gryffindor I know next to the ever-famous Harry Potter. Of course she'll find a way to tell. And why would she not? Even if I plead to her not to. Even if I threaten her with all I have why would she not tell? She would. Besides she doesn't care if I get killed or if I might get sent to Azakaban. She would be delighted. And who would come to my aid then? My father himself barely escaped from the Dementor's Kiss by using all the contacts he had. He won't be able to save me too. And no one else cares about me. One step in Azakaban and I'll be there for life.
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I didn't go to her tonight. I couldn't. I know stopping now of all times is pretty stupid but I should stop someday and better late than never. I shouldn't be addicted to her. Why is it that I can't stay an hour without having her on my mind. Everything I think about pertains to her and it's driving me nuts!
I have to get away from here. Maybe I should go to the Slytherin Common Room. I haven't gone there for a long time. The guys must be thinking I'm crazy or something. Yeah maybe by staying there I could take my mind of the mudblood.
The guys were happy to see me. Blaise Zabini raised his eyebrows. He was sitting on one of the green armchairs with his legs thrown over the armrest and a bottle of either butterbeer or FireWhiskey in his hand. Crabbe and Goyle were stupidly watching me with nasty smiles on their fat faces. Pansy strutted over and hooked her arm around mine. I flinched and moved away from her, walking over to the secret bar to get something to drink. The guys began asking me where I've been and if I was in some sort of a relationship which would explain why I haven't come over for such a long time. I shooed away their questions and sat on the largest armchair chugging down my firewhiskey, letting the drink burn down my throat.
I leaned back against the chair and closed my eyes tuning out the Slytherin's words. Immediately the girl who I was trying to get away from came into my vision. Fuck.
I envisioned her brown frizzy hair matted down to her head and neck from all the sweat. Her body, curvy and perfect. Her nice tight ass and those voluptuous breasts that I was determined to be the only guy to see.
I felt someone, presumably a girl, reeking with perfume sit on my lap stroking my chest. I opened one eye to see Pansy smiling at me. Disgusting. She kissed me, but I didn't pull away. Crabbe and Goyle were pointing and grunting about something and Blaise had gone after some girl. I allowed Pansy to straddle my lap, her tongue egging it's way into my mouth. I couldn't help but think of the way Granger was kissing me last night. Her pink tongue swirling around going down my chest. I moaned and Pansy was getting excited that I finally was responding. Thinking about Granger was a major turn on. I could picture her sitting on my lap kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Her hands down to my prominant erection, squeezing and then letting go, a trail of saliva going down my neck as she kissed her way down.
But it wasn't Granger it was Pansy.
I pushed Pansy off of me and she fell on the floor on her butt, her legs spread out wide, her skirt hiked up to her hips. The whore, once again, was not wearing any underwear. Of course she never does. I can't remember anytime that the little whore didn't wear a bra and knickers. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked confused. Crabbe and Goyle were somewhere out in the back trying to play WizardChess but they were too stupid to even know which pieces to move where. In fact I don't even think they know the objective to the game.
I stood up, putting my bottle on the table next to me and told Pansy to turn around on all fours. She did, her ass pointing out at me. My erection was getting painful after thinking about Granger so after unzipping my fly, I slammed myself into Pansy from behind. She gave out a little Hymph! and I began going in and out. I pictured Granger and how her hot mouth wrapped around my arousal. Her head bobbing up and down. Each thought send a pleasurable jolt through my body. Pansy was moaning and whimpering in pain for I was going fast without any sort of rhythm or correct pace and just went in and out of her in an irregular manner. It wasn't artful in the least but it still would relieve my ache and for me that was bliss.
I remembered how Hermione Granger locked gazes with me that day on the alcove at night. Her chocolate orbs gazing up at me as her head bobbed up and down. That was the first time someone did that. I felt caught like a deer in the headlights. Our eyes locking was so intimate and private. I would never allow anyone to see me in such a vulnerable state, but I couldn't tell her to close her eyes. It was so erotic that I couldn't control it any longer and gave out one heck of a release that day and thinking about it now, gave me the same outcome.
Pansy was crying when I took myself out of her. It must have been hard and painful. Oh well that's just too bad. The whore deserved it. I tucked myself back inside my pants and walked away leaving a messy, bloody Pansy Parkinson behind. Crabbe and Goyle were, as usual, oblivious to what happened.
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I walked up to the portrait of a little girl with curly blond hair like that famous muggle girl...what was her name? Mother used to tell me about it. Oh yes, like Curly Pimple! No wait that doesn't sound right. Oh wait it's Shirely. Shirely Temple.
She was there with a unicorn and was stroking it's white silvery mane. The portrait looked really serene. The little girl smiled at me and I suddenly felt that churning in my stomach that meant I was guilty again. Her smile reminded me of the one Granger had before I took it away. I said the password ("Sharing and Caring" Geez Dumbledore really needs to get a life. I should change that password) and walked through the portal.
I walked inside, the portrait closed behind me and I was enveloped in darkness. As I was walking back to my room, my head was pounding from the whiskey I had. Wow I forgot how strong Wizard alcohol is. I dragged my feet to the door to my room and opened the door. My mouth felt suddenly dry and I decided to wash my face so I went to the adjoining bathroom. There I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with cold water. It woke me up a bit but my head was still hurting. Swaying from side to side, I opened the nearest door thinking it would lead to my room but I entered the last place I wished to go.
I entered her bedchamber.
Another churn occurred in my stomach, my breathing hitched, my eyes widened. She was waiting for me and even in the darkness I could trace the outline of her naked body. From her dainty feet to her welcoming thighs and her curving hips supporting her flat stomach. Her voluptuous breasts made my dry mouth even more dry like sandpaper. My eyes traveled up to her slender neck and then to her pouty lips on her innocent sleeping face. The faint light from the moon emitting from the open windows cast a glow on her sweaty body and I felt myself grow hard.
She was waiting for me. All naked and ready.
I groaned. Fuck I'm not supposed to be here. I shouldn't be doing this. I have to get away before I do something else I regret.
I was still standing in the doorway of the bathroom, my chest heaving, my mind concentrating on holding on to my self-control. Her eyes fluttered open. Her face was scrunched up in concentration and then she turned her gaze to me. I couldn't understand what sort of expression she had. It was something that had to do with fear but I could feel relief, anticipation and lust in her cinnamon eyes. She wanted me to come to her.
I stayed where I was not trusting myself.
What am I doing? a part of my mind told me. I should go to her. She's actually waiting for me. I'll never get this opportunity again.
But I shook my head from my thoughts as my stomach once again gave another turn. This guilt was slowly eating me. Turning me mad.
I watched as she lifted her head from her pillow and covered her breasts with her hand subconsciously. She sat up, drawing the sheets around her body turning her face so her eyes met mine fully without her having to turn her neck and strain it. "Draco?" said her quavering voice.
A part of my brain cracked and my stomach did a flip. My mouth gave a strangled moan at the sound of my name on her lips. She actually said my name.
And that was when a dam broke in my head. I suddenly found myself regretting everything I ever did. Everything I ever said to hurt her. I hated myself for calling her a mudblood, taking advantage of her loniless and stealing her innocence. I wanted to beat myself for ever hurting her, causing her pain and grief.
A silent tear of frustration trailed down my cheek and I hated myself for both crying and thinking this way. My fingers curled into a fist and my nails dug into my palm, drawing blood. I closed my eyes not wanting to see her. Not wanting her to see me cry.
"I'm sorry," I whispered and ran out the room, shut her door. I ran passed the bathroom, my head still pounding and entered my own room and closed the door. For the first time in my life, I just found out that I cared for someone other than myself or else why would I feel so bad and mad at myself?
I deserve to go to Azakaban. I deserve to pay for my sins. I don't deserve her forgiveness. I don't deserve her caring voice saying my name so lovingly.
It was then that I suddenly found myself in a situation I could never rectify.
And I regretted everything I ever did.
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Yep, some major OOC-ness. It won't get better btw.
Plus, and here's a secret, the reason for the OOCness is because this was originally a non-fanfiction and was supposed to be something I was going to put in my fictionpress account. I made it into a HP fic instead and because I love HG/DM I used just that. I'm sorry if you aren't enjoying it and think that it should not happen. You can still turn back.
In addition, and I'm sorry about all these author's notes, but I have the ending of this fic done. I have more on FF but for this site I'm going to use a different ending. There will be 5 more chapters in all.
Thank you for the reviews and please keep them coming. I know the site has been down quite frequently but if you want you can always give me an email if the review feature doesn't work. Look in my profile for the addy. Thanks to those that did. Reviews and comments are always appreciated. I would do individual ones but I'm in quite a rush. Maybe next time then?

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