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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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Screaming. She could hear screaming.
Hermione bolted upright in bed.
Another nightmare?
Hermione blindly reached for the lamp on the table next to her, her fingers fumbling for the switch. Laying a hand on her forehead as the beginnings of a headache started, she quickly reached for the glass of water.
But she never got to taste it because the glass tumbled to the floor, shattering into dozens of pieces.
A scream ricocheted through the house, and she was wide awake.
There was another scream, and then silence.
Hermione was frozen, unable to move for a full second, before she quickly fumbled in the bedding. Wand in hand, she flung her feet over the side of her bed and ran towards the door, barely managing to suppress her own scream of pain.
Of course, the glass.
She stood on her tip toes, lifting up her left foot because that was the one that hurt, and dug out several pieces of glass.
Time was of the essence, so she would just have to deal.
She put most of her weight on her right leg and quickly made her way to the door, opened it, and looked to her left and right. When all was clear, she hurried towards the stairs, skipping the stairs two at a time.
The noise didn’t matter because her mother was screaming again.
The sound was coming from the back of the house, towards the kitchen.
Wand ready, she prepared to take her enemy head on.
It all happened very fast. She saw her father on the floor, bleeding. Not moving. Her mother lay not far from him.
A creature—that was the only word she could think to call it, sat perched on her kitchen counter like a gargoyle.
Long, silvery blond hair fell past his shoulder, and its face was lowered in such a way that the upper part of its face was hidden.
She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again. Nope, still there.
I’m dreaming I’m dreaming!
But she wasn’t. The biting pain of glass still embedded in her feet proved otherwise. No, this nightmare was real, and it was still unfolding. She could stand there and be stupid, or she could act.
Hermione chose to act.
She summoned her patronus. Nothing.
Again, she repeated the spell, once twice—she may as well have been yelling gibberish.
A wide grin split its face. A mad hatter grin. She half expected him to sit down at her kitchen table and demand that they throw a tea party.
Slowly, she lowered her wand, and a heavy silence descended. In a faraway sounding voice, she asked, ‘Why are you here?’
The creature finally chose to gaze directly at her.
She gaped, even taking a step closer to make sure her judgment was wrong, hoping it was wrong, but she would recognize him anywhere.
‘M-Malfoy?’
She sounded as incredulous as she looked,and still somewhat disbelieving. No, no, no!
‘Je vous trouve enfin…’
French. A strange and unnatural voice that was anything but human; musical and yet a hiss. Several voices layered on top of each other and completely not of this world. Something her instincts recognized as evil.
Before she was aware of it, she began to move backwards, not stopping until her back met the wall.
And Malfoy, no, it might look like Malfoy but it was not Malfoy. Its skin almost glowed, its freaking pupils were barely visible, like little pinpricks, and horns were sticking out of its forehead. No, Malfoy was an evil bastard but last time she checked he hadn’t had horns.
It began to rise, and black, tattered wings sprung from his back, moving so fast that they were a blur, creating their own breeze. Her hair billowed about her, and she frantically pushed it out of her way.
‘Me craindre.. Obéir , et aime-moi—‘
One moment Hermione was leaning against her kitchen wall, the next moment she was in the next room, her body lifted up and slammed against the wall, the breath knocked out of her. And this thing—ethereal-demon-angel-mosnter was right in her face.
Even close up it looked like Malfoy, but it just couldn’t be. It was…otherwordly. Impossibly pretty. But at the same time the scariest thing she had ever seen, and yet…
‘Mudblood cunt,’ And he backhanded her so hard that she went flying across the room.
…And yet there was only one person in the world who spoke to her like that.
Hermione was too stunned to do much of anything. She was trying to wrap her mind around how it was possible that this might be Malfoy.
She scrambled to her knees and tried to run away, to find a weapon to bash him over the head with, but he was fast, faster than anything she’d ever seen—
He was on her, his pupils no longer tiny but enormous and dilated, almost taking up his entire iris until there was no color—
He pushed her to the floor and kneeled above her, his face no longer grinning but eerily calm.
Slowly—reverently—he ran the tips of his finger down her face, then down to her breasts, lightly caressing the tips through her t-shirt, and then fast as lightning he split the material, shredding it until she was completely exposed.
‘You’re a whore,’ he stated it in such a blasé way that she was completely struck dumb. He may as well of been discussing the weather.
But then the corners of his lips quirked up and he went from being the mad hatter to the cheshire cat. And that snapped her back into action.
‘Have you lost your bloody mind!’ she screamed, fumbling desperately to shield her breasts from his gaze, but using only one hand he pinned her arms above her head. The more she struggled the more he seemed to enjoy it.
He was…erect.
‘You’re disgusting!’ She half-sobbed, half-cried, refusing to give up.
‘You want to be my whore, don’t you Granger?’ His wings twitched and he arched away, a shudder racking through his body. It was almost like he were…
‘—cumming, want to cum’ he sighed, ‘need to cum,’ And he twisted a nipple with a free hand, delighting in the sound of pain she made, ‘I knew you wanted to be my whore, Granger.’
He lowered his face, and she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead he licked her, running his tongue up the side of her face, down to her neck, and he pulled back slightly—
His pupils were tiny pin pricks again.
Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm, her mind chanted, perhaps with the hope that if she thought it enough it might actually come true.
‘Baise-moi…’
She recognized that phrase—‘fuck me’ he hissed.
‘M-Malfoy, this is Hermione. Hermione Granger. You hate me. You don’t want to do this with the girl you hate, right?’ She couldn’t help it, her voice faltered, any pretense of bravery gone as fear reigned free.
He stared at her, cocking his head to the side as if seriously considering her words. She held out hope.
Until his hands began to knead and rub her breasts. Completely oblivious, or simply not caring, that she was crying.
She had no idea how long this went on. He explored her, like she was his personal sex toy. Who knew how far it would have progressed if some other creature—also winged—didn’t appear. The face was unrecognizable. But she did recognize the same pale blond hair that Draco had.
This other creature wrapped its hands around Draco’s throat, squeezing until he stopped moving.
Was he…dead?
Trembling, she moved out from under him and wrapped her arms around her breasts.
God, she certainly hoped so.
Then the strangler—she didn’t know what else to call him—picked Malfoy up and literally flew from the room.
Hermione sat still, completely on edge, just waiting for him to come back.
Shocked.
Several minutes passed, and she released a sob she had been holding back. And with that came another, and another, until she was choking on her tears. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Her life was not supposed to be like this!
She had been sexually assaulted. Someone she hated, someone she barely knew, broke into her home and assaulted her.
Not only did she fail to protect her loved ones, but she failed to protect herself.
He could have raped her. Killed her. Or worse. There were worse things than death…things that made you wish that you were dead.
She wanted someone, anyone, to just hold her and tell her that she would be fine, even that was a lie.
And then a new kind of terror washed over her.
Oh god, her parents! She had completely forgotten about them!
Clumsily she stumbled to her feet, tripping over the rug in her haste. No, please, god no, don’t take them too!
She managed to make her way to the kitchen, found her parents unmoving, and dropped to her knees. She checked for a pulse. Praying. Hoping.
They were alive.
Their pulses were strong. They were just unconscious.
She wept with relief.
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