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Cast No Shadow	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Miahdrake - I hope this chapter meets with your approval. Lots of angst. No worries, my life is so boring it makes watching paint dry a must-see.
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Hermione was crying hysterically by the time she and Goyle had Apparated back to his house. She had no doubt that he would make good on his threat. He hauled her along a hallway to a door that opened to reveal a set of stairs leading down. Hermione felt a hysterical laugh bubble up inside her. You can take the boy out of Slytherin but not the Slytherin out of the boy. Leave it Goyle to be the type that has a dungeon.

She went down first. When she got to the bottom she saw more doors. Goyle stopped in front of one and unlocked it. He shoved her in with a promise to be back later. She almost wished he had just gone ahead and raped her. Then at least she wouldn't have to sit here anticipating it and thinking about how Malfoy had betrayed her. His betrayal hurt more than she thought it should.

She walked to the far corner of the room and sat down on the floor, as there was no furniture in the room. Why was she so surprised and hurt that Draco had tricked her? She knew what a selfish, evil person he was. He was just being himself. No, she was the stupid one for thinking he would be anything other than what he was. Why couldn't she stop obsessing? She should be mourning the fact that she'd probably be murdered and would never see Harry again. With that thought she started to cry anew. Harry, her love. Not only had she betrayed him but now he'd be left all alone again. She'd just be another in a string of people he loved who had died. And what about her parents? All her thoughts pushed her into a breakdown. All she could do was rock back and forth and whimper.
After leaving Hermione's flat, Draco owled the informant to meet him. He hoped, even though he knew better, that an auction hadn't taken place tonight. But he knew too much about how they worked to think it hadn't. He sat down in a booth in the corner of a pub. He was antsy and couldn't sit still. A witch with lime-green hair came to take his order. "Firewhisky," he said. Just as she turned to go he stopped her to change his order to water. He needed a clear head to rescue Hermione. And he knew rescuing her was exactly what he was going to have to do. He just prayed that he wasn't too late.

Speaking of late, where was his informant? Fear seized him. What if the informant didn't show up? Wait—no, that couldn't happen. He knew what would happen to him if he didn't show. With that Draco relaxed a little.

Just then he saw the man he was waiting for winding his way towards him. The informant sat down with a sigh and looked around for the waitress. Draco growled, signaling him to start talking. The guy looked at him. Usually Draco let him order before grilling him.

"I suppose there was an auction tonight?"

"Yes. As soon as a new shipment arrives there's an auction. Can't have them there too long; it would be too risky."

Draco leaned over the table and looked at the wizard intently. "I need to know if there was a woman there with blonde hair and brown eyes, about 168 cm, weighs about eight or nine stones, and has a C-cup chest."

"Shit, you just described five girls that were there tonight."

Draco racked his brain trying to think of another feature that would set Hermione apart. "She has a freckle on the top of her left breast."

The wizard thought about it for a second. "Yeah, there was a girl there with such a freckle. She went for a lot of money—seventy-five thousand Galleons, to be exact. I personally thought Gregory Goyle paid too much."

Draco felt the bottom fall out of his stomach. Four out of the five women who had been found dead had been bought by Goyle. As his old Hogwarts friend, Draco knew exactly what Goyle was capable of. Draco grabbed the wizard by the front of his robes. "How long ago did the auction end?"

"Maybe an hour ago," the wizard stuttered.

"Where does Goyle live?"

"I don't know." The informant tried to ease his way towards the door. Draco growled with frustration and got up, walking quickly from the pub. He didn't pay the guy like he usually did, but the wizard wasn't complaining. Draco would have to go to the Ministry and look up where Goyle was living. That would take at least half an hour but he didn't have any choice. All he could do was focus on finding the address and not on what Goyle could do to Hermione in that amount of time.
Hermione heard footsteps and tensed. They stopped at her door and she heard the key turning in the lock. The door opened and Goyle stood there in a leather bondage outfit. She knew this would be no ordinary rape; he planned to torture her first. "Get up, you Muggle slut."

She got up and trudged toward the door. When she got within arm's length he reached out and grabbed her by the hair. She cried out in pain. He didn't care, just yanked her down the hall to another door. Hermione started trying in earnest to get away when she saw the contraptions set up in this room. Chains hung from the ceiling and there was a table with leather wrist and ankle straps. A small table next to it was covered with various torture devices. "Do you like it, my pet?"

Goyle prodded her in the back, angling her towards the chains. She whimpered. "God, you make me so hard." She could feel his heavy breathing on the back of her neck. She could also feel how "hard" he was. Her back was to him. He yanked her arms up and put the shackles on. Walking to the wall, he adjusted the length of the chains, causing her arms to rise up above her head. He walked back and started to unhook the eyelets on the front of her corset. When he was done he grabbed her breasts and kneaded them roughly. He pinched her nipples hard, too hard, and she tried to twist away. He chuckled and slid his hand down her front until he got to her feminine mound. He rubbed his hand back and forth. The friction of her underwear didn't feel good but she stood stoically and took it. If she fought he'd only get off on it more. Goyle stepped back from her and walked away. She heard rustling and tried to turn around but was impeded by her arms, so she couldn't see was he doing.

He came back and breathed into her ear, "I hate to mar such beautiful skin, but I've found that woman can't really enjoy sex until they're broken and bleeding. By the time I'm ready to fuck you, you'll think it's the best feeling in the world."

Before Hermione could really take in his words she heard a kind of singing noise right before she was viciously whipped. She screamed and jerked forward. Goyle pulled back and struck again. Even though she was expecting it now, it still hurt. She was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe. She just wanted to die. After a few more blows she understand what he meant. She would take him raping her over this any day.

Goyle once again came up to her and she felt his tongue trail along one of her lash marks. "Mmmm, your Muggle blood doesn't taste too bad. I'll definitely have to do this again. I almost came just from hearing your screams." Hermione tried to retreat into her head, away from the pain and away from him. She thought of Harry's smile and his laugh, savoring the memories of when he had smiled and laughed for her. She thought of Malfoy above her, looking down at her with confusion, lust, and hate and asking her what she was doing to him. When the pain came again she was able to let it go and eventually, mercifully, passed out.
Draco Apparated to his office, once again becoming his calm, cold, and collected self. He knew where to look. Unfortunately in the first place he looked he came up empty, as with the second and third and fourth places. It was in the last place he thought to check that he found the address. He memorized it and put the file back. He debated for a second on whether to call in the Aurors. He didn't know what kind of security precautions or how many people Goyle used for his protection.

Also, he had no doubt that if Goyle got wind of the Aurors coming he'd kill Hermione to save his own ass. No, Draco had to go in by himself and hope he didn't get killed going in. He left a note to be delivered in an hour and a half requesting a raid to be carried out on the Goyles' house. He had every intention of having Hermione out by then. He went into the Aurors' armory; even wizards needed a helping hand when it came to war. He grabbed gas bombs and a knife just in case he should get disarmed and had to do hand-to-hand combat. He had to laugh a little at how he must look. Double checking to make sure he had everything, he Apparated to within a mile of Goyle's address.

Draco kept low to the ground and moved quickly. He needed to do reconnaissance so he could figure out how best to get in and out in the least amount of time. Bloody hell, he thought. It hadn't occurred to him to bring a map. He would just have to guess. If he knew Goyle, he would have a special room for his vice, most likely underground. Draco knew he was wasting valuable time, but he needed to pin down the rhythm of the guards.

After ten minutes he figured he had it. The guard to his left could easily be taken and the other one would be leaving for a smoke break soon. He waited until the one wizard went on his smoke break, leaving the other one alone. Draco sneaked up on the guard's left. Putting his wand to the man's neck, he quickly took him out and then shoved him into some bushes. Not the best place to hide him, but there wasn't time to perform an Imperius Curse. Draco took the enchanted keys from the wizard's robes and unlocked the door, while at the same time saying a counter-charm. He sighed with relief when nothing happened. He quickly looked around and darted forward.

He moved quickly and stuck to the shadows. He didn't know which door led down the basement, so he did some random searches, cursing at the time it was taking. Not only did he have to worry about getting caught but the fact that the Aurors would be arriving soon played against him.

On the fourth door he tried he found the stairs leading down. Just in time, too, because someone had raised the alarm. He hadn't expected them to find the wizard in the bushes quite so soon. He locked and charmed the door on his way down to make sure Goyle's lackeys wouldn't be able to come to his rescue. He hurried forward. Bloody hell—there were ten more doors down here! He listened for a moment but didn't hear any sound. He went to a door and unlocked it. Inside was a woman, huddled on the floor. She had been battered so severely that he could see where her bones had been broken and healed incorrectly. She looked like a distorted skeleton.

The room reeked of unwashed body and human excrement. Draco pulled back; even he, a hardened ex-Death Eater, was disturbed. He had no choice but to leave her. The Aurors would be here soon enough. He kept checking doors and finding women in similar condition to the first one. Finally he reached a door and knew Hermione was inside. He heard soft whimpers and a kind of keening sound. He carefully opened the door, fully prepared to utter the Killing Curse.
When Hermione came to, she was strapped onto the table. The leather straps were biting into her skin and her whole body felt like it was on fire. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and escape. This was not happening to her. She was in so much pain that she was physically sick. All she could do was whimper. Goyle's face swam into her distorted vision.

"Ah, you're finally awake. Took you long enough. There'd be no point in moving on to the next phase if you were out cold. I want you to enjoy it. I'm afraid your screams were just so beautiful, I might have gone over a little overboard." Hermione's eyes traveled to where she saw a flash of light. Sheer panic rushed through her. Goyle was holding a scalpel-like instrument and smiling evilly.

"Don't worry; after a while the pain just ceases to be. That's when I'll take you." Something in the shadows caught Hermione's attention. Her eyes widened involuntarily. Goyle saw her face and automatically ducked and turned, Draco's curse shooting over his head. As Goyle was turning he grabbed his wand and shouted a curse at Draco. Because Draco was in the shadows still, he missed—but just barely. Realizing he had missed, he was quick to position himself behind Hermione, using her as a shield. Draco stepped out of the shadows, wand in hand.

"Give it up, Goyle, you're not going to win. I'd just as soon kill her as you." Upon hearing his old friend's voice, Goyle straightened up.

"Draco?" Draco used Goyle's surprise and confusion to his advantage and summoned Goyle's wand to him. Goyle just looked at Draco like a confused puppy.

"But you're dead." Pulling a knife from the sheath at his side, Draco walked up to his one-time friend and slit his throat. He didn't even blink when blood sprayed over him. He dropped the knife to go to Hermione. She looked at his blood-spattered face and stained robes and fainted.

Draco knew he must look a fright, knew his eyes probably still burned with hatred for Goyle. The fact that he'd said he would readily kill her probably hadn't helped. He quickly undid the straps and took off his robe to put over her naked body. He saw the bloody lashes on her back, and he had to pause for a second and take a breath. He was shaking with a rage he had never known before. It was a good thing Goyle was already dead. Draco would have liked to have gutted him, too. He put his robe on Hermione and hugged her to him. She moaned in pain. He didn't like hurting her, but he needed to get her out of here. The Aurors would be here any minute and Draco didn't want them to find him and Hermione.

Knowing that Goyle would have a way out other than just the stairs, Draco started to search the room. He finally found the passageway underneath the table Hermione had been on. He carefully picked her up and went down into the narrow passage, setting her down only to close the door. He pulled his wand out so they could have light, then picked her up again and started walking quickly. When he was 100 meters away he heard the sound of footsteps and shouts. The Aurors had arrived. He began to run. The passageway finally dumped them out into a forest clearing. Holding Hermione tight, Draco Apparated back to his house.

As soon as he was standing in his library he started towards his bedroom. He kicked open the door and shut it behind them with his foot. He moved into the room, heading to the bathroom, and set Hermione down on a fainting couch he had there. He walked to the tub and turned on the facets. As the tub filled with water he stripped out of his clothes. Most of the blood was on the robe Hermione was wearing. He walked over to her and undid the robe. Taking her in his arms, he climbed into the tub. The water touching the welts on her back made her cry out. He reached for his wand and put her back under; the he very gently washed her body, being careful of her back. As he washed her face, his eyes welled with tears.

"I wasn't there when you needed me and I'm sorry."She stirred as if she heard him. He finished washing her and got out of the tub. He set her on the bed, face-down, and went to work on her back, doing the best he could. He thought about calling Albert, the wizard who'd stitched him up, but decided against it. When he was done he didn't think even a Healer at St. Mungo's could have done better. She would be sore for days and she would have scars, but they would thin.

He dried her hair, running his fingers through the soft waves. A sense of protectiveness and possessiveness overpowered him. He stopped in mid-stroke. Wait—when had these feelings taken root? He thought about it and concluded that it was when Hermione had allowed him to touch her like a lover. He had branded her. She was breathing evenly and wasn't whimpering in pain or fear any more, so he allowed himself to relax. He continued to watch her. Soon enough, sleep claimed him.
Hermione woke with a start. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She looked over to her left and saw Malfoy sleeping on his side without a stitch of clothing on. She gasped. Looking down, she realized she was naked as well. Oh God, had Goyle handed her over to Malfoy so he could rape her? She panicked, thinking she had to get way from him. She hadn't realized she'd made a sound until his eyes slitted open and he looked at her. He smiled and moved to brace himself on his hands. She saw him moving and scrambled off the bed, backing up. The she turned and ran. Her brain was telling her to run, to save herself. She heard him call to her but she kept running. She saw a door and opened it, slamming it behind her. It didn't have a lock on it. She scanned the room, trying to find a place to hide. Oh, where was her wand? She heard him coming and she ran to the closet. She huddled in the corner. Then she heard him come in.

"Hermione?" She held her breath, praying he wouldn't find her but knowing it was inevitable. After a minute the closet door opened. He had put on a pair of boxers. He crouched down. "Hermione." She started crying and threw her hands up in front of her, hoping to protect herself. "No, love, I won't hurt you. Come here." She didn't believe him. Her body was in fight-or-flight mode and she wasn't going to go without a fight. When he reached for her, she lunged. She managed to scratch his cheek, drawing blood, before his hands came up to her wrists. She fought with all the might of desperation. He managed to get leverage and flipped her over, pinning her hands above her head. Realizing that he had her, she stopped fighting. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Please don't hurt me." With that he let her go. She crawled away from him, not sure what he was playing at.

He just looked at her. The look on his face was one of guilt, anger, pain, and…lust? He raked his hand through his hair. "Hermione, let me explain."

He stood up and she flinched. He walked back to the closet and grabbed a robe and tossed it to her. She put it on without saying a word. He sat down near her.

"I messed up, Hermione. I should have stuck with my plan and showed up at your flat at the same time I usually did. By the time I did get there it was too late. I'd planned to tell the informant your description and set up for a raid once I knew you were taken. I didn't know until it was too late. By the time I tracked down the informant you'd already been sold. I had to find out where Goyle was living and then get in. You were never supposed to be hurt, I promise."

She looked at him incredulously. "You expect me to believe that, after all that you've said to me? How you've acted towards me? I don't believe you—you sold me out."

He shook his head. "No, Hermione, I didn't. If anything, I ruined the whole operation by rescuing you. The news of the raid and Goyle's death is bound to get back to the ring. The chances of them staying in the same place are nonexistent now. I couldn't leave you, though. I was out of my mind with fear thinking of what he could be doing to you."

Hermione searched his face and eyes for signs of deceit and found none. "I thought you'd abandoned me, that you wanted me to be raped and beaten."

"No, never." Draco reached for her again and this time she let him gather her to him. He just held her, letting her cry. Hermione was emotionally exhausted. She just wanted to sleep for weeks.

Draco picked her up and carried her back to his room. Once again setting her on the bed, he lay down next to her. He brought her into the shelter of his arms and let her cry herself out. It was his fault she was broken. He hadn't wanted this; he'd wanted to break her through mind-blowing sex, not torture. This Hermione had no spirit. Where was the fun in that?

He stroked her absently from knee to hip. The material of the robe was silk and it did nothing to mute his touch. Hermione stilled when she became aware of what he was doing. He had no way of knowing what that did to her. Her body reacted involuntarily, arching, looking for more. His hand paused. She looked at him from under heavy lids. His eyes were still cold but there was something else in them, something she'd never seen, or maybe she just never noticed. He leaned down and kissed her.

He was gentle so as not to scare her. He brought his hand up and ran his thumb over the apple of her cheek. She opened her mouth for him and his tongue swept in, meeting hers and stroking. She gasped and arched. His hand left her cheek to slip inside her robe and cup her breasts. Hermione jumped a little when he touched her nipples, as they were still sore from Goyle's ministrations. Seeing her face tighten, he became angry. He wanted to ask if Goyle had raped her, but he didn't want to bring back bad memories. Instead he bent his head to her breast and gently laved her nipple, soothing the soreness. When her breath caught in her throat he pulled away to give the same attention to her other breast, pressing kisses sweetly on them. She was restless. She skimmed her hands through his hair to hold him to her breasts. He obliged, snaking a hand down her belly to her folds. He found her swollen clitoris and gently circled it with his thumb.

She hummed her appreciation. She tugged his mouth back to hers just as he slid a finger into her damp passage. He didn't know if she was sore there, so he went slowly. "Please, Draco, more," she breathed into his mouth. He added another finger. His rhythm was slow and lazy, causing her hips to come up to meet his hand. Her hands moved as well, one to grasp the wrist of the hand inside of her and the other his shoulder. She tried to make his hand go faster but he wouldn't let her.

"Just feel it, love." She didn't seem to hear him. She was making soft sounds of pleasure.

Those sounds were enough to drive Draco to the breaking point. He knew, though, that he had to be gentle, not only because of what had happened with Goyle but because he didn't want her thinking too much about what she was doing. She gazed at him, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes heavy with passion. She was so beautiful. Draco wanted to lose himself in her, to feel. he had been shut down for so long, just going through the motions of living. He had been so consumed with hate for those who could live and love openly while he was stuck in the dark, casting shadows. He wanted to live in the light again but he knew he couldn't. He'd made his bed and now he had to lie in it.

He was roused from his contemplation by her voice saying to him, "Fuck me, Draco," driving him over the edge. He didn't need to be asked twice. He rose above her, putting a knee between her legs and spreading them further apart. He balanced his weight on his arms and looked down at her.

"If we do this, there's no going back," he told her. Her only reply was to push her hips up. He shifted again, bringing one of her legs up to wrap around his waist so he could press himself into her willing body. He was going to make her remember this moment; remember the feel of him sliding into her, filling her.

"Look at me," he demanded when she began to close her eyes. She looked at him as he thrust into her. He moved in and out of her with a slow, deliberate pace. She begged him to go faster, but he wouldn't.

"Harder, Draco, please. I need you to." He knew she only wanted him to go faster and harder because she didn't want him to love her like Potter did. Well, too damn bad, he thought. He didn't want to make things easier on her. She started to cry.

"Damn you, Draco, why can't you just fuck me?"

He leaned down and kissed her deeply. When he pulled away he said, "I won't let you turn this into a meaningless screw. I want to possess you."

Keeping his rhythm slow and steady, he reached between them to touch her. When he felt her getting close he withdrew his hand. She growled in frustration and looked up at him with all her need and frustration in her eyes. He told her, "Tell me what I want to hear and I'll give you what you want." She shook her head, tears running down her cheeks.

"Tell me," he demanded. "There is no other but you, there never was, nor will there ever be. Now are you happy? Just do it already." He picked up his speed, thrusting into her so hard he didn't see how he wasn't hurting her. She cried out in pleasure, her hands holding him in place each time he thrust in. He felt her walls tighten and begin the rhythmic contractions of release. Moments later she yelled her release. He felt his body prepare for orgasm, and right as he was spilling his seed inside of her she looked at him.

"I hate you."

He shuddered. "I know." He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. He knew she was crying, thinking of Potter and hating him, Draco, for ruining her perfect dream. But he didn't feel bad. She needed to realize that life wasn't all about sweet kisses and love. Or maybe he just wanted her to be as disillusioned as he was. Either way, he got what he wanted. He turned on his side and fell asleep.

Hermione looked at his back and wished she wasn't so weak.
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