Shades In Between | By : ElainaRB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/LeStrange Views: 21676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“I will not drink that. I will not go to his chambers, and you cannot make me.” The elf looked just about ready to cry, but Hermione couldn’t quite bring herself to feel bad for Itsy. While Itsy wrung her hands, Hermione made a grab for the bottle and threw it into the wall, shattering it into a million pieces before taking off towards the bathroom without a backwards glance.
She had her hand on the doorknob when she felt an odd tingling sensation and landed in a heap on the floor. Opening her eyes, she noted that the faded red designs were nothing like the ones decorating her chamber, and she went cold.
“I see you did not come willingly,” his voice rasped from across the darkened room, and Hermione felt her brain stutter and stop as her eyes came to rest on him. Rabastan Lestrange stood in the doorway of the adjoining bathroom, naked as the day he was born, clearly still wet from his shower. She noted he was covered in recent bruises, and not so recent scars. The dark hair fell into his eyes, and there was a strand stuck to his cheek. His ever-there mocking smile sent a bolt of electricity through her, and she realized it wasn’t caused by fear.
“Like what you see, little wren? If you behave, I will make this much more pleasant than our last time.” He walked across the room, and she noted that despite the obvious abuse he had seen recently, he was all strength. Not only his powerful build, but an aura from within. Hermione could feel his power running through her, his magic tainting the room with a dark sensation that made goose bumps rise over the back of her arms. She stayed on the ground, and tore her eyes off of his approaching frame.
“You will not touch me, Lestrange. I would die first.” Rabastan was somewhat confused, he’d already done quite a bit more than touch, had he not? Letting his eyes linger over her still clothed form, he allowed himself a smile. Whispering to himself, he heard her screech.
“You animal!” Rising from the floor faster than he thought her capable of, he saw her try to run past him into the bathroom, white limbs glowing in the darkened bedroom. Catching hold of the girl, he held her against him, and felt himself react to her naked squirming.
“We are all animals, little wren. We are all capable of evil, we are all able to deceive, to feel hatred. We are all capable of killing, if there is enough incentive.” He kept her locked to him, and backed her into the large bed. Hermione felt it bump against the back of her legs and closed her eyes against his mocking blue eyes. Rabastan looked down and smiled to himself, robes hid quite a bit indeed. She was petite, but curvy. Her breasts were not too large, but seemed so on such a small frame. Pushing her back, he was surprised when she did not fight him. Wary, he took advantage of her closed eyes to lean down and swipe his tongue across her already hardening nipple. It had always been cold in his rooms, he preferred it so. Soon, he knew, she would be reacting to him, and not the temperature.
He took her lack of struggles as a good sign, and smiled against her skin. Letting go of her wrists, he skimmed his hands up her ribcage and kept his lips pressed over her heart. Rabastan was so distracted in his haze of lust, that he didn’t expect her sudden attack. If his reflexes had not been honed by a lifetime of persecution and evil deeds, she would have likely left him unable to reproduce.
“That, Mudblood, was a very large mistake,” he bit off against her ear. Rabastan pulled his arm back and backhanded her, watching her pretty, white skin bloom red and a little bit of blood make its way out of the corner of her rosebud mouth. Still seeing through an angry fog, he had her arms tied up, and legs wide apart. “Don’t forget that you chose to do this the hard way, Mudblood.” The venom in his voice made it raspier, and the chills it gave her had everything to do with fear this time. Without further words, he sank his teeth into her shoulder and his cock into her resisting body.
He felt the barrier give, too far gone to stop himself. Looking down at her, he saw Hermione’s screwed shut eyes, and bleeding lip, the bruising already starting to spread over her cheek. Resting his forehead against hers, for a second he allowed the guilt to uncoil and spread. Her shift under him quickly drove the self hatred out, and with a growl he lost himself in her warm body and salty tears.
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