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You Won't Know	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco waited for Potter patiently. He was like a boy looking for a parent, and when he spotted Draco he quickly headed towards him.

“Where’s Ron?” Unsurprising question.

“With Lovegood.”

“What did he have to do with her?” Potter sat down and shook his head at a waiter who tried to take his order.

Malfoy shrugged, “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”

“Hmm. Maybe it has something to do with Hermione. She was over at the house a few days ago I think, talking to Ginny.” Potter cracked his neck, “I just needed to drop off this.”

Harry slid a small package across the table.

Draco took it without opening it, and nodded his thanks. “I’ll leave first.”

Draco disappeared into the crowd, then apparated. It was business as usual. The package didn’t contain anything but the latest bit of incriminating evidence he would use to send his former colleagues to Azkaban.

It was also pleasure. He had taken the first important step.

All that Draco would have to do was wait until the pieces fell into place.

He strode into one of the private apartments he had leased for private purposes and glanced at Granger, who was bound and gagged to a chair in the middle of a room.

Like it was the most normal thing in the world, he dropped the envelope there and undid his robe, flinging it over the back of a chair. Next he began to unbutton his work shirt and undo his tie.

“I just saw Potter,” He said conversationally, his eyes on the task at hand, “He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. Nothing ever changes with him, does it?”

He glanced at Hermione and smiled, but she was staring at her feet, silent.

Draco chuckled softly, “What’s the matter darling? Cat got your tongue?” Then he laughed again at his own perverse joke.

Kicking his shoes off, he pulled his socks off before walking towards her, his shirt completely unbuttoned. He dropped to his haunches in front of her and angled his head so that he was looking up at her.

Her eyes were open, and he could tell she had been crying; her eyes were puffy from tears.

He smiled, and chucked her gently under the chin, “Hey, I bet you wish you could talk.”

Her eyes came into focus, as if seeing him for the first time, and she suddenly began to struggle in her restraints with renewed force, shaking back in forth so hard that he was surprised she didn’t topple over.

Draco laughed, “Well you can’t.”

His eyes suddenly dropped to her belly, and he felt all the laughter in him die, “You must think me barbaric, tying up a pregnant woman. But the difference between you and a pregnant woman is that thing growing inside you is an abomination. You know that, don’t you Hermione? You are a mudblood, after all.”

She stiffened, and he thought he saw her tremble. A slight smile formed on his face and he raised a hand to touch her but she shrunk away, whimpering.

He dropped his hand and said quietly, “Perhaps if it was half mine it might not be all bad.”

Was she shaking?

He wasn’t sure.

Wait.

He was shaking.

He lifted his hand, and saw it was shaking, and suddenly a harsh laugh explode from his mouth. He ran a hand over his face, “What are we going to do about this Hermione?”

She wasn’t looking at him, and that made him inexplicably angry. After all of this, she had the audacity to look at the ground?!

He took her face in his hands and held it in a grip that was sure to leave bruises and brought his face so close his mouth almost touched hers as he hissed,

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, you fucking mudblood cunt. I’m trying to solve the problem of the vermin growing in your belly, and you won’t even look at me? Who the fuck are you, huh? Who the fuck are you?!”

She was crying, and he took sadistic pleasure in her pain. The more she hurt, the more his spirits soared. If this was the only way he got through to her, then he would break her into pieces.

He tore the gag off, but she didn’t say anything. She was sobbing so hard that no sound would come out of her mouth—only silent cries.

Irritated, Malfoy released her and stood, pacing back and forth for a couple of seconds. Hermione couldn’t move, and he wanted to make her hurt for what she had done.

Turning, he went into the kitchen and returned with a knife.
She screamed and he laughed.
“What should I do with this?” He turned the blade so that it glinted in the light, and Hermione was sobbing like a little girl.

“Malfoy, please don’t, whatever you want, just don’t—“

He raised the knife, but only to cut the restraints tying her to the chair.

“Honestly Granger, you’ll be begging for death when I’m finished, and I won’t give it to you.”

She was trembling, and with no regard for her condition he shoved her to the floor. She grunted, and he sighed, running his hand over her small, pert ass.

“You know Granger, in all the times we’ve fucked, I must admit I love fucking your ass. But I don't do it often. You want to know why? I’ll tell you—because I knew it would hurt, and I was always saving that particular delight for a special occasion. I think today is that day.”

She tried to crawl away, but he slammed her to the floor, and he tugged at her jeans, bodily holding her still until he had freed a leg, and then he ripped her underwear away.

“Malfoy this is RAPE stop!”

He forced her to her kness; not an easy task given her struggles, and had an arm around her stomach, holding her up while he used his free hand to unbutton his trousers and free his cock.

“Feel that Hermione?” He rubbed his massive eight inch cock against the seam of her ass, “Feel how hard that is? Feel how thick that is? I’m going to tear you into two with this. You’re going to be begging me for this, because I won’t stop until I hear you say so.”

“Oh God Malfoy this is so wrong…don’t…not there you’re going to kill me…”

He plunged inside of her and he almost hesitated her scream was unlike anything he had heard in the past.

He could not plunge in as easily as her pussy; it was more of a matter of working his way in since her body tensed and was trying to force him out.

He turned sideways, and saw how red her face was; it was contorted in pain, sheer agony, and she was crying and pounding her first on the floor while trying to shake him free.

“It hurt! Stop!”

He held her hips still and his jaw nearly went slack in pleasure at how tight her hole was as he forced his way in. He was going to blow his load right there if he wasn’t careful.

He was balls deep, and carefully slid back out before thrusting back in. Hermione was howling in agony, and it was only five more thrusts before Draco was spewing cum into her ass.

He collapsed on her back, breathing heavily, and bit her shoulder, sucking the skin, before pulling out and collapsing on the floor.

He idly glanced at the slow stream of cum and blood trailing out of her hole and vaguely wondered if he had done any real damage, but shrugged that away. What did that matter when a quick wave of his wand would repair everything good as new? It would be as if he had never touched her.

His lips curled at that. What he wouldn’t give to leave some indelible mark of his time with Hermione.

Fucking Weasley. Only a little bit longer, and he would find himself wishing he were never alive and he, Draco Malfoy, would no longer have to be so secretive about his affairs.

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Hermione for the life of her could not understand how or why Malfoy had tied her to this chair after inviting her to their weekly tea. They always went over important paperwork for the ministry during these meetings.

She thought she was going to die. Her body felt like it was being torn apart. Malfoy was killing her with his dick, and she was going to die.

She couldn’t move now, so she lay on the floor, and he had an arm wrapped around the chair, looking replete and satisfied.

Not like a man who had just raped and kidnapped a friend.
It was horrifying.

“It never gets old Hermione,” He murmured, pulling out a cigarette from God only knew wear, and lighting it with wandless magic, “I mean how many times will you fall for this trick? I’m surprised you haven’t been permanently brain damaged at this point. But then again, I am incredibly good with spells, to say the least anything that suits my purposes.”

She barely heard what he was saying. Had he done this before?

“Do you know what I plan on doing? Here, I’ll tell you.” He took a drag of his cigarette. “First I’m going to fuck you again. Because I always do that. I have to fuck you at least twice. Then I might take you home after erasing your memory, healing your body, and planting a pleasant memory of tea and work. How nice, right? I’m such a sweet fellow. I doubt any other guy would do that.” He laughed.

Hermione whimpered, “…evil…”

“How’s that?” H leaned towards her.

“You’re so evil. I never knew…”

He waved his hand, “I have a surprise in store. A wonderful surprise.” He brought his face very close to hers, so close she could smell the cigarette smoke, and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “It’s about Weasley. I think you’re going to love it. About as much as my dick in your ass. Ha. Ha.” He shook his head at his own wit.

Her eyes widened, “Stay away from him. Don’t go near him. I’ll kill you if you hurt him.”

Malfoy still smiled, but he felt himself immediately go hallow, the game losing its delight whenever she lit up in concern for Weasley.

Fucking Weasley.

“And how’s that?” He lightly asked.

“Just stop it Malfoy.”

Malfoy ran a hand up her spine, “Your in no position to give orders, Granger.” He grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, “Especially to me. Now be a good girl…”
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