Bittersweet | By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 32796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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“Listen closely Granger,” Malfoy was leaning casually against a desk, while he bit into an apple, “You asked for this. If you could just learn to know your place then I wouldn’t have to do any of this.”
Hermione was curled into a tight ball, naked from the waist down while the sheer force of her sobs caused her entire body to shake.
She had been walking to the library—like any other day—when she had been hit with a stupefy spell and was dragged into an unused classroom by Malfoy of all people.
She had expected him to hex her again, or leave her in a closet until someone had discovered her.
He had cast a silencing spell over the room.
She had been completely shocked when he had unceremoniously removed her skirt and proceeded to rape her.
She didn’t know what was more horrific—his assault or the fact that he seemed to enjoy her struggles.
Afterwards—when he had spent himself inside of her—he had assumed the position near the table.
“How many times must I show you your proper place? How often will I have to punish you?”
Sighing, he tossed the apple core across the room and braced his hands on the table, arching his body away so that he indeed did look like he was posing for a photo.
Malfoy knew she had no idea he had raped her a few times away, and while he took deep pleasure in her ignorance, he at the same time wished to see the knowledge of his crime reflected in her eyes.
Hermione hated him so much in that moment, but she was afraid too. She had never known Malfoy could be capable of such violence—yes his father was a Death Eater, but they went to school together.
Harry had been right when he had said the boy was dangerous, and Hermione had always dismissed him as a spoiled git.
She had been so wrong.
Now Malfoy sauntered over to her and gracefully dropped to his haunches, “Granger, it doesn’t matter—you’re not going to remember any of this. Count yourself blessed—you get what most girls dream of.”
She launched herself at him, clawing at his face as best she could, but Malfoy easily caught her grasping arms—not before she had scratched his neck, and then he slammed her into the ground.
“Granger, you make me want to punish you all over again when you do that,” He sounded amused, but the glint in his eyes showed he was anything but.
He forced her legs open and settled himself in between, and rubbed himself provocatively against her.
Strange how him and Ron were so different—both physically and psychologically. Why was this happening to her? What would…Ron do when he found out? Would he reject her? Accept her?
These thoughts flitted through her head in a panic as Malfoy prepared his next assault.
Malfoy hesitated, then leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.
It had been so unexpected, and he seemed as surprised as she was.
As if to punish her for the unexpected kiss, he did it again—only he bit her lip so hard she bled.
She pushed at his shoulders, but she might as well of been banging a wall.
He thrust inside of her, and she cried out—it hurt so much—but then he looked down at her, and a twisted sneer on his face, began to move extra slowly in and out.
Hermione tried to cover her face with her hands—how could he do this?—but he pinned them above her and stared down at her.
She was humiliated when her body began to flood with the same heat she felt around Ron.
Malfoy began to pick up his speed when he saw her eyes widen, but kept a slow enough pace so as to ensure she felt pleasure.
Hermione would have preferred he’d kill her than force this kind of feeling upon her.
She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out as she orgasmed—her first ever—and Malfoy tensed, then picked up his pace before spilling himself inside of her.
“You see Granger,” He smiled cruelly, “A perfect receptacle for my desires.”
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” She whispered frantically, and Malfoy pulled out of her suddenly.
He scourgified himself, then stared at her, long and hard, while she brought her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth.
“I think when next we meet I will have to take better care of you.” He was speaking more to himself than to her, “I can’t have you running about with missing knickers, or heaven forbid a torn skirt.” He paused, that same frightening smile dancing across his features, “Although I would love to see you try to explain that one to the Weasel.”
He raised his wand, and uttered a quick Obliviate.
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