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Trussed	By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione was crying by the end of her speech, and Draco was surprisingly moved by her words. He was amazed at her acceptance of her fate.

He didn't want to do this.

He schooled his expression and regarded her stoically.

“Get on the bed.”

Her eyes widened as she nervously glanced at the bed in question, all green silk and silver drapes.

He sighed. “I'm trying to make this easier for you, Granger. If I prepare you properly, it won't hurt as much.”

She pursed her lips as she understood his meaning. “I'm not a blushing virgin, Malfoy.” She snapped, eyes hard.

“Then you should understand that me fucking you dry would be vastly more uncomfortable than if you were prepared.” He growled.

Actual realization clicked into place and she wrung her hands. Part of her wanted to defy him, stubbornly feeling that if she was a willing party to his ministrations then she was cheating herself somehow.

Yes, they had been at war for years, Hogwarts was long behind them, and Draco had proved himself time and time again, but this was still the boy who had been rotten to her in school. The boy she'd punched in the face.

But the rational part of her knew it would be stupid to be stubborn. They were soldiers now, and she had to do what was best in any given situation. He was offering her a small kindness to ease her suffering, and it was likely the last kindness she would get in her life.

She slowly climbed up on the bed and saw reluctance on his face before he controlled his expression.

“You're very good at masking yourself.” She blurted, the need to break the silence strong.

“I have to be, in my line of work.” He removed his cloak, folding it deftly and setting it on the chest at the foot of the bed.

“I would imagine so-” She started to babble.

“Shut up.” He instructed, sliding onto the bed next to her. She couldn't help but scowl. “This is just as much for my performance. I don't get off on forcing women.”

Hermione’s heart raced as he slid a hand up her shoulder.

“Don't kiss me.” She whispered. “I couldn't bear it.”

He actually chuckled. “Fuck you too, Granger.”

She shivered under his touch and he gently pushed her back against the pillows. She clenched her jaw as he slowly lifted her dress, hands running up her smooth thighs.

He massaged her inner thighs with his thumbs, coming closer and closer to her core and she struggled not to cry.

He brushed a thumb over her panties and noticed they were still damp from before. She blushed with humiliation and he removed them before she could get all up in her head.

“Relax.” His voice was low and she didn't have time to scoff before he'd dipped his head down and taken her clit with his mouth.

Hermione gasped at the sensation and arched back against the pillows, covering her face with her hands in shame.

Draco laved her with fervor, holding her thighs with his strong hands, subconsciously noting that she tasted like honey.

She writhed against him, hating herself as her body responded to him, growing warm and wet and wanting him. She tried to pretend he was someone else, anyone else, but then he growled against her and she came apart.

He drew out her orgasm until it was almost painful and she collapsed against the bed, stray tears hitting the silk as he slid a finger into her slick heat.

“Merlin, you're tight.” He groaned into her skin and her pussy clenched around him. She might not have been a blushing virgin, but she would definitely need some stretching before he fucked her.

Draco realized then that his cock was uncomfortably hard, and was simultaneously disgusted and pleased. It needed to be for what he was going to do to her, but he was surprised that it had happened so fast.

Her mewls of pleasure gave him a thrill; he knew she didn't want to enjoy this, but the fact that she couldn't help it made him feel powerful.

He added a second finger and she clutched at the bed, eyes shut tight. He reached his free hand up under her dress and lightly pinched her nipple, taking her clit between his lips again.

Hermione let out a squeal at the overwhelming sensations plaguing her most intimate spots, and forgot everything except pleasure as he added a third finger, pumping them in and out of her pussy.

Another orgasm blindsided her and she shrieked with the force of it, reaching down to grasp Draco’s hair in her hands as she rode it out. He didn't relent until she went completely limp, and then slowly withdrew his fingers.

Her eyes remained heavy lidded with desire for a moment, then she seemed to come back to herself. He slid her panties back up her legs, and grasped her arm in his tight grip before she could react.

He dragged her to the door and then shoved her down onto the carpet, where she looked up at his change in demeanor fearfully.

He smirked cruelly. “I'm going to enjoy this, Mudblood.”
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