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Revenge is...	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 20394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Short warning...I know in some rape fics that the person starts to enjoy it. That won't be happening here. There is genuine violence and nastyness ahead. You have been warned.

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Draco Malfoy was seething with rage. His father was in Azkaban, because of Potter and his filthy muggle loving friends. And no one seemed to care! Breaking the boy-who-lived’s nose had barely even touched the need for revenge inside him, but he felt able to move on and exact some measure of punishment on the others involved until he could think up something especially nasty for the Golden Boy. That still the rest of them though; Weasley, Longbottom, Lovegood and of course, the Mudblood, Granger.

Tonight he was going to teach Granger a lesson she wouldn’t forget in a hurry, about meddling with the affairs of her betters. Every time she received some praise from a teacher for answering a question, he wanted to stand up and crucio her until she went out of her mind, like Longbottoms parents.. Of course, not even Snape would let that go even in his best mood, and he had been suspicious of Snape since the end of last year. Where had he been when his father had been trying to get the Prophecy for the Dark Lord? Sitting comfortably at Hogwarts, avoiding any real risk at all.

Throwing his cloak over his shoulders, he left the dormitory and went out into the common room. He knew where he’d find Granger at this time of night. Leaving the library as Madam Pince closed up.

“Where are you going Draco?” He looked around to see Pansy Parkinson looking at him petulantly.

“Out,” he replied shortly.

“But I thought we were going to spend some time together,” she whined. He sneered.

“I’ll fuck you later Pansy,” he said, just loud enough for some of the older students around himself and Pansy to hear, and to start sniggering. She flushed and scowled at him, but at least she shut up. He turned on his heel and headed up from the dungeon level towards the Library. He got there about five minutes before the library closed, and lurked in an alcove, from where he could see the door. The sounds of closing up started to appear, and finally Granger walked out, alone thankfully. He didn’t want to have to get rid of any witnesses before taking her to the Come-and-Go room. He also wasn’t entirely sure where the Gryffindor common room was though, so he’d have to make his move fairly early, just in case she simply disappeared into a door and didn’t come out again. As they were passing one of the corridors that could be used to get to the right level for the room, he called out.

“Hey, Hermione!” He tried to pitch his voice a little lower than normal, and used her first name so she wouldn’t be instantly suspicious. He wanted her to see who he was and what was coming, but not have any time to react. She turned, a smile on her face to greet whoever had called to her, which quickly turned to shock and then horror as she realised who was pointing a wand at her, with no time to get to her own.

He smiled grimly, and said the spell calmly.

“Stupefy.”
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Hermione came to, and the first thing she realised was that she was lying down on a very uncomfortable bed. As her memories came flooding back, she sat up sharply, and realised that she was in fact lying on the cold stone floor.

“Evening, mudblood,” came a horribly familiar drawl. She looked around.

“Malfoy,” she spat. “What the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea how many school rules you just broke to get me in here? Let me go right now and maybe, just maybe, I’ll say nothing more about it.” She stood up, glaring at him from across the room. “Where have you taken me, anyway?”

“We’re in the come-and-go room, because I have a lot of fun planned for you tonight, Granger. I’m afraid it’s not going to be as easy as a self righteous demand to be let go. You helped put my father in Azkaban, and you’re going to pay for that.” His voice was dripping with malice. He pulled out his wand. “Believe me, you’re going to wish you’d never heard of Harry Potter when I’m done. You’ll be cursing the day you met him.”

Hermione folded her arms across her chest. “So that’s it? You’re just going to hex a few of Harry’s friends and you’ll feel better? You’re pathetic. The sooner you join you father in Azkaban the better.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t react to her taunts. “Believe what you like,” he replied in a low voice. “But for tonight, you belong to me.” Hermione merely continued to glare at him, and he shrugged. “As you like. Take off your clothes.”

Hermione didn’t move, but her face paled. “You can’t be serious,” she said, he eyes wide.

“Deadly,” he answered. “You may be a mudblood Granger, and a filthy muggle, but you aren’t half bad you know. If you’d been born to a decent family you might even have some useful friends by now. Now take off your clothes.”

Hermione didn’t move to obey, but simply planted her feet more firmly and tightened her arms across her chest.

“Come on now Granger,” Draco cajoled, “I don’t want to hurt you, you know...actually, that’s not really true is it? Oh well. Crucio!”

Hermione shrieked and fell to the floor writhing in pain, trying her best not to scream her agony, but it was just unbearable. She screamed as Malfoy held the curse on her, and started sobbing as he lifted it suddenly, leaving her curled up in a ball on the cold floor.

“Now, Granger,” came the hated drawl. “Surely you don’t want to sit here like this all night? You can end it all so easily.”

Hermione steadied herself, getting her breathing under control before looking into his eyes. “Fuck you,” she hissed. Malfoy only smiled.

“Later,” he said, “Though I suspect that was a colourful way of saying no again. Okay. Crucio!”

Hermione threw back her head and screamed as the curse hit her again. Far from becoming more bearable now that she knew what to expect, it was worse the second time. It felt like someone had inserted a chisel between every molecule of her body and hit it with a hammer. Abruptly it ceased, and she sucked in a lungful of air with what seemed like a great gasp that shook her whole body. She lay on the floor, staring dully ahead of her. She couldn’t take this. She just couldn’t.

“Right then,” came the voice. “Are you going to make me ask again?” Hermione gave a tiny shake of her head, though she knew what it would mean. “There’s a good girl,” he soothed. “Come along then, lets be having you.”

The girl stood on shaky legs, her cheeks wet with tears, and she stared straight ahead as she pulled off her school robes, tossing them in the corner. Her jumper followed it, and as she kicked off her shoes, Draco interrupted her.

“Look into my eyes while you strip for me, mudblood. You’re here for me, and I won’t have you forgetting it.”
With a supreme effort of will, Hermione forced herself to meet her tormentors gaze, and kept it steady while she unbuttoned her blouse. She tossed it into the same pile as the rest of her clothes, and then pulled off her socks, putting off the moment of revealing anything he really wanted to see for as long as possible. She felt herself flush as she reached behind her back for the clasp on her bra, and tears of shame trickled down her cheeks as she unfastened it and revealed her breasts to him. He whistled his approval as she stood before him dressed in just a school skirt. “Nice tits, Granger,” he said. “Where’ve you been hiding those?” She bowed her head, letting a curtain of bushy hair fall between him and her eyes. “Enough of that,” he snapped. “Now the rest.”

She raised her head again and looked at him through blurry vision as her fingers found the zipper on her skirt on autopilot, and unfastened it, dropping it to the floor.

There was silence, and then “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” crowed Malfoy in delight. “Who would have guessed you were a secret whore, Granger? The Gryffindor princess like to wander around without any knickers on! Do you just like the feel of the air down there?” He stepped closer, and she flinched as his finger ran up her slit. “And only the best whores know that men like their cunts to be hairless. How long have you been doing that?”

Hermione didn’t answer, and Malfoy grabbed one of her breasts and twisted hard, making her yelp. “I asked you a question, whore. Quite politely. If you want me to ask it impolitely, we can do that too,”

“Since third year,” came the whispered reply.

“Do you like the way it feels, or the way it looks more?”

“The way it looks.”

“But I bet it feels pretty good too,” he said, as he ran his finger up and down her slit. “Especially when you play with yourself.”

The girl just nodded, apparently too embarrassed now to say anything further. Draco laughed and turned away, leaving Hermione staring at the wall. She heard the rustling of clothes as he disrobed, and she fixed her gaze on one point, determined not to look and allow him a chance to humiliate her further. Abruptly, the floor beneath her feet turned from cold stone to warm carpet. She looked down, and sure enough, it was a thick, warm green carpet on the floor. She guessed Malfoy was quite happy for her to get cold feet, but less happy to put up with it himself. Suddenly, he was back in front of her, naked.

“You know, Pansy is hairless down there as well,” he told her, almost conversationally. “Though I had to ask her to do it. Picking pubes out of your mouth is never sexy.” She simply stared dully at him. Why was he talking to her? “What, no conversation?” he asked. “Oh well, I suppose we’ll move on then.” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, pushing her hard towards some kind of table. She stumbled, her thighs banging into the table edge before she could regain her balance. Before she could turn around, she felt a hand on her back, pushing her forward. She put out her hands to stop her face from hitting the table, and cried out as ropes sprang from the far end of the table, wrapping around her wrists and pulling her face down onto the wood. Hot tears fell from her eyes onto the wood as she thought about what was going to happen. She’d never imagined this could happen to her. She had imagined it with Ron, or maybe even Harry, though less so in the last year or so. There would have been romance, and dancing, and finally they would have given the other their virginity. Now, she knew, she was going to lose her virginity bent over a table, and raped by Draco Malfoy. She started to sob.

“Yes,” came an almost gentle voice behind her. “I’m going to rape you, mudblood. This is my revenge on you for being an unbearable little know-it-all bitch, who helped put my father in prison. Trust me when I say you’re not going to enjoy it, not even a little bit. But I am.”

She felt ropes bind her ankles, pulling her legs apart, and then something touching her entrance. She wanted to scream, to beg him not to do this, but she knew it would be futile, and probably only make him enjoy it more, so she simply cried as she waited for him to violate her. Draco aimed his cock carefully at her entrance, then placed his hands on her hips, feeling her smooth skin against his palms. Then, without any warning at all, he pushed his cock inside her. He smiled as Hermione screamed, her limbs fighting against the bonds holding her down. “Quiet down, whore,” he said with a derisive laugh. “I’m not even halfway in. You’re a little dry, I suppose I neglected the foreplay. Still, no point now,” he laughed, pushing forward again, drawing another agonised cry from the girl beneath him. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and leaning down to whisper in her ear as she whimpered. “Maybe, when I’m done, that will be all, if you’re good. You seem pretty tight, I’m guessing the Gryffindor princess doesn’t fuck around a lot. But I am going to leave you a present in your cunt. I hope you know some contraceptive spells.” He spat in her ear and pushed himself back up, her head hitting the wooden table with a sharp thud as he did so. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting viciously into her, relishing the tightness of her pussy. Gradually he noticed that she seemed to be moistening, and laughed.

“Maybe I misjudged you, and you really are this much of a whore!” he shouted. “Starting to enjoy it?” He looked down, and laughed harder as he stopped thrusting. “Maybe not! You should have told me you were a virgin. It’s so much sweeter when you know!” He thrust his blood covered dick back into her, receiving nothing more than a pained moan from her.

Draco kept up his thrusting, bringing himself close to orgasm. As he felt it build, he spoke again. “Are you ready, slut? Are you ready for me to cum in you? How do you feel about a Malfoy baby? Might bring your worth up a little,” he jeered. He slammed his hips against her arse as he came, burying his dick deep inside her, his sperm spurting deeply into her vagina.

Hermione simply cried again, knowing that he very well could be impregnating her right now. She didn’t even know what to do if he was.

Draco waited till he had completely spent himself inside her, before pulling his deflating penis from her body. It was covered with a thin sheen of blood, as were her pussy lips. a mixture of blood and spunk was running down her legs, leaking from her spread pussy.

“How was that for you?” he asked mockingly, her sobs music to his ears. “Well I enjoyed it. Would you like to go now?” he asked, releasing her bonds with a flick of his wand. He watched as she slowly tried to stand up, her hands stiff and awkward as she pushed away from the table. She nodded as she tried to wipe away the tears, hoping against hope that he meant it.

“Well, there’s the door,” he said, waving his hand at it. “Unfortunately I seem to have vanished your clothes.” He looked at her with a smirk, watching her face crumple from hope, to despair once more.

“You bastard!” she suddenly screamed, her face contorted with hate. She ran at him, but he was ready, and his fist hit her squarely on the jaw, snapping her head around and dumping her onto the floor as her legs gave way beneath her.

“You stupid cunt,” said Draco. “Did you really think I would let you go? Oh no, muggle, I’ve got more planned for you.” He watched as Hermione struggled to her hands and knees, obviously still slightly woozy from the blow, and then he kicked her as hard as he could in the gut. She cried out, and gasped for breath, her head slumping to the ground. Draco watched her for a few seconds, took a run up of a couple of steps and kicked her again. This time she didn’t cry out, but simply vomited, her stomach unable to take any more punishment.

Draco watched as she spilled her guts onto the carpet in front of her, gasping as she tried to get control of her ragged breathing. “Please...” he heard her manage, “Please just let me go...I won’t say anything...” He reached down and grabbed her hair, hauling her to her feet with a yelp.

“You’re right about that mudblood. You won’t be saying anything. But no, you aren’t going anywhere yet.” He released his grip on her hair, and punched her in the face again, knocking her backwards into the table that he had already fucked her on once. He advanced on her as she struggled to get up, grabbing her arm and spinning her around onto her front as he reached for the cuffs that would hold her arms in place. “Ready for round two?” he taunted. He yelled in pain as her other arm slashed at him, her fingernails grazing his cheek. In a fury, he grabbed the back of her head and drove it downwards, smashing her face first into wood of the desk. He felt her body go limp, and quickly tied her arms, then went back to retrieve his wand. With a flick, her legs were once more tied, and spread wide for him.

“I think you’ll find that was a mistake,” he hissed into her ear, as he leaned over her, his cock between her legs. She felt him stand up again, and hung her head. She’d had to try it, she couldn’t go without any kind of a fight at all. She heard him mutter a spell, and then there was some pressure, right between her...surely he wasn’t going to do it...there?
He was. Hermione whimpered as Draco pressed his cock into her anus, and she heard his sigh of pleasure as she slipped inside her. The ring of muscle around her sphincter burned from the stretch, even worse than her vagina had done earlier, and she struggled to hold back yet more tears. He didn’t bother waiting for her to get used to him being in there, he simply pushed all the way home, and then pulled almost all the way back out, before starting a fast rhythm of thrusting into her arse.
Draco couldn’t believe how tight she was back here. He’d used a lubrication spell, more for himself than for her, and was glad that he had. He wasn’t sure he would have gotten in without it.
“You know,” he said conversationally as he pounded her arse, “Pansy won’t let me do this to her. Shame really, as it’s fucking amazing,” her told her. “I think I’m going to have to start insisting. Who knew you’d actually be good for something, Granger?” Her only response was her sobs, and he grinned. “I’m going to fill your arse with cum, mudblood.” he told her. “Pity I can’t fill your mouth too, but I can’t say I’d trust your teeth anywhere near my dick.” He feel silent a moment as he continued to pound her ass. “I suppose I could knock them all out,” he mused. “Nah, I’ll be happy with what I’ve got,” he decided. He thrust hard into her, pressing himself as deeply into her as possible as he shot his load, his breathing heavy from the effort.
He pulled out, looking at the gaping hole his cock left behind, which closed up slowly as a few dribbles of cum ran out of her butthole. He released her bonds, and Hermione slid off the desk and onto the floor, not even bothering trying to stand up. Draco looked at her as she slumped on the carpet. Her left eye was closing up from where he’d hit her, and her lower lip was swollen and split. Her nose was bleeding, and from the look of it, probably broken. She stared dully at him as he stood over her. She said nothing, and he spat on her. She didn’t even flinch, just stared back at him. For some reason this enraged him, and he kicked her in the face. She cried out, and some survival instinct forced her onto her hands and knees as she tried to crawl again from him. He caught her up easily, and swung his foot into her belly again, making her cry out again. He kicked her again, and again, though this time she only dry heaved, which disappointed him, and so he kicked her again. This time she vomited a little, short ropes of spittle and bile hanging from her lips as she tried to catch her breath from the repeated beating. He circled her, then kicked her in the mouth, and was delighted when she coughed up blood and a couple of teeth.
“There you go, Granger,” he taunted her. “I’ve finally fixed that buck toothed grin of yours.” he laughed. “Now, on your belly. It’s time to finish this, I think.” Hermione shook her head, her whole body trembling. What did he mean by finish this?
“Please...” she whimpered, trying to twist her head to look at him.
“I won’t ask again,” he told her. She responded with another plea, and he shrugged. “Well, if that’s what you want,” he muttered, and stamped down on her back. She howled in pain as her legs and arms gave way, dropping her onto her belly on the carpet. Draco looked down at her with a malicious glee, and brought his foot down heavily on her spine, hearing a crack as he did so. She screamed, and Draco lay on top of her, pushing his cock into her pussy for a second time. She was still full of his cum, and her own virginal blood, so he pushed in without too much trouble. She was quite still beneath him as he fucked her for the third time that night, the only noise his own heavy breathing and her own tortured sobs. He thought with glee about what he was going to do next. Not what the stupid little slut thought was going to happen probably, he wasn’t going to kill her. It was going to be oh so much better than that. He felt his orgasm build again, and right when he felt about to burst, pulled out of her suddenly, rolling the unresistant girl onto her back as he exploded over her face. She was no longer particularly attractive, he had to admit, what with two black eyes, one of which was almost closed, a broken nose, swollen and split lip, and two missing teeth. Still, he enjoyed giving her a final humiliation of wearing his cum on her face and in her hair.
Draco whistled cheerfully as he dressed again, then turned back to find Hermione exactly where he had left her, apparently completely broken. “Come on Granger,” he called. “Whore raping time is over, time for bed.” Still no response. He walked over to her. “Well, you don’t seem in much of a mood for conversation, so I’ll just tell you how this is going to end. I’m going to cast a small spell on you. Aunt Bella taught it to me. What happens is that if you try and tell anyone about what happened here tonight, you experience it again, all of it, in less than a second. At least, that’s how it will seem to other people. I don’t know whether you live through the whole experience again in real time, or just get it all dumped on you in a flash. I didn’t want her to torture me to find out first hand,” he added. “Yes, Aunt Bella can be very inventive indeed when it comes to cruelty.”
He held his want out in front of him, and spoke the spell, seeing no change in the expression of the girl in front of him.
“Time to go then,” he said cheerily, and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her to the door. He didn’t want anyone to stumble across the room while she was still in it, and he didn’t want her to simply die in there, which seemed a possibility given her current catatonic state. She whimpered as he dragged her by her bushy locks, and he pulled the door shut and deposited her on the cold stone flags of the castle.
“See you around then,” he said with an unpleasant grin, before turning his back on her and leaving a naked, bleeding and broken Hermione Granger behind him.

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