Be Careful in the Dark

DISCLAIMER: Absolutely none of the characters in this story belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling.

WARNINGS:

1) This is an Alternate Universe Fic. Therefore, these characters end up in situations and have reactions to said situations that are outside the bounds of the HP Books. To be more specific, the characters in this fic are much darker. I'm even introducing a OC now and again. That's why I am enjoying writing this fic. However, if that is something that irritates you... there are thousands of HP adult fiction to choose from. Go forth and leave mine alone.

2) This is a Dark Fic. Therefore, there are references to torture, a little actual torture, moments that flirt with non-con (though nothing outright), violence, and so on. If things like that upset you, this is not the story for you. For anyone who continues reading, I'll post warnings before chapters with anything I think might upset people.


Ch. 1 has references to rape and implied mental torture. There is a character death. You have been warned!

BE CAREFUL IN THE DARK

Hermione stared at the ceiling while he rutted above her. Tonight, she wasn't going to fake it. Tonight she was going to break Draco Malfoy like an egg, suck him dry and leave the broken shards behind. Six months of rape, torture, and humiliation were enough and she was going to make him pay.

He tried all of the usual moves to get a sound out of her. He became rougher, pinching and biting. He slurred insults in her ear. Why he was thought any woman would be turned on by this was beyond her but she'd convinced him of it readily enough. After one particularly nasty bite, she hissed at him and reached her arms around to scratch her nails down his back. She doubted that he noticed the tip of her left index fingernail breaking. But, oh, she did. It almost gave her a moment of pleasure. Satisfied with her anger and resentment, he returned to his favorite activity during fornication. Talking. Endlessly, about himself. Nothing useful or pertinent though or she never would have administered the poison. She wondered if he would ever realize how much of himself he gave away in these moments.

And then, at last, it happened. His whole body trembled and he stilled, utterly frozen. Stage one had begun. She smirked in his face and slid out from underneath him, rolling him over on his back.

"What the hell is going on, Granger?" His snarling was muted given the limited movement he had in his facial muscles.

"I thought we'd try something new today." She slid one leg over him and then impaled herself on his cock. "I'm going to show you what it looks like when a woman really comes. I doubt you've ever seen it, so pay attention." This too was a calculation on her part. The gamut of emotions she was about to subject him to would take him inexorably to where she wanted him to be.

"If you don't end this right now, as soon as this wears off I am sending your precious little Ronniekins wand to the Ministy of Magic. He can rot in Azkaban for all I care." Draco hissed at her.

Still confident, with a hint of worry.

"Oh, you mean the Unforgivable he cast? Don't worry dear, we'll be getting to that later. Or did I not mention what the petrification is a side effect of? I didn't, did I? How uncouth of me." Hermione made her voice so sweet it was acid. "It's poison. A rather painful one too, I might add."

Ah, now the fear was there. She could almost see the little wheels in his head turning.

"Not a word, Malfoy, you're going to listen this time." She hissed this at him. Now he needed time to re-group so she was going to give it to him. She moved her hips slowly around in a circle, using him to arouse herself. "I have never orgasmed when you've touched me. Not once."

"You lying bitch! You can't get enough of it…!" He hissed.

Enraged. Perfect.

"Foolish boy." She kept her tone light and airy. "I needed to stall and I knew you'd get bored if I just laid there." He had no idea how effectively she'd studied him. She’d tried different responses to see what reactions he had, testing each one thoroughly before moving on to another. Slowly but surely she built a picture of herself in his mind that was nowhere near the truth. He had to be at ease. He had to be sloppy.

Confusion, fear, and rage boiled together. He didn't say anything, just glared at her.

"I started working on a poison just for you. It had to be untraceable. It had to keep you immobile so you couldn't get help." She leaned forward to get a better angle with his cock and whispered in his ear. "It had to be painful."

He breath caught then, ever so slightly. The fear was taking over again and this time, he knew he had to make concessions.

The heat in her belly was building. Malfoy's cock was acceptable in length and girth. The real problem was that he was attached to it.

"My teachers worried about my falling grades, thinking the stress of war had gotten to me. They were right, in a way. Harry and Ron have been worried as well, thinking I wasn't telling them the whole truth. Which, of course, I wasn't. Ron offered to give himself up again and again but I wouldn't let him. I had a plan, you see."

The hate was plain in his eyes now.

She kept the rhythm of her movements steady. The orgasm had to be timed for just the right moment.

"Shall I tell you about my poison?" She murmured dreamily. The tone should both frighten and anger him, enough for him to lash out, keep him unbalanced.

"Cunt! I'm going to make you sorry..." He choked on his rage and fear.

"I can see you want to know so badly. The paralysis will become complete in another fifteen minutes or so and you won't even be able to scream. And then, the pain. I plucked myself an angry Death Eater to test the potion on and he said it felt like burning from the inside out. And the poison does just that, burns itself out and you with it…in the morning, not a trace of anything magical will be found in your body and a convenient brain aneurysm to blame for your death. I was quite surprised that you magical purebloods," She spat the last word at him, "had not yet found a cure for that particular physical ailment."

"So there's..." He began.

"An antidote, yes."

"Where did you..." He tried again.

"Get a Death Eater to play with?" She smiled as he gritted his teeth. Just a little dash of frustration for luck. "Why, from you. You mentioned those parties your father has with such smugness. It really didn't take much to figure out that they were poorly veiled Death Eater meetings. Voldemort and the screaming muggles pretty much gave it away.”

"How did you..."

"Get past the wards? I stole your ward key and replaced it with a transfigured rock." She trilled with laughter at his expression and picked up the tempo just a little. She was almost there. "And you want to know something funny? The never-ending erection was entirely by accident. And it won't, you know. If I decide to let you live, you're going to have a hard on that you can't get rid of. I should know since I watched that foolish man wank himself for hours. Rubbed so hard he was raw and never did manage to come. I'm not even sure how long it lasts since, well, I didn't really need him anymore."

She watched the lust that had been submerged under anger and fear rise up. Close behind was panic as he understood that she was capable of killing. With that, she closed her eyes and came quietly and intensely. Once the aftershocks had faded she opened her eyes and looked at him. He thought had overcome all of his emotions and had a plan in place. He thought she was lying about wanting him. He thought he would give her what she wanted and get out of this alive. He thought he would have time, not just to kill her but to hunt her and break her. He thought he was back in control of himself. The satisfied grin on her face was from more than an orgasm.

"So tell me, Draco, what is it that I want?"

"Ron's wand." His voice sounded almost normal.

"And?" Hermione prompted. She did not remove him from her, another way to keep him overconfident.

"Release from your Wizard's Oath." He sounded petulant with this concession.

"And?" Hermione watched as he struggled to figure out what else she wanted. At last, the light went on over his head.

"A Wizard's Oath from me."

"Yes. You're going to promise me that you're never, NEVER going to repeat anything about this to anyone. And, you're going to leave Harry, Ron and I alone."

Draco's smirk was barely concealed. She'd given him an oath that had so many loopholes in it, it might as well be Swiss cheese. Did he really think she was that dumb?

"Fine." He replied.

Apparently he did.

The oaths were dealt with quickly. The wand took a little longer. He had, of course, tried to get her to set off a booby trap until she had pointed out that if she got injured he died. Grudgingly, he gave her the correct password. She took it out gingerly and stood in the nude, checking to make sure it really was the correct wand. She knew her casual nudity startled him since she'd always gone scrambling for clothing when he'd finished. That too had been an act since she had always known that the shame of the act was his, not hers.

She dressed herself carefully, knowing it would just be another moment or two before the paralysis caught up with his mouth.

"Damn it, Granger! Hurry!" The words were slurred and slow with effort.

Finally, she tucked Ron's wand in her pocket and cast a cleansing charm around the room. It wouldn't do much good if someone found a trace of something that would lead them back to her.

Draco was fully paralyzed, eyes wide and open.

"You know how I said I was going to let you live?" Hermione sat next to his frozen body on the bed, mattress sagging slightly under her weight. "I lied." Draco made a rasping sound in his throat and tears began to pour out of his eyes. Hermione smiled and reached one hand to stroke his angry, red penis. The sensitive flesh was most vulnerable to burning pain. "You would never have let me alone and I really don't care enough about you to be looking over my shoulder for the next 20 years. Sooner or later, one of us would have had to be dead so…why not now?" The rattling sound of breath being expelled was all the reply she got.

It was enough.

She closed the door to his room behind her and walked away without looking back.