Sex Talk

The ground was beneath her, yet the pitter patter of her heart sank much lower. Straining to see, she managed to detect two lifeless bodies to her left, but the others –the one’s that were hunting her were far north of here –probably in the upstairs bedrooms. If she could just get past the kitchens she’d have a way out. Slowly she inched around a corner and crawled on her stomach. She could hear the breathing of someone just left of her.

“Harry?” She whispered. “Harry, is that you?”

“Shh,” Harry warned, and she spotted the reflection of his glasses in the dark. “This way.”

They met at the corner of a sofa, both wands drawn. The air was thick with danger. “Ron?” She whispered.

“No idea.” Harry muttered back, eyeing the kitchens. Apparently, he had the same plan she did. They nodded, and she led the crawling past the sofa, around a coffee table, and just got past the fireplace when shouts from upstairs echoed off the stone walls around them.
“Hoohoo, lookie what we have here, boys.” The loudest voice shouted. “A true mudblood lover! Haven’t seen you in ages…”

“Ron!” She gasped under her breath.

A silence.

“You hear that?” Another voice muttered, then a creak at the staircase. Hermione and Harry darted like roaches at a light. Harry took refuge behind the corner of a china cabinet, while Hermione slid underneath the coffee table they had passed moments before. “I swore I heard something…”

“Come on, Malfoy. It’s nothing.” The other said.

There were creaks up the staircase once more, and she waited for any sound. None came. Good. She rolled out from under the table and sighed. Harry got down on his knees and met her. “Right.” He began. “So-“

Suddenly a jet of gold light flew through the air and hit Harry full in the chest, knocking him back. He was in a full body binding curse. Hermione had only moments to react. She flipped over on her back and met the silver eyes she was so desperate to avoid. Not wanting to cause attention to herself, seeing as Malfoy wasn’t calling the others just yet, she hesitated in casting any spells. So they in turn simply stared at each other, the moonlight and the tip of Malfoy’s wand giving the only source of light. “Bit past your bed time, isn’t it Granger?” He smirked.

She didn’t react, only thought of the simple counter attack should he fire. She cautiously moved back towards Harry, to determine which spell was cast so she could use the counter spell. Damn it all, she thought, as she looked down at him. He was knocked out.

“They’re down here!” Malfoy called, and as he turned his head she took the opportunity.

“Stupify!”

“Confringo!”

Just as Hermione’s spell came in contact with his, a large explosion blasted both backwards, Malfoy into a wall and Hermione across the living room.

“A bit over your head? I find it hard to believe.” Malfoy sneered, smearing a bit of blood off his lower lip. “Come now. Let’s play.”

She dashed across the threshold, feeble, tired. A jet of light came from the top of the staircase, a feeling of electrocution, and all she saw was the ceiling above her before she was knocked out.

When she came to, she was lying atop a long table, her body aching and stiff. Her eyes adjusted to the candlelight –she was somewhere indoors, for sure. The smell was musky, dank. “Ron…” She muttered. “Harry…” She groaned. A pain shot through her stomach like there was a sword ran through.

“Hmph.” A prickling voice beckoned her eyes over. It was Malfoy, hunched in the corner tending to his wounded arm. “Serves you right.”

“Easy, Draco.” Another voice slithered into her ears, and she saw next to Draco Malfoy senior, and beside him; Bellatrix Lestrange and man she didn’t know. It was Lucius who spoke. “The Dark Lord will be here soon. You’ve done well.”

“The Dark Lord cares nothing for these brats.” Bellatrix seethed, her eyes piercing Hermione. “Let him have Potter, and let’s kill the rest.”

“Oh yeah, lets just let her get away with making a wreck out of my arm!” Draco whined as he mended it with his wand.

“Stop whimpering.” Lucius glared at his son. “But, Bellatrix, Draco does carry a point. Torture does seem fitting.”

Bellatrix sauntered around Hermione, smiling with her blackened teeth. “Very well. But the boy does it. Humiliation. The Dark Lord would like that.”

“What say you, Draco?” Lucius smirked. “Have a go?”

Draco smirked like his father, and strolled up to the table. His wand traced the side of her cheek. “What kind of torture should I use? Cruciatus curse, perhaps?”

“No!” Bellatrix seethed, whispering into Draco’s ear. Her words were inaudible to Hermione, but by the look on Draco’s face it was bad, because his eyes became wide and a look of shock and horror crossed his face.

“W-What?” He spat out. “You’re insane! I’m not doing that!”

“What’s the matter, wittle Malfoy?” She taunted, pouting her lips. “Not up to the challenge?”

“She’s a-a classmate!” Malfoy sputtered. “She’s only a girl!”

“A mudblood who needs to learn her place.” Lucius spoke.

Draco fumbled with his wand. “Not you too…”

“If you don’t, Draco, I will.” Threatened Malfoy senior. Hermione felt her head swim. Whatever was going on, it even sickened Malfoy. Were they talking of tying her up by her innards? “She must be taught. It’s a privilege.”

“Privilage?” Draco laughed, but there was nothing humorous in his voice. “Taking advantage of people is a privilege?”

“I knew he wouldn’t do it.” Bellatrix taunted, circling Draco like a hawk. “Just a wittle bitty baby. Never had the stomach for anything. Defile her, Draco. Be a man, for Merlin’s sake!”

“I can’t!” He rebelled.

“Would it be your first time?” She laughed, placing a hand around his waist.

“Sod off, I’ve had women!” Draco insisted, backing up into the table. Hermione felt her heart leap out of her chest. Oh, God, they weren’t talking about… “I just… don’t want to tarnish myself with a mudblood, th-that’s all.”

“Oh, don’t give us that garbage!” Lucius retorted, wand at his side. “Sources do talk, Draco. You’re no saint when it comes to who you fool around with. I’m ashamed of who you’d stoop so low… this wouldn’t be a challenge for you.”

“Owsabout we let Fernir have her then?” Bellatrix taunted, pressing herself against Draco. “Would that suit your pretty little brain?”

“No, don’t!” He gasped, but instantly fell quiet again.

“You care for her…” She backed away, shocked.

“No –No I don’t!” Draco insisted.

“Then do it!” She persisted.

“F-Fine!” He spat back, glaring at his father, at Bellatrix, at the man Hermione did not know before turning and glaring the same face down to Hermione. His sleeve was torn and bloody, but the arm was healed. He wore his normal vest, shirt, and pants attire, making him look like a bleating pompous ass. Hermione didn’t have the strength to muster a glare back, however. Her stomach felt ripped apart. She guessed that it was from the blast, but it hurt so bad she wasn’t sure she didn’t have a wound. “Comfortable, Granger?”

“As… comfortable as I could be… with your face above me…” She forced the sarcasm out.
“How dare you speak?” Bellatrix stormed over to the table and slapped her clear across the face. Pain shot through like an arrow. “You keep your mouth shut, mudblood.” Then she turned to Draco. “Have to be rough with em. Otherwise they’ll never know who’s boss.”
Hermione kept her eyes closed, fearing another blow. Then she felt something. Someone had climbed on the table with her. On top of her. A pair of hands rested on her shoulders. Oh dear Lord… She pried her eyes open only a crack –Draco was above her, eyes not at her, but at Bellatrix and Lucius, who had their arms crossed, waiting.

“Leave ‘er alone!” Someone shouted to her right, and her head shot around to see Harry chained against a wall farthest away from her and from any of the others. His mouth was bloody, like he had been punched repeatedly in the face. His glasses were askew.

“Ma’foy!”

“Keep your hair on, granddad.” Draco sneered at him. “You’ll want to save your strength for the Dark Lord.” The he looked down at the shaking Hermione beneath him. He rested on her hips. “Got anything funny to say?”

“Sodd… off…” She muttered.

WHACK. A hand came down on her face harder than Bellatrix. Malfoy then grabbed her around the throat and glowered with those silver-blue eyes. “What was that?”

Hermione struggled for breath, but the only thing she got was a harder hand around her throat. A second hand reached for her blouse. She screamed in defiance, but the hand did not relent. Instead it ripped at the soft, silky material and exposed her right at the breasts. Only her bra was protecting her from the eyes of wayward Death Eaters. Malfoy thickened his grip until she stopped struggling. Then he smirked wider and his hand released.

She opened her mouth, taking in all the air she could. It burned at the places where his fingers had been. She was going to reach for her throat, but then realized that after all this time; she had been bound by some magical force onto this table. That’s why her stomach hurt so badly. Her arms and legs were useless, magnetized to this god-awful stone table… “Prat.”

“Sorry, Granger? Didn’t catch that.” He ripped her sleeves and tore the shirt off in one fluid movement. Then he leaned over and bit at a good slice of her neck. Pain seared. She cried out. Then he placed his lips just at her ear, so that the others could not see or hear as he said, “Struggle all you want. If it’s not me, it’ll be him, and it’ll be worse.” Then, tenderly, he kissed her earlobe. Hermione could have imagined it, because the next thing she knew she was grabbed up by the hair and her head was slammed back down onto the table.

“Ahhghh!” She cried, but he did not show any signs of remorse. Instead, he grabbed up a bit of her hair and pulled.

“Le’ ‘er go…” Harry gasped for breath.

Bellatrix shouted “Crucio!” And the room was filled with Harry’s painful screams. Hermione felt a tear fall down her cheek. There was no telling what had happened to Ron… “Potter’s a lightweight!” Bellatrix taunted as she danced around the room. “Go on, Draco, no one’s stopping you.”

Draco rose himself up and for a moment Hermione thought he had changed his mind, but not ten seconds later he was back on top of her, a knife at her throat. “You going to be a good little girl for me?” He pressed the knife harder. “Yes, Granger?” Fearing the worst, she nodded. “Good.” He slid the knife blade down her skin, just light enough that it tickled the skin, until he reached her bra. Then he cut it open in a swift movement.
“That a boy!” Bellatrix cooed. “Show the mudblood that her kind will always be filth.”
Encouraged, he let the knife drag lower down her abdomen to her stomach, and passed just at the button of her pants. Hermione inhaled. Her heart beat louder, quicker than ever. She dared not move. “Nervous? You should be.” He turned the blade upwards and ran the hilt over her most sensitive region, up and down. “I could just turn this blade over and cut you at any moment…”

Hermione sobbed silently, trying her best to keep her crying from jerking her body in any way. “Please…” She asked, no more than a whisper, “Please, Draco…”

“Draco?” Lucius laughed. “She thinks she’s so well informed of you.”

“You don’t have to do this…” Hermione shook her head, ignoring the taunts from the crowd. “Please… just kill me instead…” She’d rather have been dead than mutilated sexually.

“See, that’s the point!” Bellatrix called from the side. “Make her beg, Draco. Make her squeal.”

His sneer twitched. Then he frowned. “Are you sure you want to die?” He moved his hand, and the tip of his blade pressed right at her belly button. “Positive?” Hermione’s eyes went wide. The fear in her throat made her shake her head. “You don’t? Well then don’t beg me to do it, then.” He set the blade next to her head, still in hand. Then he kissed her full on the mouth.

“Nice lips, there. Wonder if they could be put to good use?”

“Ma’foy! I’ll kill you!” Harry shouted, but Draco merely scoffed and reached for his trousers.

“See this, Potter? This is what you’ve gotten your sorry little excuse for a girlfriend into.” And out he pulled his throbbing seven inch cock right in front of her face. “Oh I forgot. You’ve probably never had this. Shall I tell you what her mouth feels like?” Then, without warning, he shoved himself deep into Hermione’s mouth. As it hit the back she gagged, but he persisted in her taking it all the way down. “Merlin’s beard…” He pulled out all the way to the head, which he left rested in her soft, moist mouth. Hermione choked, struggled for breath. She’d never done this –and she had never wanted her first to be Draco Malfoy. “You’ve got a warm mouth.”

Hermione wanted to tell him to fuck off, but was cut short when he thrust inside of her mouth again, making her cry out in pain. “Suck it, Granger. Suck it like it’s the last thing you’ll ever suck.” Bellatrix waved her hand, and the pit of Hermione’s stomach was free from its pain. Malfoy fisted her hair and pulled her on top of him, so that she had no choice but to go down on him. Her eyes squinted in a mixture of pain and frustration. The humiliation set in when Lucius’ chuckle came from across the way. He was staring directly at her, eyes like a demon.

The watching crowd didn’t seem to bother Draco –he forced her mouth down on him again and again. “No teeth now. Good girl. Like it’s a sucker… good, good…” He pulled her off with her hair and threw her down onto the table on her back. She tried to cover her breasts up as best she could. The raking eyes of Lucius and the other man made her want to vomit. Bellatrix smirked on, enjoying the defilement. Harry had his eyes closed, in disgust or anger Hermione wasn’t sure.

“Stop, please!” She begged.

“ ‘Stop!’”Bellatrix mocked. “Oh, come on. Have some fun with her, Draco.”

“I’m already having loads.” He replied, removing his vest. “Uncover those breasts, before I-“ He didn’t have to finish. Her hands were at her sides, her eyes closed in humiliation. Tears poured out the corners. “Tears? Really? For me? You shouldn’t have.” He grabbed her hands and placed them at the top of his collared shirt. “Go ahead. Remove it.” She sniffled and began to remove each button slowly.

There was a knock at the only door –a wooden one that seemed miles away from the table where Hermione was put on display. As Lucius went to answer, Draco whispered in her ear, “Sorry. They’ll kill you if I don’t…” Her eyes sifted up to meet his. They were cool, sensitive, with a hint of pity. Then footsteps were heard and more people poured in the tiny room. Most had Death Eater masks, only a few were bare faced. There must have been ten of them to count.

“Don’t let us stop you.” Said one, face concealed. “We’re only waiting for the Dark Lord.”

Draco gulped down what shyness he had left- here he could not be modest. Hermione, for the first time in her life, took sympathy on Draco Malfoy.

“Continue, Draco.” Lucius commanded. “This could be our entertainment for the time being.”

Jeers, taunts, and hoots of admiration beckoned Draco on. “Do it!” “That’s a boy!” “Mudblood whore!”

Draco’s hands shook as he gripped his wand in one hand, the knife in the other. “You hear ‘em, Granger. Take them off.” He motioned to her pants. She shook her head. “Ohohoh, no? Really?” He pressed the knife at her pants button and cut it off. “Accio pants.” Her pants zoomed off of her and into Draco’s ready arms, leaving her naked but for her panties. “Nice knickers.”

“I’m begging you, Draco. Please.” She pleaded. She could see the flicker of guilt in his eyes; the wish that this all could stop. So she did the only thing she thought might stop him; she leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth. The eyes of Bellatrix looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets, Lucius already had his wand drawn. Harry appeared sick. “Just get me out of here; I’ll do whatever you want.” She whispered into Draco’s ear.

“Whatever I want?” He grinned.

“Please…”

“Alright.”

He stood up, wand at her throat. “Come on, then.”

Hermione, confused, stood up in front of everyone. Draco led her through the wave of Death Eaters, most of whom grabbed whatever they could on her exposed body. Then he pushed her out the door and into a lavish bedroom. “Whatever I want.”

“This is not what I meant!” Hermione gasped, but he had already sent a rope out of his wand and around her neck like a dog on a leash. “Let me go!” She struggled.

“Should have been more specific.” He pulled her to him, right into his chest. He brushed a bit of hair out of her face. “Oh, yes, you’re going to be my slave, aren’t you?”
“What! No! I-” The rope around her neck tightened.

“I did you a favor, really.” Draco insisted, shutting the door behind him, so that they were alone. “They would have wanted me to do unholy things to you.”

“And you’re not now?” She managed to gasp out. “I’m naked… on a leash…”

“Yes, but at least now its not in front of everyone, is it? I don’t think Potter would have enjoyed the show that much… besides, doing it in front of my dad was beginning to give me the creeps.” He tugged upwards, so that her head was forced to stare up at him. “I’ve got to make you cry. They’ll know something’s up if I don’t…”

“I… I could fake it…” She insisted.

“You could… but let’s face it. You’re really not that great of an actress.” He smirked, and pushed her back, releasing the rope so that she fell onto the bed. Hermione reached for the rope, but as soon as she did more ropes flew out of his wand and wrapped around her wrists, tying them together. “Let’s not be hasty, Granger. I want to enjoy myself a little before the night is over.”

“Please… let me go! I promise, get us out of this mess and I’ll… I’ll…” She fumbled.
“I’ll do this all with you. I’ll let you be my first. I promise.”

“Your first?” He snickered, “Oh, this is better than I thought. Don’t tell me you’ve never gone all the way with Weasley? Figures. You were always a prude…” He unbuttoned the last few buttons of his shirt and cast it aside. “See, let me let you in on a little secret, Hermione. I could care less if I’m you’re first. Because you’re not the first, or the last. But you’re possibly the prettiest mudblood I’ve ever met.” He crawled on top of her, taking the rope around her hands and pulling it above her head. “And if I were to let you and Potty go, I might miss out on this rare opportunity to find out what you sound like when you cry out in pleasure. I’m guessing you’re a screamer. Do you know if you are? Do you play with yourself enough to know?”

“Have you gone insane?” Hermione shouted, struggling but lacking the strength enough to win.

“Maybe a bit. Being a constant servant to the Dark Lord will do that to you.” He managed to position himself in between her legs, and she could feel the excitement in his trousers. “Has anyone ever gone down on you before?”

“Wh-What??” She gasped. He released her ropes around her hands and took hold of the one around her neck and pulled her so that she sat up, face to face with him.

“You heard me.” He smirked. “Anyone ever touch you down there? At all?”

Her glare was so hard that if it were a fist it would have knocked him square in the face. “None of your busi-” The ropes tightened. She struggled ferociously, but to no avail. Finally, she gave in and shook her head. The rope relaxed.

“Well then, that’s where we’ll start.” He slid his hand down in between her legs, rubbing against the soft cotton. Hermione fought furiously, struggled as best she could, but he was just too strong for her. The hand stayed. As he rubbed against the spot that made her legs shake, he let his mouth travel just under her chin, where he kissed delicately. Up and down he pressed his lips under her chin, on her neck, just behind the ear. The soft touch was overwhelming. Hermione fought it, but knew she’d lose. “Wet already? Can’t have that quite yet.” He tugged on the rope, and she began to choke. Then he shoved his hand under her undergarments and slipped a finger in. She screamed in shock.

“That’s it, mudblood. Don’t forget you’re wet because I wished it.”

The sensation gripped her like no other. The finger was long, hard, and above all else, overwhelming. She forgot all about who she was and where she was and what she was doing and who she was doing it with. The only thing that mattered was this feeling of amazing pleasure mixed with sensational pain. “Ah…Oh God…”

“Kind of puts things in perspective, eh?” He smirked, curling the finger just right. Hermione had never felt this way –no man had ever touched her, and she was instantly strewn with feelings of resentment and anger. This was never the way she had wanted it; under someone else’s control and without her consent. “You’re a tight one…” Then he inserted a second finger.

She wasn’t ready. The pain made her cry out. Malfoy was thoroughly enjoying himself, he hardly seemed to notice that she was wriggling beneath him, begging almost inaudible pleas for him to stop. Tears were forming at the brim of her eyes. “You know how long I’ve waited to see you cry?” He jeered. “I’ve wanted to make you cry for so long now…”
“You got what you wanted, then!” She growled, then spat at him. It was the wrong choice. He took a vice grip around her neck and strangled, shoving her back into the pillows as he did so. His fingers were still inside her, and they moved relentlessly.

“You want to spit at me, Granger? Hmm? You’re going to fucking pay for that.” He pulled his fingers out of her and shoved them in her mouth. “Yeah, take it in. That’s a good girl. You’re my slave, you got that? Hmm?” He slapped her across the face. “Got it!?”
“Y-Yes…” She whimpered as he released her throat.

“And you’re going to do whatever I say, aren’t you?” He seethed between clenched teeth. “Aren’t you??”

“Alright!” Her sobs were so loud she was sure everyone in the next room could hear. “Alright! You win! I’ll do what you say…”

“That’s what I thought.” He reached down and unzipped his trousers. “I was going to eat you out, but I think you’ve just earned yourself a ride on my dick. What do you think?”

“No!” She screamed, struggling against him. “No, stop it! No! NO!”

“I love a good struggle now and again,” He said, “But you’re being ridiculous.” He flipped her over on her stomach and pressed her head down into the pillows. “Much better.” Then he did the one thing she feared above all else, and as he did so he said, “Life’s a bitch, Granger. Get used to it.” And then he slid into her.

The fingers were nothing compared to him, in all his glory. She would have taken the fingers over this pain any day. She had never even put so much as a toy inside of her, and to put seven inches without going slow… Her screams pierced the air. “Too big…” She whimpered.

“I’m not even all the way in, love.” He mocked, and shoved the rest daringly in without a moment’s hesitation. She saw stars. Her heart raced. Every nerve in her body was on standby. Above everything else, this had to be the most intolerable thing to have done to Hermione Granger. “Oh, you’re like a glove…”

Over and over her rolled into her, earning a gasp, a scream, and the occasional swear word. He did not go slow-it was not his style, and soon he had built up a steady pace. Hermione felt the pain wash away, and a new sensation came about; one that she would not care to admit. Soon her screams turned into moans, her gasps of pain into gasps of ecstasy. The fabric of his pants rubbed against her skin, heightening every sensation.
“Wow… you’re like a slip n slide…” He said between breaths. His hands were hard on her hips.

Then, in a moment’s notice, he stopped. Hermione felt the pressure that was building up begging to be released. Her body quivered; it had betrayed her. Her lips betrayed her as well. “Please…”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked, and she could hear the amusement in his tone.

“Please…” She said again, not knowing fully if it was a plea to continue or a plea to stop.

“Beg me for it.” He laughed, tapping his erection against her bum. She shook her head in protest. “Alright then. Guess I’ll leave you here to… contemplate.” His body shifted on the bed, but it didn’t have to wait long. Hermione muttered something. “What was that?”

“Don’t… go…” She struggled to force herself up on her arms, but her body was in such a state that she had only enough feeling to move her lips. “Stay… please… finish this…”

“Hmm… Tell me I’m God, and I might.”

“I… (gasp)… will not…”

“Then we’ll figure on other things to stick inside of you… I’m sure I can get that blade…”

Hermione winced at the words. “You’re… You’re God.”

“Sorry, whose god am I?”

“You’re… my God…” The words tasted like vomit.

His hands rested on her hips. Then, he hoisted her up and turned her around to face him. Both sat on their knees, eye to eye. His voice was quiet as he said, “That’s right. I’m you’re God. And if you’re a good slave, I’ll get you out of this mess.” His eyes hinted at freedom. Hermione bit her lip and nodded. Draco, happy, laid back on his back and held his erection in his hand. “Sit on it.”

Her eyes went wide. It was the first time she had really taken a good look at the throbbing member that had been inside her mouth and inside of her. It was big, really big, she thought. Seven inches was horribly scary, but it was big, and his girth was sizeable as well. Oh, Lord, what kind of mess had she gotten herself into?

“I won’t repeat myself.” He snarled.

Hermione took a deep breath and raised herself above him. He steadied her, and suddenly she was pushed down onto it. The stars came again, but for a different reason. “Yes… ride me.” He guided her hips forward and then backwards, creating a friction that Hermione hated to admit was amazing. And as she took all of him in, rocking back and forth on his cock, he muttered things like, “Fuck yes… Merlin’s beard, Granger… you’re a pro… that’s it… faster… yesss…” His head threw back in pleasure. “Up and down, now.” Hermione drove herself deep into her own mind, trying to lock out the fact that she was making love to Hogwart’s most dangerous prick while Death Eaters (and Harry) were listening on the other side of the wall. She focused all her concentration into the fact that she was making love, and she might as well make the best of it, considering she might never get to again.

“Ohohoo… Someone’s enjoying themselves…” He simmered, leaning up and licking just under her chin. The new angle of his cock inside her made her legs shiver. “Oh, is that the spot? Did we find it?” Hermione didn’t answer, only felt the surge of new found energy was over her. Soon, she was bucking her hips frantically, making Draco groan a bit himself. “Yeah, love. That’s it.” He bore his nails into her back. She let out a frantic scream. “Fuck yeah. Who’s my bitch?”

“I am…”

“Who?”

“I am!”

“And you’ll do anything I tell you, won’t you?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes… God…”

“And when I tell you to come, you’re going to come, aren’t you, Hermione?”

The use of her first name was sensational.

“Yes, God…!”

“Beg me for it.”

“Please… please, God, may I come…”

“No.” He smacked her ass. “Beg me like a little bitch…”

“I – I’m your bitch, God. I’m your bitch, Draco. Please let me… please, let me come!”

“Then come for me, Granger,” He whispered in her ear, “Come for your God.” It sent her over the edge, and the world spun upside down. Her breath was frantic, her legs soaked with sweat and her own wetness. Malfoy gave a frightful smirk and flipped her on her stomach once again. Then he thrust into her and began driving away at what dignity she had left, until after only a few minutes, he came inside her. Hermione felt the warm liquid drip down her leg as he pulled out.

Her legs quivered. Her body was on fire.

“Best fuck I ever had.” He smacked her on the ass and released all ropes from her body.

She lay in a pool of moisture and ecstasy. Then a knock came, and just as he put his member up, Lucius walked in with a smirk plastered across his awful face. “The Dark Lord’s here, Draco.”

“Good.” He nodded, and when Lucius left Hermione rolled over to face Malfoy.

“How… how are you going to get us out of this?” She asked.

“What?” He mumbled, putting his clothes on.

“You said-“

“That was sex talk, Granger. You’ll learn it means nothing.” He strolled up to her, leaned over, and kissed her forehead. Then he raised both of his eyebrows. “Well, sucks to be you today. I think I’ll have a spot of tea.”

And he left her as if he’d never seen her before in his life.


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