Deception

Hermione opened her mouth to let loose a loud scream. 

‘No more screams,’ he ordered. ‘At least while we are here.  I would hate to be interrupted before the best part.’

No sound came out.

Her hands went to her throat. She wanted to scream, in fact, wanted to very badly but nothing happened.  Terrified at this loss of control, she began to frantically claw at her throat.

He dipped down and licked some of the blood, purring in undisguised delight.  'Delicious.'

Malfoy's entire body trembled, and then right before her eyes she saw him transform into the creature that attacked her last night. His pupils were big, his eyes almost black.

‘You swore to obey me.  Do not place the blame upon me.’  He pointed to her throat, 'I'll return your voice, once you give me what I want.'

Horror, terror, how many different ways could you say fear? Hermione was literally shaking, her fear was so great.  It wasn't real.  Malfoy was demon in the figurative sense but he was not supposed to be a literal demon, wings and all.

She lowered her eyes, and immediately wished she hadn't, because she saw that his penis was exposed.

And she knew she would vomit.  She could feel bile rising. 

‘And no vomiting.’

It immediately subsided, the desire to vomit, but the nausea remained.

She was going to pass out.

She was having a panic attack.

He seemed entirely unconcerned by this.  It was disgusting. 

He enjoyed hurting her, it turned him on. Like some sort of S&M aphrodisiac.  But what was worse was the fact that this was someone she knew, someone that she came to for help, despite all of the bad blood between them.

'I can see that this is not making you happy, but please try to understand my needs.  Be a little more open minded, dear.'  He fisted his cock, and she renewed her struggles. 

If he put that inside of her, he would kill her.

He was big, like a porn star.  Thick and long, his penis ruddy and engorged... in sharp contrast to the rest of him.

‘I cannot wait any longer.  Too many years spent trapped in my mind, hungering…’  His pupils became little pinpricks.  'I have waited too long.'

‘le rêve est fini…’

Let the dream end...

She closed her eyes. Hopefully it would end quickly.  That was her only wish.

She could feel him shredding her clothes, and so she closed her eyes even tighter as he released a hiss of pleasure.

'What, you do not wish to see your man enter you?' He sounded irritated.  'This is your fate.  Stop. Being.So.Stubborn.' He thrust against her as he said each word, as if that would somehow persuade her to his side.

But Hermione was trying not to listen.  She tried to separate herself from what was happening.  She wanted to detach herself. 

Ron.  Yes, Ron.

Ron would never treat her like this.  He would have taken her lovingly.  He would have whispered how much he loved her.  He would have—

A pain, like fire, tore across her face.

Stunned, she lay still.

He had hit her.

Again.

But that did not matter, because his hands were at her throat.  Squeezing.

Frantically she tried to pull them off. No!  I want to live!

‘Thinking of another man?’  He shook her, her head bouncing back and forth like a bobble-head, ‘When you are MINE?!  You fucking slut, whore, I will not forgive you!’

Her world was fast becoming dark.

She thought it strange that he was getting so angry.  Ron was dead. But her fear was fading.  Maybe she would dream again, and her friends would be there.  That sounded nice.

Dreams were better than reality in a lot of ways.