Twisted Lust

“Just a person” she said carelessly.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

An expression of relief mixed with disbelief mixed with horror crossed his face. He was just beginning to learn her power and capability. He tore his eyes away from the body lying on the floor and into her eyes, so expectant, so happy.

Happy after having killed someone.

“Is he..”

“Dead? Yes I think so, that poison doesn’t leave room for any survivors. Usually it’s quick, but I altered it a little, made it slow.”

“But Her, Hermione you just killed…”

“Ron? Yes, it seems like it doesn’t it.”

“Seems like it?”

“Oh yes, it seems like it, but that’s not Ron”

“What?!”

“Oh no, I have no idea where he is, but that person on the ground isn’t Ron.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but there was too much to say.

“The thing is Draco dear, I didn’t tell you everything. When I pushed that man down the stairs, I did see his face, and that definitely was not Ron.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, I would have killed him, I would have-”

“Exactly. You see, I don’t want you to be a killer, I can’t have you being a killer.”

“That’s not important, this person hurt you, they molested you, they tortured you”

“I know, I know. But it was my revenge to seek, not yours.”

Draco was silent for a moment, gazing into her eyes.

“How did you know? I mean, how did you figure it all out?”

“Well. It was quite simple. You see, polyjuice potion can only mask so much, notice his eyes. If there is one thing I will always remember, is that greed, the look in his eyes. And this person, who you’ll recognize shortly, has that same look. And for some reason, the polyjuice never hid the cut on his hand. I suppose there are some cuts that even potions and spells can’t hide. And I did find something important before I terminated him.”

“Something important?”

“Don’t bother yourself with it, important to me, not to you. Just relax”

“Hermione, I can’t relax, there’s a dead person lying in front of us.”

She laughed, a bubbly laugh that was a stark contrast to her surroundings.

“Watch, he hasn’t had a drink in a while.”

The body didn’t change very much, it was almost identical to before, except the face, it was aging, becoming older, it was no other than

“Percy?”

“Yes, crazy isn’t he. You have heard that he has been missing for quite some time now haven’t you? Well here he is, I suppose he placed Ron under the imperius, which he shouldn’t be under anymore, and came here to have his way with me. But you have to give him credit, he has been doing his research on our friendship, on Ron, on me.”

“Yes, research” Draco muttered distractedly, still staring at the body.
“What do we do now Hermione? We can’t just leave him here”

“Oh yes we can, he hasn’t been seen for months, no one knows he’s here, no one knows that I’m here, except for you and a few house elves, which I can easily obliviate.”

“Not Potter?”

“Harry? no I don’t think he knows, I’m sure he would have wanted to come along. We just have to clean this place up a bit, and we can leave. His fingerprints are on the glass, and on the poison bottle as well. It's fool proof”

They cleaned up the place, vanished the food, left the goblet and the wine, the poison as well, left it like a suicide, and then they were gone.

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She crawled into bed, slithering next to him.

“So it’s over?”

“Maybe, maybe not”

“What do you mean maybe, does this have to do with what he told you?”

“No. But these pajamas look extremely uncomfortable, want me to remove them?"

What a little sex maniac.

She yanked them down and in one quick move and chained his arms to the bedpost.

“What are you doing?” he asked, nervous at his loss of control.

“Nothing dear” she replied, kissing her way down his torso. Kissing her way around erect member, blowing on it lightly. She dragged a finger across the top, a light touch. He shuddered, his erection growing.
She produced a feather, god knows from where, and began lightly touching him. From the top of his dick, around to the sides, down to his balls, lightly fluffing it around. A moan left his mouth.

“Would you like something darling?” she asked coyly, blowing on it again, a quick flick on the tip. He was dying from ecstasy. She licked the top, smothering her lips with the pre cum, taking her fingers and smoothing it over, like lip gloss.
He let out a low roar, he wanted her now, he wanted her to ride him Now.

“What was that?”

She applied more pressure

“What was that Draco?” she asked again.

“Just Fuck Me” he screamed through gritted teeth.

In one quick move she was on top of him, riding him hard, riding him out.
Kissing him over and over again.

“If I had to die right now Hermione, this is how I would want it, with you kissing me”

“Oh really?” she asked with a smile
“Are you sure”

“Never been surer.”

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They were sitting together. The three of them, Harry on one side, Ron on the other,
Hermione’s arms around them both. She had told them.

Ron was silent, he had arrived back in the dorm, apparently living in Hogsmeade, apparently unaware of what had been happening to him. He came back this morning, rushing to tell the headmistress, rushing to tell her he’d been imperiused, but that’s before Hermione got to him, grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt and led him outside, where Harry was already waiting.

She had to tell them, or else they would, they would go crazy, they would get confused, nothing good could come out of it.

As she told the story, she stared straight forward, talking in a monotone voice, she didn't want to say it over and over again. Harry kept grabbing her, holding her the whole time, trying to make her feel better, he was so angry, he wanted to kill. Much like Draco had been. Ron was silent for the most part, like he couldn’t comprehend it, but when it came to the part about Percy, he walked off, walked into the distance. He didn't come back.

Harry and Hermione sat in silence, like Draco and Hermione often did, Hermione never opened up to anyone. And Ron, Ron felt dirty, he felt sick, he felt like a rapist, like a murderer. Hermione hadn’t wanted to tell him, but she knew he had to know.

Hermione was oddly calm, she hadn’t told them about Draco, she hadn’t told them the little details, or the graphic parts of the kidnapping, she hadn’t told them about her sex rampage, she told them what they needed to know. They sat there for hours, it was later on in the day, night was entering the sky. Then they lay there, his arms protectively encircling her.

Harry stayed awake, stayed awake with her, and they watched each other. Hermione was practically his only family, she was everything to him, and knowing he almost lost her shook him, he didn’t ask to see her bruises, he didn’t ask her to tell him more. He just wanted to lie there and memorize the look on her face, memorize what it felt like to lie there under the stars, in the cold air, with the person he cared most lying next to him. The purest form of love.

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They didn't know they were being watched, watched by a blonde haired boy high above. And as they fell asleep together, he was reminded of Hermione and himself.

Potter was too close, she could never be like that, never be like that with anyone but Draco. Potter had to be cut out, he had to remove Potter, Weasley would already be cut out by guilt. But Potter, that’s what Draco had to do.

Hermione was his, and his alone.




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