Stolen Innocence

Chapter Fourteen

Draco was fuming the whole night. Hermione refused to come out of her room, repeatively slamming her door.

He was so mad. This whole thing was just so stupid. If she wasn't so worried of what people would think of her, she could give that Weasley pervert what he deserves.

Draco hated being the only person who knew about this. He couldn't take watching her break down anymore. How could he help her with her problems when he couldn't even fix his own?

It was just so idiotic for him to even be helping her in the first place. She'd said it herself, for the past six years he's been trying to make her life hell on Earth. He despised himself for helping her when he was brought up to believe that her kind were inferior. But mostly, he hated that he actually wanted to help.

Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Sex God, self proclaimed king of Slytherin, actually gave a damn about a lowly, mudblood bookworm. It tore him up inside to see her so hurt and vulnerable. For every night she spent crying in her rooms, the want to see her happy grew inside him.

He'd never realized before what a great person Hermione really was. He'd always just simply looked down his nose at her, as he'd been taught all his life. But that was his old ways, he'd seen how his father treated the muggle borns.

It sickened him to think of those memories, remembering the screams of pain and the twisted look of enjoyment on the face of his father. The sick laughter of those watching still rung in his ears, haunting his worst nightmares. And here he was, trying to fix her issues.

He couldn't help but care for the girl. She was so much different then what he'd expected her to be. She was a real person, not the scum he'd been told of. He'd even grown to care for her.

He didn't know how, and he didn't know why, but he hadn't felt like this about another person before. He blamed it on pity, or their growing friendship. He refused to believe that he genuinely liked her. Deep inside, he knew it was true, but it just couldn't be.

They were too different. If someone found out about his true feelings, it wouldn't be good. He just couldn't bear the thought of something happening to her all because of his stupid emotions.

Draco drove his fist into the wall again, causing yet another large hole. His knuckles were discoloured and bleeding from the force of his punches. He screamed out again, not any words really, just loud, incoherent shouts.

Why did it have to be like this? Why did she have to be like this? If she wasn't so damn proud, she could be getting the help she needs. She could put that sicko behind bars, ending this all and recovering. But she refused, it was as if she didn't want to be helped. As if she enjoyed the pressure of holding it all in and doing further damage to herself.

He could hear her inside her room. She was sobbing loudly, pounding her weak fists against the door. Draco wanted so bad to just run up those stairs, throw open her door, and hold her until it was all okay. But he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to. He couldn't go up there and hold her, neither could he make it all better.

He wished he had that strength. He wanted to be able to make it better, to hold her and tell her everything would be fine, to promise her it would get better. But he could no more do that then he could change his past.

As Draco went to drive his fist into the wall again, the door to the common room flung open. Pansy walked through the entrance, tossing aside her books and rushing over to Draco side. She took his bloody arm in her hands, a look of pure concern on her face.

"Draco baby, what happened?" She asked in her high pitched voice. Draco snatched his arm out of her grasp and gave a low growl.

"Pansy, this is not the time, shouldn't you be in Potions?" He asked, still panting from his adrenaline rush.



"Well, my partner wasn't there so Slughorn told me I could come look for you." She told him, batting her eyelashed and twirling her blonde hair on her finger. Draco let out an annoyed sigh, knowing what was coming next.

"I'm not coming back to class with you, Pansy." He told her, forcing himself to restrain his hands from wrapping themselves around her neck at the sound of her voice.

"Oh, we don't have to go back to class." She said, advancing on him. Draco backed up until his back hit the wall. Pansy pressed her body up against his, her hands running down his chest.

"Pansy, please, don't make me have to restrain you." He warned her through gritted teeth.

"Draco, you know I love it when you hold me down." Pansy told him with a seductive smile.

"I'm not kidding around. I want you to leave." He told her as her hands began to stray further down his body.

"I'm not leaving until I get what I came here for." Draco breathed in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This was not a good time for her to be acting like this.

"Pansy, I'm serious-"

"So am I."

"Just get off me and leave." Pansy ran her nails along Draco's chest, scratching his skin through his shirt. A shiver ran up his spine at the feel, causing her to smile.

"Oh, I don't think you really want me to leave." She said, moving to do the same thing again. Draco grabbed her wrists and pushed her away from him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to leave?" He asked, raising his voice slightly.

"Come on Draco, you know you want it." She said as she sat on the back of the couch. She spread her legs open just enough for Draco to glance her black panties under her tiny skirt. He held in a breath and counted to ten, trying to calm his nerves.

Why did Pansy have to do this now? Couldn't she just go fuck Nott or something?

"What's the matter, Draco? Did you lose your balls or something?" She mocked, biting her lip. He could feel his last nerve begin to break. He could see Pansy begining to lose her patience as well.

"Leave." Draco growled out, his hands balled into fists at his side.

"Not until you fuck me." Pansy breathed out, looking him square in the eye. Draco felt something inside him snap. He was so frustrated. He charged at Pansy, grabbing her wrists and throwing her backwards onto the couch. He held her down with his body, a tight grasp on her wrists.

"That's right, I know you want it, too." Pansy said with a smile, her eyes hungry. Draco growled again and forcefully ripped her panties right off her. She spread her legs open wide, a smirk on her face.

Draco quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, already hard. He couldn't think or see straight, but something inside of him needed this. Plus, it would make her shut up.

He positioned himself at her entrance, not needing to stretch her anymore then she already was. He thrust into her, hard, emitting a gasp of pain and pleasure from the Slytherin girl. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he roughly pounded into her, holding her legs over his shoulders.

Pansy began to moan and pant, repeating Draco's name over and over again. She scraped her nails across his chest, causing him to speed up his pace. They were both sweating, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh hanging in the air.

Draco wasn't enjoying this. He couldn't, so he kept picking up his pace, hoping to feel at least a little pleasure. He willed himself not to picture Hermione. It was so hard not to, but he refused. Not when he was doing this. No, he had more respect for her then that.

He kept his eyes closed tight, trying to get himself to finish. Pansy never climaxed until she felt him do so. He could feel her body tightening around him, her core dripping wet. He needed something, anything, to put himself over the edge.

"Come on Draco, you can do it. Fuck me like you always do." Pansy panted, her nails digging into his shoulder blades. Draco finally felt himself start to climax as the smell of sex reached his nostrils.

He tried as hard as he could, but he failed. An image of Hermione flashed into his mind as his seed spilled into Pansy. Her body tightened more, and she screamed out in high pitched ectasy, arching her back.

Draco collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy. He'd never came that hard before.

He felt so dirty, so unclean. He needed to kick Pansy out and take a shower, perhaps Obliviate himself as well.

He was just about to get up, when he heard stairs creak. Looking up, he looked into the shocked face of Hermione, her mouth and eyes wide.

"Hermione, wait!" He said, going to rise. Hermione let out a small cry, then ran past him and out the door. A smile spread across Pansy's face.

"Fuck the mudblood, let's do it again." She said. Draco gave her a sneer, then pulled up his pants and ran out after her, following the loud sobs.

To Be Continued...

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