Deception

Hermione expected violence.

She knew she that the moment she made spat in his face.

It was a reaction. 

There was no planning or thought.

She let her anger get the best of her, and so she did it.

It was so satisfying to strike back at him in a way that she knew he hated the most because her actions were akin to humiliating him. 

So yeah, it felt good.

But the moment she did it, she immediately regretted it.

Dread, worse than anything before, temporarily froze her.

She was sick, because he did not scream or shout.  He just stood there, and she knew that she really messed up.

Instinct sent her fleeing.

Her body protested.  But adrenaline made it possible to ignore her aches and pains because every single thought in her mind screamed that she run, because if he caught her..

When she felt his hands catch her, she clung to hope—

She would fight, she would escape, she would not die.  She couldn’t. She was too afraid.

Claws, sharp as knives, dug into her soft flesh.  She cried out, but he showed no reaction other than satisfaction.

He caught her.

Stupidly, she thought he would just hit her.  Or kick her or hex her but she saw no wand.

Sh struggled, and felt bile rose when his erection pressed against her.

Of course. How could she forget?

Hadn’t he tried before?

‘Help me, somebody!’ She hoarsely sobbed.

Someone had always interfered before.

Someone always saved her.  Be it Ron, or Harry, or anyone.

But no one came.

He pushed to the ground, and as he shredded her clothes his claws dragged across her skin, hurting, cutting—

She tried to escape.

She crawled.

But hew was too strong.

He was demon, with horns and claws and he was going to hurt her in the worse way.

Hermione screamed, even though her voice was useless, even though it made her throat hurt.

‘Please, Malfoy, please, stop!  Please,I’m begging you--!’

But he jerked hips up. 

And he pressed the head of his enormous erection against her opening.  It was too small.  She’d never had sex before, and he was going to—

He thrust in, slowly at first, and a burning, stretching pain immediately overwhelmed her.  It hurt so much—

But Hermione did not think it would be worse.  Malfoy chose to suddenly slam his cock into her, burying all the way in, and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Her muscles were on fire, burning and twisting, it was like having contractions…it was horrible.  Her body wanted him out but he wouldn’t leave.

Nausea overcame her, and she very nearly blacked out. 

He was moving in and out, tearing her insides up.  She wanted to die.  She wanted the pain to go away, she would do anything if the pain would stop….

Suddenly he stopped, and she knew he had finished because something hot and warm was filling her.

Hermione couldn’t stop crying.  From the pain, from the terror, because Draco had somehow taken something that should be given freely in love, she wished he’d killed her.

And as her body shook from the forces of her sobs, she heard a soothing, lilting voice croon, ‘The dream is over, and I win…’