Revenge

"You can drop her now," Draco said. They had finally made it into the Slytherin house, and despite the gawking students, had brought her up to Draco's room. Hermione had long since given up struggling and was concentrating on easing her bonds off when Crabbe dumped her unceremoniously to the floor and left, at Draco's bidding. She hit the ground painfully and stayed where she was. Draco was amused.    

"Given up so easily, Granger?" he taunted, crouching down in front of her sprawled form. Hermione lashed out with her foot, hoping to deal Draco the Goyle treatment, but he caught her leg, effortlessly knocking her off-balance and onto her back. The position was uncomfortable, due to her hands tied behind her back, and Hermione tried to shift onto her side. "Is there a problem?" Draco asked silkily. Leaning over her, he dug his knees into her chest, causing Hermione to arch painfully against him as her wrists pressed into the carpet. Hermione gasped into the tape and in one swift motion, Draco ripped it off of her lips.    

Gasping for air and still under Malfoy's weight, Hermione closed her eyes a moment to breathe. Then suddenly her eyes shot open and she tried to stare him down.

"Get off of me right now," she spat, twisting slightly against Draco. He smiled condescendingly.    

"Oh, Granger, you are in no position to make demands," he purred, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face. Hermione flinched at his touch and he laughed, deep in his chest. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked sweetly, trailing his fingers down her face to her neck. "Are you afraid of what I might do to you?"    

Hermione felt a chill at his words and touch. What did he mean? He wasn't really going to... even Draco Malfoy wouldn't be so cruel, she thought. But she said nothing. It seemed to Hermione that if she opened her mouth to speak the words would come out terrified, and that would give Draco his answer. He chuckled at her indecision and Hermione knew with a pang that she had answered him anyway, in her silence.          

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When Hermione flinched at his touch, Draco knew he'd picked the perfect revenge. She would most likely crumble before he got to the actual deed, and then he could literally drive home his superiority, and her mistake in crossing him. The thought was deeply satisfying, and as Hermione squirmed helplessly underneath him, Draco had to fight to keep from ripping her clothing off. No, take this slowly. Make her beg for mercy; make her sell out her friends and her values and everything. Draco nearly grinned at the prospect of Hermione selling out. Then another thought struck him, an idea that was so compelling it was nearly....erotic. I'll give her a fighting chance. Make her responsible for her defeat, so that when she finally lies defeated beneath me, she'll know that I have overpowered her and can do anything I want.      

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Hermione breathed, wondering what to do. Draco's dark eyes conveyed more of his intentions than he would have liked, had he noticed. She could not even bring herself to respond with a struggle; his intentions frightened her more than Voldemort ever had. Hermione had always prided herself in her ability to take care of herself...even in the dire situations she, Harry, and Ron had been in in the past few years. Confronted with tough decisions, Hermione could make the right choice or at least a good one. Yet looking up into the cold power of Draco Malfoy, Hermione found she had no idea what to do. Would she have to give him what he wanted so she could be safe again?    

Then, to her surprise, Draco moved his knees to her sides and flipped her underneath him, onto her stomach. "I'm untying you, Granger," he said as she let out a small protest. Hermione waited in surprise as he removed her bonds. Then Draco was gone and Hermione turned over, rubbing her raw wrists and looking up at him.    

"Well?" she asked uncertainly. Draco laughed, leaning back against his desk.    
"You sound as if you want me to rape you," he said, amused. Hermione flinched (there could be no doubt now what he intended), but kept her cool.    

"Of course I don't want you to..." she swallowed, unable to voice it, and Draco smirked. "But anyway," she continued, "I'm just surprised that you are letting me go, that's all." Pressing her luck, Hermione got to her feet and started towards the door.   

  Of course it was too good to be true. Draco was there before she was, an arm lazily blocking the doorjamb as though he hadn't a care in the world. Hermione looked at him, at the tightly controlled physical power in that one arm, and shivered.    

"I'm not letting you go, babe," he purred. "The only way you're getting out of here is if you fight your way out." Hermione looked at him and felt a rush of anger. He was playing with her: bringing her down to a frightened mess, then offering hope and dragging her down again. She knew enough of Malfoy after all these years to know the game would continue until she couldn't struggle anymore. Malfoys were known for their desire to conquer. Once she had given up, Draco would have her emotionally and physically at his mercy.    

So she took a step back, hands on her hips, and glared at him. "No, you stupid git. I'm not going to fight you."      

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Draco was appalled, and almost dropped his jaw in shock. Who exactly did this little Gryffindor think she was? He had a plan, and in the plan, Granger willingly fought him and lost. It was pretty easy to follow, even for a Mudblood. A dark fury overtook him at the thought of her small defiance. She's completely helpless, doesn't she understand that? he thought, frustrated. Bravery isn't going to help her at all...I can take the stupid bitch anytime I want.    

Yet still she stood there, in all her 5'3" glory against his solid 6', bright brown eyes flashing anger and confidence. Draco suddenly felt an inexplicable, overwhelming desire to destroy that confidence. Fine, you want to play, Granger? he thought, We'll play.    

Putting on the most seductive, dangerous expression he could possibly manage, Draco smiled at her. "Oh, I see," he said, oozing false charm. "You want to submit to me." He watched with pleasure as her confidence faltered. Didn't expect this, did you, little girl, he thought. Walking towards the slightly startled Gryffindor, Draco took his time trailing his eyes over her body, mentally undressing her and making sure she saw it.    

"Well let's get to it then, shall we?" he purred, approaching her. Hermione backed away from him, speechless, but soon found herself trapped between the bed and the wall. Draco paused, giving her time to feel sufficiently cornered. Clutching the bedpost, Hermione looked at Draco with a mixture of frustration and fear.    

"If I fight you, I'll lose," she whispered suddenly. Draco smiled at her, her vulnerable admission making him all the more powerful.    
"Yes, you will," he said calmly, letting it sink in. He could feel a nearly overwhelming lust flowing through him at how vulnerable Hermione looked, cornered against his bedpost. Never in his wildest dreams had Draco ever thought he'd live to see the day when Hermione Granger looked helpless and afraid. She didn't know what to do, that much was clear. Her eyes drifted to the door. "You wouldn't make it," Draco said.    

As slowly as possible, Draco approached her and reached out, placing a light hand on the front of her robes. Hermione tensed and he could feel her internal struggle tear through her.    

"Don't try it," he said softly. "It wouldn't work." Parting her robes gently, Draco shifted them off of her and to the floor. She stood in a simple matching blouse and skirt outfit, her eyes lowered. Desire moving him forward, Draco began unbuttoning her blouse.      
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Hermione had never known such fear in her life. Draco had gone from being an obnoxious Slytherin, good for making fun of and fighting with, to a powerful, dangerous man whom she could do nothing against. Standing a few feet away from her, with his arms hanging loosely at his side in a deceptively harmless position, he had complete control over the situation. The statement about losing to him had come out of desperation. She had known very well how much power she was giving him; she had hoped such a sacrifice would give him enough.    

But then he had taken off her robe and was starting to take off her blouse. Hermione was surprised at how gently he was doing it - she had expected to have her clothing ripped off, her body thrown on the bed in mere seconds. There was something much, much worse about the way he was doing it. Something so...insulting, mocking. He was saying with his gentleness that he could take her without worrying about her fighting back at all.    

Her anger sparked again and Hermione threw a fast punch right for Draco's nose. Just as quickly, without even looking up, Draco grabbed her wrist hard and finished undoing the button that revealed Hermione's bra. Acting on an instinct borne out of panic, Hermione flailed her free fist at him, launching herself forward the couple of inches.    

Draco's eyes flashed annoyance as he looked up at her long enough to take the other wrist and slam Hermione harshly back against the wall, pinning her wrists with one hand above her head. Then he went back to calmly unbuttoning just as if nothing had happened.    

Hermione felt her blood freeze as Draco opened her shirt; anger and humiliation sparking at the unhidden lust that poured over his features. He moved quickly to her skirt, tightening his grip on her wrists when she struggled. The instant she gave up, he was gentle, non-threatening again. The skirt was soon across the room with her shirt.    

Now Draco moved to her bra, his knuckles grazing across her breast. It was too much. Hermione turned her head to the side.    

"Don't," she said softly. Oh god, he's going to love that, what are you doing?  she thought. But she couldn't help it. "Please don't."

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It was strange, what power did to a person. First, it had made him crave more, and so he had frightened and belittled her. But once he had begun removing her clothing, Draco realized it was possible for power to take a different direction: protectiveness.    

He wanted to protect Hermione. Even though she was his prey.... even though he intended her to lay trembling in his arms, obedient of his every word and completely helpless..... he didn't want to hurt her. The reality of the situation was beginning to settle into her eyes, and they showed that she was starting to wonder if he was going to pull out the chains and whips.

That in itself didn’t surprise Draco very much. All of Hermione’s encounters with Malfoys and Slytherins and Death Eaters had given her the impression of violence and cruelty; he wondered if she thought he was going to beat her into submission. He didn’t want to hurt her, and it seemed like he wasn’t going to need to.

He found, as he unbuttoned her shirt with as much gentleness as he could, that under ordinary circumstances Hermione Granger would be very much a submissive lover. Even in the face of such a dire situation, most girls would put up a ruckus and probably give their attacker some bruises before they were taken by brute force. But Hermione seemed to be standing quivering against the wall, thinking about running but not actually doing it.       

Just then her fist came flying at his face out of nowhere. It was the most pathetic punch he'd ever seen; there was no way he was even going to look at her. Draco nearly smiled to himself at Hermione's gasp when he caught her wrist. Don't react, he thought. It will encourage her.    

But then she launched her tiny form at him as well, probably more to prove she wasn't complying than anything. Draco flashed a look of annoyance at her and threw her hard against the wall. There, Granger, you've tried the violent route. Now knock it off. Draco rather liked the way she leaned back against the wall and whimpered almost noiselessly when he forced her skirt off. Definetely submissive, he mused, his knuckles trailing over her bra.    

"Don't," she said suddenly, her head turning sideways and slightly down to show her humiliation. "Please don't."    

At those simple words, Draco nearly collapsed in ecstasy. He could feel power and lust coursing through his veins. Forget kind and gentle, he wanted to fuck her against the wall until she screamed.    

"Oh, Hermione," he breathed, forgetting to call her by her last name, "To hear you beg me....I've craved it since first year. You think that's going to stop me?" The last had come out in a rush, and Draco was glad it had. Hermione nearly choked on her confusion. Now she truly had no options, and the lost lamb look was so appealing on her, Draco felt a pang of genuine pity.    

"Look," he said, trying unsuccessfully to wipe the hungry look off his face. "This is going to happen, Granger. I want you and I always get what I want," As he spoke, Draco gently unhooked her bra, soothing her naked back with his warm hands. "I'm not going to hurt you, if you cooperate. I don't think I have to restrain you, do I?"
Hermione blinked away a tear, then silently shook her head.    

"No, I didn't think so," his voice regained some of its gruffness as he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. Without speaking, he searched her eyes and found nothing but fearful obedience and the beginnings of mental escape. She was already naked except for her underwear; he was fully clothed and in control.    

In control being the operative word. Unable to control his sudden desire to feel her against him, Draco kissed Hermione.