Twisted Desire

warning:: this chapter does have a good deal of violence, and rape, it isn't super graphic, nothing at all like in twisted lust, and i would read it, because it does explain stuff (NOTE: EXPLAINS A LOT!), but yeah, just to warn you
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Velvet.

That’s what it felt like, not the same material the cheap bed sheets were made of at the Leaky Cauldron. Her hand clenched the bedspread tightly, reveling at the soft texture encased in her hands. Groggily she blinked her eyes; once, twice, wincing at a dull throbbing pain in her forehead. Her eyes couldn’t really get accustomed to the low level of lighting in the room, only coming from a few haphazardly placed candles. Quickly she felt under her pillow for where her wand had once been, and with her luck, it wasn’t there.

She padded around the mattress, rejecting the idea that she was in danger, she always was in danger. Slowly she descended onto the floor, cat-like, walking on all fours trying to feel for her wand. By now she could get a grasp of her surroundings. She was in a small room, mainly occupied by a large, plush bed, and a strew of pillows tossed haphazardly around the room. Reluctantly she stood up, pulling down her flimsy nightgown which had ridden up. No, there was no denying it, she most certainly wasn’t anywhere near where she had fallen asleep, she most likely wasn’t even in diagon alley by now.

Tiptoeing through the pillows, she made her way to the huge ornate door and pushed it lightly, surprised to find that it was open. Once again, she found herself in an overlong corridor, miniscule windows at the top, not large enough to crawl through.

Pushing through the one which was slightly open, she found herself in a bathroom, done entirely in black. The light radiating from the black halogen lamps only cast the feeling that you were falling into nothing-ness. Well, she thought to herself, might as well take advantage of the shower, she never knew what would happen next.

Quietly she disrobed, casting her nightgown on the black tiles and stepping into the dark shower, barely seeing a thing in the dim light.

The shower started on its own, and she wasn’t really surprised, yet there was an air of mystery to it all. She wasn’t stupid enough to think this was all just a game, just a little weekend getaway, she was here at someone else’s will, and she had a very good idea of who that person could be.

She managed to locate the shower gel and slowly began to cleanse herself, relishing the hot water, it was January, it was very, very cold in Britain. A cold air seemed to rush in at the thought and she huddled under the steady stream of water, bringing her face closer to the hot jets, had it only been a few months since she had made up with Draco in a shower, she laughed silently at the memory. Laughed until her breath was cut short.

A pale, icy cold hand had enveloped itself over her throat, holding her tightly, grabbing harder and harder, pressing in so she could not breathe.
She gasped for air, but her hands were immobile, she could only stare at the ceiling as her eyes became more and more dilated.

“Feels nice” a voice whispered in her ear, smooth and comforting. It sounded just perfect for a rapists voice. Tantalizing her, she almost wanted to give in so she could hear the voice again. With that she felt a set of teeth bite her neck on the side.
But that was not something she would play along with, never would she enjoy that act, not when it had been so violent and painful. She whimpered slightly at the sensation, tensing up, her neck strengthening against the pitiless hand. And the teeth kept sucking her skin in, lightly toying with her ear, but returning to the territory it had marked.

And just as she thought she would no longer breathe, the hand released her, while the other threw her forwards, her body slamming involuntarily into the opposite wall, she shuddered at the impact, and crumpled to the bath floor.

“Well” the voice bore down on her.

“Well what…..”
She looked up carefully.
“harry.”

“Not much of a surprise is it?”

“No, not really. Not many people have sick thrills like you”

He chuckled and bent down to hold her

“I did play the angry, confused friend well, didn’t I?”

“You could have won an award”

He kissed her where he had bitten her, she could feel his lips curve into a smile at her latest comment.

“Did you miss me Harry?”

“Why would I have gone through the trouble of finding you if I didn’t?”

“Oh I don’t think you went through the trouble of finding me because you missed me, I think you just couldn’t have things not end on your own terms, too much doubt there. And if you had done something bad, it could come to haunt you.”

His eyes clouded over at her last statement. And he looked ready to strike at her.

“You were expensive to find, I had to pay lots of money to find you. But what should I expect, Malfoys can only afford the most expensive whores.”

“Oh he didn’t have to buy me, I was willing enough”

“Tired of sleeping with lower class people Hermione? Dirty school boys?”

“Yeah, school boys, rapists, murderers, gets kind of annoying after awhile.”

His eyes roamed over her body, drinking in her image.

“This body, this body belongs to me. I have paid so many times to get it into my possession, and I fully intend on exploiting it this time.”

“By all means, but it still belongs to my husband.”

“You killed him”
She ignored his remark

“But tell me, how did you recruit your little Weasley clan to help you?”

“So the questions begin”

“You can’t expect to kidnap me from the dead and not have me ask questions.”

“You did a pretty bad job at trying to disappear, it wasn’t that hard to find you”

“I didn’t expect you to come hunt me down”

“Oh yes you did. The moment you gave that little boy the video tape, you knew I would find you, you set it up. But you didn’t look into what would happen once I found you.”

“If you found me”

“Which I did”

She shivered as drops of water rolled down her back, her neck already starting to bruise purple from her earlier strangulation.

And she started to laugh, her back shaking against him slightly.

“What’s so funny Hermione”

“It’s just cute how every time you see me, or hire people on your behalf, you have to mark me within the first few minutes.”

“Your branding never stops you from going to someone else who you don’t belong to.”

She quickly glanced up into his cold eyes, detecting the lust that was hidden behind the emerald orbs, detecting the malice which could not hide.

He grabbed her tightly and she began to squirm, moving violently, trying to get out of his grasp, pushing against his chest, trying to kick him away from her. He threw her down, walked quickly up to her, and punched her in the jaw.

“Are you going to come nicely, or do I have to coerce you into it?” he snarled at her.

Her head reeled from the punch she didn’t feel like shaking it, so he grabbed her and once again she tried to force her way out, she felt his grip tighten, and he leaned closer to her,

“Should I bite you again? It seems to keep you quiet” and with that she did stay quiet, at least for a little while, she didn’t want to experience that again.

He proceeded through the hallway, her body becoming more and more like dead weight with every step he took, and eventually he found himself back into the room she had woken up in.

Carelessly he dropped her on the bed, jumping on as well and holding her close to him, so he could feel her curves pressed against his. She turned her head, looking to the side, trying to look anywhere but at him.

“When I first approached Percy, I knew secrets of his, things that I could easily use against him. I am the hero, I am the savior of the wizarding world, and whatever I testify would stand. It was easy to pin him into a corner, no woman would approach him either, due to his, unpleasant, nature. It was easy to tempt him with the promises of flesh, it was easy to get him to see my way. I promised him money, something he always desired, and he never had very strong morals that one, he came around quite quickly. Ron on the other hand, he was weak weak weak. ‘Why doesn’t Hermione write to us, why doesn’t Hermione love us’ cry cry cry, it was sickening and it was getting old. His mind was weak, and it was easy to imperius him for a day or two, just to get him out of the way. And I thought you wouldn’t figure it out, so I could have you hate Ron as well. But you were the brightest witch, so it didn’t work. And then I fed Draco some cock and bull story about Ron talking about your lovely little sunshine carving I had them give you, and he ran right after you to save you. And I went and got ready to be an emotional mess.”

He chucked lightly, trailing his finger down the curve of her chest.

“But when you came back with your “I killed Percy” story, and Ron was all confused. I realized I had put it past you, you weren’t as weak as you should have been. And as you lay there and told me the story, and we pretended to sleep away under the stars, I knew Draco was watching us. But you didn’t. And you thought I didn’t know. You thought I was oblivious to Draco, oh Hermione, I’m not that thick. Everyone could see it, and I knew I had to attack him. Because as you recall, Draco knew, he knew I had blackmailed him to pay for this little fun idea with you. But he didn’t know it was you, but he surely started to suspect it that day.”

“You disgust me”

“But you were ready to fuck me at the ball weren’t you, I laid it out perfectly Hermione didn’t I, tell me your proud. I laid out of everything perfectly, so you thought it was Draco, I even managed to get his manor while he was away at his summer house, it was perfect. And you were using me to make him feel pain. We’re alike aren’t we. We both know that playing with peoples minds is the fastest way to get desired results.”

“We aren’t alike Harry. I would never have done that to you, to people I loved”

“Maybe I just wanted to feel evil once. And doing something to the one person I cared about the most was the best way to distance myself from the idea that I was all good.”

“So I was just an object to help you “find yourself”?”

“Basically, and now you’ll be the object I have been lusting over for a long time, to fulfill my twisted desires.”

At this she managed to push away from him and start to run, she didn’t know where she was going to go, but she ran through the hall, and she could hear him get closer and closer, and she had no where to go, and she didn’t know where to escape from, there were just too many doors. And then she felt a light tap on her shoulder, which slowly grew and grew, more pressure, until he was entirely on her, pushing her to the floor.

He turned her around forcefully and thrust into her without warning, kissing her jaw line, her neck, down her chest, down into her cleavage, the whole time keeping her arms pinned down to the ground by her side.

His eyes were predatorily, skimming her body quickly, and he thrust into her harder and harder, so every time her head slammed against the cold hallway floor.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” he muttered through his short breaths.

She kept her eyes focused, while slowly she felt the pain of all her hidden scars come back, he was nothing like Draco, he would never be good like Draco, she would never feel romance or passion for him, she would never feel anything but cold hatred.

“I see the beautiful scars are coming back” he whispered again.

And she averted her eyes and looked down at the faint markings that were starting to reappear, is that why the pain was coming back.

“Good magic I had Draco find. The scars and pain would disappear with the one you loved, but overtime, when hate and raw emotion come back, they do too.” he chuckled.

It only took a few moments before the scars came into full effect, and she could no longer tolerate the pain they brought forward. She moaned and screamed while desperately trying to escape, pleading with him to do anything, just to remove the horrid sensation she was feeling. The dented marks the metal teeth had given her slowly began to etch around her lips, and blood started to pour unrestrained.

The more she writhed underneath him, the harder he became, precum literally oozing itself out. And the more she writhed, the harder he wanted to impress her, his thrusts reaching an all time high in their vigor and harshness.
It wasn't like his thrusting was actually hurting her, too many partners and the unmistakable sound of her clothes ripping always readied her, if she liked it or not. Yet she still cried.

No, it was that horrible sensation of all the scars being reopened, that brought salty hot tears to her eyes, sliding thickly down her cheeks. Harry knew she was partly enjoying his ministrations, but that the scars were causing her an unbearable pain, and for this he smiled cruelly to himself.

With his final thrust, he emptied himself, partially inside of her, and partially on her thigh. Although it took a great deal of energy after having just come down from his high. He gripped her rather harshly and threw her against the wall. Nuzzling her neck tenderly, he began to nip her ear.
Little did he notice the gold flecks in her eyes, quickly changing from fear to a certain look of recognition, staring the other direction.

He breathily moaned in her ear, “You still haven’t kissed me, after all the things we’ve done.”

Slowly she leaned forward, surprising him with this newfound willingness, something he much desired for her. And as his lips slowly parted to accept hers, her face brushed his, but their lips never met.

Yet he could not ignore the unmistakable noise of lips meeting together, the squishy smacking of a sloppily applied kiss. Quickly he pushed himself away from her now suffocating form, and as he spun around, he could not hide the shock in his eyes.

The sharp gasp which emanated from Hermione was the only thing cutting the silence,
“Draco...”





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so, hope you liked this chapter. i really want you all to grasp how nice and sweet harry is. just kidding. anyway please review, thanks so much for all your reviews. and until next chapter.