Another way of life

Chapter 2.

The next time Hermione opened her eyes, fluttered a bit but her vision was a blur. She scanned where she was without moving an inch when with a rush, all her memories slammed back afresh into her mind. Her tears immediatly leaked from her still blured vision.

Slowly, she focused in her surroundings. She wasn’t on that awful surgery table, but has tied her wrists with leather straps, her arms spread like crucified. Her legs were free, she felt. Her body was covered by a flyffy mattress to her upper chest but she felt her body completly naked under neath. Her left armsored a bit, but was minimum compared what she felt when it broke. Her back sting by the cuts as well as her legs. She felt tired mostly, but her stomachgrowled loudly for the lack of meal... Suddenly, she had a dreadful sense in the back of her mind, trying to figure how long she had been in that place...and if someone ever considered that she was alive...

When she tried to yell for help, fouond that her throat was dry and only a rasping ‘help’ came from her mouth. When she passed a bit of saliva it was like trying to swallow a gulp of sand.

Giving up her attempts to ask for help, she looked more closely at the place. She was lying over a four poster bed... it smeled a male cologne. The curtains were open... green curtains. Torches were hangling fron the walls alighted... but still there wasn’t a window. She couldn’t complaint this time, at least she was covered and resting on a bed, though that couldn’t provide any comfort.

Before another thing crossed her mind, a door opened... and closed. The door was located four meters away at the foot of the bed, and Hermione only disserned a shadow entering.

When the person came into view, she saw the blond hair and grey eyes that now she feared. Desperated, she tried to release her wrists until Draco approached her... with a tray of food in his hands, she stoped her struggles to watch in shock. Hermione couldn’t believed that Draco Malfoy was there with food. She licked her lips gazing lovingly the tray. Draco smirked.

“I supposed that you’re starving, weren’t you?”

Hermione lifted her eyes to his and turned her head in embarrasment. She wasn’t to let him see how affected was.

“I see... you’re still a self-pride little bitch.” Draco placed the tray in a bed side table and seated over the bed close to her covered body. Purposely, he place a fingertip over her neck and grazed the creamy skin of her chest making a line just an inch over the edge of the mattress that covered her. Hermione felt his delicate touch warm and she hated herself thinking on how wonderful was. Immediatly was evident the reaction when he discerned that her nipples hardened, and his smirk widened. He couldn’t resist it and uncovered her breasts, eliciting a loud gasp from Hermione. Instantly, he began his tortuos caresses at the base of both breasts with only two fingers, watching Hermione’s face constricted and tighten her lips. He teased her, circling smoothly until his fingers reached her peebles of flesh. Hermione closed her legs tightly as a sensation of pleasure coursed through her body running to her clit... and her pussy dampened the sheets... and was worse when Draco took one nipple with his mouth and lapped it with his tongue.

Hermione whimpered at the wonderful teasing of his wet tongue... and then, his hot wet mouth took the full breast and sucked at it lustily, never stopping the teasing of his other hand.

Draco stopped and lifted his face to see hers... He watched pleased with himself to see that her breath was caught up all the time he teased her, and now were laboured and harsh, but her face was still everywhere but him and her eyelids were closed.

Draco took the tray again and placed it over the bed to Hermione’s side and he stood up, pulled out his wand and released her wrists. She was taken aback and tentatively turned her face to his, locking their gazes. Her eyes questioning silently, while his seemed more arrogant.

“Eat” ordered Draco as masters would. “You just paid the price for the food” he smiled broadly to her atonished face. “That’s right. You’re reaction to my ministrations.” Draco licked his lips, never leaving her eyes. Quickly she pulled the cover over her chest, lowering her face... to see the food.

Draco conjured a comfy chair and seated. Hermione hesitated to take the tray of food but her stomach growled painfully, and sihging in defeat, took the tray and with a spoon, shoved a good piece of meat, and a gulp of pumpkin juice. Draco’s smirk erased from his lips and looked with pity to the starving mudblood, that shoved the food in her mouth while tears coursed down her cheeks.

“¿How long have I been in here?” sniffed Hermione after she finished her meal, looking only the spoon on the tray.

“A week” replied Draco absently. Hermione looked at him in shock. “You arrived in this place hours before you awoke in the other room and passed out.”

“¿How long am I going to be here?” asked the girl, afraid to hear.

“I don’t know... maybe forever.” Draco’s voice was bereft of emotion. Before Hermione asked anything else, his wand made a flick and the tray desappeared. Another flick and her wrists were tied again. He stood up and strode where she was, on the bed. “You may as well get accostum to be here.” Draco whispered hotly in her ear and left the room, leaving Hermione alone and crying.

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The next time she waoke, was because a house-elf splashed her face with cold water. Hermione gasped and intented to yell, but the house-elf flicked his fingers and she was silenced. The elf released her.

“Stand up, miss.”

She obeyed covering her body with the mattress and the house-elf made her a signal to follow him. For a wonderful moment, she thought that the elf was going to let her go, but he just leaded her to a door at the corner of the room. When the door opened it, Hermione realized that it was a bathroom... a rustic one. It only had a toilet, a sink and a bathtub without curtains; no mirror or hooks to hang the towels, though a towel was neatly folded on the floor.

She was going to use the toilet, but the house-elf was still there. It seems that he was keeping an eye on her.

Since she couldn’t speak, she used the toilet and felt better when she finished. The elf made no sign of being embarrassed or even ashamed. Then, she walked to the bathtub, filled with hot water and Hermione submerged in it, feeling a rush of welfare overtook her. The elf passed her a bottle of shampoo and she bathed in complete silence.

Hermione was so inmersed in the feeling of the water to take notice the absence of the elf and someone else entering. After the bath, she stood from the water and turned to see that Draco Malfoy was there looking down her slippery body licking his lips. She yelped noiseless and her arms covered her beautiful breasts and her privates, but Draco just laughed. Her face blushed, lowereing her face to the water.

“I already saw you, mudblood. There’s no point in covering your body when I admired more than your breasts.”

Still she didn’t move. Draco took the towel and extended it to her. Hesitantly she took it and covered her body quickly. He let out a bark and gripped her arms with his two strong hands, pulling her out of the tub.

She stumbled and fell on her knees in front of draco. He was still gripping her arms, hurting her. From her perch, she could apperciate the tent-like pants of his erection and she gulped. She lifted her gaze to his eyes to find a fire behind them.

Hermione tried to get on her feet, but Draco held her in place.

“No” he said calmly. “and if you refused to do as I say, I’ll tell Bella to come... I’m sure you don’t want that.”

Hermione fretted but nodded. He released the grip on her arms and unbuttoned his pants.

“I want you to pull down my pants and boxers” her eyes widedned ans she hesitated. After a minute, she obeyed and carefully pulled down his pants... to reveal his black boxers, a big bulge in them. Gulpmnig hard, she did the same with the boxers, barely touching Draco’s skin in the process, eliciting a low growl from his throat, and his erection sprung out in front of her. She couldn’t reist to look in surprise. This was the first time that Hermione looked a cock and she avoided to see it any longer. Her face redened even more.

“Kiss the head.” Draco comanded and she shook her head ‘no’. He crocked a brow and Hermione understood that simple action. If she refuse, the sick witch would come and give her what she deserves. Trembling, she placed a light but quick kiss on the hesd and Draco shivered. “again” he ordered and she did. Hermione felt on her lips a drop of his scum and subconciously licked it, tasting tha salt of that simple drop. She felt sick. Hermione backed away but Draco held her hair on his fist. “Lick it.” She shook her head ‘no’ and Draco got mad. With his other hand, he gripped her neck tightly and she opened her mouth. Draco took the chance of that instant to shove his cock inside. “If you hurt me, I’ll make sure you’ll pay for it dearly.”

Crying, Hermione obeyed and licked his cock gently from roo to tip and draco whimpered in pleasure. She licked the lenght a few times while her tears leaked out copiously. To support the cock, she took it with one hand and the other gripped one of his thighs, this made his pleasure increased.

“¡Suck it, bitch!” he yelled and Hermione winced. She breathed a few times and took his cock in her mouth, not completly because it was large enough to fuck her own throat. The cock was pulsing in pleasure. Thick, alrge and hot was all Hermione felt in her mouth as she sucked while her tongue lapped at it randomly.

Now that she was doing it, for a sick reason, she felt excited. Draco’s hard member was salty, but that was just added to the feeling of the warmth of something like that. She herself felt aroused and her pussy responded. Hermione pressed her legs tightly when a rush of her juices attempted to dampen the cold floor.

The fist on her hair tighten even more when she progressed in her first blow job, licking, sucking and massaging the rock-hard cock with her mouth and hand.

“¡Faster!” growled Draco while moving his hips in rythm with her mouth that began to tight her lips against the cock in and out, increasing the pace. He felt his balls tightening and he was screaming in pleasure, until he came all over Hermione’s face and she gasped as the rush of cum was inserted in her mouth, making her gag.

Part of the cum was spilled in her cheek and chimn, scurried down her neck.

“¡Stupid mudblood!” he yelled shallowing erratically. “You were supposed to swallow it all.” And he slapped her hard on the face. The blow threw her away over the floor. Hermione cried noiseless, wipping away the reamining of the cum with the back of her hand. Draco bent down to pull her hair to lift her body and she yelled in pain, clutching his arms. He shoved her out of the bathroom forcefully ans she landed again on the floor, banging her head against it, the towel on her body opened to reveal her naked body. Draco kneeled to her side and lifted in his arms, carrying her to the bed and threw her on it unceremoniously. Instantly, she curled up covering her face with her arms but Draco, in all fours, approached to the trembling girl, and took her wrists away with one hand, gripping them painfully. She yelped, finding herself pinned over the bed. He was stridding her thigs, and her arms over her head.

“You did it right for your first time.” Draco whispered just a few inches above her face plastered with tears.

His grip on her wrists tightened, hurting her, and Hermione tried to scream, but she was still silenced by the elf’s magic. Draco licked her ear and smelled her hair while his other hand held his wand, poking her hard on the ribs. She closed tightly her eyes in each poke.

Draco looked down at her, staring on her features while his wand was poking her stomach... her navel... her belly... and finally her folds. This last poke to her privates was really hard and her body winced. The yell that she wanted to let out couldn’t be heard and draco smirked. Lifting his wand, shoved it in Hermione’s mouth, tasting herself.

“Mmmhh... it seems that your firts blow job made you wet... ¿Do you like it? ¿Mmmhh?”

Hermione didn’t move, she remained with her eyes closed but thought that her own juices weren’t so bad as she had expected. Draco, seeing that she couldn’t even bark a response, used his wand to tie her wrists where he held them, over her head, tied together with a rope holding them in place with a hook on the wall.

“Finite.”

And with that, Hermione finally could talk.

“Please, don’t.” Begged Hermione whimpering.

“Sorry, to late now.” Replied Draco sarcastically, leaving aside his wand and with both hands caressed her throat. Suddenly, he gripped it almost choking her. “You’ll do as I say... otherwise aunt Bella would come. Fight me is useless. Even if you remotely release yourself, which I doubt, try to escape wouldn’t work. This place is surrounded by fellows... and believe me, they’re more fuck up on the head than you think.” Draco released her neck and Hermione gasped for air, her chest heaving to fill her lungs. The blond boy licked his lips in anticipation.

“No, don’t do it, please... I-I’m...” she couldn’t continue. She felt completly helpless and exposed... and mustering she’s virgin wasn’t a good idea. Though, Draco suspected it from what Bellatrix had told him.

“You’re virgin... I know.” His smirk widened “ and that just make you even more hot. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this... you at my mercy...”

“Harry will come to rescue me... he-he’ll find me... and you’ll be the one to beg.”

Draco laughed at this.

“Not a soul knows where we are... and even if someone find us, it’ll be worse because we’ll kill you even before they reach you. Just for your knowledge, your friends thought you’re dead.”

“¿What?”

“That’s right. When aunt Bella and her friends took you, they replaced you, one of their fellows fell dead and Bella gave him polyjuice potion with your hair, then burned the body... they found you at the other side of the forbiden forest the next day... well, the other you anyway. Besides, Potter is in a coma right now and that weasel is dead. The wiselette is just injured as were you a week ago... my friends took care of that one... and I did it too. Her body was delicious might I add. Though, she wasn’t important enough to kill her... the one that I was wainting for... was you.”

Her tears flowed copiously at this. Hermione grieved for her friends... for Harry... and no one else knew where she was because they thought her dead... ‘¿What now?’ she thought morosely, feeling like nothing or no one would help her now.

“Shhh, don’t cry” said Draco, whipping off her tears with his fingers, a tender voice, obviously faked, called to her and she winced at his touch. “If you behave. You’ll see how good it’ll come. You’re now my personal slave so, the faster you get acostumed to this, the better.” His fingers traveled from her face to her neck and shoulders caressing softly to her breasts. Hermione let out a whimper when his fingers circled them until he reached the nipples and grazed them. The pebbles of flesh just hardened even more under his teasing fingertips. Draco did this over and over again until Hermione felt a hot wet sensation in her pussy... and gasped when Draco’s mouth did the same motions with his tongue in one breast, eliciting a low moan from her throat, and his other hand continued the torture with the other one.

“No... please... ahh!” she begged, watching him doing his teasing to her body. She had refuse to feel, but her brain wasn’t responding at the moment.

“You know” he hummed over one nipple “for years I wondered what would feel if I just teased you senseless, until your sceams for release were imminently... wanking you... licking you... teasing you...” Draco bit lightly her nipple and she moaned “fucking you... I dreamed of it for so long... and now, I will.”

“Don’t... please. I’m... I’m just a mudblood... remember? ¡a mudblood!”

“I know... but still, you’re a woman... with a delicious breasts” and Draco changed to her other nipple while his hands caressed her sides, sliding his index finger over her skin down to her hips “and if you try anything funny... well, I’ll just say that what you experienced the other day is nothing compared to what will happen to if you do.” Biting her nipple softly, Draco lifted up from her thighs and spread her legs with his hands on her knees, lifting them enough to get a good view of her folds and pussy. The pubic hair was regrowing and Draco thought it woulb be a good idea to get rid of it. Taking his wand, he made a flick to her privates and the hair was gone. Hermione watched this... and saw him lick his lips, putting aside the wand.

Placing both hands on both of her knees, Draco caressed her skin from her thighs to her groins, barely touching her folds with his thumbs. Hermione felt a chill ran down her legs that trembled at the contact... but his thumbs stood were they were, caressing her external folds to stimulate her. And it worked. She was more wet just there. Her juices leaking off her scurring to her arse... and the massage on her folds increased sensualy.

Hermione felt her body turning on helplessly, biting her lip from moaning, though her swallows were evidently from pleasure.

“It doesn’t matter how hard you try to supress it. Maybe the know-it-all in you don’t want it, but your body does” said draco watching his progress over her folds and how Hermione bit her lower lip “... and obviously you won’t resist this” and opening her folds, grazed her clit with his forefinger, barely touching it. Hermione gasped and her hips jumped up a bit. His touch was, even if he didn’t intent it, heavenly tender. That bit of bundel pulsed moments later and her juices multiplied as well as a hot prickle sensation in her pussy.

“¡Don’t!” whispered furiously Hermione.

But Draco just increased the touch. Suddenly, he plunged a finger in her wet pussy slowly, feeling her hot center clamp it. Hermione gasped loudly while the thumb still teased her clit. The motions of his fingerrs were delicious and he pumped it inside her slowly at first... and inserted another finger, his pace was speeding and feeling his fingers, pumping in and out, made her moan until he reached her g-point and poke at it.

“Ahh! Ahh! ¡Don’t!” her moanings came in yells.

Draco ignored her and kept his pace. Adding a third finger and pressing her clit, her moans escaped from her mouth more fervently.

Still pumping inside her, the thumb on hrer clit was replaced by his lips. ¡Draco was kissing her clit! ¡And his hot breath and lips were toying with her bundle of nerves! He was pleased to hear her loudly moans but thought it would be better with his tongue... and he did. His tongue was caressing up, down and around her clit, tasting her juices and all she could do was trash on the bed.

Instinctively, she closed her legs a bit, capturing his head and Draco responded biting her clit. Hermione yelled to the painful reaction, and he lifted his head to see her tears cascading.

“I warned you” replied smirking and bending down again, resumed his licking with his tongue and pumping on her. His free hand reached one nipple. “¡You taste sooo good! I want more.” And saying this, tasting the juices that leaked from her in a gush, inserting his tongue in her hot pussy.

Hermione’s cries and moans were like music to Draco’s ears, doing things with his tongue inside her while his now two hands caressed and pinched her breasts and nipples. He hummed inside her in yells.

“¡Come! ¡Break apart! ¡Come to me, bitch!”

His hands, lips, tongue and voice made her feel tickles on her clit and cunt that were pulsing. Her toes curled and her cries were almost deafening.

Draco was surprised, mostly because this actions were new to him. He had done this before, though it was to his aunt... and was forcefully done for instructions of the Dark Lord as a welcome to the dark side. The taste of the old witch and her moanings were sickening, but with Hermione was something completly different. To him, Hermione’s juices tasted like heaven and her moans felt right... a bit girlish, but really good, not to mention the rest of her body. Certanly her spongy breasts were now his fasination. But for a reason, Draco thought that he would like if she leave him doing all that willingly... a part of him like it this way, because he knew she would never agree and this was the best way to make her pay for all the humilliation he had endured from her and her friends... and because it was more hot and arousing and... erotic.

So, he increased his fucking with his tongue.

“¡Come! ¡Come for me!” he yelled inside her, her pussy clenched at the vibrations and Hermione came with a yell, spiling her juices on his face that he licked. Her limbs tensed and when she came, Hermione shuddered and sunk tired on the bed.

Draco lifted his head and body and crawled up over her, grazing with his fingerd and tongue wherever he could reach, seeing her shallow the air erratically. Hermione, delighted for a inane reason, tried to regain her breaths, her body trembling and shuddering from her previous orgasm. Never in her young life she had felt something so delicious... and she just wished that it would had being Harry doing that. But when Draco approached to her face, facing each other, she thought for a minute to thank him. Mentally, she scolded herself for it.

Both were staring to one another, breathing harsh. She could see the lust remaining in his grey eyes, almost sparkling in wanton... but smirking in a mock. Hermione turned her flushed face... and her face redened even more when she felt his erection through his pants on her thigh, pushing hard. Of course, he did it on purpose, and his smirk widened. Draco took her chin and forcefully turned her face to see him... and kissed her roughly, possesing her lips, devouring her. Hermione gasped, clamping her lips but he obligued his tongue in and she could taste herself on him, letting his tongue caress her own.

For a good minute, she didn’t move her mouth, but couldn’t resist any longer and she kissed him back a bit tense while his hands caressed her breasts. Draco broke the kiss and licked his lips, looking intensily into her tearing eyes.

Still between her legs, Draco yanked his shirt. Unconsiously she looked at his chest and abs that were toned, a lightly bulking, but still a good view. His pale skin seemed to brighten... and his flat belly had a few hairs from below his navel... her eyes traveled his body in a way that, Draco thought, it was lust. And certanly it was.

In silence, he stood up from the bed and yanked his shoes and socks... and pants. Metodically, he took the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down slowly, his cock spring free... and yanked the boxers off.

Again, Hermione marveled at his thick, long, hard cock. She couldn’t help herself. She stared at that cock... and stared with wide eyes because, she swore, now it was even more long, hard and thick. Hermione gulped hard, and her pleading eyes returned to his.

His eyes thought, were dark, and his face was unreadable. Although, it was a mask of his true feelings. At last he would have her and claim her as his own. Years of waiting would end. He was now a man... and Draco will show her what kind of man. Make love was something he hand’t experienced, and he wondered if this would be making love to her... or raping her.

He was going to take her. He knew that much... whether she want it or not.

Slowly, he crawled up to her again, grazing his hot soft skni against hers. Hermione whimpered... and gasped when his cock grazed her legs... and thighs... and her folds. He looked down at her face that tensed as well as her limbs. Draco kissed her cheeks tenderly to her earlob and whispered his hot breath, feeling her nipples caressing his own chest while he moved above her.

“This will be something to remember” he licked her earlob and Hermione gasped again “You’ll be mine... by all means.” And inserted his tongue in her ear while one of his hands tickled her sliding downwards from her neck to her breasts... to her belly... and finally to her clit, grazing it, teasing it.

“Don’t” she gasped “Please, don’t... no...ahh!”

“Oh yeah! Sure I will!” Draco fingered her clit teasingly with his thumb and so slowly inserted a finger in her pussy. She was wet again and this just aroused him even more. His cock ached expectanlty. Leaving her ear, Draco clamped one breast and sucked at it smoothly, savouring the softness of her skin, teasing with his tongue the hard nipple and again, Hermione moaned.

Unconciously, she groaned when his fingers left her privates. Draco took his wand and with the tip circled her pussy, poking lightly at random and she whimpered... then gasped when he used the wand to fuck her. At first it was slowly in and out... but fastened it’s pace, circling inside.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!” Hermione yelled at the sensation. She couldn’t believe she was enjoying it. Draco bit softly the nipple and left it to see her reaction when the wand went out... instead he inserted it in her arse and she yelled at the pleasurable contact. While doing this, he inserted two fingers in her pussy and both, fingers and wand, fucked her furiously.

“¡No! ¡Don’t! Ahhhh!” she tried to refuse the emotions that threatened to break her apart, but inside, deeply within her, she begged for more.

“¿Don’t you like it?” Draco asked mockingly, faster this time “But, we’re just starting” he laughed while she trashed on the bed. Tired of his aching cock, pulled out his fingers and wand. Draco laid his body over her and claimed her lips rubbing the head of his member on her entrance, the head soaking with her juices. His kiss felt lovely and tender to Hermione whom kissed him back. She tried to denied herself that his kisses were awesome and relaxing, but gasped when she felt the head of that cock making it’s way inside her pussy... just a bit. Draco felt her hot flesh engulf him and thrusted inside slowly and stopped. He felt her barrier on the way so, without a word of forgiveness to her, he pushed hard and the barrier broke with a yell of pain that escape from Hermiones throat and a groan of pleasure from Draco’s.

The tied girl was panting and sobbing at the invasion of her body. She still didn’t know how he managed to thrust such a big cock inside her tight pussy... ¡And hurted her like hell! Since Draco was still, slowly the pain turned to be pleasurably hot.

She had wanted something too much different at what Draco was doing to her. For instance, she wished it had been with Harry.

Draco was amazed by the sensations that were running in his body. Maybe he had needed a virgin to discover it. And the fact that the object of his lust was under him and he was inside her, being the first man in her beautiful body was maddening. Draco had to admitt that he was, at last, fulfilling his fantasy. He claimed again her lips caressing her sides and pulled his member out, eliciting a cry of pain from her, and he breathed deeply to not come in that very instant.

“Relax, my sweet mudblood” panted Draco over her face. “I’ll show you what really is a man.”

-----TO BE CONTINUE-----


A/N: ¿Do you really want to know what it’s coming?... ¿Do you REALLY want to?... Mmmmhhhh.... ok, just for the record, I’ll say that if my boyfriend would have a wand, he would do to me what Draco is going to do to Hermione... I started to think that I’m twisted minded, but there are always people even worse than me... don’t be afraid just say it: ¡¡¡HARDER!!! ¡¡¡FASTER!!! :D