Shadow and light

She hadn’t seen him in over a year and a half, and she realized he had changed. He grew taller, his blonde – almost white hair reached his shoulders. The war seemed to have had a great impact on him too, as it had on all of them. He looked a bit older than he actually was, his eyes were dispassionate, his aristocratic features had sharpened and he wore a harsh expression on his face, rather than his trademark smirk she knew. She could tell he had been trough a lot in the last two years since the war started.

“Granger, I will release you now, but if you’ll try anything, I’ll petrify you again. Do we have an agreement?” He looked at her seriously. “Finite Incantatum!”

“You disguisting bastard!” she shouted, as soon as she found her voice, launching herself at him. He grabbed her wrists quickly and pinned her to the bed. “You’ll release me at once!” Hermione demanded angrily.

“Granger, listen to me.” Draco said, looking her in the eyes. “We really need to talk, and you should better calm down.”

“How can you expect me to calm down, after you captured me and brought me here?” she venomously spat.

“In wasn’t the one to bring you here in the first place, but if you prefer the dungeons…” he shrugged. She didn’t answer. “I thought so. Now be a nice girl and sit down.”

He released her and she didn’t try to attack him again, instead sat on the age of the bed.

“I’m listening” she told him in a cool voice, but her attempt to look cool was flat out destroyed by the sound her tummy produced the following second.

“You’re hungry” Draco concluded, smiling slightly.

“No wonder I’m hungry, you death eaters left me there to starve for two days.” She accused, annoyance clearly written across her face.

“Okay, Granger.”

He snapped his fingers and a tray of food appeared in front of her, levitating. She watched it warily. Draco sighed.

“Go ahead, eat. It’s not poisoned, you know. If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it with my wand.”

“Yes, but what it it contains Verisateum?”

“It doesn’t. I have just summoned it.” Draco assured her. “You’ll have to trust me with this one.”

“Ha! Trust you? You must be kidding me. You can take the try away, I will not eat it.” Hermione said.

Draco sighed the second time. He picked up a sandwich and ate it. Hermione watched him doubtfully.

“It doesn’t have any Verisateum in it. Go ahead, ask me anything.” he challenged her.

“How can I escape from here?” she tried.

“Ha ha, nice try, Granger.” He laughed. Hermione looked disappionted. “As you can see, it doesn’t contain Verisateum, now you can give up and eat.”

Hermione had to agree and started eating the food quickly, but the tray still had half of the food on it when she gave up. Draco looked at her suspiciously.

“That’s it? Maybe you should have some more.”

“I can’t eat more than this.” She explained, and thought he heard him mutter something like ‘girls..’ under his breath. Then he made the tray disappear.

“Granger, as I said earlier, we need to talk.” Draco said. “As you probably suspect, your days here are numbered.”

Hermione lifted her chin, defying. She was going to die. She should have expected this. He was going to kill her, after all. Draco carried on.

“The Dark Lord never takes prisoners, unless he uses them in order to obtain something. Otherwise he tortures and kills them.” His voice was devoid of emotion and his eyes cold.

“Why do you only speak of him?” Hermione asked. “This is exactly what you do too.”

“You’re wrong,” Draco said, bitterly, “I kill because I have too, it’s true. But I don’t torture for pleasure. I have no choice in this matter.”

“Then why do you do it?” she asked him, her voice a bit softer.

“It’s not that easy.”

Hermione felt a pang of regret. She knew he tried to kill Dumbledore in order to protect his family.

“Anyway, as I was saying, Voldemort likes to torture out of pure pleasure, even if he keeps you alive because it would benefit him. Granger, please answer me truthfully: are you a virgin? “

Hermione gasped. “What?” She was speechless. Why would he want to know something that intimate?

Draco sat next to her, on the edge if the bed and she involuntary drew back.

“Do you fear me?” he asked her.

“No.”

“Okay, that’s good.”

“Should I fear you?” she asked. Her question remained unanswered.

“Granger, I won’t lie to you. You are in great danger here. You’ll most probably die.”

Herminone’s breath caught in her throat. Draco noticed, but he carried on.

“Anyway, you might have the chance to choose the way in which you want to die, in case you’ll have to face this situation. I’ll ask you again, Granger: are you a virgin?”

“Why do you want to know?” Hermione snapped.


“Because he needs to do some sick rituals with virgins, in order to gain more power. It’s horrible what he does to them, unimaginable things, for days, before letting them die. And we have to watch.” He was sick. The terror was clearly written across his face. “That’s why I’m asking you again, are you a virgin?”

Hermione gulped. “Yes.”

“I somehow expected this. I always suspected you are frigid.” he said, completely annoyed. “You have been together with Weasel for almost a year and you didn’t do anything?”

“No”, she truthfully answered, without looking at him.

Draco made his decision.

“Then you’ll have to do it with me.”

“What?” she asked incredulously. “No way in hell.”

“Do you rather prefer him and all the other death eaters?” he asked her harshly.

She didn’t answer, instead asked him: “Why would you want to help me? You made it clear in the past you hate me.”

“This has nothing to do with my hate towards you. It’s just that….I don’t want to watch it again, I hate it, no one deserves that. I’m willing to do anything to prevent it from happening.”

Hermione seemed unsure, but Draco looked her in the eyes and grabbed her hand. She didn’t draw away.

“Granger, think what’s best for you. I know you never expected it to happen this way, but you have no choice. I won’t try to rape you if you say no, I don’t do that, but if you accept, I’ll do my best not to hurt you more than necessary, nor will I humiliate you.”

“But I’m already humiliated enough”, Hermione said, and started crying. It couldn’t end this way. She wanted to live.

“Why would you help me?” she asked tearfully.

“Because you don’t deserve that”, he answered softly.

She continued to cry, and he took the opportunity to get closer to her and started stroking her hair. It was softer than he imagined. She didn’t look at him. She didn’t want to.

“Hermione” he whispered. The use of her first name made her look at him. She saw pity, regret, and something else in his grey eyes. Then she felt his lips pressing against hers softly. She didn’t resist, she was too weak to do it, so she just let him. He just moved them slightly across hers, without trying to go further, and then drew away and looked her in the eyes. She wasn’t crying anymore, and even if cheeks were still wet with tears, she seemed to have reached a decision.

“Don’t say a word” she warned him, and then her lips were pressed against his, brutally, with hunger, while her arms went around his neck. Draco was a bit surprised by her reaction, but adapted to it quickly, responding to the kiss with the same passion. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pressed her upper body to his, making them both gasp. He never imagined her this way, her skin was soft, like velvet, her hair tickled his neck and her slender fingers were exploring his chest right now. Everything was so wrong, the situation almost seemed unreal, but still it felt so right…

Although their minds were enemies, there was a great amount of sexual tension between their bodies. Hermione could feel it too, she had felt it since the moment Draco pressed his lips against hers for the first time. Their movements became wilder, Hermione’s hands were tangled in Draco’s hair, and he was beginning to move his hands under the thin robe she was wearing, touching her more intimately. She broke their kiss and started to kiss his neck instead, making him groan. The sound he made drove her crazy and she ripped she shirt he was wearing, making the buttons fly.

She knew she was probably going to die soon, and she was more aware of her body than ever before. She just wanted to feel. He ripped her robe open as well and pressed his naked body against hers. His body was so warm and strong, pulsating with life. She could feel every of the muscles on his back. He threw her on the bed impatiently and crawled between her wide open, enticing legs. Some of his hairstrands touched her face and she felt his hot breath on her skin. He looked in her eyes intently before throwing himself at her again. He too was driven by a mad desire, he was losing control completely, her body against his was on fire and he wanted more. He hadn’t expected it to be this way, he had had lots of women, but he never felt like this before. He was just supposed to help her avoiding a fate worse than death.

Granger was writhing and moaning under him, and he just wanted to be inside of her. He was touching her breasts, her legs. Hermione pulled at his trousers and boxers impatiently, until she got rid of them, and his erection sprung free. She could feel it, hot and rigid against her thigh, so close to the place where she needed it the most. Draco seemed to feel it to, because he was moving his erection across her folds, through her knickers.

‘Merlin, she is so wet’, he thought.

He divested her of the annoying piece of clothing, and moved his fingers over her intimate place. She began to moan senseless.

“Draco”, she begged, her eyes clouded with desire. He understood right away and placed his erection at her entrance, after stroking her with it a few times. Hermione looked at him unsure, but he leaned down, his lips barely touching hers, and whispered: “I’m sorry.” He kissed her deeply and pushed himself with one single thrust completely inside her. Hermione whimpered, her eyes were tearful. Draco shushed her, stopped his movements and stroke her hair instead, without breaking the kiss. He waited for her to relax, before starting to move again, slowly, watching her reaction.

The pain subsided, and eventually disappeared, as it was replaced by something else, another type of tension. She was extremely aware of every movement of the blonde man inside of her. Malfoy… who would have guessed he would be the one she will lose her virginity to? This was strange, but she didn’t have much of a choice, did she? It didn’t matter no anymore. She had no regrets.

She grabbed Draco’s behind and pulled him deeper into her, and he understood what she wanted and started penetrating her harder. Hermione began to lose control and started to moan loudly, as the tension inside her was almost unbearable. Draco was in a frenzy too, and started to fuck her harder, almost brutally, trying to release his own tension.

Hermione’s nails dug in his back and she came violently, trashing and screaming his name. Her inner walls clamped around his cock and after a few hard thrusts; he came too, groaning and grabbing her tightly. He didn’t let go of her after he was spent, instead continued to kiss her softly and to stroke her.

He eventually pulled out, leaned on his back, and without saying a word, he took her in his arms and she placed her head on his chest. She didn’t resist. Draco stroked her hair until she fell asleep.

He didn’t close his eyes the whole night.

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The Dark Mark was burning on his arm. The time had come. He watched Hermione, sleeping on his chest. He had no choice, there was no other way.