His Suffocating Presence

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a short chapter. But it's pretty dark. Please review. I would love to hear what you think should happen next. This is not a fluffy romantic dramione if you want to run now is the time!

Hermione walked into the common room, something felt off. The air felt heavy, thick; as if it was made of jello rather than air. She took her wand out, and slowly made her way towards her room, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She reached her door, but before she could sigh in relief she felt a cold strong grip on her shoulder, pushing her closer to the door. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. She closed her eyes, as to meet not his gaze. Tear glistened in streaks down her face, causing him to smile - the most devilish of smiles.

"Look at me!" He whispered with venom behind his tone. Grabbing her wrists so hard she thought one had snapped.

"No! Draco! Get of-" she screamed in protest only to be cut off by his lips crashing onto hers. His tongue was seeking hers. He bit her bottom lip causing her to gasp in shock and before she knew what was happening his tongue was mingling with hers.

Without realizing it her tongue had begun to dance with his. She was returning the kiss. 'What has he done to me!?' she thought to herself. She punched at his chest releasing his kiss, he stared at her for a moment. She could not look at him. She was afraid of what she might see in his eyes.

She tried the doorknob but it would not open. "Open it Draco!"

"You're in no position to demand anything my dear." He said taking a step toward her.

She inched her way along the wall in an attempt to get away from him, to no avail. He was directly in front of her again in just two steps. He grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees.

"Draco! Ple-please, do not hurt me," she cried so hysterically she was almost yelling at him.

He got to his knees slamming her to the floor. Holding he face by the jaw with no regard for bruising. He turned her head for better access to her neck and began to peck small warm kisses to the side of her neck, all while she struggled under him, making his erection grow unbearable within his pants. He ripped her shirt wide open. He began to pad her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples. She began to push and punch at him to try to get him off her, but he waived his wand holding her hands down with magic and pressed on with his exploration of her body. His hands roamed down her body touching and kissing each part finally sliding his hand up her skirt. Finding her hot, wet center; to her dismay.

He flipped her skirt up so he could view her better. Using two fingers he began to rub her center paying careful attention to the little bundle of nerves that were now causing her to go crazy.

She cried and wriggled away from his touch, but it was useless. He was invading her. He tore her underwear right off her body causing them to tear her skin making her bleed a little on her thighs. He unzipped his pants releasing his cock from the confines of his pants. He pressed the head of it against her slit teasing it a bit before he violently plunged deep into her, filling her entirely.

He moved in out at a vigorous pace, causing her to cry in pain. But, he did not care it only gave him more motivation.

"You're mine," he whispered in her ear as he finally spilled his seed into her. He continued to pump until he was sure he was spent. "I will kill everyone you love, if speak of this to anyone."

Then, he was gone as far as he had appeared. Leaving her in a crumpled heap on the floor. She could feel the mix of blood and semen between her legs. It made her sick. She was so weak that she could not move so she just lied there for a while.

A few hours passed and all she could think of was getting a shower. She dragged herself to the shower. She stood under the scorching hot water screaming as loud as she could as if it would help her. His words still resonating in her mind. 'What am I going to do.' she thought.