Dancing With Dragons

Hello again. Sorry it has been awhile but its school time!! YAY. Last year so it gonna be a tough one. So here it is folks...enjoy. Ahh yes I wanted to say there is some talk of rape. No actual rape scene but I wanted to say now that I am sorry if this upsets someone. And if it does plz don't read. It is never my intention to upset or hurt anyones feelings but it is part of the plot... you've been warned.

Chapter 24: Harsh Truths are Better than Unforgivable Lies

Malfoy laughed darkly and pushed up against her painfully. “That most be a joke Granger. You didn’t want to see me before. What do you want a novelty fuck with a Death eater?” He held her pinned with one arm as he grabbed his robes in his mouth and pulled down his sleeve. She tried to look away from the horrible mark slithering on his arm but he caught her face. She was afraid to fight him. Maybe if she let him be mad he would let her go.
“Take a look Granger! If you want so badly to sleep with Death eater that can be arranged. Amycus maybe?

She pushed past him freeing herself for a second. “You fucking bastard!” But Malfoy was on her again. He bit into her neck. “MALFOY STOP!”

“Hurting you Granger? You can’t even begin to know what hurting really feels like. What hurts is having you home over run by scum, trying to rap…hurt your mother. What hurts in your father beating you. WHAT BLOODY hurts in getting the dark mark and knowing that if you did have soul before you CERTAINLY DON’T have one now!” He screamed in her face and Hermione didn’t know what to say or how to feel but for once Draco Malfoy was being completely honest and it wasn’t pretty.

Draco wasn’t sure why is was yelling those things at her or why he was yelling at all, but the moment her saw her sleeping against the wall he became enraged. Well that wasn’t entirely true he never felt so angry in his life before he’d even seen her, but he found someone to target.

The red he saw, the blood dripping and, no, no he couldn’t think about that. And how the pain had felt, like it was eating you from inside out. He kept scrumming at his arm all the way home. It felt dirty. He felt dirty, but not the kind a shower would fix or even a good sob would take care of. It was a permanent dirty feeling, of that he was sure.

And all these memories wouldn’t stop. How the Dark Lord had played with his horrid memories, twisting them. Malfoy had given them freely hoping they would keep the despot from the memories that mattered. The memoirs of her. How she looked sprawled out beneath him, her lips caught between her teeth as she tried not to call out. They way she looked when she confessed she loved him, the tired flustered look of to much said and not enough explained.

But now, now that he could have those memories he didn’t want them. Couldn’t think past all the memories he buried deep with in him the Voldemort and brought forth, giving them a renewed life. Like his father’s large brutal hands.

“I don’t want a faggit SON! Malfoy is blood, money, power, AND linage. You can’t have that as fag. You remember that.” Slap.

That had been on this thirteenth. It had been a large affair. Draco was a man now. His father had gathered all the most important people of the wizarding world and Zabini and his mother had gained an invitation, the only friend of Malfoy’s that had been invited. He had felt special then that his father would actually called on his important peers to celebrate him, Draco Malfoy. He had danced and talked to high-ranking ministry personnel, business owners, and people with amble amounts of money, and for a few hours he really felt like a man, like his father. When he looked back at it now he realized his father had only used him as an excuse to hob knob.

Zabini and him had finally escaped to the gardens to talk of typical but private teenage boy stuff. Malfoy had confessed that Pansy and him had snogged for hours. His first true kiss. Zabini had been envious wishing he had a girl to kiss. This some how lead to Malfoy showing Zabini what a kissed felt like. It was innocent. A childhood curiosity. Of course his father had caught them.

“You’re father is just displeased Malfoy. He doesn’t want to see you go down the wrong path,” his mother chided as she lead him into his father’s office. But displeased was not the word. Malfoy received the worst beating of his live, well the worst beating at that point in his life. He continued to receive them and Zabini was barred from the Malfoy estate for many months.

But Christmas' were always the worst. Student flittering about with joyous smiles on their faces. And Malfoy would play along. “Yes,” he would say, “I am sure my father will be spending more money on me this year then last.”

But Christmas just an excuse for his father to drink, and rant and beat them. It was never joyous. He remember one year before Hogwarts when Malfoy’s mom had bought him a Clabbert, which were funny little fury creatures, harmless and easily domesticated. But the poor thing had been scared with the bright lights and new faces and he promptly peed on the hand made Veela rugs. They shinned a iridescent blue in the firelight.

“I told you not to buy that wimpy pathetic pet. It a pansy animal for a boy.” Then Sir. Malfoy swiftly and cruelly kicked the shivering Clabbert across the room. When Malfoy tried to rush over to it his father had killed the animal in his arms. Then forced Malfoy to bury the animal himself in the garden, by hand. That night as he buried the limp body Draco named him Chance, for never had a chance and cried over his grave. He was ten years old. The Dark Lord had particularly loved that memory.

These things he had buried deep with in himself. He learned never to kiss boys, to hate Mudbloods, to kill and feel pitiless for things that were sub-human, and most of all how to doge his father’s anger and his bunches. And ever lesson he learned pasted themselves over the memories or the bruises like some homemade healing ointment. AND then Malfoy’s brain started getting in the way, but even then he had kept the distance between his present and his past. NOW it was open like a gapping wound, like a scar, that pulled just the right way, ripped back open and this time the cut was deeper, infected.

Then he heard her voice. That high-pitched concerned voice and couldn’t she see that he didn’t want her concern! He was fucked up. He hated all the wrong things and yet everything he hated he’d fucked. AND he couldn’t pick a side, and couldn’t make up his mind. AND worst of all he was dirty.

“Malfoy I am sorry! Talk to me please.” She said scurrying behind him into the Head Dorms. ‘That good Granger, come into dragon lair.’ How easy it was to lure her and kill her in this moment. He didn’t want to but he knew that he could and it sickened him. He stopped in this tracks.

“I AM FUCKING DIRTY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT.” And he promptly threw up.


The look in his eyes as he stood over her was endless and dark. Those words harsh and scary. The hold on her arm warm and brutal. But the eyes, yes the eyes were the worst. It was the look he got thinking about faraway things, and un-pleasant pasts, but this time it was starting down at her, laughing in malice for to even try and understand it. It was the worst, most heart braking things she had ever seen. She wanted to be a coward. ‘RUN AWAY. You can’t deal with his shit. You can’t fix him.’ But she couldn’t. When had a Granger even see a problem and ran?

She followed him has he took his dark eyes and even darker thoughts into his dorm. She almost hesitated as she slipped through the doorway, but be damned danger or angry fists she couldn’t leave him like this.

“ I AM FUCKING DIRTY CANT YOU SEE THAT.” He screamed and then reddish murky fluid expelled from his mouth as he hunched over. She slid to a holt behind him not knowing what approach was best with Malfoy. Finally when he had nothing more but bile she cleaned it up from the floor, her shoes, and his clothes without a word. He pushed her back as he stumbled to a fall, his back against the couch. He brought his knees up and buried his face and sobbed. It was the most quite crying she ever heard but in the heavy silence it seemed to boom. His despair echoing through the room was swirling, circling and consuming her.

And how she pitied him then. No matter how horrid it was to pity someone, especially a Death eater, her heart broke, shattered and then reformed just to shatter again at the sound of his silent dispirited sobs.

She let him cry for sometime afraid that too much attention to it would stop it, and Malfoy needed to cry. But it disheartened her so. The most arrogant, self-loving, hard ass she knew was nothing but a scared little boy. But, even if she wouldn’t admit it to herself, she loved him more in this moment that she ever had because she never hurt with someone so much in her life. She had never wanted to take and carry someone else pain like she did now.

She bent down to him putting a hand on his legs. He tried to brush it off but she held steady. “Malfoy you’re right I have never known the hurt you’ve felt but please give me some.”

“Fuck you. Go away. What did you come here for Granger? To gloat. Tell me I told you so.”

“Never. I just needed to see you. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He made a straggled laugh that ended in a sob. “Do I seem okay to you? I don’t need or want your precious concern.”

“I know you don’t need it Malfoy but you have it. I will… be concerned for you always.” She was shocked at her own words but she meant it. Every moment, ever battle, every whisper in a dark corner and she would think and worry for Malfoy.

Malfoy looked up her then, rubbing the snot from his nose. She tired to smile. “Why do you care? Is, is is it because you…you love me?”

Tears defiantly started then and she tired to brush them away but once they started then couldn’t stop. But for once they weren’t tear for her, not in the slightest. “Yes, yes it is Malfoy. You’re my friend and I love you.”

His face seemed to falter, but then he said in a small voice, “I don’t think anyone besides my mother has ever loved me Granger. Loved me because they wanted to not because they had to.”

She hugged him tears steadily falling. “I don’t believe that for one second Malfoy.”

“You can’t love me Granger. I am dirty.” He pulled up his sleeve and the hideous mark slithered on his arm. With out thinking about it Hermione brushed her hand against. It was morbid but she had too. It burned her and Malfoy yelped.

“FUCK Granger,” he hissed pushing her back.

“I am sorry. I am sorry I didn’t know it would hurt.”

“It still burns, like I can still feel him burning it into my flesh with is wand.”

“What, what was it like Malfoy?”

“Agony like you cannot believe. Death is a refreshing thought after the pain. I think it was the smell of burning flesh that made me sick, the first time.” Her eyes grew big but she slid next to him, holding him again.

“Tell me Malfoy. Tell me what it was like. What happened?” She whispered not taking her eyes from the mark.

He pulled his sleeve down harshly. “You don’t really want to know. I am just your noble fucking cause gone wrong. Go back to your dorm Granger there is nothing here for you.”

“Let me be the judge of what I am here for.”

“You can’t handle it. I know you’ll judge me Granger.”

She had to swallow a couple times before she could talk again, afraid of what he would say but needing to know. She wanted to run again, but her pride wouldn’t let her. Her broken heart wouldn’t make her legs move. “I wont. I swear I won’t. Not to night.”

“An tomorrow night?”

She shrugged. “Just tell me.”

He opened his mouth like a dying fish until he found his words. “The manor was never a true home but at least it use to be reliable. I knew what was awaiting me and what wasn’t. But, but tonight the manor was chaos. Dirty everywhere, broken dishes, statues, family air looms. You feel them crunch beneath your feet as you walk through the house. Oh the house reeks of sweat, bile, rotting steaming death and fear. I didn’t believe people when they said they could smell fear but I was wrong. It emendated from everyone, even his most loyal. Almost like it’s basting the house in these evil brewing stew about to boil over.”

“Even Snape smells of fear as we enter. Oh and it smells of sex. Of horrible scared arousal. Not even the most pleasurable and scared of things aren’t tinged with fear and death there.” He started telling it like a story, maybe be needed to, to actually talk about it. “I enter the large ballroom and there they are, his most loyal. They smile at me but it more like a grimace. ‘Come young Malfoy,’ he says in that horrid rage filled voice, ‘the celebration is just for you.’ And for a second Granger I feel a spark of gratitude and joy because nothing is every just about me. I am never good enough in the Malfoy house. My father even came up and slapped me on the back. ‘I knew you would come around. Make me proud this time son.’ And just for a second pride fills be, but as I look around I am sickened. This is what makes him proud!’

“I tried to close my mind. I knew he’d come for it eventually. So I try to ignore the muggles and blood traitors huddled in the corner, but I notice a family. The women’s eyes catch mine and there is something familiar about her. ‘She can be yours later young Malfoy if you prove yourself worthy.’ But I don’t want her. She fucking wreaks of desperation and I want tell her to stop being SCARED. Then he turns on me and spews this speech about loyalty and pure blood. And even though I can’t remember a word of it, it feels me with this rage, like his voice is infectious.” Hermione kept letting tears fall but she was silent. ‘Poor Malfoy. Her poor, sad, foolish Malfoy.’

“And then I am kneeling before him like some fucking lowly subject at a king’s feet! I bare my arm trying to make it stop shaking but he notices it. He laughs and they all laugh with him. And I hate myself for being scared, which makes me shake more. He hissed and pressed his wand to me. I, I can’t explain it but just keeping myself steady on my knees is work enough. I call out a bit, grunting and biting till my lips bleed. And I didn’t call out. For this small thing I am thankful, but just as the pain peaks I puke. I’ve heard a lot of people do, but still they all laugh at me.”

“Finally, finally he pulls back and the pain subsides just enough that I feel more conscious, more whole again. I fall back. They laugh again. I lay there for a moment and look at it. It is fascinating in morbid way and yet surreal. But only for a moment because he curses me and I writhe on the ground. I won’t call out. I promised myself that I wouldn’t but it doesn’t please him. He makes me tell him that I am worthless and that I serve a greater power now. That my life is expendable at any given time. And I think for the first time he is right, I am worthless. I hear my mum’s cry from somewhere. I didn’t even know she was there and that sickens me most. She wanted better for me. I look out, following her cries and I find her. But she looks wrong Granger.” He looked up at her and grabbed her arm. “Wrong just wrong. She used to look so beautiful to me, so regale. But now her clothes are old and dirty, her hair pulled back madrilène. But she looks old and beaten. And beaten literally, bruises everywhere. I know there are ones hidden and I fume. I start to get up, all I think about is that I need to feel that she is real.”

“But the Dark Lord laughs and pushes me back with his shoe and enters my mind with out warning. I am so open and venerable now that I saw mum like that. Then the thoughts and memories just come and come and come. I can’t stop them so I let him have them. The things I try to forget about at night.” Hermione hugged him close.

“Oh Malfoy.”

“And then after he has dug around and found ever petty, horrible, bloody memory I couldn’t stop he from seeing he lets me go laughing. ‘The feast can be ready! Young Malfoy is among our ranks now, may be prove himself worth.’ A cheers rises up drowning out the sobs of my mother. We eat and drink. They force me to drink wine but I think it taste like blood. But no blood is more metallic, especially others people’s blood.”

“You’ve tasted other people’s blood Malfoy?” She asked feeling more disturbed then before, something was coming.

“I didn’t mean to it fell on my lips. They brought the fucking muggles and blood traitors to the center of the room after the feast. I couldn’t eat because they were huddled in the corner all night just watching us, waiting for us to pounce. Now, they smell, like piss and shit. Like weeks old torture.” Hermione’s tears grew sharper and she shook. “I hate how scared they look when they look AT ME.” Suddenly Malfoy stood and pulled off his robes. Hermione couldn’t help but gasp. “It splattered. Their blood flew, sprayed from their gashes and open necks.” Hermione didn’t know if she could take it. She jumped up.

Hermione couldn’t stop shaking. “What did you do Malfoy?”

“They forced me to torture that scared witch and looking at her I realize why she looked familiar, those dark chocolate brown eyes. Don’t you see?!” But she didn’t. “They looked like yours.” Hermione felt bile rise. “She screamed Hermione and can still hear it! Can’t you see it, it’s her blood. I didn’t cut her but I…”

“Malfoy,” she cried. ‘No, no, nononono’

“Then my father rips off her panties,” and now he was screaming and she was sobbing. She wanted to reach for him but she was scared, horrified of him. “ ‘ FUCK HER DRACO!’” She knew that it was his father’s words but she gagged. She couldn’t listen to this. It was too horrible, but he kept going. “They are all watching me now, laughing and taunting me and that chocolate eyed women. ‘Show her what it feels like to have pureblood cock in her pussy. She is probably tight and wet for it.’ And I …”

“MALFOY!” Hermione suddenly screamed. “YOU rapped her! You fucking rapped someone. Nonononono!” She wasn’t paying attention as she started backing up. “nonononono.”

He came at her then and he shrieked, “WHAT! I thought you said you wouldn’t fucking judge me!”


“You said you just rapped a woman. A woman with brown eyes like mine! That is sick.” She beat her legs with her hands still backing up. ‘This wasn’t happening.’ Suddenly the couch was hitting the back of her knees. She fell over it and Malfoy was on her.

He loomed over, her image of him blurred with her scared, harsh tears. He pressed down on her legs where they bent over the ledge of the couch. She hissed in pain. “Malfoy,” she whimpered. She couldn’t help it. His eyes were filled with that darkness again but instead of taunting her to understand the darkness it was promising she would feel it.

“Malfoy,” he mocked. “Fuck you Granger. You promised you wouldn’t judge but I couldn’t get through one story with out your fucking perfect, intact morals rising to the surface.”

“HOW Malfoy. How could I not judge you? Taking the mark, hurting people, groveling I might understand but rape?!”

“YOU DIDN’T LET ME FINISH you judgmental bitch. You don’t even know her!”

“I don’t care she a person, a human fucking being Malfoy. I don’t wont to hear how you raped someone, NEVER!” She tried to get up but he pushed on her legs and she cried out and fell back.

“I WANT to finish!”

“NONONONO,” she thrashed about. Suddenly he grabbed the collar of her shirt bring them face-to-face.

“Why did you come here then? What do you think they do throw bloody tea parties Granger? He is the DARK FUCKING LORD. They rape women ever chance they get, slam their faces into the dirt and humiliate them!”

“STOP Malfoy I won’t listen to this. I won’t let you sully me with details of how you raped someone.” her spittle clinging to his face but he didn’t react. “I don’t care what they do I care about what you did. You were supposed to be better.”

“Why because you can’t stand the fact that I fucked you? Because I was your pet project. Because you think you let a Death eater, mudblood hating, rapist fuck you and make you cum?” He had a cruel, hateful smile on now.

“SHUT UP.”

“What’s wrong Granger can’t stand that no matter what I’ve done you still care about me. Still think about how many times I’ve made you scream from cumming so hard, and that I have a part of you that you’ll never get back.”

“I said shut the fuck up Malfoy.” She pushed him hard enough this time that he stumbled back and she tried to run but he grabbed her.

Suddenly his lips were on hers and for a second she didn’t move because she was shocked. When she came to she pushed him back.

“You make me sick.”

“I make you wet!”

He held her, trying to kiss her again and when she wouldn’t give him entrance he bit, hard. She yelped and he took the opportunity to take her mouth. She tired to squirm but he slammed them both up against the nearest wall. It took the wind out of her.

“It’s still me Granger,” he whispered in her ears. Fresh tears came. She didn’t want to think those things of Malfoy. Not after what they had shared. Feeling his lips reminded her of the Malfoy she had the day before, and maybe that was why for a second she broke and kissed him back.

“I knew you still wanted me.” She snapped out it.

“You sick bastard.” Malfoy had loosened his grip thinking she had succumbed. “You’re just like your father!” She pushed and ran but she knew from the roar that he was coming.

She wasn’t far from the portrait but it seemed a mile away. She tried to speed up but Malfoy grabbed her shirt and tired to rip her around. The momentum of her sudden turn combined with Malfoy’s momentum of chasing her sent them flying. They crashed hard and Hermione hid her head hard. She screamed and tired to move but Malfoy was on top of her. It was hard for her to breath.

Malfoy lifted up, his lower body still pined her though. He suddenly was holding her hands over her head.

“Take. It. Back. NOW.”

“No,” she cried.

“I am not my father.”

“If your not let me go.” But he didn’t.

“I am not my father, never. I don’t want to hurt you Granger but I want you to admit you want me!”

“That has nothing to do with this. Who cares if I find you handsome Malfoy?” And she hated herself but even now looking up at him was beautiful. And regardless of what he had done she couldn’t help but look up and see the Malfoy she had known. And that Malfoy had a soul, a heart.

“It means everything.” He grinded his pelvis lightly into her and she groaned. He smirked. For the first time she felt heat grow in her. A sick part of her, the part that couldn’t accept what Malfoy had done, like being held down. Liked be scared. Not truly scared like with Amycus but a trustful scare, but Malfoy shouldn’t be trusted. But what about the remorse that Malfoy showed before? He grinded into her again and this time she bucked. It was arousal and fright.

“You like this Granger, don’t you? You like being held down by me, scared, like when you were held between Tom and me? You like not feeling in control all the time.” He leaned into her and bit her neck. It was painful but she deserved it she was sick. “I love hearing you gasp. I like the way you smell when you’re not sure if you should be scared of me or not.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh you will Granger. What is it that makes you still wet for me? Because I am sure that you are.” ‘That fucking voice,’ her mind cursed. “I mean I am good but… Is it that you really believe that if you meant it I’d stop? Do you still believe that of me even now? Why? Do you still want me because even after what you heard you still love me?”

Tear made their path down her face turning at the ends of her cheeks and trickling into her ears. She shook her head yes but what she said was, “fuck you, fuck you.”

They kissed then but it was a hard mashing. Finally she gave up and gave him the control. She just gave up. He suddenly lifted the lower half of his body up, taking one hand and ripping he robes up. With the robes no longer stuck under his body he unbuttoned them.

He looked at her with those dark thoughts but this time she shivered. He ripped her blouse in two with so much strength and anger. She gasped and pushed her chest up.

“You’re a fucking mudblood whore.” He held her hands again as she tried to reach to smack him. “You like hearing that don’t you whether it true or not.”

“Screw you you’re a sick twisted coward.” He laughed and bit the spot right above her left breast.

“Ahhh, fuck.”

He didn’t even bother to take her bar off, he just ripped the bra cups down so that her breasts spilled over. He bit and licked at her. No teasing, he just went right for her hard nipples taking them into his mouth until they were red and raw. But she groaned, biting her lips hard to fight the reaction.

When he fully brutalized her titts he scooted down trailing teeth and kissed along her body. He let go of her arms trailing his hands down with his kisses grabbing her hard. She was sure he would mark her but she yelled out in pure pleasure. It felt good to be punished on some level. Punished for loving him in any capacity. Punished for still wanting a monster. This was such a contrast to the last night they’d slept together, more tears came.

He got to the top of her skirt. “I want to fuck you with your uniform on.” He growled. He gripped her thighs heard and she arched her back.

“YES,” she yelled. He rubbed up her thighs hard and took her panties off. Then he suddenly ripped her legs further apart.

“You want me to touch you don’t you?”

She didn’t answer holding her breath. A part of her wanted this to stop. Give her a reason to leave, but another wanted to feel him.

He pinched her inner thigh. “Tell me you want it. Deep down you want to feel my cock as deep in your wet, filthy cunt as it can go. You want me to make you cum.” He circled his finger around her cunt and pinched her lips.

“YES, no, yesyesyeys I want you.”

“You WANT me to touch you. Say. It.”

“Yes please Malfoy no more talk, touch me.” He pushed into her wet folds and she cried out. He circled her slightly still dry clit, as Malfoy didn’t bring her juices upwards like he normally did, hard and fast. It wasn’t the slow burning it had been the few nights before. This was an intense almost brutal pleasure.

Suddenly he slammed his fingers into her opening. “FUCK!”

Her head moved back and fourth as she writhed on the floor. Suddenly her eyes caught the fireplace. And for some reason she thought of the time when she walked in on Malfoy fucking Pansy into the floor. How wet she had been and how deep down she wanted to be the girl on the floor. The only time in her life she had wished to be Pansy.

Malfoy pulled out and she knew he meant to fuck her but she wanted him to truly dominate her.

“Malfoy,” she started.

“Yes Granger.”

“Malfoy fuck me, fuck me on the hearth?” This was the first time she ever felt insecure while she was sexual with him, and while she hated it she loved it too.

“Why?” He smirked

She knew, like always with Malfoy, he’d make her tell the truth. “It’s like when I caught you and Pansy doing it. The way you were…”

“Fucking her? Dominating her? I don’t know if I remember that night, what were we doing?”

She whimpered and blushed. “Both and you were fffucking her doggy style.” Just saying it made her hot, more heat pooling between her legs.

Malfoy slid the hand that had just entered her pussy up her body. It was still slick with her juices. “So you want me to bend you over like a slut and fuck you hard and fast. Treat you like I treated all the girls before you?” She shook her head as he brought his hand up her throat and then brushed his fingers against her lips. Without thinking her tongue darted out and lapped at her lips, moistening them, tasting them. Malfoy mirrored her by licking his own lips and shuttered. It felt naughty to taste herself.

Then he was pulling her up with him but the motion didn’t stop. He flung her over his shoulder. She looked down at his body. Somewhere in their hard, brutal, passionate encounter Malfoy had lost his shirt and pants. His smooth back arched slightly in until it led to his ass. It looked so perfect and she slid her hands down his back and over his perfectly shaped arse and just as she was just to slid her hand up Malfoy was throwing her down. She landed hard on her needs.

“You don’t get to touch tonight Granger.” He pushed her down so her arse was straight up. He pushed her legs further apart with his foot. She bucked and sighed into the harsh ground, her cheek resting on the cold stone floor. She could smell the musky sweetness of sulfur and burnt wood. She breathed it in deep.

Malfoy groped and pinched at her exposed ass and thighs. “Is this what you wanted?”

She shivered, “Yes.” She felt Malfoy kneel behind her as he started rubbing his length between her ass cheeks and wet folds, but she wanted him now….


If Malfoy could have coherent thoughts right now he would be thinking he should stop. Give Granger the ability to run, but not before he told her the truth. The truth about everything. But Malfoy didn’t have thoughts. Not when he was looking down at Granger bent over for him, seeing her pussy open and leaking. He’d always wanted to dominate her. Make that fucking in control know-it-all loose her inhibitions even if it was for a few hours. But most of him was just glad that Pansy had to decided to sleep somewhere else tonight so they could fuck as hard and as loud as they wanted.

It brought an evil, twisted part of him joy that he wasn’t sure who was more fucked up right now, him or her? Was it her for still getting wet for him even after what she thought he’d done, or was it him for twisting her feels. Letting her think those things of him.

He started to rub his cock between her ass cheeks and pussy lips. He shivered as he felt the warmth wetness of her on the tip of his cock. He had to take a settling breath or he was sure he would exploded right there at her entrance. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this hard. So maybe he was the must fucked up one in this room.

Suddenly Granger pushed back on him moaning. ‘Fine,’ his good intentions loosing the final battle, ‘if you don’t want to play anymore Granger.’ He grabbed his cock and without warning plunged himself inside her. He went in as deep as her tightness would allow. They both screamed out and it felt too good.


Hermione hadn’t been ready. She wanted it yes, but though she was wet she was still tight. Malfoy didn’t wait for her again. He pulled out, she whimpered from the emptiness it left, and suddenly slammed back into her. It jerked her body and she called out but this time it felt too good.

He started slow but hard and soon he was balls deep inside her and she felt his balls smacking into her and that alone sent electric heat waves shooting to her core. Once he stretched her started fucking her faster and harder, but she still called out, “harder.”

He was hitting her cervix and it left her screaming moans. He griped her hips hard and kept pumping vigorously into her as he made the most delicious hisses and moans above her. Her body jerked and her check rubbed hard against the stone but it all felt so good. And she felt her body start to build that heat and even though she wanted this feeling to last the brutal fucking was bring her orgasm on fast.

“Are you gonna cum?” He grunted over her.

“ooo yes Malfoy.” And suddenly he stopped. She growled.

“If you want it Granger you have to work for it. Move.” She didn’t know what to do for a second. He laughed and slapped her ass.

“Move back Granger. Fuck me like this. Take all of me in that weeping dirty cunt of your.” And the dirty words sent her back into bliss, and she pushed back on to his cock. It some how felt different to take him and she pushed back harder to fill herself up. She caught onto an intoxicating rhythm, hearing him moaning over her but she wanted to hear his voice.

“Dirty, talk dirty to me Malfoy.” She slammed back hard impaling her self on his cock, and felt dirty forcing and pushing herself onto his throbbing length as he stayed still and hard behind her. “Please make me feel like a whore.” She couldn’t believe her own words but they felt right.

She could almost feel him smirk behind her. He griped her hips again and started meeting her thrust.

“That. Right. Granger. Fucking take it.” He slammed her so hard they both jerked forward. “You’re such a dirty bitch for letting me bent you over like a common street whore.” Suddenly he took her hair and pulled. He pulled her hair to hold on as he fucked her.

“You want to know something?” Her grunted, leaning over into ear.

“Yes!”

“I loved fucking your virgin pussy, how tight and innocent you were. I tried to be so gentle but I wanted to fuck you like this the first time.” Pound, pound into her wet opening with every word and she was scratching at the floor. “You love every second of my cock inside you. You’re not Gryffindor's sweet golden girl anymore are you?”

“No Malfoy.”

He mocked her in a harsh voice, “No Malfoy. That’s right Granger remember whose name you scream when you cum.” And she was going to was going to cum and it was like he knew it.

He leaned back into her ear but nothing was making much sense because any second she would loose her control and it was hard to take all the pleasure. “Are you going to cum?”

“Yes, don’t stop please.”

“Oh I wont but I have one more thing to tell you.”

“Tell me, tell-me just don’t stop. Oh god pleases.” She couldn’t stop her words it was like her only release from the over whelming pleasure.

“I didn’t,” he pushed her face back onto the ground, “rape that girl. Couldn’t she looked to much like you.” And as he said the last words he reached around and grasped her swollen clit and rubbed the sweet nub between his fingers.

Right then and there Hermione exploded, even so her mind registered what he said, but she couldn’t stop her reaction, Malfoy made sure of that. Her whole body let go, opened up liked like it had exploded into tiny molecules and mingled with the world around her as pure energy and pleasure.

For a few second she couldn’t think or react and more wetness then she had ever felt poured between her legs and she was sure she peed. She would have been embarrassed if there weren’t more pressing matter to deal with when she became whole again.

She tried to get up, she needed to look at him and know he was telling the truth this time, but the palm of hand pushed into her back keeping her in her current position. He pulled out and she felt his warm fluids slid down her ass.

“Oh fuck yes. I think you just squirted Granger.” But he didn’t sound mad, more like it was the best thing that had ever happen to him. His fingers propped between her folds again, hitting her clit, she screamed out again. “Shit you did squirt all over me Granger, Merlin that is so hot.” That took her mind off what he said before for a second. She pushed her self up. Her thighs were glistening and so was Malfoy’s semi-hard dick and some of his stomach.

“I am sorry Malfoy I… I what?”

“Gods you are innocent. Female ejaculation Granger. It when a girl orgasms so hard that she ejaculates kind of like man. You really did like me fucking you like that.”

“Oh,” she acted like she knew what that meant and then shook her head. “Never mind that doesn’t mater. You didn’t actually rape that girl?” It felt stupid to ask when she was naked, dizzy, and covered in both their fluids. She could smell their arousal on her, it was a sweet musky smell that mingled with the smell of hearth. But she needed to know.

“That’s what I fucking said Granger.”

“But you, you said…”

“NO that’s what you wanted to fucking hear. Thought of all the people in my life you would know I could never do something like that, but deep down you don’t believe I was good.”

“THAT’S– NOT – TRUE! And how could you!” She broke out in tears again and realized that she really hadn’t stopped crying through the whole thing, but not because he was hurting her. Because she was disgusting. Even though he hadn’t raped that poor innocent women she thought he had and she still let him take her, and like she was a whore no less. “How could you do that to me? HOW?”

“To prove that you still fucking wanted me even if I was was bad as everyone thinks I am. That your not as idealistic as you pretend to be.”

“Your fucking sick making be believe that you rapped some girl with the same colored…” and something hit her. A photo of women with blonde hair flashed in her mind. She was so different then Hermione. Her tan face, perfect teeth, no freckles, bleach blonde hair but they had the same eyes. It had been eerie. And she almost collapsed right there.

“The women Malfoy that WOMEN!” She started to panic. It just couldn’t be true.

“She’s dead Granger and no I didn’t do that either. I couldn’t save her but I refused to rape her. It was good it ended I couldn’t stand the pain she endured.”

“Oh nononono she is dead? Malfoy think hard did she have blond hair and tan skin. Did-did-did she have a husband and baby with her.”

Malfoy looked at her in surprise and she knew the answer before he opened his mouth. “How? Granger did you know them?”

Suddenly she felt cold and as naked as she was. She rushed to her clothes. She needed some kind of comfort.

“GRANGER did you know them?”

“No not personally. Oh fuck, fuck Malfoy and the baby?” She asked it because she had to know but not because she wanted to.

“Yes, all of them. But they didn’t hurt the baby. They just killed him.” She turned on him shacking her head as if his words could possible be comfort.

“IN FRONT OF HER?”

“Granger…”

“FUCKING tell me.”

“Yes.” He looked down. It had been the worst thing he had ever seen. The women had just given up after that. He hadn’t been able to share that even with Granger. There were some things you were not suppose to see and if you did you didn’t talk about them.

“Who were they Granger?”

“I don’t know if that would be a good…”

“I don’t give a shit what you think. Who was she?” And even though she hated him right now she couldn’t deny that haunted look in his eyes.

“I think you witnessed Gwen, baby Thomas, and Bernard Dunder die.” Malfoy looked confused. Of course he wouldn’t know, Dunder wasn’t Gwen’s given last name. “She was Gwen Everclear, Gwen is Tom Everclear’s older sister.”

Malfoy was completely flaccid now. He slummed on the chair and curled up again but this time she felt no pity for him. “I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t touch her I couldn’t do that to someone.”

“That’s great Malfoy you just watched them die and you let me think you were a fucking rapist while you had sex me.”

“You didn’t seem to mind.” But this he said this weakly.

“You got me Malfoy. You really got me good. You made me just as sick and twisted as you are. You’re right I would still lust after you and care for you even if you were a monster but just by forcing that truth on me you’ve ruined it. But you know what really makes me the most revolted,” he looked her right in the eyes and she stared back wanting to hurt him as much as she hurt, “is that you used how I felt about you to manipulate me. You used how I felt about you to prove that I am not perfect and to make you feel better! I never claimed to be perfect MALFOY. You didn’t have to do that. I expected you to laugh in my face when I told you I-I loved you. To tell me how stupid I was and I am. And I certainly didn’t expect you to say it back. I mean how could you, how could you love anyone when you admire and disgust yourself more than you love or hate anything else. But what I didn’t expect was for you to manipulate something so good and innocent that I gave to you freely. I didn’t expect anything in return.” He just let her scream at him, both staring at each other the whole time, while he stayed still and silent.

“You can’t even tell me you love me back because you don’t know what love is. Even if what we had was special you wouldn’t know. I bet you never told anyone you loved them and meant it.”

“Hermione.”

“DON’T. Don’t say my given name and don’t apologize or dare say another smarmy word to me. I wont forgive you for this- ever.” ‘Or herself,’ the back of her mind added.

“But Hermione.”

But she wasn’t listening she was already slamming the portrait door shut. “I do love you too.” He meant it but once again she wasn’t there to hear it. She never would be because what he had done was unforgivable. He slid onto the ground and curled up in the fetal position, nude and cold. He cried out every horrible piece of himself on to the floor. He’d made the one person who loved him, whether it was platonic or true love, think he was a monster and forced her to admit that she still wanted him as much as when he was bad as when he was good. And he ruined that too.

Hermione could already feel bruises forming but it was nothing to the inter turmoil she was feeling. But she had to stay clam just a little bit more and find Professor McGonagall.

She ran full out not even thinking of how much trouble she would be in if she got caught. That trouble was nothing compared to what she felt. She slid to a holt and bagged on the professor’s door but it had to be early in the morning and she’d probably retired into her inner sanctuary. Hermione started panicking. ‘Shut up,’ she told herself, ‘you’re smarter than this.’

Finally her brain started working. She formed her personalized Patronus. It took more will than she thought possible to think a happy thought, some how the thought of bunching Malfoy in the face didn’t work, but finally an otter appeared. “Go find Professor McGonegal. Wake her up and tell that Hermione Granger needs to see her now.”

She watched the Otter disappeared through the door and she hoped it would make it through any wards the Professor had around her room. It was difficult warding to keep out Patronus but it could be done.

A few minutes later the Professor appeared at her door her hair in a long braid robes forgotten, wearing a bed worn looking flannel.

“Dear Lord Hermione what happened. Who did this to you.”

“What?” She hadn’t even stopped to think about what she must look like. She felt at her hair and just feeling it let her know how awful it most look. “Nothing. I am fine I just need to tell you something very important.”

“Nothing? You look like you have been fighting.”

“Not really,” she said swallowing hard. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

Hermione pushed past the older women and McGonegal ushered her to a chair.

“Let me see to you.”

“No. I said I was fine I am not here about myself.”

“Still Hermione dear if someone tried to hurt you I need to know.”

“Why? Nothing would happen to them.”

“That’s not true.”

“Professor….”

“I would certainly punish who ever…”

“PROFESSOR this is about Tom Everclear’s sister!” The professor turned on her, her eyes wide and accusing.

“They haven’t been seen in weeks. The whole family is gone and presumed hiding.”

“What with no letter to their family. You know they aren’t- weren’t in hiding. I-I,” Hermione felt like she would cry again but nothing came out. She couldn’t feel anymore. “They are all dead…all of them.”

“Their new born?”

Hermione wanted to yell at her from asking such a stupid, horrible question but she didn’t have the energy. She just shook her head. The professor clasped her hands of her mouth and her eyes brimmed with tears.

“How do you know that? Impossible you couldn’t know that.”

“I know with a certainly. I didn’t think it would be right to just blurt that out to Tom but I think that if the Order looks into they will find I am right. It’s only right the family knows.”

“How do you know this?”

Hermione shook her head. “I over heard it tonight and I came right here. Trust me the person I heard it from saw it. It’s not a rumor.”

“WHO?”

“No I wont tell you. I-I can’t, can’t put myself in that position. I don’t even want to Tom to know that I found out.”

“You will tell me now.”

“You’re smart figure it out because I won’t say anything.”

“Don’t you give me cheek this is huge accusation you’re making. What did I tell you about us being on the same side you can’t possible be trying to protect this person.”

And she hated herself because she was, but no matter what happened tonight she wasn’t just going to rat on Malfoy. It didn’t seem right. “I am not protecting this person I am protecting myself. All I can say is the person who saw it didn’t partake in the killing. Check the information and you’ll see I am right. Good night.” She hurried out the door before the older women tried to make her stay.
She couldn’t remember even getting to the dorms all she knew was that she needed a shower. A burning hot shower.

“Hermione are you okay it’s terrible late.” Lavender said her voice filled with sleep.

Hermione just grunted in response. She didn’t want to talk to anyone if she did she would brake down.

“Did that thing you need to fix go okay?” Lavender asked more awake now.

She laughed darkly, “Not in the slightest.” Then she ran to the bathroom and locked it.

She turned the water in the shower on as hot as she could make it. She started to strip down but as she got to her underwear she started to shake. She could not stand to be naked and venerable right now.

“Hermione are you okay? Let me in.”

“I am fine, go away.” She was shacking so badly now that she could hear it in her own voice.

“No you’re not.”

“I just feel a sleep in the Library and had a bad dream. Almost got caught out after curfew. I am fine now so go away Lavender.”

She slid into the shower her underwear instantly sticking to her body. The water burned and it was painful, but she wasn’t really feeling it. There was more knocking but it was seemed far away. Finally she heard footsteps leading away from the door, ‘Good,’ she thought.

She slid down along the wall of the shower and let the water beat all around her. She tried closing her eyes but all she could see was Malfoy. She snapped them back open and brought her knees to herself.

Suddenly she heard more banging. “Lavender!”

“You let me in right now Hermione Granger!” It was the strong-minded concerned voice of Ginny Wesley. ‘Ahh fuck that meddling Lavender,’ she cursed.

“I am fine Gin just please go away.”

“No, what kind of friend would I be if I let you hurt alone and don’t tell me you’re fine again. I can hear in your voice you’re not.”

Hermione shivered and shook more. Maybe she did need to see a familiar kind face right now. “Fine but only you and I have nothing to say.” She flicked her wand and the door open. Ginny stumbled in quickly and slammed the door shut, and Hermione did a quick silent charm around it.

“Merlin Hermione what happened to you, who happened to you?” Ginny’s voice was no longer harsh but soft and worried.

Hermione looked down at herself and could see bruises that were starting to form along her sides, behind her knees. Small read bit and pinch marks were sprinkles along her body. Her body shivered at the thought of how Malfoy marked her and she felt like being sick. She had liked it.

“I am fine…” but her voice was chocked

“Fuck that you look like you either got beat up or had the most rough sex of your life.” Ginny said sliding down towards her. Water was sprinkling all over the floor and onto Ginny’s face. Hermione looked up at Ginny and her eyes must have betrayed her.

“You’re kidding me? This is from sex? OH Mione it wasn’t…”

She shook her head fast, the thought bring her back to Malfoy’s deep thrusts as he leaned over and said ‘I didn’t, I didn’t rape that girl.’

“What happened. I mean I’ve heard of hard sex but this, this is crazy. Hermione just because you started off wanting it doesn’t mean if you didn’t want it anymore and he kept going that it isn’t rape.”

“I-I.” How could she tell Ginny she wanted this, and if hadn’t been for all the talk before the act she’d be glowing right now?

“Shhh why don’t you start off by telling me where you were going tonight. Lavender said you told her you had something important to fix.”

Hermione started crying and it just came out. She just couldn’t keep it all to herself when Ginny looked at with eyes that promised not to judge. “I had to see him. Don’t you understand I had to know if he had really gone through with it? If he was okay after he got the mark.”

“Malfoy? You want to see Malfoy?” Hermione shook her head. “Then how did this happen… oh no, you didn’t have sex with him?” Hermione shook her head again.

“Why? Hermione I can’t even. What? I thought you were still a virgin.”

“I was.”

“Was? You didn’t loose it tonight. Not like this.”

“Nonono.”

“Hermione,” Ginny took her hand and rubbed Hermione’s leg, “I think you need to start from the begging because I can’t even fathom why or how this happened. I am hoping my thoughts are worse then the truth.”

“There not,” and Hermione spilled everything she’d be holding onto since the begging of the year. The looks, the ball, their kisses, the bet, how he’d saved her life countless time, and how she’d told she loved him. It just all come out. She shivered, cried, screamed, ranted and tried to explain herself as best she could. And though saying it all lifted a weight off her it made her incredible said.

Some where in her rants Ginny at stripped down to her shirt and underwear and slid into the shower with Hermione. Ginny hugged the shivering, scared girl she’d had become and just let Hermione tell her story. There was nothing sexual about it but Hermione never felt so close to someone. She needed so badly for someone to love her no matter how horrible she was. She’d given that to Malfoy and he had twisted it into something monstrous.

“Please don’t hate me. I wanted to tell you but I thought you’d never forgive me. I thought you run and tell Harry, Ron, or Neville and Seamus and they’d hate me too. And when Malfoy said five days I thought it would all be over and there would be nothing to tell, but how could I have thought that. I really cared about him,” she wailed.

“Shhh I could never hate even if you fucked Voldermort himself. I am hurt and disappointed that you didn’t tell me before but I guess I can understand. You should have trusted me though. I would have been there for you.”

“I know I am so sorry.”

“Oh Mione it’s okay I forgive you. You poor thing you wanted to show him what it was like to be loved.”

“But I thought he had raped someone and I still…oh Gods I can’t even say it. I am horrible.” She was finally feeling again and it was too much. Maybe her body had the right idea about just pushing the feelings so far away she couldn’t find them.

“I can’t say I completely understand but I am not in your position. If I think about it I’d still love Harry even if I thought he did something horrible like that. I would still love the Harry I knew and it would be hard to reconcile one from the other, especially right away.”

“But you know Harry would never do something like that. Malfoy’s always been a git.”

Ginny laughed a sad laugh. “True, but obviously you didn’t really believe that Malfoy could do something that monstrous either, or you wouldn’t have cared about him in the first place. And really he didn’t do those things even if what he did to you was awful. I mean he has changed or was changed. He couldn’t really kill Dumbledore, you told me that.”

“Yes but how could I care about someone who is so weak they give in and get the Mark. HOW? Why did he do this to me Ginny?”

“I don’t know Mione. I can’t even begin to guess at what Malfoy thinks or feels. All I can guess is that he wanted to prove you loved him even if he was a monster. There really is no better proof of love. Don’t get me wrong I can’t forgive how he did it. Most people would just ask or beg for forgiveness.”

“Malfoy would never beg.” But Hermione could understand the need to know you were still loved even if you weren’t as good as people thought you were. Even if she couldn’t stand how Malfoy had done it. She didn’t think she could ever forgive him now.

Finally Malfoy hosted himself up. The last thing he needed was to have Pansy come in from her over night fuck and find him like this. Maybe he hadn’t make the best decisions in this life, he looked down at the mark, but he’d done one thing right tonight. What he hadn’t told Hermione was the personal conversation him and the Dark Lord had before her left. Malfoy remembered how hard it was to even look the evil thing in the eyes.

“So I’ve heard from Amycus you have a thing for a mudblood at school Malfoy. A certain Hermione Granger. One of Potter’s close friends no?” Malfoy hated the way the Dark Lord tried to fain interest in him or that he didn’t know whom Granger was. “I didn’t see any of these in your mind so I can assume Amycus is lying and I can give him the girl when we catch her.”

Malfoy heart pounded in this chest and for a moment he couldn’t speak without giving himself away. “I don’t have the same interest in her that Amycus does. I don’t need to rape mudbloods when I can have purebloods willingly my Lord.”

“You and Snape are similar this way. Interesting. Still I feel it productive to sully oneself in effort to shows those unworthy their rightful place.”

“I see my Lord. I do have an interest her though, purely a personal vendetta you could say. Lord, I know I haven’t proven myself yet,” he kneeled down and kept telling himself ‘this is for Granger, this is from Granger,’ “but when I do I wish to have the mudblood for myself. After she has been of use of to you of course.”

“Hmm I see you want promises before you have proven your worthiness to me. Brave boy considering you last debacle but I love bravery when done right, and when not it is a pleasurable duty to punish it. But what could you want of her if you don’t wish her for carnal pleasures?”

“There are other ways to prove your superiority over others my Lord.”

“Explain to me my loyal servant why she should be yours and I will consider the request.”

“Her and her miserable friends have always stood for everything disgraceful in this world, and I have always tired to destroy it. She had made my stay at school an un-pleasurable one at times. I have know her longer. Been forced to put up with her mudblood sink longer than anyone besides Snape, and he has no desire for her, and I feel it sweet justice to let her see it is I who would finally ruin her. She hates me and it would destroy something in her to know it was I who put her in her place. Plus, once she has given you what you need you’ll simply kill her. Why not give her to me?” Malfoy even hated to say the words as a lie but they were needed.

“I see. Good reasons no doubt but don’t fall into the same trap our dear Snape did. The wiles of women, even mudblood women, can be strong and hard to resist. I will need you soon Malfoy and if you prove yourself to me I will give you this Granger girl untouched. Of course I will have to extract information from her but she won’t know the touch of another man if and only if you do what I ask without fail. If you fail Malfoy I will force you relinquish her to Amycus and watch.” Malfoy tired to stifle a shiver.

The Dark Lord laughed and it chilled bone. “I think you will make a fine Death eater. Now tell me what is the mudblood’s attachment to Potter?” He knew his Lord knew full well, but here was a chance to instill some doubt.

“Well they seemed closed in a sense but never like that blood traitor Wesley. Then she came back without them this term and didn’t know where they were. Hadn’t seen them since weeks before the school year either. At first I didn’t believe her, of course, but, as I am sure professor Snape told you, I checked her mind and found nothing. And I am good at finding what people keep secret in their minds my Lord.” They both smiled but Malfoy’s was fake. “I saw a distancing between them.”

“Yes, Snape did tell me, and shame, their distancing, but maybe Potter is starting to see the errors of his ways by associating with a dirty blooded witches. Though I am sure if needed she would make suitable bait, that stupid insufferable twat with his misguided morals would feel undoubtedly obligated rescue her. Always has to come out the hero, which makes him weak and easy to play. But maybe further decisions should be made on this point of bait.”

“What ever the Lord thinks is the best course of action. I sorry I couldn’t give you more information.”

“You will soon Malfoy. Now go, leave me to myself.” ‘You will soon Malfoy,’ was a haunting sentiment to be left with.

Malfoy staggered to his bedroom all his anger gone. It was beaten unmercifully into Granger. For that he would always be sorry, and how he wished the silly witch hadn’t show up tonight. Hadn’t cared so much. Hadn’t been a reminder of how sullied he was. Looking at her was like staring into heaven and knowing you’d forever be forsaken. Maybe she would finally stay away for good now- make it easier to do the horrible things he would need to do. And there was no doubt that more excrusiating tired nights was to come. No misgivings that he would lie in his bed and feel the more of these soul killing guilt that ate away at him now.

Maybe one day he would be like Snape and he would forget there was any other way to feel. Maybe one day he would forget what Granger’s skin felt like. What her rich laugh sounded like, even better than her moans. Or what the perfect shape of her mouth looked like as she said ‘because I love you Malfoy.’

He slipped on the necklace Granger had given him before he retired to bed. It was hard work getting it on because he eyes hung with tiredness and his arms didn’t want to work. And it hadn’t been even been worth the effort. For some reason the necklace felt heavy and cold. Maybe it was just he was heavy and cold, but it didn’t matter because it was the only piece of her he had left. He fell quickly to sleep rubbing the necklace, but it never did get any warmer.

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