Save Me From My Pain

Chapter Three: More Pain and Confusion

She opened her eyes and saw that she was in the same room as the night before. She looked over at the bed and saw Malfoy sitting on it, looking at her with his trademark smirk.

“What are you so happy about?” She asked him coldly.

“Granger, Granger, Granger, is that any way to talk to me?” He asked in mock disappointment while walking over to her. She willed him not to come any closer and she closed her eyes and swallowed.

“You’ve been a good girl, so I decided to reward you.” She could feel his body close to hers.

“The only reward I want is to be left - ”

He cut her off by kissing her roughly on the lips. She gasped as his hands found their way around her waist. She didn’t kiss him back, she just stood there waiting for him to stop.

He pulled her hair and her head fell back, he now had access to her neck. He left a trail of kisses along her jaw line and down her neck to her collarbone. He playfully kissed the hollow of her neck and she gasped at how her body was reacting to his touch.

He felt her involuntarily lean into him and he pulled away. She opened her eyes and he saw longing for a split second that quickly turned into hatred.

“Soon you’ll be begging me for more.” He informed her.

“You are sick.” She said, disgusted with him and her body for responding to him.

“No, I’m just having a little fun,” he laughed a cold, heartless laugh.

“Why did you bring me here now?”

“I told you already. You’ve been a good girl, I decided to reward you.”

“What do you mean I’ve been a good girl?”

“I thought you were the cleverest witch of our year Granger? Must I spell it out for you? You didn’t tell Potter, Lupin, or Dumbledore what was really going on with you.”

“If I were have as clever as you say I am, I would have told them.”

“No, I think you just don’t want anyone to know. I think you quite enjoyed our time together last night.”

“I felt a lot of things about last nightt let let me tell you, joy wasn’t one of them!” She said angrily.

He chuckled, then they were quiet for a minute. She refused to look at him, but he was studying her face and body, undressing her with his eyes.

“Take the job.” He said after a few minutes.

“Excuse me?”

“The job Dumbledore offered you, take it.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“But you do, I can see it in your eyes.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Wait! How do you know Dumbledore offered me a job and that I didn’t tell anyone what was going on?”

Malfoy looked like he was enjoying this. “I have my ways.”

“It has something to do with the necklace doesn’t it?” Draco didn’t say anything and he had an unreadable look on his face.

Hermione thought about it for a few minutes, then it clicked. “How did you do it? That charm is one of the hardest I’ve ever read about!”

He chuckled, she would never change and now her desire for knowledge was getting her into trouble. “Of course you’ve read about it, you’re Hermione Granger, Hogwarts official know-it-all, the girl who has reast ast about every book ever written,” he said while approaching her slowly.

He bent his face down and kissed her – hard – on her lips before she could say anything back. Other than her body tensing, she didn’t respond to his kiss. She just stood there, not kissing him back, but not fighting him either. Inside, her mind was racing. She was fighting the urges to lean into him and kiss him back, cursing her body for its desire to respond. His hands were wrapped around her waist and he slowly pulled his face away from hers and looked into her chocolate brown eyes.

“Which one?” She asked him.

“What?” He said, confused by her question.

“Which job should I take? He offered me two. History of Magic Professor and Librarian.”

He seemed to think about it for a minute before saying, “Take the position of Professor.”

“That’s what I waannianning on,” she whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.

He kissed her again, slower this time, but still withce. ce. Again, she didn’t respond, though her body was aching to. He pulled his mouth away and rested his forehead on hers.

“Call me Draco while we’re together.” She stared at him, his eyes were closed and she wondered why he wanted her to call him Draco. “Say it!”

“Dra… Draco,” she stumbled on her words, surprised at his request.

He shivered at the sound os nas name coming of her lips. Maybe payback is going to be more fun than I thought.

He pulled her over to the bed. At first she resisted, but his grip and pull where too strong for her to properly fight.

He waved his wand. She was naked and suddenly felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life. She let out a little whimper and he smirked.

With another wave of his wand, Hermione felt her hands go to the sides of her head. She tried to move them, but all it did was cause a flash of pain soar through her wrists and arms. She pressed her thighs (if possible) even closer together, determined not to let him violate her in the way she knew he was going to.

“Tisk, tisk, tisk. We can’t have any of this.” He pointed his wand at her and muttered, “Imperio.”

She felt suddenly as if in a happy daze. There was a small part of her that remembered the feeling, even after almost six years, but she ignored that part and embraced the happy feeling.

Spread your legs. She heard a little voice in her head say. Sas mas much too happy to think about it and complied. She suddenly felt herself being abruptly pulled out of her daze as Draco took the spell off of her. She quickly tried to close her legs, cursing herself for not trying to fight off the curse, but her legs were stuck in the open position.

He kissed her on the lips with so much force that she thought they would bruise. He put more bruising kisses down her jaw, neck, and chest, stopping at each of her breasts, giving each equal attention. She once again felt her body’s natural response to his touch. His hands were traveling down her sides and she drew in a deep breath as they lightly touched her hips. His lips moved away from her hard nipples, kissing and nipping a path down to her belly button.

“Say my name.”

She remained silent, not trusting herself to speak.

“Say it!”

She shook her head. Her arms were getting numb from resting so high and her legs were starting to hurt from being spread out the the they were. He looked up at her and saw fear in her eyes. Good. He slowly, very slowly, moved his face to her inner thighs. Starting at her knee, he made a path up her leg, kissing and nipping at her as he went. She gasped, but nothing more. He felt his erection growing, knowing he needed release.

As he did the same to her other leg, his fingers found their way to her hot, already wet clit. His thumb rubbed at her folds, spreading the slick juices around. She felt as though an electric shock coursed through her body when his thumb touched her most private region. Her body squirmed, whether out of discomfort or pleasure, he didn’t know, and he didn’t care.

His lips reached the top of her leg and he moved his hand away from her pleasure. He replaced it with his lips, kissing the folds, spreading them with his hot tongue. He pushed his tongue into her and she gasped loudly. He licked, sucked, and kissed her, getting even more aroused by her gasping and deep breaths.

Hermione, all the while, was trying her hardest to contain herself. She had never felt something like this before and she hated the fact that her body was enjoying it while her mind and will were trying to keep hold of the reality of the situation. He was doing this to her against her will, and even in the Wizarding world, that was wrong. She forced herself to think of other things, like her family and friends. Harry and Ron came into her mind, but she quickly turned her thoughts away from them remembering that she had the chance to tell Harry what was going on and he might have been able to help her get out of it.

Merlin! What is wrong with me! I need to get help out of this damned situation!

She suddenly felt as though her body was spasming and felt a flow of juices flow from her. Draco licked her juices and she looked at him, suddenly feeling disgusted and as though she would puke. She turned her face away from him and he crawled up her body and gave her another lip crushing kiss.

He waved his wand and she was dressed again. Another wave and her legs and arms were free to move.

“I’ll see you again soon.” He said as he waved his wand a final time and walked out of the room.

She felt the all-too-familiar tug at her navel and closed her eyes. When the spinning stopped, she opened her eyes to find herself in her room on her own bed.