Sympathy For Devils

Title: Sympathy For Devils- chapter 3
Author: DracosBloodyKisses
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chapter 3 update
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**Chapter Three**
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“Actually, the proper word is “Harem.” the older woman said brightly, as if it were merely casual conversation. \"If this were a brothel, other men would come in and pay for your...services. Whereas since you\'re in a harem, you strictly for the masters enjoyment.\"

Hermione’s stomach whirled and churned. She grabbed the wall for support and desperately fought back the urge to vomit. She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to wake up from this nightmare and find herself tucked safely in her bed at home.

\"It\'s alright, Ma\'am.\" a girl said to the bewildered older lady standing in the doorway. \"I\'ll take care of the poor dear. I\'m sure it is quite a shock at first.\"

She slipped an arm firmly around Hermione and guided her to one of the cushioned seats surrounding the extravagant fountain that the girls were playing in. Hermione looked up and studied the features of the girl beside her.

She had round apple cheeks and small bright eyes that looked as though candles were lit behind them. She had a small scattering of freckles across a nose that reminded her of a ski slope. Her raven colored hair fell well past her shoulders, though not as long as Hermione’s. It was sleek and shiny and she was sure if she angled her head the right way, she would be able to see her reflection.

Something clicked in her mind and she knew this wasn’t the first time she had peered into this face.
She recognized her from muggle Elementary School. From the look that spread across her friendly face, the girl recognized her too.

“I’m Jeanie.” she smiled. “In case you don’t remember.”

“Hermione.” she managed to choke out, feeling very nauseous and trying her best to compose herself.

Jeanie must have registered the green look on Hermione’s face and jumped to bring her a glass of water. She stared at it helplessly, incredibly thirsty, but intent on the fact that the only reason she hadn’t puked on the exquisite plush carpet beneath her was the fact the slavekeeper had not fed her in the past day and a half.

She reluctantly brought the cup to her lips and took a small sip, willing herself not to gulp the whole thing down then eat the glass for good measure.

“There, there,” cooed Jeanie, affectionately stroking Hermione’s head. “Drink that. It will make you feel better.”

The water was filling Hermione’s mouth and she was beginning to feel the churning die away. She wanted to run, yet stay where she was. To hide, yet be found. She wanted to die, but desperately wanted to live. The conflicting emotions bored down on her shoulders like iron weights. She stared into her glass until spots appeared before her eyes.

“Besides,” Jeanie added complacently. “You’ll need your strength later.”

Hermione promptly vomited the small intake of water back into her glass.

“Now, now,” Jeanie chuckled. “The master is not that bad.”

“You don’t know him the way I do.” she replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Hermione could of sworn she seen a flicker behind Jeanie’s eyes and the slight raise of an eyebrow.

“I beg to differ.” she replied, still in her friendly, sugary voice. “You see, I am the master’s favorite.”

Hermione stared at her for a moment and was unable to shake the feeling that she was being evaluated. Sized up as though she was competition to deduce what kind of threat she would pose.

“Well, I don’t want to be the master’s anything.” she said coldly.

“He’ll call for you a lot at first because you’re new, but once your novelty wears off, he’ll come back to me. He always comes back.\"

Her eyes kind of glazed over and she stared off into the distance. Hermione gazed at her, very uncomfortable. Jeanie seemed to shake out of it and looked back at Hermione.

\"Then you\'ll be able to do whatever you want!\" she added brightly to the end.

Hermione turned her head and stared into the magnificent room. There were several of the girls wandering around in a large courtyard scattered with large, sweet smelling flowers and elaborately pruned shrubbery.

“Those girls,” she said, gesturing out the door. “They’re outside. Why aren’t they just running away? There are no fences. Nothings stopping them.”

“Well, a lot of them don’t want to run away.” she replied. “They have it a million times better here than they had it in their previous lives. Here, they have a warm bed, 3 meals a day, not to mention they are taken excellent care of.”

“Besides,” she added after a moment. “There are enchantments all the way around the border. Works kind of like razor wire. Only one girl has ever attempted to get through them. Got herself cut into about 5 different pieces.”

Jeanie covered herself and stifled a giggle.

“There was blood everywhere.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow in shock and Jeanie let out another maniacal giggle.

“And even without the enchantments, you’ll surely be caught. And that’s what the whipping post is for!” She cried in glee.

Hermione shook her head, thoroughly afraid now. The Jeanie she knew was 7 and enjoyed making mud pies and eating paste. This Jeanie was mentally unstable at best. And to make things worse, there was a whipping post.

“No one\'s ever made it there though.” she frowned deeply. “That stupid cow that got herself cut to bits made sure of that.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but the two men from earlier stepped into the room.

“Oh, look,” Jeanie began in a voice with just a hint of anger. “They’ve come for you.”

She began to panic.

“Maybe I can hide somewhere...” Hermione mumbled, looking wildly around the room.

“I promise,” Jeanie said soothingly. “It will be okay. The Master is a gentle lover-”

Hermione promptly puked into a nearby flower pot. Just the mention of Malfoy and lover in the same sentence seemed to automatically trigger her gag reflex. Jeanie chuckled again.

“Just...I don’t know, perk up.” she said, bluntly displaying her amusement with the whole situation. “He’ll let you know what he wants, don\'t kiss him on the mouth. He doesn\'t allow that...”

Jeanie quick feed of instructions was interrupted as Hermione was roughly seized by the arms and pulled toward the door. The tips of her toes drug against the carpet as she was carried down the hallway. She tried to memorize the path, but there were so many twists and turns her mind soon lost track. Soon she found herself outside the shiny door staring at the snake etched deeply in the wood. Her breaths were coming in short bursts.

The door opened slowly and Hermione was tossed unceremoniously inside. She stood up and frowned, rubbing her bum and glaring back down at the spot where it had landed. She looked up and stared around the room. Malfoy was seated behind his work desk hunched over several stacks of parchment with his quill scribbling furiously. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if he realized she was in the room. She was racking her mind trying to find something more appropriate to say than “Hey...um...I’m here.” when Draco spoke.

“Go to the bed and wait for me.” he stated, not looking up from his parchment.

She scowled at the command, but really having no other option besides continuing standing in the doorway looking like a moron, she complied.

She crawled onto the bed slowly, feeling the soft mattress below her giving way to the curves of her body.
She sighed contently when she made her way onto her back. She had been sleeping on the hard cement floor of a cold room and the bed below her felt marvelous. It was like lounging on a cloud and the bed linens were made of smooth silk that glided against her skin making her whimper softly.

She stretched luxuriously in the firelight, the combined feeling of the brief massage from earlier still humming inside her and her muscles finally resting made her forget that there was actually another presence in the room.

She opened her eyes and noticed Malfoy looking at her curiously, yet approvingly from the side of the bed.
She jumped, startled that he was so close. She had been so wrapped up in the good feelings that were going on inside her that she hadn’t even noticed him move.

“Sorry,” she began, looking at him hesitantly. “I...I was just sore from sleeping on the floor for so long...and...”

Her voice trailed off as she noticed from his expression, he wasn’t listening to her. His eyes were trailing up and down her body. He moved from his position on the edge of the bed and crawled up beside her.
Hermione desperately fought the urge to shrink away from him as she felt his body press against her side.

He gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, then let his finger trail down her neck. She tried to bottle the sigh that was in her throat, but to no avail. Being touched so tenderly felt nice, as much as she hated to admit it.

She opened her eyes and immediately noticed Malfoy’s shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a sizeable part of his chest. It was hard and muscular and looked as though it was chiseled from stone.
He took hold of her wrist and moved her hand down it, letting her fingers graze the exposed flesh. It was soft and smooth and wonderfully warm.

His eyes were closed, obviously enjoying her touching him, and this stirred new feelings within her. She had never considered herself desirable or pretty, nor had she ever thought a man would want to touch her in the least. But here she was. Lying on the bed of an admittedly handsome man being caressed while feeling his hard body.

He released her hand where the buttons where still connected. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down on it. Assuming he wished for her to unbutton the rest of it, she lifted her trembling fingers and began to unfasten it. It was difficult, her hands shaking and fumbling, but surprisingly Malfoy was very patient. When the last button was released from it\'s loop, he raised up and shrugged the material off.

Hermione studied his upper boy intently. His arms were muscular and looked perfect for losing yourself in.
She was brought back to earth when she felt a rough fingertip trail down between the exposed part of her cleavage.

The fingers made their way down her tummy and down the bare skin of her thigh before grasping the hem of her nightgown and pushing it up. When it reached mid-torso, he stopped momentarily to touch the bare skin of her stomach. The nightgown continued its path upward. When her breasts were revealed, she grasped the sheets to keep herself from covering them. The nightgown was pulled over her head and tossed to the side.

Malfoy moved from his position beside her to one on top of her. He gently nuzzled the curve of her neck before placing a soft kiss on it. The kisses deepened. His mouth opened to suck on the delicate skin, Hermione gave a surprised gasp. He kissed down across her collar bone, resisting the urge to smirk at her attempts to stifle her sounds of pleasure.

She felt his hand find her full, round breast and she whimpered when his fingers found her nipple.
He rubbed and twisted it, sending tingles of pleasure rippling through he body. His long hair brushing against her breasts was the only warning before his mouth engulfed it. Sucking and flicking and making her body writhe beneath him.

She whimpered softly, rubbing her thighs together to try and alleviate the aching between them. His mouth moved back to her neck. She felt his hand brushing against the top of her tightly clenched thighs and his fingers squirming to separate them.

\"Now, now,\" he whispered in her ear. \"None of that...\"

She felt him work his knee between them and push them apart.

Hermione was trying to bite back her tears. No one had ever seen her so intimately and she wasn\'t quite sure how to handle it. Especially the fact that the first person viewing her particulars happened to be a person she despised. She pinched her eyes closed tightly as she felt fingers rub gently against her folds which she was sure was wet.

She opened them to see Malfoy peering curiously into her face.

\"What\'s wrong?\" he asked her in an almost loving tone.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but couldn\'t. What’s wrong? Did he really just ask her that? The more appropriate question would have been “What’s right?” At that point in time, everything was wrong and her eyes stung with tears that threatened to spill over.

It wasn’t just the fact that her enemy was touching her. It was her reaction to the touches. It made her sick in a whole new way. She had always been so strong, so willful, but it seemed that the person who disgusted her more than anyone on the planet was causing her to unravel with a few well placed kisses and caresses.

\"You know, you shouldn\'t be ashamed that you enjoy this.\" he said, reaching up with his unoccupied hand to stroke her cheek. \"It\'s okay. It feels good. There’s nothing bad about that.\"

His fingers drug over her swollen clit and she gasped. He began to massage it in a circular motion, causing her body to arch and her hips to rotate slowly. He switched to massaging her with his thumb and slowly worked his finger inside her.

He raised his eyebrows at her.

\"Wow,\" he smirked. \"A 23 year old virgin. That\'s something you don\'t find everyday.\"

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her and he must have sensed it.

\"It\'s nothing to be embarrassed about.\" he said, running his fingers through her long hair.

He probed her pussy with one finger, feeling her tighten and clench her muscles around the intrusion.
She groaned loudly when he added a second one. Her hips began to move faster against it. She leaned her head back into the pillow and closed her eyes, no longer able to fight and allowed herself to enjoy the good feelings that were radiating between her legs.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt lips on her inner thigh.

She didn\'t have time to protest before she felt a wet tongue in the place of his thumb. Her cheeks were burning bright red, thoroughly disgusted with the way her body was reacting. Maybe there was still time...maybe she could get out of this with at least a shred of her dignity in tact. She had to put up some sort of protest. It was just too easy to allow him to have her. She couldn’t give up without a fight. She pulled her hips away from him, trying to hide her frown for the loss of contact. She felt a strong hand grasp her thigh.

\"You know, I\'ve never had to bind a girl to the bed and I really don\'t want you to be the first. I don\'t want to, but I\'ll do it.\"

She looked down into his eyes and seen that he was dead serious. His tongue found her clit again, flicking and circling it in a way that was making her whimper against her will.

\"No!\" she cried breathlessly, pushing his head away.

With a quick flick of his wand, her hands were magically bound over her head. She fought furiously against the magical restraints, but there was no use. She felt Malfoy\'s mouth between her legs once again, but this time the contact that had been gentle and almost loving at times, was now rough and commanding, obviously displaying his irritation with her.

She felt his tongue thrust inside of her, tasting her before replacing it with his fingers and returning to her clit. She couldn\'t help herself. She began to grind her hips against his face. The movements came hard and fast, his fingers pumping into her at a merciless pace and teeth grazing over her most sensitive spot.

She bit down hard on her lip, feeling a tension building in her abdomen that she had only felt by her own fingers. Her body began to spasm and her orgasm took over her body. Her hips rocked and her toes curled under. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever felt.

It was only when bright spots flashed in front of her eyes that she realized she wasn’t breathing. She waited for the buzz in her head to subside, then took deep breaths trying to regain a regular pattern. Malfoy took a place beside her, smirking smugly at the satisfied look on her face.

\"See?\" he said, smiling and giving her a soft kiss on the neck. \"I\'m not so bad, am I?\"

She bit her lip to keep from smiling as well. Malfoy flicked his wand and released her arms. She had barely had time to rub her aching wrists before his mouth was suctioned to her flesh once again.

He took hold of her hand and guided it down to his belt. The good feelings were instantly replaced by a feeling of dread that manifested itself in the pit of her stomach. She swallowed hard and reluctantly pulled the belt out of the loop.

Her fingers grazed the top button of his pants and slowly worked it free, then dragging the zipper down. She felt a very prominent erection brush against her hand and she quickly recoiled it. He caught hold of her wrist again and guided it back to his now-exposed boxers. He slipped it inside and placed it on the hot flesh. She felt little butterflies deep inside her tummy. Not wanting to admit she had no idea what she was doing, she cast her eyes downward.

Her hand began to move and she felt his cock twitch against her palm. Her eyes widened and she began to pull her hand out again, but was caught and it was replaced. This time, he wrapped his hand around hers and began to move her hand up and down his shaft. She cottoned on quickly, working out a rhythm and listening to his deep sighs and growls of pleasure. Obviously content that she’d gotten the hang of It, he released her hand and began the removal of the rest of his clothing.

Once his clothing had been completely discarded onto the floor, he pushed her thighs apart and settled himself between them. Hermione felt the head of his cock press against her core and she began to sob. She pinched her eyes closed in an effort to convince herself this wasn’t really about to happen. She opened them when she felt a hand gently stroking her cheek.

“What’s the matter now?” he asked, surprisingly with no irritation.

“I’m…I’m not ready.” she choked out.

“I think you are.” he said, continuing his gentle caressing of her face. He moved the head of his member up to massage her clit. “I could slide deep inside you right now and you would love it, just like you loved everything else we’ve done tonight.”

Hermione took a deep breath and held it, shaking her head in protest. Draco sighed and studied the sobbing, shaking girl for a few moments.

“Alright.” he said softly.

Draco moved from his position to take one beside her. Hermione sat up and looked at him curiously.

“Really? Just, alright? You’re just going to stop?” she said, bewildered.

“Yes, just alright.” he said.

She opened her mouth to speak.

Maybe Malfoy isn’t such a bad guy, she thought happily. Her mind was changed when he stuffed his cock in her open mouth. Hermione gagged and pulled back.\\

“Hey! I thought…” she began.

“You thought what? That I was going to pay a large sum of money to have you sit around and look pretty?” he arched a pale eyebrow. “I may not take you tonight, but I’m definitely going to get some use out of you.”

She opened her mouth to argue again and he took advantage of the open orifice. She made a noise of protest in the back of her throat and struggled, but Draco took hold of her hair and held her head firmly in place.

“Relax, relax…” he cooed softly to her as he stroked her head with his free hand.

She looked up at him with silent tears falling down her cheeks. Slowly, he began to move in her mouth. She kept her tounge pushed way down in the bottom of her mouth to try and avoid his taste, but to no avail. As he slowly thrust into her face, she could taste his precum and the strange taste of herself on the tip.

She experimentally brought her tongue up and licked him. Draco made a soft groan and tightened his grip on her hair. She licked him again, watching his expression with each flick and suck. His breath was coming in short pants as he quickened his pace in her mouth.

She alternated licking his length and swirling around the tip, watching his reaction and enjoying it with more than just a bit of morbid curiosity. She studied is face, watching the nerve twitch in his cheek as held her hair in a painful vice grip.

She was so busy observing, she didn’t really notice when he started to spasm in her mouth. She gasped and gagged on the seed flooding her mouth, struggling to swallow, but he didn’t release her head, thrusting until he was completely spent.

He pulled out of Hermione’s mouth and laid back on the bed, regaining his breath. Pulling her to lay beside him, he noticed that once again, she was crying.

“You did well.” he whispered, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.

She avoided his eyes, feeling thoroughly sick with herself. She hadn’t done well. She had done horribly and the fact that he was so patient with her hurt worse. She needed him to beat her, to hurt her, to rape her. Then she could hate him. But he continued his gentle caresses and warm cuddles until, after a few moments, she felt the slow up and down rhythm of his breathing, signaling he’d fallen asleep. She sighed heavily.

Maybe tomorrow will be better, she thought doubtfully as she drifted off as well.

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**To Be Continued**
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