Twisted Desire

Make sure to read TWISTED LUST, before hand. First new chapter in a year!!!
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Potter was too stunned to move, to even let out a shaky breath which he was holding in. He had reached a form of paralysis, mostly due out of shock, and it was his eyes that found themselves dragged to the magnetic silver ones of Draco. The two men gazed at one another, an onlooker would have believed it to be a shared look between lovers, for its intensity radiated around them.

It was Potter who moved first, slightly recoiling out of fear. For in that moment, he knew Malfoy was far more experienced and much more adept at fighting than he was. Not to mention that Malfoy was fully clothed, whereas Potter stood completely naked, his penis alert and hardened under the cold light emanating from the ceiling.

Glancing downwards, Draco took note of this fact, glancing back up at Potter and giving him his trademark smirk.
“Is this exciting you Potter, does your impending death make you aroused?”
He chuckled quietly, leaning over and whispering in Potter’s ear
“that’s a bit twisted isn’t it Potter, but I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Harry briefly glanced down as well, and raised his head quickly, his cheeks turning a violent shade of red as he recaptured Draco’s gaze. It was at this time that Draco turned his eyes to look over at the petite, yet curvaceous and quivering body of his supposedly- deceased wife. He quickly raised his glove hand to hide the expression which covered his face. It was not that he had never seen her scars, the memory of them while she recounted the sordid tale so long ago, but it was that he had never seen them this clearly or so defined. For the first time, he did not find her beautiful, nor did he find her alluring. For her lips caked with dried blood, and her body look horribly misused, almost as if she was a cutting block. Nor did it help that Potter’s sticky release trailed down her leg, or the expression which touched her features. In that moment it was as if he had never truly seen her, and he was just beginning to fully grasp what she had gone through.

This entire moment, however, occurred within the span of two seconds, and his gaze was immediately redrawn to that of Potter. He too carried the same expression as Hermione, and Draco still could not place a name to what it was. But more so than that, he was completely aroused, perhaps by the perversity of the situation. And Draco could now place one idea to why he had been jealous of Potter, why he would not have put it past Hermione to sleep with him, because in that very moment with his eyes ablaze and his untidy mop of hair covering his head, Potter was gorgeous in his own right.
Not to mention that Hermione was a sex crazed animal most of the times.

The irony of the situation made Draco laugh out loud. Here he was, standing in front of a man who had bribed him, done a slew of things to his wife, his wife was cowering against the wall in all manner of depravity, and all Draco could think of was how attractive Potter was and how unattractive Hermione appeared to him. Hell, if Draco even let his thoughts venture a little further, he could only imagine what Potter’s lips would look like stretched tautly over his large cock.

Shaking his head slightly, he grabbed Potter by the throat and dragged him over to the wall next to Hermione. It wasn’t as if he was particularly pleased with either at the moment. He still hadn’t fully gotten over Hermione using Potter as her little sex ploy to make Draco go red with anger. Nor had he fully forgiven her for killing him, or so he had thought, after fucking her down the staircase.

“Hermione, come” he whispered shortly, commanding her as if she were nothing more than subservient animal. And she dutifully made her way to him, head bowed lowly and stood at his side, gripping his arm tightly. With his hold on Potter tightening and Hermione’s nails digging in roughly, he quickly stepped forwards and apparated them away.

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The moment they landed in the small foyer of Draco’s undisclosed location, Hermione tumbled forward and landed at his feet, while Potter was quickly enclosed in what seemed to be a caged box, barely large enough to fit a small child.

It was then that she felt his muscular arms grip at her unblemished ankles, and with a secure hold, dragged her through the house much to her protest. She squirmed and twisted, but little could be done to break his hold, he had always been much stronger and that certainly was one aspect that had attracted her to him. In the past month that she had hidden away from Harry she had barely ventured out of hiding, let alone eaten much.

She had faked her death in order to get back at Harry, but at the moment, before Draco had revealed his side of the story, she had been set on taking both of their lives. In her mind, Draco’s betrayal was nothing short of death inducing, considering they had reached a level in their relationship which outnumbered anything else. And after she had woken up in the hospital and quickly arranged how to uphold the truth that she was dead, the knowing factor that she had killed her second half did not sit well.

And now here she was, naked and having her skin rubbed raw as she was dragged through room after room of this mysterious location, while she could here the faint sound of Harry whimpering in his little cage. Suddenly she was knocked out of her little reminiscent stage and her ankles were dropped onto the hardwood floor beneath her curvaceous figure. The majority of the scars adorning her body had started to fade, but their traces were still visible due to the apprehension and fear that was coming with Draco’s quiet storminess. The kiss he had given her back in Harry’s little black apartment was much more for show then it had been for reassurance, and she had been to shocked at his appearance to gesture how relieved she was to see him once again.

He stood above her, his tall stature shadowing over, blocking out any overhead light which may have reached her eyes. He regarded her face for a moment, while his eyes traveled downwards towards her heaving breasts, flushed and puffy from the excitement which had all but occurred in the past twenty minutes. Then they traveled lower towards the apex of her thighs, where Harry’s seed had now dried on her inner thigh. She noticed him grimace at his gaze rested there, and she vaguely began to panic at the thought that she must look utterly revolting to Draco. Not being able to gaze at him any longer, she shifted her face away and stared at her elbows which rested next to her head. They were red and raw, and she nuzzled her face inside one, as if seeking for the solace a parent or a lover may have given her.

Draco kneeled down next to her and grabbed her chin brusquely, turning her face to face his own. Carefully he planted his laps onto her own and probed at the soft flesh, willing her mouth to open. And that she did, very compliantly, and for a while they stayed there panting heavily, with Hermione squirming underneath Draco, looking like a sex possessed witch. Like always, she put herself into her kisses, and Draco pulled back with his head spinning, his tie askew, and his hair mussed beyond repair. He cooled himself for a moment, allowing oxygen to penetrate back into his lungs, before he grabbed Hermione’s chin and looked intently at her.
“Suck me off” he growled, staring straight into her eyes.

She nodded her head like a good submissive and he sat above her and thrust his cock between her lips. Hermione had never seen Draco be so dominant and cold, and it secretly turned her on, but she did her part and briefly retracted her mouth from his tool so that she could gently take his balls into her mouth, laving the soft skin with her tongue. However, he quickly pulled out and thrust himself fully back in, although he couldn’t gag her, he pounded into her mouth mercilessly. She could do little to ease the comfort of her position, as he was currently straddling her face and furiously bucking his hips towards her. Just as she sensed he was about to cum, he pulled out and dollop after dollop of his thick, ropy cum landed on her face and neck.

He immediately grabbed her by the forearm and threw her into a nearby chair,
“Don’t you dare touch it, lick it, or clean it off. Let it dry on you, just like you let Potter’s stay on your thigh, and don’t you dare defy me.” He snarled at her, quickly rezipping his pants and basically running out of the room, and slamming the door behind him, leaving a very confused and disheveled Hermione on the chair.

Draco would deal with her later, he had to confront Potter first, and it would not be pretty. After all, a Malfoy and close follower of the death eaters needs to live up to his reputation.


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“So Potter, what did you think of Hermione, did she live up to all of your expectations, all the reasons why you had to go after her?”

Potter said nothing, only staring at the floor in front of him sullenly.
“Well Potter, I have all the time in the world, seeing as I am now dead, so take all the time you want sitting there like an immature little school boy, and by no means, don’t answer, it will only give me more time thinking of how I want to dispose of your pathetic body.”

“Pathetic is it Malfoy, it didn’t seem like you found it so pathetic when you practically salivating over me back at my place” he laughed cruelly, his eyes roaming over Draco’s quickly souring expression.

And in two strides, Draco quickly crossed the space which separated him and Potter bound in the chair, and backhanded him with his leather gloved hand. The exact placement and precise manner in which he hit Harry caused few of his teeth to become dislodged, and Harry quickly spit them out at Draco’s feet, snarling as he continued to spit blood from his mouth.

“Hit me all you want Malfoy, we all know this has nothing to do with you caring about Hermione, this is all some sort of ego trip. Because now I’ve slept with your whoring around wife, who right before she died was all over me and ready to have me fuck her into the next century. I guess now I’ll just be added to that list of boys she’s slept with, doesn’t seem like you’re all that exclusive to her anymore, does it Malfoy. And it kills you, because now you won’t be able to look at her, without seeing my hands rubbing all over her, and her face in absolute bliss.”

“You call that bliss you sick fuck. Seeing her moaning, in PAIN, not ecstasy. I doubt you could even give her the satisfaction she would ever claim to desire. Maybe it’s escaped your notice, but rape doesn’t condone absolute bliss. And I trust her, I trust her to know she would never accept your advances willingly, like you claim she would”

“Oh Malfoy, continue to live with your mind off in the middle of nowhere. You as well as I no she is no angel, you think I didn’t know about her antics at school. I’m pretty sure even the teachers knew about how much of a slut she was even then.”

“A slut because you made her one, a slut because you drove her to insanity thinking of rapists and their hands all over her night after night. Don’t try to twist things for the way they are, because you were never there the nights she stayed up screaming and hallucinating about the things you caused her to do!”

Draco’s voice was fever pitch and his latest outcry caused him to punch Potter squarely in the nose, feeling the bone structure break underneath his fist he withdrew and seated himself once again in front of him.
Potter winced, but still refused to give into Draco and lay there staring stolidly at him.

“The things I caused her to do. Oh Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco. Don’t forget about your HUGE involvement in this whole thing. As if anything would have been possible without your precious funding-”

“Don’t even mention my role, clearly seeing as you blackmailed me and everyone around you into doing this twisted thing.”

“So you could have turned me in, you could have easily shown the evidence, but did you? Did you as much move a step towards the ministry or the aurors, or did anything of that sort? No. No you didn’t, you let me have access to your library and you went away and didn’t tell a soul.”

“Only because your Harry fucking Potter. Like you so mentioned to me over and over, what was I, the son of a death eater, while you’re the wizarding world’s savior. As if I even stood a chance to go against you. They would have probably ended locking me up instead and using you to convict me under mental delusions.”

“Well Draco, it’s all to late either way. I got what I wanted in the end, and you profited, no matter how you look at it. As if Hermione would have gone anywhere near you if I hadn’t put her in the mind state she was in, as if she would have gotten out of her goodie goodie nature and fallen for the self revered ‘bad-boy.’”

“You’re wrong Potter. I changed, she changed, and she’s always been accepting of others. Yes, maybe you did change her, maybe you led her to a path where we would have met. But we both became heads out of our own means, that alone would have allowed us to cross paths. You know nothing of us, you know nothing of what has driven us together or what we have gone through”

“Oh I’m weeping already, cut your melodramatic planned out story, it’s boring me to tears. You want to hear some things Hermione never told you, I’m sure you do.”

“There is nothing you could say to me which would change my perception of her, which would damage us.”

“Draco, you’re so worried about me touching her, about me having gotten into her life. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen her naked, or had her touch me. I’ve definitely had her lips over my cock, long before she had hers over yours. Because maybe she failed to mention it to you, but we used to be lovers ourselves.”

“I don’t believe you, you’re just speaking lies to toy with me”

“Believe it Draco, I may not have taken her virginity myself, but it was I who orchestrated it in the most brutal manner. All throughout the summer which preceded that one night, we fooled around. How do you think she became such a great cock sucker, I know you’ve noticed her skills, all your pleasure is derived from me. Can’t you see that Draco.”

“Why would you do that, why would you that to someone who was-”

“My lover. Yes, my lover, my best friend, my sister for many years before carnal attraction took over. Like I told her before, I wanted to prove I could be evil, I wanted to prove I could do something bad, I wasn’t just the wholesome Harry Potter. And who better than to prove it too, someone who held that importance in my life.”

“It was all useless Potter, no one knows about, you didn’t prove anything. And frankly, at this point, your making the dark lord sound like a harmless and sane person. You’re fucked up and twisted, and-”

“And yes I am fucked up and twisted. And I can only imagine how she must have felt when she found out that it was I who orchestrated it all. How betrayed she must have felt when she gave so much of herself to me. I have made her who she is now, you are in love with a character I have created. And to me that is the same with being in love with me.”

“Potter, you can tell yourself that for as long as you shortly live, but it will do nothing to me, because it’s all a fabrication. And something you never learned, not by your dead parents, mentors, or godfathers, you’ll never understand the meaning of true love, or forgiveness, or anything which makes you close to a human being. And I would absolutely love to trail your mangled body through hot spikes into the darkest portions of hell. But I think there is someone who would love to do that even more than me, and I wouldn’t be a good person if I deprived her of that pleasure. Maybe she’ll even let me join in, but that’s all up to her, because you have definitely underestimated what she is capable of doing to you.”

Potter found himself once again inside the box, his hands bound roughly with barbed wire, and blood from his broken nose dried to his face. Draco double checked the security on Potter’s prison and made his way back to the room where he had left his most damaged belonging.


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She had crouched in the chair awaiting his arrival, and the whole time she had caught brief bits of the conversation Draco and Harry had had, well if you could call that conversing, half the time it seemed like a screaming battle in which Draco was barely refraining himself from gouging Potter’s eyes out.

So Draco now knew about her and Harry. She had hoped that Harry would not tell him, she hoped Draco would never know, because it shamed her much to even deal with it. He had degraded her and taken away the innocence she had kept for so long, in hopes that he was her one true love. And she had been in love, she had fallen head over heels for him, and she had believed he felt the same. Harry told her things he hadn’t told anyone, she had let him cry in her arms, and that was when he had kissed her the first time.

One of the things which had bothered her most about her week with the rapist’s in the basement, was what Harry would think if he knew. Would he ever be able to look at her the same, she hadn’t wanted to hurt him, so she had broken it off and vouched to never let him know. She wanted to protect him, and she thought distancing herself would be the best thing to do, and it had killed her, and she wished that Harry had been the one to take away her virginity, not that man. How ironic, it had been him to have done it all along, she had gotten her wish.

Draco entered the room quietly, closing the door behind him, his gaze never leaving the floor. He supposed she had been loyal to him, and kept true to her word of not having washed her face. And he felt ashamed, almost as if he had debased her in some way by doing this.

He felt two soft and cold hands encase his own, and he looked up at her dirty face,
“Draco, I’m sorry” she repeated over and over, huge tears spooling from her eyes.

He grabbed her by the waist and led her over to the large bathroom, he could feel her cringe in fear as she had irresolutely decided that he would strike at her or drop her on the harsh tiles. But neither of these things was what Draco had intended. Lovingly he lowered her into the tub and turned the hot water on, allowing it to fill as she sat with her face buried in her knees. He peeled off the oppressive clothing which covered and slowly lowered himself inside the tub with her, taking special precaution to not touch her as he entered.

She expected for him to want to fuck her, so she raised her face and closed her eyes, preparing for the kiss he had yet to bestow. She slightly jumped however, when she felt the soaped up hand of his beginning to rub her face. She opened her eyes and stared at him through half closed lids, as he slowly removed the blood and cum which had long since dried. Kissing every part the moment it became clean. He then proceeded to soap up the rest of her body, not spending an exaggerated amount of time on any single part, continuing with his kissing and her watching him carefully. He moved to clean her hair, and she captured his face between her hands. They observed each other for what seemed like forever, and she leaned in lightly began to kiss his lips and drew him towards her. When he slipped inside her, neither could feel a change, as if they had been connected this whole time.

Their love was soft and unhurried, a rare occasion for the both of them, as they were used to practically fucking each other raw on most occasions. Everything he had wanted to do to get back at her disappeared for those brief moments they were together, and she forgot the fear she was expecting. After they both came, they lay there together in the cooling bath water, looking at each other and stroking the sides of their faces. He repetitively twirled one strand of her hair, and she pulled him closer to her. As she drifted asleep, he whispered in her ear,

“I love you”



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SO, i know it's been over a year since I last posted a chapter. And I was all but ready to give up on this story
because I didn't know how to progress. But I started rereading Twisted Lust, and I find it evil not to give proper closer. Thank you so much for all your reviews, they are what led me to continue writing this story.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I hope it wasn't too dark, or too fluffy, I tried to counteract the two extremes by combining them, so it wouldn't be an overdose of either.

Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks for all your support in the continuation of this story

-Lux