Abused Massacre

Resuming his original position on the bench, Draco stared out the large glass window, brooding. What the fuck had just happened? How could he have let that happen? She’s a filthy mudblood. And he kissed her! Admit it though, you liked it, he thought to himself. At least she was a better kisser than that whore Pansy Parkinson. That girl is easier than stealing candy from a baby. She’d been with every Slytherin he could think of, well, everyone but him. Honestly, he thought to himself, I’m glad I never plugged her. Ugly little slut is so damn persistent she repulses me even more than Granger. Screwing up his face with the thought of her, he tried to think of something more pleasant. No such thing happened. Hermione stuck in his mind.
Hermione Granger… how did that happen? She turned out so damn gorgeous, that’s how. This year ought to be interesting. With his father at the Dark Lord’s side, it would be hard to be with her. It didn’t matter to him anymore though, he didn’t have to answer to his father. Jackass. He could fuck her as much as he wanted, and his father would never have to know. Excellent, he thought, smiling to himself.
It didn’t look like Granger was going to be coming back any time soon. Standing up, he got out a large black fabric case from under his seat. Pulling a small box out, he tapped it with his wand and watched the rows of green lights flicker on. Grabbing the bass from its protective case, he plugged its wires into the amp. With a pick, he plucked on the fourth string. He had easily learned to play over the boring holiday after his father had nearly disowned him for not wanting to become a death eater. It had kept his mind off of it and made him feel calmer.
“You’re a disgrace to the Malfoy family.” He had said.
Adjusting the tune of the strings he put down the bass to pull out his guitar. Going through the same procedure he finally got out a piece of ledger parchment and a quill. With his wand, he enchanted the parchment and quill to float in front of him. Resting the guitar on his knee he looked down at his hands, he began to play, occasionally switching between the guitar and bass. The parchment and quill magically taking down his tabs the whole time.

Hermione walked up and down the narrow passage way checking in on the other students while introducing herself to the first years. Thankfully, this took quite a bit of her time. She had stopped to sit with Harry and Ron for a bit, telling them to alls disgust, who the new Head boy was. They grimaced at her showing great sympathy.
“You want me to flatten his face for you?” Ron said rubbing his knuckles. Harry perked up at the offer.
“No, Ron. He’ll pulverize you. The whole house will suffer if you two do anything. I’ll just have to deal with him. Hopefully Malfoy and I can be mature adults about it.” She said.
“Mature and Malfoy don’t belong in the same sentence Hermione.” Said Ginny.
“All I have to say is that he better not lay a finger on you.” Said Harry. Hermione gave a weak smile and shifted nervously in her seat.
“I highly doubt that he will.” She lied. “I better get going though. I need to go around telling the prefects their instructions for when we get to the castle.” And she got up and walked out of the cabin.
Slowly she made her way to the front of the train, giving all the prefects their instructions. Malfoy should be helping me, she thought. Starting to get grumpy, she headed back to the Head’s compartment. “Is someone playing a guitar?” She whispered to herself. No way. It couldn’t be. She followed the sound. It was coming from the Head’s cabin. “You’ve got to be kidding me” she said out loud. The music stopped. Oops, she thought.

Was someone there? Draco could have sworn that he heard something. Listening carefully, he heard nothing. Picking up the bass he played the background to the guitar part he had just composed. There it was again. The noise. He put down the bass and stood to go to the door. Slowly, he walked and stood right in front of the door. He put his hand on the lever and slid the door open quickly.
“What are you doing there? Are you spying on me?” he said. His temper beginning to rise.
“I wasn’t spying. I was just listening.” Oh this was rich. Malfoy played the guitar and the bass. As if he wasn’t hot enough. He had to be a musician too. Damn. “Will you kindly move out of my way now? I’d like to sit down. I’ve been going around giving the prefects their instructions…by myself! Some Head boy you are.” She retorted. “Pompous ass.” She grumble under her breath as he let her in.
“What was that?” he questioned. Turning to look at her as the door slid shut with a soft click.
“Nothing.”
“Oh I do believe that you said something.” He said gliding toward her, with a dementor like essence. She took a step back, hitting the wall. Not this again, she thought. “What did you say?” his handsome face was right in front of hers. He had to lean down a bit to look her straight in the eye.
“I said” she paused for effect, “that you are a pompous ass.” Flicking her long curly hair over her shoulder. “Oh I’m sorry. Are you to thick to know what that means? Pompous is a pretty big word. Let me rephrase that for you. You’re and arrogant ass. Better?” she said shooting a smirk right back at him.
“I know what pompous means you little know it all.” Color was rising on his neck. The red contrasted greatly with his platinum colored hair. “Fuck. You.” He said, not dropping his gaze from hers.
“You will never have that pleasure, Malfoy.” He began to laugh. She didn’t understand. It wasn’t meant to be funny.
“You are mistaken, Granger.” Laughing again. “You are definitely wrong about that one. Whether you like it or not.” He leaned forward to kiss her, but before he could, she slapped him across the face sending his lips the other direction. Before he knew what happened she slapped him with her other hand and pushed him away. Red hand marks appeared on both cheeks. Hermione laughed.
“Malfoy,” she said through gasps of air. “You know what that was? You, my friend, have just been bitch slapped.” He was furious. Pulling out his wand he sent her flying across the other side of the room. She slammed against wall falling to the soft bench. She lay limp for a second, the wind knocked from her lungs. Where was her wand when she needed it? She had left it in her bag, not having changed into her robes yet. Gaining her breath back she got up from her sitting position quickly heading straight for him.
“I’m not afraid of you Malfoy. Unlike everyone else, you can’t boss me around. I am not a pawn in your game.” she hissed giving him a reproving glare. “I am your equal. I will not falter under your heartless stare.” She shoved him into the wall. If she didn’t have her wand, she’d use all the force that she had. Tip toeing to get in his face but still not reaching, she grabbed his wand from his hand and flung it across the room. What and idiot, she thought.
“You will never be my equal you filthy mudblood.” He spat. She tried to hit him again but he caught her wrist. “You think I’m that thick that I wouldn’t know you’d try that again? You take me as a fool.”
“You are a fool Draco Malfoy.” His grip tightened on her wrist and he watched her wince. He let go, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her flat on the bench. Her hair was everywhere, he had never seen her look so beautiful. Walking swiftly over to her, he pinned her down with his body. He propped himself up on his elbows, so that he could look directly down at her.
“Don’t try to deceive yourself Granger. You think that you can take me on? Maybe only in bed.” He leered. He could take her right now. She wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. It would be hell for her. He thoroughly considered it.
“You are the most horrible person I’ve ever met.” She swung her hands up and tried to scratch him. He easily grabbed her hands intertwining his fingers with hers.
“Do you know what I could do to you Granger? You are in a very compromising position.”
“Yes, I know what you could do. I’m not stupid.” She turned her head away from him in disgust. “You’re a bastard.” She said. Beautiful. She looked so God damned beautiful. Lowering his head he licked her neck. She squirmed and squealed under him in aggravation and disgust, trying to get out. He chuckled lifting his head to look at her.
“That only makes it a hundred times worse. The rubbing, that is.” She went dead still. God he looks good. She could feel his muscles through their shirts. His frame completely covered hers despite the inches that she had gained over the summer. If only he were a Gryffindor.
She felt him lean his head back down, nuzzling his face into her neck. He took in large breath and held it. What’s wrong with him? Why’s he hold his breath? She shifted under him and he exhaled. Letting go of her hands, he put his arms around her. He was hugging her. The big git was hugging her! Moving his face along the front of her neck, she was forced to roll her head the other way to face the cushions. She could feel his eyelashes brushing her skin. Moving one hand, he began to lift her shirt.
“Malfoy!” she hissed, pushing his hand away. “Malfoy, stop it.” He looked up for the first time in what felt like ages.
“You mean you don’t want it?” he asked with a smirk.
“Oh. Yes. I want you so badly. Take me know.” She said rolling her eyes. Her voice dripping with sarcasm. He smiled.
“If you say so.”
“Malfoy!” she tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t budge. “Ugh!” she groaned in frustration.
“I liked the sound of that. Do it again.”
“Fuck off.”
“Alright. If you insist.” He said. With his legs on either side of her he sat on her in a mounted position stripping off his shirt. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Fuckin’ ass, he was gorgeous. She immediately averted her eyes. He lifted her arms above her head.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Instantly he yanked her shirt up and over her head. “Malfoy!” She screamed trying to cover herself with her arms, her face livid with fury.
“Mmm… black bra. We’re you expecting someone to see you Granger?” he said with a cold laugh. She wanted to slap him with every fiber of her being. “Damn Granger…” he said, not bothering to finish his sentence.
“Ugh! You’re so impossible!”
“When you’re mad, it makes me want you more.” He said slipping his tongue behind her left ear. Nibbling on her earlobe, his hands moved along her body, exploring it as if it were his own.
“Fuck you. Fuck you Malfoy.”
“I thought that I already told you that you could? Silly girl.” He kissed her neck then moved to her collar bone, biting it gently. Hermione sucked in air quickly. He lifted his head staring menacingly into her eyes. Grinning, he lowered his head and ravaged her mouth. She moaned softly, draping her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair and down his back. His hands glided over her smooth skin. She arched her back into him while wrapping her legs around his. He slowly began rocking on top of her. She could feel his bulge through her denim skirt. He was hard as a rock. He rocked faster, sucking on her lower lip. His shorts and her skirt had come off without her noticing. He pressed his dick against her biting her neck leaving faint red teeth marks. Her fingers nails dug into his back and her head fell back as he lifted her. His hand on her ass as they moved up and down. He went to take off his boxers but suddenly stopped.
“What’s wrong?” She asked in a daze.
“The train stopped.” They looked at each other.
“Shit!” they yelled at the same time. Both scrambled around trying to find their wands and robes. They had arrived at the school and hadn’t noticed. Hermione quickly tied her hair up in a pony tail, panicking because she couldn’t find her shirt. She looked at Malfoy. His hair looked like he had just rolled out of bed. She quickly donned robes and located her wand. She used her wand to fold her clothes and put them in her bag. She produced a mirror to make sure that she was presentable. Glossing her lips, perfect, she thought while she tried to gain her composure. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and shot Malfoy a spell to fix his disheveled hair.
“Hey! What was that for?” he said irritably trying to pack up his instruments.
“I was fixing your hair you git. Okay are you ready?”
“Yeah.” He flung his guitar diagonally over his chest and carried the bass in his left hand. As Hermione reached for the handle of the door, Malfoy dragged her back holding her around the waist with his free hand, chest pressed to her back. He was definitely still aroused. “We aren’t finished.” He said into the back of her neck. And with that, he pushed her aside and left the cabin.