Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Draco crossed the room to where Hermione had huddled up on the bed. His expression was grim as he slowly pushed the hair back that had fallen in her face.

Draco spoke quietly, matter-of-factly. “Hermione, you aren’t very attractive right now, that is true. However, that does not matter to the other Death Eaters. Surely you see that?”

Hermione’s eyes drifted to the edge of the bed and she stared purposefully at the floor. Draco smirked slightly at her little show of defiance.

“You said my name.” Hermione said after a moment.

Draco looked at her startled. “Granger. I said, Granger.”

Hermione had felt herself go soft inside when Draco had said her name like that.

“Hermione… You said my name.” She stared suspiciously at him.

Draco glared at her. “I think I will stick to Mudblood.”

Hermione bristled slightly and shrugged. “Do what you like, I don’t have a say so either way, Ferret.”

Draco sneered coldly at her use of his hated nickname. “This isn’t a bloody joke Mudblood. They could kill you or worse…”

“Who’s laughing?” Hermione whispered, and she felt something give at his words, and suddenly she dropped her face against her drawn up knees.

“Do…whatever you want.” Hermione mumbled into her knees.

Draco stared hard at her for a long moment frustrated. “I can only protect you so long if you aren’t willing to help me, Granger.”

“Why! Why are you bloody protecting me you little rodent. You make me sick!” Hermione suddenly hissed quite clearly.

“Strange, just a short while ago I couldn’t get you to stop clinging to me for protection and now we are back to the insults.” Draco murmured mildly. “I must be bloody insane for asking for you.”

“You did what?” Hermione looked up shock now and she unfolded her legs, stalking towards him.

Draco was a full-grown dark wizard but this petite Amazon jabbing her finger his way, was making him nervous with her barrage of questions. “You never struck me as hard of hearing, Mudblood.”

Hermione impatiently waved away his mild insult, and advanced on him further. “If my ears do not deceive me, you never said why.”

Draco wet his lips and began to stalk towards her. “Isn’t it obvious to a know-it-all like you?” Draco leered at her and Hermione shuddered slowly, wrapping her arms about herself.

“You’re being deliberately vague.” Hermione stared at him.

“And you are being infuriatingly ungrateful, annoying and provocative.” Draco retorted closing the gap between them. “Now, strip off your bloody clothes now. Do it slowly. I like to watch my girls pull it off.”

Hermione stared at him in rage and misery but strangely, she felt quite warm from his commanding words. Draco was staring intently at her, his silver eyes molten from latent heat. Hermione took a moment to stare critically at him from under her lashes.

Draco’s hair was shining and soft, fierce eyes and perfect-chiseled features, elegant neck that led to his upper torso, which seemed sculpted from Quidditch. He looked angelic, like a statue she saw in a Muggle Museum, every part, simply perfect.

Hermione felt her mouth grow dry and she tried to remember all the reasons she hated him. Harry’s death, Dumbledore’s betrayal, the blackmail, her teeth, the mudblood comments and every single day since she met him had something to offer as to why she should hate everything about him.

Hermione tried to summon some disgust in her, but all she felt was strange warmth coming from between her legs and a tingling sensation throughout her body. Draco stared into her eyes and saw all her doubts flashing as obvious as a neon sign.

Draco narrowed his gaze as she struggled with her inner demons and he finally snapped at her. “Now, Mudblood!”

Draco had a feeling this was not going to be enjoyable, but if he did not do it, someone else would. Why he cared? Well obviously, he has invested the most time in making Granger miserable over the years. He deserved this. Clearly.

Hermione stood up slowly from the bed and she nervously dropped her hands to her shirt. Numb fingers began to fiddle with the buttons as she pushed them through the loopholes. Hermione did not dare look up, her face infused red with embarrassment. After she unbuttoned the last button, the shirt fell open revealing a lace white bra.

Draco felt a shaft of heat to his groin at the sight of Granger’s pink nipples through the lace bra. Her ribs showed and in contrast, her breasts seemed obscenely plump next to her narrow waist. Draco had lied to Lestrange. Gods, she was still as big as he remembered. Draco remembered that about Granger, she had soft, pillowy, beautiful tits.

Draco remembered telling Blaise it was the Gods joke on Slytherin everywhere, giving Granger the best rack in the school.

It use to infuriate him how Granger had the best body is school but she was not only plain in the face, but an insufferable know-it-all. Draco remembered deliberately starting fights with her in school before just so she would get mad. Her nipples hardened when she got angry. It had been magnificent to witness.

Draco schooled his features to reflect nothing of his thoughts. His body had other plans and his cock swelled just from seeing those hard pebbles. Hermione was staring at the ground forcibly.

“You’re not done.” Draco said quietly.

Hermione clutched her back and unhooked the bra, letting the full weight of her breasts out. They positively quivered when they were set free. The pink nipples were paler then he recalled and Draco nearly swallowed his tongue when she swiftly stepped out of her skirt and unrolled her panties.

Suddenly she was naked in front of him and Draco’s mind temporarily went on vacation.

Granger of the impossibly long legs, pert ass, full tits and the most curvaceous body in Hogwarts, was looking a little skinny. However, her breasts more then made up for it. Soft brown curls lay at the apex between her legs and Draco could see a dampness there that startled him.

Draco felt dumbfounded.

He aroused Granger.

Draco Malfoy was making her wet.

Granger crossed her arms over her breasts and stared at him defiantly. “What now?”

“Come here.” Draco managed.

Hermione slowly moved forward towards him. Each step caused her big tits to bounce and Draco suddenly felt like something was strangling his cock.

“Merlin, your body should be illegal.” Draco growled as she walked forward.

Hermione blinked at his tense words and she wet her lips at the look of hunger on Draco’s face. “What do you want me to do?”

Draco considered her for a moment and then nodded to the floor.

“I want you on your knees.”

Draco’s soft voice nearly undid her as his words sunk in. He wanted her submissive to him. With a soft shudder she fell to her knees at his feet. Draco groaned and ran his hands through her mass of rioting curls and guided her mouth to his erection that showed through his pants.

Hermione blinked up at him with a mixture of confusion, desire and disgust on her face. Draco nodded to his pants.

Hermione’s trembling fingers slide to the top button, she opened it, and then his pants fell at a pool about his waist. Draco was clearly not wearing anything underneath. Like the rest of him, his cock was big, smooth, perfect and throbbing hard.

Draco almost came from Hermione staring at him. Fixated on his cock, her eyes were level with it and her mouth was so close, he could feel hot spurts of breath as she raggedly struggled to breath.
Draco nudged closer, the tip of his cock brushed against her soft, open mouth, and she gasped. Draco groaned and shoved it inside, encasing it in her mouth.

Hermione choked on the unexpected move but slowly she began to relax her throat more. Her tongue lapped at the bottom of his cock and he slowly pulled it out with a pant. “Gods… Her…Granger…Suck it.”

Hermione tasted him tentatively and found it to intoxicating to be causing this reaction with her tongue. She felt his hand gently curl around her hair and he shoved in deeper inside, groaning with each thrust.

Hermione felt her mouth getting swollen from his thick length gliding in and out and she finally gagged from the weight of it. Falling backwards, she wiped her mouth slowly, watching as Draco tried for some semblance of control.

“Gods Granger, I had no idea you were so good at sucking.” Draco whispered harshly as he tried to keep himself from coming.

Hermione felt tears form irrationally at this inanely cruel insult. There were so many things that she was good at, not that Draco would ever admit it. To have this be the first compliment he paid her, was a cold slap in the face.

Draco opened his eyes and stumbled onto the bed and he pulled her with him. Hermione fell against his broad chest and she could feel his erection between her legs, pressing insistently. Draco stared into her overly bright tear filled eyes and he felt a nugget of remorse, deep inside of him that he blatantly ignored.

“Now, climb on top of me. I’m going to use your beautiful little body until you can’t walk for a week.” Hermione suddenly felt the urge to smack his beautiful face, but she remembered the alternative to this and grudgingly she crawled on top of him.

She was definitely aroused and Draco could feel that wetness calling to his cock, like a siren. “Gods your so wet Granger. I bet your wet all the time like this. So easy, such a hot little witch.” Draco murmured as Hermione lowered herself onto his cock. Hermione stiffened as she felt the first part of the invasion.

Draco shifted from the sudden wet heat about to encase him. Damn, Granger was tight. It must have been a while for her. Draco was about to explode on top of Granger, not in her, if she didn’t hurry up.

“ Damn it Granger, let me in.” Draco growled and Hermione felt a shudder come from deep inside as he grabbed her waist. Draco pulled her down on top of him and she howled from the sudden sharp pain as he split her in half. Hermione’s eyes were wild as she tensed. Her body felt like it was on fire and raw as his cock finally was inside her.

“Oh, Draco it hurts so bad.” Hermione whimpered suddenly.

Her words reached him finally and Draco felt another piece of his soul shatter. Finally, he got her to say his damned name, while he was raping and stealing her virginity. That was what it took.

Draco felt sweat pouring down his back, as he tried to ease some of her weight off his cock. Hermione moaned in pain as he shifted her suddenly. “Please Draco, it really hurts.” Her soft pained words ripped into him and he suddenly flipped her to be lying under him. Hermione flinched and Draco’s muscles bulged as he supported all his own weight and he bore down into her. He made his eyes carefully cold and blank so she would not see the panic behind them.

Hermione’s face was flushed with tears as she stared up at him. His hair falling to brush her face as he moved slowly and deeply and soon the pain subsiding and was replaced with something deeper. Draco seemed to be muttering under his breath as he pumped in and out of her and Hermione felt a strange bubbling ecstasy, gathering in her center with every single driving thrust.

Draco’s eyes seemed heated as she began to thrust to meet him, soft moans falling from her hot, wet mouth. Draco gathered her closer to him, as he felt her body shudder and break, as her orgasm found her and unleashed on her. Draco felt her cunt clench and he let go, emptying himself inside of her.

They both were sweating and Draco could feel the tears still sliding out of her eyes. Hermione turned her head away as she felt awash in shame and self-disgust at her reaction to him. Draco stared hard at her and pulled out. Glancing down, Draco could see the blood on his member. He cursed and walked to the bathroom, cleaning himself.

Hermione still trembling from the aftershocks could only close her legs and roll over to her side. Draco came out of the bathroom and walked to her. He opened her legs slowly and she screamed in frustration. “Gods Malfoy, can’t you just leave me alone, you sodding pig!”

Hermione heard the sound of a wet slap as something hit the floor and a crash as Draco threw on his robe and slammed out the door.

Hermione opened her swollen wet eyes and saw the washcloth on the floor, seeping into the rug. Hermione felt her heart constrict as she realized what he had been about to do. She could still feel the mixture of blood and semen between her legs. She gingerly leaned down and captured the cloth, wiping herself clean.

Afterwards, Hermione curled up in a ball at the far end of the bed and cried herself to sleep.

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