Playing Doctor

A/N- Sooo my hormones have kind of been in overdrive lately… This is my way of letting off some steam, and giving you guys the alternate ending that I promised a really long time ago. This was the way the story was supposed to go before I decided I wanted to go for the shock factor. I don’t think the original ending went over very well, but it was my first story and the whole thing is pretty much way beyond my comfort zone, so I’m actually kind of proud of how it turned out. When I reread it to refresh my memory I really couldn’t believe I wrote it! I guess I even shocked myself lol. Hopefully you will enjoy this ending better.

I’m sorry if some of you thought Draco got off too easy and that a rape victim shouldn’t forgive her attacker. I’ve never been in that situation to know how someone would feel, thank God. I made her forgive him, because I thought that was at least giving her a happier ending. I think her life would’ve been completely miserable if she wasn’t able to move past what happened. That was what I was going for anyways.

Oh and just to clarify (because these notes add to my word count and when I look at the higher numbers I get a little excited lol), this is an alternate ending, not an add on. You have to completely disregard chapter 2 for this to work. * rolls eyes at self * I’m sure you know how an alternate ending works!

Ok ok… on with the story!

WARNING: EXTREME SMUT, BONDAGE, ORAL, TOYS? ANAL, NON CON etc. etc. etc.

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“So, are you ready to play, Granger?” Malfoy whispered, his voice raspy and deep with lust.

Hermione’s eyes widened as she watched him swish his wand through the air, separating the stirrups further apart and leaving her even more exposed. She cringed in humiliation and her stomach tied in knots as he eyed her hungrily. As much as she wanted to believe he was going to stop, his carnal look of lust said otherwise.

She bit her lip, looking from right to left, where the straps had both her arms pinned down tightly. She hated how completely powerless she felt. Using all the strength she possessed, she pulled as hard as she could. The bindings didn’t even budge.

“Stop fighting, it’s no use,” he smirked down at her, his eyes glued to the spot between her legs. “Trust me, you’ll like this.” He lightly brushed his hands across her knees, then started to trail them along her inner thighs. She shivered and shut her eyes, willing herself not to lose control.

“Get your hands off of me, you filthy inbred ferret!” she screamed. To her surprise his hands stopped, right before they hit the outer lips of her center. She breathed a sigh of relief, craning her neck to see what had hindered his movements. She could only see the top of his head. He was so still. She almost thought he was going to surrender.

Then she felt it. His hot, wet tongue slithering in between her nether lips and nudging her little nub, making her gasp at the sensation. He then circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her hips jerked upwards and she cried out, cursing her traitorous body. It felt so good. How could something that was so wrong make her feel such pleasure?

“Please stop,” she begged again, but there was no conviction behind her words. He chuckled softly, the vibrations sending electric shocks through her core. She swore she could feel him smirking his damn cocky smirk, knowing that he was winning. She hated what he was doing to her.

“Stop… Stop…. Stop…” she started to chant, shaking her head back and forth.

He started to lap at her clit in rhythm to her hoarsely spoken pleas. Tears sprang to her eyes as the pressure started to build. She could feel her muscles start to tighten and her toes start to curl.

“Stop… Stop… Stop…”

His grin widened and he increased the pressure, swirling around the hard little button. It was too much to take. Her hips started to jerk upwards, beyond her rein of control.

“Oh no…No… Stop… Please…” she pleaded, tears freely streaming down her cheek from the intense pressure that was about to push her over the edge. She tried to fight it but her resolve was slipping into nonexistence. He continued to lap at her mercilessly, teasing her with light nibbles, and then eliciting a low moan when his tongue swirled and flicked.

Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably now. Her eyes squeezed shut as another moan escaped her lips. She was so close. It scared her how quickly he brought her to this point; like he knew exactly how to touch her.

One more flick of his skilled tongue left her wavering on the edge. All her muscles tightened in anticipation for what was sure to be one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She cried out, waiting for the last touch that would push her over…

It didn’t come.

Hermione’s eyes snapped open and her stomach constricted almost painfully. She was flushed, with a light sheen of sweat over her face and chest. She tried to control her heavy breathing as she looked around at her severely aroused, traitorous body. How could she have let him do this to her? Her eyes narrowed in anger, but she was so incensed and horrified by her reaction, she didn’t trust herself to speak.

“I’m sorry, did you want me to continue?” he asked her in mock seriousness, smirking down at her. She growled back at him, her blood boiling to the point where he swore he could almost see steam shooting out her ears.

He continued on as if he didn’t realize she would literally tear him to shreds if she weren’t strapped safely to the table.

“I must have gotten side tracked… I almost forgot why you came here,” he said silkily, his eyes glinting with malice. Hermione watched his every movement with bated breath as he walked over to the cabinets and started rummaging around in the drawers. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her but knowing him, the possibilities were endless. The worst part was that a part of her almost wanted to find out. Her mind screamed at her how wrong it was, but her weeping pussy said otherwise.

When he finally turned around, he was pulling white rubber gloves on his hands and his smirk was fixed. Her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened as he came towards her, holding his gloved hands at shoulder level. He settled at the spot between her outstretched legs, grinning down at her like a mad man.

“I think it’s time for your exam.”

Hermione didn’t understand. Hadn’t he just gotten very up close and personal with her down there?

“What are you doing?” she asked him, not bothering to mask the fear in her voice. This just didn’t make sense to her.

“I’m examining you… Inside and out,” he sneered back. Hermione squirmed as a futile attempt to make him stop, but he only chuckled low in his throat. She felt the cool rubber gloves touch her gingerly, spreading her inner lips wide for him to see.

He was so turned on, his erection was painfully hard and it killed him to stay in control and not just plunge himself into her depths. He licked his lips hungrily, and a low guttural moan escaped.

Now she understood. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about humiliating her to the highest degree. Her cheeks burned red as she felt him spread her outer lips, studying every square inch of silky pink flesh. What was worse was that she could feel herself responding to his light touch, and there was no doubt in her mind that he could see just how wet he made her.

Once he seemed satisfied that he had thoroughly examined her outside, he positioned his pointer finger at her entrance.

“It’s time for your internal exam,” he sneered huskily, pushing his digit inside her tight entrance. Her inner walls were swollen, hot, and wet with arousal and he slid in easily. Her breath hitched in her throat and she stared at the ceiling, torn between fighting the sensations and giving in to the intense pleasure. She felt so many emotions running through her mind. Every light touch of his fingers sent electric shocks through her, and left her head spinning. This was so sick and kinky… It didn’t make sense that her body was responding so strongly!

He moved his finger around her insides, pushing as far into her as his hand would allow. Her face scrunched up in concentration at the different sensations. It wasn’t painful, but she did feel oddly stretched. She squirmed, trying to get used to the intrusion.

Just then, his finger curled upwards and she gasped out loud. He had hit something inside of her… and the grin on his face said he knew it. Again he petted the spongy spot. Her hips jerked and she almost jumped out of her skin.

“Well, well… Look what I found,” he snickered.

“I hate you so much,” she bit back, tears in her eyes. They weren’t because of what he was doing to her, but because of how her body was reacting and how she knew she didn’t want him to stop anymore.

Her words of hate seemed to have no effect on him, and he only continued to stroke her inner walls, relishing in the feeling of her muscles clamping and releasing around him. She made the most exquisite little sounds when he touched her, somewhere between a gasp and a cry.

She had no idea how hard he was fighting from just driving his aching cock into her tight folds with every noise she made. It was lucky he was having so much fun playing with her.

When she was once again breathing hard and writhing beneath him, he withdrew his gloved finger, now drenched in her fluids. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in protest. This was his way of making her beg him… Well, it wasn’t going to work… yet.

“You are such an asshole,” she growled.

Again he smirked at her. “Is that so, Granger?” he asked calmly. She watched him lower his fingers, returning them to her entrance. She hated how her opening was practically throbbing to be filled by them.

He lined up his fingers- not one, but two. He pushed them about an inch in and her eyes widened. This didn’t feel pleasurable anymore. She felt uncomfortably stretched. Her eyes met his dark grey orbs for a fraction of a second before he plunged inside of her, partially breaking her barrier and making her cry out.

“Ohh… oww Malfoy I HATE YOU!” she screeched. The sharp, burning pain had caught her off guard, but she was thankful for it. It brought her back to the reality of the situation, which was that Malfoy was sexually assaulting her, not pleasuring her. It was good to be reminded of this, as the little Slytherin serpent was doing a good job making her forget. Maybe she would be able to deny him until the end, after all.

Just then he sunk further into her. The pain had ebbed away almost as quickly as it came. He curled his fingers and pulled out torturously slow. She whimpered in frustration. It just wasn’t fair! Just when she thought she had her head on straight again, he took it away with hardly any effort exerted on his part.

“I hate you,” she whimpered. He dove back into her crevice hard, and the pleasure again took over her senses.

He continued to pound in and out of her, every once in awhile letting his thumb graze her engorged clit. With each thrust that got her closer to the edge, she cringed in fear that he was going to stop and leave her wanting. She began moaning and yelling incoherently, tossing her head from side to side. So close… but she knew any second he was going to stop.

“Oh God no… Fuck… No…” she cried out. She could feel her muscles tighten as she neared the edge of an even bigger orgasm than the one she almost had before. She didn’t know how that was possible but the way every nerve ending in her body was on fire said that it was. She moaned loudly…

And he stopped, removed his fingers and wiped her juices off on her inner thigh. A thunderous scream erupted from her lips. It was low and guttural and shook her whole body.

“Why Granger, I’m shocked at you… I thought you said you didn’t want this,” he smirked.

God she hated him.

God she hated her body for wanting him.

“Don’t worry… the exam isn’t over yet.”

What else could he possibly want to do to her?

She didn’t notice him take something out of one of the drawers until she saw him smearing lubricant on two of his gloved fingers. She was so wet there was no way she needed that…

“Why are you doing that?” she asked, dreading the answer. Anything that left Malfoy with such a maddening smirk could not be a good thing.

“Because it will make this part easier,” he replied smoothly. She didn’t understand until it was too late, and she felt his slick fingers on the puckered hole of her arse.

“WHAT?! No, no Malfoy please don’t!” she begged. This was too far. This was beyond humiliating and disgusting and he couldn’t do this to her!

“I’d believe you more if you weren’t coating my hand with your muddy sex,” he snickered back. He swirled the lubricated digits around her hole again, pushing in slightly as he did so. Her eyes shut tight. Again her body was betraying her. Her breathing increased and her pulse raced. This was an entirely new sensation… She didn’t know why her body was responding, but she couldn’t deny that it was.

He pushed in a bit farther, fighting past the tight muscles and coaxing her to open up for him. He felt her spasm around his fingers and he drove deep into her nether hole. He quickly withdrew and plunged in again. He repeated the motion, continuing to finger fuck her tight hole hard and fast.

The familiar feeling of intense pleasure returned tenfold. She didn’t know why this felt so good but it did. There was nothing she could do. She was tied down and at the mercy of Malfoy’s incredibly skilled hands and tongue. She had to surrender…

As soon as she stopped thinking and just let herself feel, she was almost overwhelmed with the intensity of the sensations. Her whole body was burning from the inside out, and her sex was literally throbbing with want. She was openly sobbing now. Any minute now he would leave her unsatisfied. This time she didn’t care… She would beg him to continue if she had to. He had won.

“Please Malfoy… please don’t stop…”

He smirked and pulled out his wand, whispering a spell Hermione didn’t recognize in the process. For a moment she was afraid, but then the wand tip made contact with the skin on her inner thigh and her whole body shivered.

The wand was vibrating… as if her body could take any more. He brought his wand along her legs, grazed it over her sex and up her stomach. He swirled it around her right breast, barely touching her rock-hard nipple before he moved on to the other one. All the while, his fingers continued to fuck her arsehole.

His thumb sunk into her vagina, and he rubbed against his fingers through the thin wall that separated her insides. She screamed out at the sensation.

The tip of his vibrating wand trailed back towards her sex, and he brushed it along her outer lips, getting maddeningly close to her aching clit, but not touching it. She needed it so bad. Her whole body shook and her hips lurched off the table as high as they could go in the restraints.

“Please…” she panted softly.

“Please what, Granger?”

“Please… I… need…”

“You need to come?” he taunted her, sliding his wand along her inner lips, but stopping right before he hit her button.

“Yes…” she hissed, her eyes squeezed shut in shame.

“You need me to fuck you?” he asked, swirling his fingers and thumb around in both her holes.

She wanted to say no… she did…

“Yes!” she cried. It was what he had been waiting for. He slammed the vibrating tip directly on her clit, and her entire being exploded with pleasure. The electric shocks pulsed through her sex, sending waves upon waves of bliss from the tips of her toes to the roots of her bushy hair.

She was so enthralled in the feelings that she didn’t notice him remove his hands and throw the gloves to the floor. She was still riding the impulses of her orgasm when his cock slid into her, up to the hilt. She felt the sharp pinch as the rest of her barrier was torn away, but it was mostly masked by the intense sensations.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to fuck you,” he grunted, moaning as her shuddering cavern enveloped his throbbing member. He withdrew and plunged into her again.

“You’re so fucking tight… I could come right now if I wanted to.” Another moan escaped as he thrust into her. Fuck this felt so good. He knew she was tight but this was unreal. She was even raising her hips to meet his thrusts. The little minx…

Her orgasm had hardly finished when she felt another one approaching. How was it even possible to feel so much at once!? Every time he dove into her and hit her clit with his pubic bone made her gasp, and cry out, and moan, and scream…

It was overpowering. Once again she found herself teetering on the edge. He swooped down to take a nipple into his mouth and it instantly sent her over. She threw her head back and screamed as her second orgasm tore through her. The spasms of her canal brought him along, and he grunted and moaned his release, filling her with his seed in rough spurts. His legs threatened to give way and he fell on top of her, his ear pressed against her chest.

He listened to her rabid heartbeat as he came down from the heavens. The only indication that time had passed was when it started to slow and her heavy breathing subsided. He slowly rose off of her and withdrew his slightly flaccid member from her warmth.

He stared at her, trying to burn the image of her into his mind; her swollen pussy lips and her slick vagina, dripping with his cum. He would remember this for the rest of his life.

Speaking of which…

“Open up Granger, you need to drink this,” he said. He was smiling now… a smug smile that made her want to peel the skin off his face.

“What, rape wasn’t enough to quell your sick thoughts? Now you want to poison me?” she spat back. The reality of what she had done was starting to sink in. She had let Draco Malfoy fuck her… and she had thoroughly enjoyed it. She would never forgive herself for this. She almost didn’t care if the potion was poison after all.

“It’s a contraceptive potion… You know I can’t allow you to have my bastard child,” he sneered back at her.

“Like I’d want anything of yours inside my body,” she replied.

“Yes, except my tongue... and my fingers… and let us not forget my cock… I think you liked that one best of all.”

She opened her mouth to retort but before she could get a word out, he poured the potion down her throat. It tasted horribly bitter, but he pinched her nose and she swallowed reflexively.

“Blah,” she spat, shuddering as the potion made its way into her stomach.

Suddenly she felt off-balance. Even though she was still strapped to the table that had survived two earthshaking orgasms without moving an inch, she felt like she was on a rickety boat caught in a storm. She shut her eyes to quell the nausea that rolled through her, and found that images were streaming past her closed lids… images and sounds. It took a minute before they slowed up enough for her to understand them…

Malfoy was on top of her. His mouth was on hers and their naked bodies were joined at the genitalia. They were in a bed with gold hangings. She didn’t recognize it, but it was much bigger than her own in Gryffindor tower. The whole room was lit with soft candlelight. She watched Malfoy finish. He rolled off of her and pulled her to him.

“So… how was your first time?”

Before Hermione could even begin to comprehend what was going on, the image sped away and was replaced by another.

It was the same room, but they were getting dressed and there were no candles. Her hair was tied up in a bun. Hermione deducted that this was a different time… a different memory.

You know, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of shagging you like this,” Malfoy grinned.

The image Hermione blushed and looked away.

“I think we need to be careful… Harry knows that you’re sneaking off to the Room of Requirement on a daily basis. What if he catches us?”

“Does he think I’m in here fucking the shit out of his little side-kick??”

“Well no, but-“

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”

More incoherent memories swam across her eyes like rolls of film. All she could make out was that Malfoy was the main character in every one of them. Eventually the images slowed so she could watch what was happening again.

“You said I could pick a fantasy and I have… I want the old you to fuck me. I want to hate you while you’re doing it! We were already getting along when we first made love… I never got to have sex with the Malfoy I fell in lust with!”

“That’s because you would never have had sex with that Malfoy.”

“So tie me down and force me.”

The image swirled and was replaced with another in an instant.

They were walking down a dark corridor. It must have been late because there wasn’t another soul in sight.

“It’s all worked out. I’ll take the forgetfulness potion and forget everything that has happened between the two of us for the past year. You can sneak into my exam, pretending to be the healer. I’ll probably trust you, so I don’t think it will be difficult to bind me to the table. Maybe pretend to cast an unbreakable vow so I think I’m in control, but really do the contraceptive charm. The spells both look similar. I should fall for it.”

“And what if you don’t?”

“Umm… get creative?”

“Ok… And what if I can’t get you to take the forgetfulness potion antidote?”

“Pretend it’s a contraceptive potion. I’ll probably believe it. I mean… before you I didn’t have any kind of experience in that department, so I shouldn’t know the difference. Which reminds me… I think I’ll have to become a virgin again.”

“What!?”

“Yes, it shouldn’t be that difficult really. I researched it last night in the library.”

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

“Positive.”

Hermione gasped and opened her eyes when the slew of memories ceased. She was no longer strapped to the table. Malfoy was grinning down at her and a huge smile split across her face.

“I knew it would work,” she said in her famous, know-it-all air. He laughed and closed the space between them, crashing his lips on hers. His tongue snaked its way out, coaxing her to open up for him. She responded immediately, meeting his tongue with hers and fighting for entrance into his mouth. She could still taste her juices on him and it turned her on all over again. It was like she could never have enough of him.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that... I was afraid the evil you would have bitten my tongue off,” he whispered in his low, sultry voice that made her fluids pool.

“I probably would have. You were calling me a mud-blood every chance you got, after all,” she said, crossing her arms and pouting at him. “I mean, was that really necessary?”

“Hey!” Malfoy yelled in defense. “You weren’t exactly censoring your ferret talk.”

“Yes well… I was drugged so I have an excuse!”

“That hardly counts… But as much as I’d like to sit and argue about this with you, I believe you have an exam of the vaginal nature to get to,” he said, smirking cockily at her.

“But… I thought… Wait I thought this was so I could skip that!” she yelled in protest. She was still oozing with sex, there was so way she wanted a complete stranger see that!

“Oops,” Malfoy shrugged. She punched him in the arm as hard as she could. He only laughed, pulling his clothes back on and straitening himself.

“I’ll see you tonight for prefect duties… Try not to have too much fun without me.”

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Hermione met Draco outside the Great Hall at eleven O’clock that night. Normally seeing him in the pale moonlight made her want to snog him senseless, but right now she was still bitter about having to endure the exam with the healer. He was supposed to have stupefied her and made her think she had already examined her!

Still, she fell into stride with him as they made their way to the seventh floor, where the Room of Requirement lay hidden in the mysterious walls of Hogwarts.

“You know, I don’t think this is what the professors had in mind when they called for house unity,” she stated on the second floor.

“You may be right about that,” he replied, smirking as he thought of all the many ways he had fucked his little Gryffindor Goddess inside and out. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how did your exam go?”

She scowled, pursing her lips and smacking his arm before she answered.

“Horrible… I almost creamed myself when she touched me. She must think I’m the horniest person on the face of this planet.”

“Umm… Hermione… I think that you actually are the horniest person on the planet,” he pointed out conversationally. She burst out laughing… The man had a point.

“Yes… well… I blame you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way… Now, I believe you owe me a fantasy.”



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So… I was actually thinking of continuing this whenever I feel like writing raunchy sex lol. I’m not sure, but I had a surprisingly good time writing this… so we shall see. Is that weird to add more chapters when this is the alternate ending? I feel like that’s weird lol.

I hope you liked reading it of course! It’s so much harder to write smut than anything else for me. Like when I read other dirty stories I know when the smut is good, but when you write it yourself you can’t really tell. Sooo if you want to be nice and review it would be very much appreciated!

Lots of love and luck in the New Year,
-Alexis (and baby, either Adam or Lacey.. it’s going to be a surprise… for now at least lol)