Twisted Lust
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
31,131
Reviews:
158
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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So blissful.
So happy.
So carefree.
That would explain Draco to anyone who happened to see him. Students must have actually paused to gape as Draco swung through the halls, whistling.
And in other news: Hermione was back.
Rumor had it that she'd been extremely sick. Of course all the girls who were jealous snickered that it was an std, but as for her friends, they were glad to see her again. In the afternoon you could see the trio laughing as they walked by the great lake, swigging butter beers they had snuck back from Hogsmeade, visiting Hagrid in his hut. And from the looks of her, you couldn’t tell that she had ever been sick, she rolled through the school with such energy, it was hard to explain.
All day Draco had been trying to find Hermione, to talk to her, to see her. But every time he came within distance she was going into class, or surrounded by her Potter and Weasel clan. It all made him sick, he sat at the end of his table, alone of course. Watching her from behind, the way she tossed back her hair, the way she licked her bottom lip. Images of her drenched hair, her wet skin pressed against his, flooded through his head. He smiled to himself, ignoring the looks the majority of the student population was giving him.
Lets be honest, since when did Draco Malfoy smile?
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Draco didn’t get back to the heads common room until late at night, 11 to be exact. He had been studying at the library. Not his thing. He had to see her, to tell her everything he'd been thinking about. Dropping his books on the floor, he ran up to the stairs, taking three at a time, minimizing the distance between them. He stopped at her door, ready to knock, to let himself in.
“You’re so hot” came a low moan.
Draco slammed the door open to see Hermione, naked as usual, with a blonde haired boy pounding into her.
“Yeah Baby, just like that, god I can go so deep” the boy screamed, his head tilted back.
Hermione was biting his neck, leaving suction marks along his neckline, her eyes closed as she let her teeth do the work. The boys hand roamed her top freely, gaining easy access to her ample cleavage. The boy moaned her name, Hermione bit down harder, drawing blood as he came. He fell on top of her, panting deeply.
She slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room, her eyes resting on the open door. The open door where another boy stood, one with locks of silver and a look of complete rage.
“Draco” she whispered.
He turned and shut the door, going into his bedroom.
"Draco" she called out, louder. Pushing the random boy out of her, off of her. She pulled the door open, running into Draco's room.
He stood over his desk, staring down at some paper or another, or not really staring. His fists continuously pounding into the rapt wood, it seemed he was trying to make his fists bleed.
“Draco please” she whispered.
He whipped her around, nearly knocking her over as his arms swung around.
“What the fuck is your problem. Why are you such a whore? FUCK I MEAN FUCK! What the hell Hermione, what the hell, what’s wrong with you?” He screamed incoherently.
Grabbing her by arm and shaking her, shaking her as he lifted her off the floor.
Everything which preceded happened in a sort of blur.
For one, the random boy came running in, pulling Hermione out of Draco's clutch. And with that he punched Draco square in the jaw, sending him flying backwards. Before Draco had even begun to get up, the boy had begun swinging his fists at him.
“I better not see you lay another hand on her, pathetic little fuck” he yelled at the figure on the floor.
The boy raised his fist again, probably to punch Draco in the stomach. His fist was descending, about to make him bleed again, but someone caught it. Hermione caught it.
“Just go, please.”
“No way, I’m not leaving you with this creep.” He spat, pointing a long finger at Draco.
“PLEASE, I can take care of myself, just go, or… Just go” Hermione said exasperatedly, sinking onto the floor.
"You're sick Hermione, the both of you are"
He slowly lowered his hand, still staring at Draco, and walked out of the room, grabbing his belongings. She heard the door to the common room close with a heavy thud, leaving her alone with Draco on the stone floor.
She slowly eased her way towards him, his crouching figure on the floor, a blue bruise developing from where he was punched.
“Don’t touch me Hermione, just go” he hissed.
“But Draco, please, let me take care of you, let me-”
“JUST GO HERMIONE, THERE’S NOTHING MORE YOU CAN DO FOR ME” he shouted.
She ran out of the room, glancing at him as she turned.
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How could she do this to him, how could she? Draco wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, she fucking tore his heart to pieces. And the worst part, the cherry on top of the cake, was that Draco still loved her. No matter how many times she fucked around, and by now he was sure she’d slept with half the school, he still loved her. He stood up, jaw throbbing, and dragged his feet to the bathroom mirror. That punch would bruise if he didn’t heal it now, he took his wand and muttered a simple healing spell.
As he stared into the mirror, his eyes clouded up. No, he wouldn’t cry, he was already miserable at this point. Staring back at his reflection, the cold grey eyes locked with the ones in the mirror, he drew his fist and punched it. He was punching a lot of things these days. The mirror broke into dozens of shards, scattering at his feet, he didn’t care if his knuckles were permanently destroyed, it was the least of his worries.
He walked steadily through his room into Hermione's. She sat there on the edge of her bed, staring up at him as he entered. He grabbed her again and pushed her down on the bed. Straddling her so she couldn’t move.
“Do you like when people do this Hermione? You like being abused? You like people having no respect for you whatsoever? Treating you like a sex object. Is that what you want?” he said, his voice steadily raising. Bending down and kissing her hard on the lips
“It means nothing to you.”
“No Draco, get off, Draco it’s not like that”
“Then what is it? Why are you like this?”
“I can’t, just please Draco, I can’t, I need to, I have to, I HAVE TO DO IT” she was starting to cry.
“I HAVE TO DO IT. I HAVE TO DO IT. I HAVE TO DO IT.” Hermione screamed over and over again.
“I HAVE TO, HE’LL NEVER LEAVE MY SKIN, I HAVE TO, I HAVE TO GET HIM OFF ME” she screamed, punching against his chest, trying to get him off.
Her punches were weak, they were nothing to him, he stayed on top of her, watching her destruct, she was so beautiful, she was so fucked up.
“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS? TELL ME” he pleaded.
“just please get off me.” she whispered, her breathing shallow.
He got off, she kept punching him, she wanted to hurt him, she wanted to hurt anyone, but she was too weak. She was always too weak, she had been too weak before and she still was too weak. As she kept punching he grabbed her in his arms. His strong muscular arms, grabbed her and held on. Eventually the punching stopped. He squeezed her tighter, holding her closer, trying to feel her heart beat against his own.
She held on to him, her nails digging into his arms, forming little half moons all along.
“I can’t stop Draco, I can’t stop, I’m not going to stop, I need the contact, I need to feel.”
She whispered in his ear, still holding onto him for her life.
“And if you love me, and I know you do, do it for me. Settle my addiction”
He stared back at her, holding onto her. Eventually she fell asleep, he held onto her as she drifted away. And when he was sure she wouldn't wake, he bent over and whispered in her ear.
"I'll never use you. Not until you love me, like I love you."
And he let her go and tucked her back into her bed, his thoughts in turmoil. As he closed the door and settled himself in bed, her eyes opened and she whispered to no one.
“I do”
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(edited 05.22.08)
So happy.
So carefree.
That would explain Draco to anyone who happened to see him. Students must have actually paused to gape as Draco swung through the halls, whistling.
And in other news: Hermione was back.
Rumor had it that she'd been extremely sick. Of course all the girls who were jealous snickered that it was an std, but as for her friends, they were glad to see her again. In the afternoon you could see the trio laughing as they walked by the great lake, swigging butter beers they had snuck back from Hogsmeade, visiting Hagrid in his hut. And from the looks of her, you couldn’t tell that she had ever been sick, she rolled through the school with such energy, it was hard to explain.
All day Draco had been trying to find Hermione, to talk to her, to see her. But every time he came within distance she was going into class, or surrounded by her Potter and Weasel clan. It all made him sick, he sat at the end of his table, alone of course. Watching her from behind, the way she tossed back her hair, the way she licked her bottom lip. Images of her drenched hair, her wet skin pressed against his, flooded through his head. He smiled to himself, ignoring the looks the majority of the student population was giving him.
Lets be honest, since when did Draco Malfoy smile?
_________________________________________________
Draco didn’t get back to the heads common room until late at night, 11 to be exact. He had been studying at the library. Not his thing. He had to see her, to tell her everything he'd been thinking about. Dropping his books on the floor, he ran up to the stairs, taking three at a time, minimizing the distance between them. He stopped at her door, ready to knock, to let himself in.
“You’re so hot” came a low moan.
Draco slammed the door open to see Hermione, naked as usual, with a blonde haired boy pounding into her.
“Yeah Baby, just like that, god I can go so deep” the boy screamed, his head tilted back.
Hermione was biting his neck, leaving suction marks along his neckline, her eyes closed as she let her teeth do the work. The boys hand roamed her top freely, gaining easy access to her ample cleavage. The boy moaned her name, Hermione bit down harder, drawing blood as he came. He fell on top of her, panting deeply.
She slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room, her eyes resting on the open door. The open door where another boy stood, one with locks of silver and a look of complete rage.
“Draco” she whispered.
He turned and shut the door, going into his bedroom.
"Draco" she called out, louder. Pushing the random boy out of her, off of her. She pulled the door open, running into Draco's room.
He stood over his desk, staring down at some paper or another, or not really staring. His fists continuously pounding into the rapt wood, it seemed he was trying to make his fists bleed.
“Draco please” she whispered.
He whipped her around, nearly knocking her over as his arms swung around.
“What the fuck is your problem. Why are you such a whore? FUCK I MEAN FUCK! What the hell Hermione, what the hell, what’s wrong with you?” He screamed incoherently.
Grabbing her by arm and shaking her, shaking her as he lifted her off the floor.
Everything which preceded happened in a sort of blur.
For one, the random boy came running in, pulling Hermione out of Draco's clutch. And with that he punched Draco square in the jaw, sending him flying backwards. Before Draco had even begun to get up, the boy had begun swinging his fists at him.
“I better not see you lay another hand on her, pathetic little fuck” he yelled at the figure on the floor.
The boy raised his fist again, probably to punch Draco in the stomach. His fist was descending, about to make him bleed again, but someone caught it. Hermione caught it.
“Just go, please.”
“No way, I’m not leaving you with this creep.” He spat, pointing a long finger at Draco.
“PLEASE, I can take care of myself, just go, or… Just go” Hermione said exasperatedly, sinking onto the floor.
"You're sick Hermione, the both of you are"
He slowly lowered his hand, still staring at Draco, and walked out of the room, grabbing his belongings. She heard the door to the common room close with a heavy thud, leaving her alone with Draco on the stone floor.
She slowly eased her way towards him, his crouching figure on the floor, a blue bruise developing from where he was punched.
“Don’t touch me Hermione, just go” he hissed.
“But Draco, please, let me take care of you, let me-”
“JUST GO HERMIONE, THERE’S NOTHING MORE YOU CAN DO FOR ME” he shouted.
She ran out of the room, glancing at him as she turned.
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How could she do this to him, how could she? Draco wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, she fucking tore his heart to pieces. And the worst part, the cherry on top of the cake, was that Draco still loved her. No matter how many times she fucked around, and by now he was sure she’d slept with half the school, he still loved her. He stood up, jaw throbbing, and dragged his feet to the bathroom mirror. That punch would bruise if he didn’t heal it now, he took his wand and muttered a simple healing spell.
As he stared into the mirror, his eyes clouded up. No, he wouldn’t cry, he was already miserable at this point. Staring back at his reflection, the cold grey eyes locked with the ones in the mirror, he drew his fist and punched it. He was punching a lot of things these days. The mirror broke into dozens of shards, scattering at his feet, he didn’t care if his knuckles were permanently destroyed, it was the least of his worries.
He walked steadily through his room into Hermione's. She sat there on the edge of her bed, staring up at him as he entered. He grabbed her again and pushed her down on the bed. Straddling her so she couldn’t move.
“Do you like when people do this Hermione? You like being abused? You like people having no respect for you whatsoever? Treating you like a sex object. Is that what you want?” he said, his voice steadily raising. Bending down and kissing her hard on the lips
“It means nothing to you.”
“No Draco, get off, Draco it’s not like that”
“Then what is it? Why are you like this?”
“I can’t, just please Draco, I can’t, I need to, I have to, I HAVE TO DO IT” she was starting to cry.
“I HAVE TO DO IT. I HAVE TO DO IT. I HAVE TO DO IT.” Hermione screamed over and over again.
“I HAVE TO, HE’LL NEVER LEAVE MY SKIN, I HAVE TO, I HAVE TO GET HIM OFF ME” she screamed, punching against his chest, trying to get him off.
Her punches were weak, they were nothing to him, he stayed on top of her, watching her destruct, she was so beautiful, she was so fucked up.
“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS? TELL ME” he pleaded.
“just please get off me.” she whispered, her breathing shallow.
He got off, she kept punching him, she wanted to hurt him, she wanted to hurt anyone, but she was too weak. She was always too weak, she had been too weak before and she still was too weak. As she kept punching he grabbed her in his arms. His strong muscular arms, grabbed her and held on. Eventually the punching stopped. He squeezed her tighter, holding her closer, trying to feel her heart beat against his own.
She held on to him, her nails digging into his arms, forming little half moons all along.
“I can’t stop Draco, I can’t stop, I’m not going to stop, I need the contact, I need to feel.”
She whispered in his ear, still holding onto him for her life.
“And if you love me, and I know you do, do it for me. Settle my addiction”
He stared back at her, holding onto her. Eventually she fell asleep, he held onto her as she drifted away. And when he was sure she wouldn't wake, he bent over and whispered in her ear.
"I'll never use you. Not until you love me, like I love you."
And he let her go and tucked her back into her bed, his thoughts in turmoil. As he closed the door and settled himself in bed, her eyes opened and she whispered to no one.
“I do”
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(edited 05.22.08)