Another way of life

Chapter 4.

At first, Draco was amazed to see Hermione fainted by the raw-blow orgasm. He looked to her face breathless and shook her to wake her up, but when she didn’t, Draco fretted. Reaching his wand, he dissapeared the ropes on her wrists and the bleed increased, leaving her tired and bloodied arms fell limp on the bed. Then, Draco turned to see between her legs; her blood made a gush under her... he looked down to himself and he was soaked from stomach to knees of her blood. His member still hard and large. He reversed the charm on his cock and it’s appereance got back to normal... but the blood was still there. Applying a scourgify charm on himself, pointed his wand to Hermione.

“Enervate.” But she was still unconcious. Draco did it three more times, with not succeed and he was scared that he hurted her more than he thought he would. “Granger” he shook her “Granger... wake up... Granger?”... Hermione?” but she didn’t respond or move “Hey, Hermione... please, wake up... ¡Damn it! ¡Baby!... ¡Come on!” he slapped her face not too hard but didn’t work either “Oh, Merlin... ¿What did I do?... Don’t, please” he shook her shoulders, roughly this time “Don’t... don’t die, Hermione...” then, screaming, called out to his house-elf “¡Coxtix! ¡Damn it! ¡Come here right now!”

In a pop, the house-elf apparated and bowed.

“¿Did you call Coxtix, Master?”

“¡Yes! Come here. Heal her.” Draco ordered to the elf pointing Hermione’s limp body and Coxtix approached to the bed, and worked instantly the girl’s wounds. Draco stood up and gathered his clothes to get dressed, watching the elf’s worK “¿Is she going to die?” his voice quivered just a bit, almost undetectable.

“No, Master.” The elf replied still on his work “But miss will need time to heal, master. I do help to replinish miss’ blood, master.”

“Fine.” barked Draco, letting his body fell on a chair, watching quietly. He had to agree with his aunt Bella; Coxtix was the most efficient house-elf. Draco saw when the elf dissapeared and reappeared in seconds with a blood replinishing potion and gave it to an unconcious Hermione.

In less than half an hour, the elf healed the girl, changed the sheets and mattress replacing them with cleaned ones and laying the girl under them.

“It is done, Master.”

“Well done, Coxtix. Now, go.”

The elf bowed again and was about to leave when Draco called again.

“Coxtix, ¿Where’s my aunt?”

“Mrs. Bellatrix is sleeping, master.”

“¿And the rest?”

“Masters Rodolphus and Avery are with misstress, Master Draco.” At this, Draco made a face of disgust.

“And the others?”

“In their rounds, Master.”

“Fine, bring me some food here. If someone ask for me, say that I’m indisposed and to not disturb me. ¿When is she going to wake?” pointed to Hermione with a finger.

“Maybe in five hours, Master.”

“Fine. Now, go and do as I said.”

The house-elf bowed and left.

Draco stood there, seated on the chair, looking in silence Hermione’s form. He was almost regretting what he had done to her... replaying in his mind every movement, taste and sound emanatting from the girl... and how she sucumbed to his display.

He was so inmersed in his thoughts that didn’t see the elf appearing with food and dissapearing instants later, leaving a tray on the bedside table. He just stared to Hermione’s face, and thought that she looked like an angel... sleeping so peaceful... so beautiful. The emotions he was experiencing were scaring him. Not only because he had felt attracted to her, but to realize that she meant something that couldn’t place... and even that, he hurted her... and felt responsible for it. ¡Of course it was for him! He forced himself into her with no respect at all... and all he had wanted, was her surrender. He didn’t know if it was love... all he knew is that she was his, and his alone. ‘How stupid Potter and Weasel were’ he thought sincerely, ‘an angel between them and they never knew... what they had lost...’

He started to eat in silence, looking at the girl under the mattress, thinking on her body... her moans... her pleads... her smell... Mmmhh... her taste... her movements... her yells. What really made him feel like shit, was made her bleed... he had wanted something completely different. Though, he didn’t know exactly what.

Draco sighed sadly ‘This could have been better... if she only had wanted me back...’ and thinking that, he finished his meal, leaving toasts, butter and a bit of chicken. Standing, he pointed with his wand to the spoon, knife and fork, the tray and the plate, each one dissapearing. Draco approached to Hermione’s form and bent down to her ear.

“You’re so beautiful... please, forgive me, Hermione... my Hermione.” He whispered softly and kissed he forehead tenderly. When he left, closed the door, placing the strongers locking charms he knew and went to his bedroom...

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When Hermione woke up. blinked a few times. She was desorientated to say the least. She felt that her weight was more heavy than ever. She tried to move her fingers but she winced in pain, though she found that she wasn’t tied anymore. Her vision was a blur... and she didn’t remember why.

Finally, Hermione got back her memories... and her eyes wattered. She just remembered being raped... painfully. And what was worse, was the fact that she enjoyed such a tratement... like she was a whore. Hermione felt being like a piece of rubbish. Slowly she replayed everything; his touch... he touched parts of her she never imagined to be so pleasurable... his dirty words... his moans... his way of treating a girl while fucking her... Fuck her. That’s what she was for? No man had placed a finger on her before, even less in that way... until that moment.

Her weak body hurted like hell and just trying to move her fingers was unbearable. When she touched her pussy, grunted at the pain. She wasn’t bleeding anymore but still hurted. ‘I feel abandoned... no one knows where I am, not even that I’m alive... if this can be call ‘alive’... ¿What will be of me from now on? No one cares... no one ever cared about me... maybe if I’m good with Malfoy, he’ll be merciful and kill me soon.’

Like summoned, the door made few noises and a second later it opened, revealing a tall figure in the shadows. She turned to see Draco Malfoy entering the room, closing the door and charmed it to privacy.

It had passed almost eight hours since he left, and even when he tried to sleep, couldn’t. His mind was spinning with what he had done to Hermione.

“¿How do you feel?” Draco asked, his voice was unreadable. He was looking at her when she moved her hands from her face... a face that showed fear, her eyes red from crying. Hermione looked at him surprised, ‘¿Was he asking how I feel?’. She took her time to reply.

“My-my body hurts.”

“¿Why don’t you eat?” he asked poiting to the table. She turned to see the toast and butter... and chiken. She gulped and licked her lips.

“I-I just woke up.”

“Then eat... you need it.”

“No... thank you.”

“but you must... you’re weak.”

“No. I don’t care. I don’t need food.” Hermione turned her head to not see his eyes. They were cold to her.

“You must.”

Hermione shooked her head. The tone of his voice was one that told her to eat to continue the hell in what she was placed. She was starving. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate, and wished to munch something in that moment, but all her pride and dignity was ripped off and the only thing she really wanted was die. Draco frowned and put a hand over her head to stroke her hair, making her wince. His hand ran to her shoulders, touching her smooth skin, and then her arm fondly, to him anyway. He looked intensely into her eyes and she opened them in horror, thinking that he was there for another round. Scared, Hermione saw him approach to where she was. Her first reaction was move over the bed to the edge, wincing in pain as her muscles protested. The small effort she did made her pant.

Never leaving her eyes, Draco seated on the other edge of the bed and reach out a hand to touch her. She responded moving away from his grasp and the bed ended. Screeching, she fell over, rolling to the floor. Her panting was now desperated. When Draco saw her fell, more quickly than he normally moves, stood and ran where she was. Kneeling at her side she turned to look at him and her body shook in fear. She braced her body with the mattress she had took to the floor, recoiling like a scared puppy.

“No... no, please... don’t.” She whispered in fear when he was about to touch her face.

If he had felt like shit, now he felt sick with himself. Until that moment, he thought everything would be fine. He hadn’t had the intention to apologize... but not to hurt her anymore. Right now, all he wanted was hug her, because it was something that his senses were yelling for. Draco took her softly in his strong arms and carried her. With her hands covered her face and he tightened his arms to let her feel his body, but she trembled furiously at this.

Without a word, he carried Hermione and placed her over the bed again gently. He laid her down and covered with the mattress. She was still trembling and hadn’t removed her hands from her face, the tears leaked out between her fingers. Draco, seated again on the edge of the bed, looked to the bedside table; the food was still there.

“If you’re here to fuck me again, then do it.”

“¿What? No... I- but you’re just healing...” stuttered Draco taking aback by her comment.

“Like you care.”

Draco frowned again. He laid his body next to her and passed an arm over her stomach. She moved away from him. Evidently, she wanted nothing with him.

“I do care.”

Hermione turned to see him; his grey eyes stared into hers, trying to say he wasn’t there for that... he wanted to apologize for being so rude and cruel, but couldn’t find the words.

“I can’t belive you... not you or anyone else care. Don’t tell me to eat... you just want my recover... to have your way with me again. You don’t need it... just do it, but... when you finish, please... kill me.”

Nothing in his life had prepared him to hear that... even less from her. In Hermione’s eyes he saw conviction and sadness... her eyes lost the beautiful sparks in them. In that moment he realised what he really had done to her. All the lust his features showed hours ago, gone.

“¿What?”

“You heard me... fuck me the way you want and kill me. I have nothing else to ask for... please.”

“I’m not going to do any of that.”

“Yeah...” she sighed “I figured that much. I figured you want your... personal whore. Kill me is just like throw me away like a piece of trash. You’ll do when you find someone to replace my body, when it’s bathered enough, until I’m no longer needed.”

“You’re not yourself. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Draco hugged her body against his and were face to face while she trembled uncontrolably. Against what she was expecting, she felt safe in his arms. The warmth in his body passed to her like a comforting blanket, and still, she didn’t know why. She started to cry and sob... and Draco held her tenderly, caressing her back through the mattress up and down to calm her.

For a while she cried, until sleep claimed her senses. In his arms, Hermione fell asleep, her breaths told him she was resting. Slowly he fell too. The comfort to have her in his arms was something sweet, made him feel almost in peace... something he experienced only when his mother was with him.

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Draco didn’t know how long he slept, bracing Hermione sweetly, but he awoke startled when the door opened, banging against the wall. Hermione jumped at the noise, awakening as startled as Draco, full of fear, noticing she was still in his arms.

“¡OH!” cried a female voice. It was Bellatrix. “I didn’t know you were here, darling.” She smirked at Draco, whom looked back to her puzzled. “I just came here...” her eyes traveled from Draco to Hermione, instantly scaring the girl. “... to have fun.”

“¿What do you mean?” asked Draco sitting on the bed, placing an arm to protect the trembling girl.

“Well” Bella began to speak like she was talking about nothing special. She entered the room... and behind her, Rodolphus Lestrange, who closed the door behind him. “I’ve been informed that you just finished with her.”

“¿According to whom?”

“Coxtix. I asked him. So, I thought Rodolphus and I could have a fun with the mudblood, now that you disposed of her at your whim.”

“Then, you’re wrong.”

“¿What?” asked Rodolphus suddenly harsh.

“I said, you’re wrong. She’s mine.”

“My dear nephew, I know she’s yours... but I have other plans for her. I promise we’ll bringer back to you, she’s yours after all.”

“No.”

“¿Pardon me?”

“I said no. Leave us alone.” Draco gritted his teeth as a sign that he wasn’t kidding.

“Well... I’m afraid you don’t understand” replied Rodolphus, his voice threatening. Bella and him stood up at each side of the bed. Bella looking to Draco and Rodolphus glancing at Hermione, who clutched Draco’s shirt. He felt her tense, trembling from head to toes. “We are going to take her to our room, whether you like it or not.” And with that, Rodolphus gripped Hermione’s arms and she yelped at the sudden painful reaction. Draco lunged at the tall bulky man and was going to punch him but then, he fell on the bed frozen. Bellatrix pointed to him with her wand, effectively freezing his body while Hermione’s hands released Draco’s shirt.

“¡NO! ¡DON’T!” yelled the girl trying to fight the bulky man when he took her in his arms and carried her out of the room, leaving Bella and Draco in there.

Draco watched his uncle taking a naked Hermione out, he could hear her yelling and screaming and crying. He wanted to sceam too. Something inside him told him to run and rescue the girl... to protect her...

Bellatrix turned his back to the bed. He was frozen and could only see the sick features of the old witch telling him about her intentions.

“You fondled the mudblood... she must be really a good piece of meat... just like you.” Said Bella seductively. “I’ll let your uncle have fun with her. Meanwhile, you and I will have our own.” Since he couldn’t move or speak, Bella smiled down at him and opened her large black robes to reveal her naked body. Draco saw in disgust her body full of marks and cuts... nickies all over her... bruises... all of them seemed to be recently added. Her breasts may could have been rounded, but she was still an old gag. Before him. She pinched her nipples teasingly, moaning while she fingered her clit, licking her lips.

Once she turned herself on, crawled the bed up to his chest and ripped off the shirt of the blond , and with her large nails scratched the skin of Draco’s body from his neck to his belt, which she wipped off expertly. The touch on his skin made him hard unconciously, something that made bella almost drool. Fastening the button of his pants, she pulled the shoes, pants and boxers, revealing Draco’s hard, large member. “¡Yummy!” exclaimed Bella and bent down to kiss the head of his cock, lapping it with her tongue. Draco closed his eyes feeling the wet tongue of his aunt toying with his cock and her fingers grazing the skin of it’s lenght.

The sensation of his cock being licked, made his guts squirm and wanted to let out a moan, but frozen as he was, couldn’t. He tried to fight the arouse in him, but found that his body was reacting at the stimulations... and what was worse; he was hearing Hermione crying loudly... and screaming. Then, he felt a finger in his annus... then two fingers... Bella was fucking him while sucking his cock very proficently. Humming, Bella brought Draco to a release, the milky esence leaking in spurts ans she, delighted, licked it off.

“Mmmhh... delicious” she commented “Mmmhh... but I’m not finished...” Bella took his now flat cock and squeezed it a bit hard, and it was regrowing again. Fasinated by that, she stimulated him once again, holding his penis with her fist pumping him while her other hand found his balls and began to massaged them in accord of her other hand.

The only thing Draco could think at that moment was Hermione. He could heard her cries... and them, a horriblew scream.

How he did it? He didn’t know, but his magic could lift the charm off, collecting his will to cancel it and punched Bellatrix hard on the nose just when she was about to fuck him. The punch made her fly off the bed and landed on the cold floor with a loud ‘crack’. Bellatrix was knocked off. With his bit of strenght after his performance, he put back his boxers, took his wand, tied the unconcious aunt and ran in search of Hermione.

Running through the hall, following the noises of the girl, Draco reached a door at the end of a corridor. Draco cursed the heavens. The door was seealed with dark magic that he didn’t perform before, but fought against the locking charm placed, ten times stronger than the normal one.

When Draco couldn’t open it, he swore again, kicking the door. Then thought of another way to get in.

“¡Coxtix!” the house-elf appeared with a ‘pop’ and bowed to Draco

“¿Master Draco called?”

“Yes. There’s another way to get into this room?” said Draco pointing at the door. The yells coming from the inside louder and louder.

“No, sir.”

“¡Damn it! Then, you can open the door.”

“Yes, Master.”

“¡Then, do it now!”

Coxtix bowed and, with his magic, opened the door instantly. Draco bursted in and found Hermione hanging from chains on the ceiling, her bloodied back to the door and Rodolphus hitting the girl with a whip, the tip had a nail dripping blood. Before his uncle turned completely to see Draco, he cursed him with the cruciatus and the bulky man fell on the floor writhing in pain. After three long minutes, Draco lifted the curse, stunned and tied his uncle and ran to Hermione’s side.

She was panting and blood was leaking from her forehead and mouth mixed with tears. Draco released her from the chains and her body dropped to the floor, weakened from the torture. He catched her head before it banged. Hermione looked at him crying and with a swollen eye. Then, he turned to the house-elf, that was standing under the door frame.

“¡Coxtix! ¡Heal her! ¡Fast!”

The elf bowed again and tended Hermione’s injuries. The blood stop flowing and continued the treatment. Ten minutes later, the only marks on Hermmione’s body were purple bruises. Draco summoned clothes for her and himself and helped her to get dressed in his mother’s robes. Once she finished, Draco seated her in a chair on the corner and he himself dressed with a t-shirt, jeans and a cloak.

“Coxtix... ¿Where are the rest?”

“On the floor above, sir. Two death-eaters. The other six are in their rounds on the grounds, sir.”

“¿Do you know where we are?”

“Yes, sir. We’re out of Kent, Master.”

“¿Can you guide us out of here without being seen?”

“Yes, master but... Master and Misstress...”

“As far as I’m concerned, they may as well be damned!”

“But misstress will punish Coxtix, sir.”

“Then, come with us. We need you.”

“But_”

“¡It’s an order, damn it!”

“As you wish, Master Draco.”

“¿What do we do now?” asked Draco. Coxtix signaled to take Hermione, that the whole time was seated trembling and sobbing.

“¿Where are we going?” whispered Hermione while Draco carried her in his arms. She leaned over his chest, trying to find some comfort.

“Out and far from here.”

“But ¿Why? ¿Where?”

“Don’t ask. Just trust me.” Draco stared at her tearing eyes and she stared back with fear. Sighing, she nodded in acceptance. “Guide us, Coxtix.”

With that order, Coxtix took Draco’s shirt and flicking his bony fingers, the elf, Draco and Hermione dissaparated.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. Hope you all liked this chapter. I already read the seventh book... I’m quite dissapointed with the end, aside from that, it was amainzingly exciting!!! My next chapter it’s not going to be a hot one, but it’ll come next week.