The Taste of Pain

Authors Notes: Hey guys, thanks for your patience. I've had a really busy last couple of weeks finishing school before the summer. I'll try to update a bit quicker now that things have died down a bit. Much love for all the feedback.


I never thought that I could fall like that, I never knew that I could hurt this bad. -Switchfoot

Chapter 4

Incarcerous


The bathwater had gone cold hours ago, the water was now tinted a light brown from all of the dirt and blood that had seeped out from her long brown curls and off her body. Hermione didn't dare move though, her body was scrubbed completely raw and a part of her feared the friction of the linoleum surface on her tender skin. She wasn't sure how long she had been laying in the bath tub, it could have been mere minutes, or hours. The only noise that could be heard throughout the large bathroom was the continuous drip of the faucet.


Drip Drip Drip


Her memory flashed and she saw Harry dangling lifelessly from the trees, his blood still dribbling softly onto the blood covered grass.


Drip Drip Drip


She saw the rain pelting the muddy ground across Hogwarts, the sound of feet skidding and sliding without traction on the wet mushy surface.


Drip Drip Drip

She heard her tears fall from her face onto the hard surface of the ballroom in the mansion as Malfoy penetrated her body over and over again.

Dark lashes fluttered as she heard a soft click in the adjoining room to the bathroom. A part of her knew she should be afraid now that Malfoy had returned, but she couldn't bring herself to feel anything.


Today is the day I died.


Hermione perked up her ears as she strained to listen to the movements on the other side of the door. The soft shuffle of papers and footsteps could be heard over the whisper of her breathing in the large bathroom. She silently prayed that he wouldn't try and breech what little privacy she had to her self. The thought of being unable to mourn her friends and family cause a chocked noise to escape her throat, the high pitched noise created an echo along the walls.


The realization of her mistake soon hit her when the shuffling stopped, then started towards the bathroom she was currently occupying. His footsteps stopped just outside of the door, the shadow of his shoes could be seen on the brilliant green tiles. She froze preparing for him to burst through the door and grab her, but instead a soft knock sounded off the tile.

“Granger?”


She dared not move, for what reason she did not know. There was no fleeing or escaping from the situation, but a part of her didn't want to give him the satisfaction of an answer. So she remained silent and still. “Make yourself decent, I'm coming in.” He growled.


“Malfoy, wait, don't.” She tensed and prepared for him to come barging in despite her plea, but she was only met with the sound of his soft chuckle. “Have it your way Granger, be out of there in five minutes, or I'll come and get you myself.” His voice trailed off as he backed away from the closed door.


The only thing she could do is sigh with a bit of relief and stood up from the murky water. Hermione glanced around and grabbed the soft white towel hanging from the hook by the side of the tub. She dried herself and quickly as possible, ignoring the soft thrum of pain that reverberated through her body from her injuries. The pain potion had worn off along with the heat from the bath.

After she was dry her trembling hands grabbed at the clothes Malfoy had supplied her and threw on the dress and knickers. Surprisingly the fit was decent, and she felt a bit better from washing the dirt and blood from her body. There was some things that couldn't be removed from something as simple as water and soap though. That thought echoed in the back of her mind as she padded softly across the cold tiles to the door.


Here goes nothing...


She opened the door slowly, as if expecting to be attacked from the other side, but she was only met with the sight of Draco sitting in one of the soft arm chairs near the fire with a glass of amber liquid hanging loosely from his right hand. He glanced up at her as she stopped in front of the open bathroom door, unsure of what to do.


She couldn't help but notice his eyes roam over her leisurely, his gaze completely calculating and cold. A shiver ran through her body, she could almost feel her blood freeze as thoughts of their previous encounter flashed in her memory.

Draco tore his gaze from her face and motioned over to the chair across from his. A steaming bowl of stew and and a soft slice of bread with some tea was placed on the small oak table that separated the armchairs. She refused to move despite his movement and his gaze hardened.


“Sit and eat Granger. I know you won't be able to consume much, but you will do as I say.” His voice was soft and commanding and her body instinctively took a step forward. Her secondary pause caused his jaw to tighten and she thought better of telling him off. After all, she was very hungry.

Hermione made her way over to the fire and sat on the edge of the chair staring sceptically at him. She grabbed a piece of the warm bread and chewed on it thoughtfully. He looked away from her and raised the glass to his lips and downed the drink in one quick gulp. She made a face at his movement.

“Do you make a habit of drinking that awful liquid like water Malfoy?” she scoffed. Draco turned his gaze back to her and smirked at her remark. “I don't know Granger, do you make a habit out of telling people how to drink and eat? I suppose you'll be doing a lot less of that now that Potter and Weasely aren't around.” His voice paused once the words had left his mouth at the sight of her reaction.


Hermione chocked a sob back and pushed the plate away from her in disgust. “Don't EVER mention them again, you have no right..” her voice was like ice and slowly trailed off as fresh tears started to pour down her face. Draco remained silent but moved to refill the glass the now empty glass that was in his hand. Instead of pouring it down his throat again he pushed the full glass towards her.


“Drink it. You need it.” He said.


She opened her mouth to tell him off, but instead she closed it and reached for the heavy crystal tumbler. There was no point in disagreeing at the moment. Deep down she knew that she wanted to eliminate her racing thoughts, even if it was just for a moment. She brought the glass to her lips and looked through her lashes over at Malfoy who looked at her with a blank expression. She threw back the dark liquid as quick as her throat would allow and instantly regretted it. She slammed the glass onto the table and coughed loudly when the burning sensation hit her throat and stomach.


Draco chuckled at her reaction and leaned back in the soft chair. “For someone who doesn't condone drinking you really threw that back Granger.” Once her coughing fit had subsided she found her voice. “Desperate times call for desperate measures Malfoy.” She felt a slow tingle move throughout her body as the alcohol moved through her blood stream. She already knew that it would go straight to her head since she had barely touched her food.


Hermione felt her body slowly relax and leaned back in the chair that felt much more comfortable all of the sudden. “Mafloy, where exactly will I be sleeping?” The words were out of her mouth before she even realized it. A blush spread at her own words.

He shifted and crossed his legs in front of him. His eyes shifted from her to the large bed that occupied the other side of the room then back to her. Her eyes widened, though deep down she already figured the sleeping arrangements would be as such.

“Oh, no no no, absolutely not Malfoy, you must be insane if you think I'll be staying in a bed with the likes of you. I'll sleep on the floor, or...” She was cut off before she could finish.


“You will do no such thing Granger.” He sneered.

Despite his cold tone she still detested. “I WILL NOT, there is nothing you could do to make me sleep with you Malfoy, nothing!” At her last word she stood quickly from the soft chair, staggering slightly from her intoxicated state. At her movement Draco was on her feet as well, prepared to do what was necessary for her compliance.

Fight or flight, flight isn't an option, well, here goes nothing.

With the swift movement of her arm she grabbed the crystal tumbler off the low table and proceeded to chuck it as hard and she could at the man across from her. Her aim was a bit off and the glass hit him on the side of his arm then fell to the floor with a loud crash, shattering at his feet and around the tables legs. He growled and stepped toward her, his feet crunching the hard crystal underneath his leather shoes. “Wrong move Granger.” he snarled.

Hermione wobbled on her feet and took off to the other side of the room as fast as her unsure legs would take her towards the four poster bed. She barely made it to the ledge before she was roughly pushed to the beds surface face down by strong arms from behind. Her mind whirled into gear and she began to struggle as hard as her small body would allow. Hermione swung her arms around in an attempt to hit him, but only succeeded in having her wrist grabbed and pushed roughly into her lower back. She felt a wand push roughly into her bruised wrists.


Draco leaned into her ear, his breath ragged and choppy. “Incarcerous.” he whispered.

She felt the rope wrap around her wrists and tighten at Malfoy's command. “Like I said before Granger, it's best you do as I say, now i'm going to have to punish you.” The edge to his voice made Hermione nervous despite the alcohol running in her bloodstream.


“I'm not scared of you Malfoy.” She spat. His lips smirked against her ear at her words. “Don't worry Granger, you will be.” He pushed his weight off of her and she moved her legs to move into a standing position. She barely shifted before his hands pushed her back down roughly. “Stay still, or I'll have no choice but to tie you to the bed.”

Hermione stopped struggling in fear of the alternative. She closed her eyes and willed her body to relax. Draco's hands moved from her lower back down the back of the modest black dress, his hands stopped at the hem of the dress and she felt her heart rate speed up.

“This is how it has to be Granger. You will sleep in my bed, otherwise the consequences could be dire. You'll be risking my life as well as your own.” With that he pushed his hands up the tops of her thighs bringing the hem of the dress over her slender hips and over the black knickers to her waist. She instinctively began to squirm again and was unprepared for what happened next.


WHACK


The sound of Malfoy's hand connecting with her covered bum reverberated throughout the entire room.
She opened her mouth to scream but only a soft gasp escaped her lips. She barely had time to recover before his foot kicked her legs apart and his palm connected with the soft flesh again.

WHACK WHACK WHACK


By this time she had found her voice at the sharp pain that hit her bottom half. “Stop! What are you doing!” She screamed. She desperately tried to wiggle off the bed but was only met with more slaps from his large hand. “Sit still and take your punishment like a good girl Granger.” his voice was controlled but there was a strain at her name.


WHACK WHACK WHACK


Hermione closed her eyes and gasped in pain. The spanking stopped for a moment and she couldn't help but tense in preparation from the next blow, but it did not come. She snapped her eyes open in shock and tears formed in the corners of her eyes at the slow realization that her traitorous body was reacting to the feeling of the slaps against her sensitive skin.

She knew that Malfoy would realize this too as his hands returned to her body slowly roaming over the burning flesh of her bum, then a bit lower where her soft cheeks met the back of her thighs.
She knew that he could feel her wetness running against the corner of her knickers. She could hear his harsh intake of breath when his hands stopped near her warm, wet center.


“Granger, I thought you would know better...” the strain in his voice was obvious and she choked at his soft words.


He leaned back into her body and removed his hands from her inner thighs. Draco pushed her hair away from the side of her face. She tried to bury her face in the soft comforter to avoid his gaze. He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear and released her hands with a non verbal spell. She made a move to escape but his hands help her hips firmly in place, her hands still trapped between their bodies.

“Get into bed Granger.” He whispered.


He pushed away from her quickly, as if her skin had burned him all of the sudden. He turned on his heel and stomped into the bathroom, the door slamming behind him. Hermione didn't move for a moment, her body and mind in complete shock at what had just happened.


Without a second thought she crawled onto the plush bed and pushed her feet and legs under the covers. She turned away from the bathroom door in fear of even seeing his face after what had just happened. The soft texture of the duvet felt like sandpaper against her sore bum, but she tried her best to find a comfortable position.

A part of her wanted to stay awake and aware for when he retuned to the room, but her eyes felt like lead against her raw cheeks. She didn't even hear the door open softly and the covers being pulled back, for she was already asleep. Darkness overtook her mind as a hand touched her cheek softly and brushed the hair from her face.



Authors Notes: Oh my! It's starting to get hot in here. Hold tight guys, there's more to come. Love the reviews :]