Deception
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
42,334
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
5
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I do not own the Harry Potter characters or related franchises. I do not make any money from these stories.
Eleventh Hour
When it began to rain, Hermione didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.
She laughed.
But her voice broke, and soon she was crying. Did she really have any tears left? She was always amazed when they kept coming. What was that saying? I must have cried a million buckets of tears.
Ha! She was absolutely hopeless. Broken. He won.
‘Admit you need me.’
She was laying on her side, feeling defeated and tired.
Distantly, she wondered what Ginny was doing.
Had Ginny even sent for her?
What a fool she was.
‘I know you are tired.’
She was very tired.
‘All you have to do is submit to me. Fear me. And I will love you…’
She stared into the darkness. Never alone, it seemed.
‘I don’t love you,’ She whispered.
‘I don’t require love.’
‘But you want it.’
He did not reply.
She smiled bitterly.
‘I hate you.’
‘I want you.’
Hermione shrugged helplessly. Would she be any worse off with him? At least she had never been alone. At least she knew what to expect.
‘Will you help me locate my friend?’
‘Will you become mine?’
Silly way to say it, she thought. She was already his. This entire ‘thing’ was just an illusion. She wasn’t stupid. She didn’t think he would have let her go, even if she managed to remain away from a month. She saw that now.
He was the type of person who could easily break a promise, and she was not.
She was not going to win.
Hermione could feel the last vestiges of her pride slipping away, along with her resistance.
‘If you help me, I promise to be what you want. You want me willing, right? Sure. Fine. Whatever. I can do that.’ She could see the last bit of herself, the girl who used to laugh and joke and smile with friends before everything went to shit…she could see that girl, and Hermione saw now that she was just a memory.
Gone. Dead. She was something else. Something weak and frightened but most of all tired.
‘I will assist you for this night. Do we have an agreement?’
She dug her hands into the soft earth, squeezing. ‘Y-yes.’
Hermione did not know what she expected. Perhaps that he would make himself visible. A grin of triumph on his face.
She did not expect him to fuck her.
Or rather, the reverse.
He did not crash into her, he very carefully touched her body. She was familiar now with him.
‘Stand.’
She stood, wary.
And then she barely managed to suppress a gasp.
He pulled her shoes off. She managed to grap onto him for support. Her shoes were gone.
Then he jerked her jeans down.
In the pitch black dark, it was frightening. Her heart was pounding.
Then he pulled her towards him.
And down they went.
‘D-Draco--?
‘He was sitting cross-legged.
And he was pulling her down…
So that she straddled him.
She realized what he was doing, what he intended, and was shocked, because they had to help Ginny, but before she could say anything he was slowly pulling her hips down.
Filling her inch, by inch.
The only sounds that she could hear were her own gasps, his faster, but light breathing. The forest was silent. It was like being in a void where only they lived.
She knew without him asking what he wanted.
This was a confirmation. That she was truly going to be willing.
She was glad he could not see her face. She felt like the last bit of purity in her was being taken by him.
I am soiled. There is no going back, Hermione.
She was clumsy, because she had never done this before. She felt him straining for control, patiently letting her take the lead when all he wanted to was to pummel her with his dick.
She placed her hands on his shoulders—was she doing it right?—it was different when you were the one in control.
His hands were on her hips, and she came up, and then back down—
It…felt nice.
And when she did it the second time, it felt…amazing.
There was something about this position that made it easier for her body to hit his pelvis.
She released a loud, mewling sound as she began to pump her own hips up and down, desperately seeking her own orgrasm—
His cock…so good…she needed…
His claws dug into her, she knew she would have bruises later—
And then her clit couldn’t take it anymore and she was sobbing, creaming all over his cock as her pussy lips clenched around him.
He pulled her against his chest. She was dizzy, and he held her. Until her breathing came under control.
He kissed her lightly. Softly.
She whimpered.
And hesitantly, she kissed back.
Draco growled.
He hissed, frantically attacking her with his tongue.
He lifted her and pushed her to her knees, and before she knew it, he was thrusting in and out of her. Fast. Hard.
She was having trouble holding herself up with her arms. She fell, so that she lay flat on her belly.
He kept fucking her, filling her with cock, shooting her full of cum even as he sunk his teeth into her neck, sending her over the edge yet again.
He purred, satisfied, and began to drop light kisses against her neck, her head, her ear.
‘Now let us find this ‘friend’…’
She laughed.
But her voice broke, and soon she was crying. Did she really have any tears left? She was always amazed when they kept coming. What was that saying? I must have cried a million buckets of tears.
Ha! She was absolutely hopeless. Broken. He won.
‘Admit you need me.’
She was laying on her side, feeling defeated and tired.
Distantly, she wondered what Ginny was doing.
Had Ginny even sent for her?
What a fool she was.
‘I know you are tired.’
She was very tired.
‘All you have to do is submit to me. Fear me. And I will love you…’
She stared into the darkness. Never alone, it seemed.
‘I don’t love you,’ She whispered.
‘I don’t require love.’
‘But you want it.’
He did not reply.
She smiled bitterly.
‘I hate you.’
‘I want you.’
Hermione shrugged helplessly. Would she be any worse off with him? At least she had never been alone. At least she knew what to expect.
‘Will you help me locate my friend?’
‘Will you become mine?’
Silly way to say it, she thought. She was already his. This entire ‘thing’ was just an illusion. She wasn’t stupid. She didn’t think he would have let her go, even if she managed to remain away from a month. She saw that now.
He was the type of person who could easily break a promise, and she was not.
She was not going to win.
Hermione could feel the last vestiges of her pride slipping away, along with her resistance.
‘If you help me, I promise to be what you want. You want me willing, right? Sure. Fine. Whatever. I can do that.’ She could see the last bit of herself, the girl who used to laugh and joke and smile with friends before everything went to shit…she could see that girl, and Hermione saw now that she was just a memory.
Gone. Dead. She was something else. Something weak and frightened but most of all tired.
‘I will assist you for this night. Do we have an agreement?’
She dug her hands into the soft earth, squeezing. ‘Y-yes.’
Hermione did not know what she expected. Perhaps that he would make himself visible. A grin of triumph on his face.
She did not expect him to fuck her.
Or rather, the reverse.
He did not crash into her, he very carefully touched her body. She was familiar now with him.
‘Stand.’
She stood, wary.
And then she barely managed to suppress a gasp.
He pulled her shoes off. She managed to grap onto him for support. Her shoes were gone.
Then he jerked her jeans down.
In the pitch black dark, it was frightening. Her heart was pounding.
Then he pulled her towards him.
And down they went.
‘D-Draco--?
‘He was sitting cross-legged.
And he was pulling her down…
So that she straddled him.
She realized what he was doing, what he intended, and was shocked, because they had to help Ginny, but before she could say anything he was slowly pulling her hips down.
Filling her inch, by inch.
The only sounds that she could hear were her own gasps, his faster, but light breathing. The forest was silent. It was like being in a void where only they lived.
She knew without him asking what he wanted.
This was a confirmation. That she was truly going to be willing.
She was glad he could not see her face. She felt like the last bit of purity in her was being taken by him.
I am soiled. There is no going back, Hermione.
She was clumsy, because she had never done this before. She felt him straining for control, patiently letting her take the lead when all he wanted to was to pummel her with his dick.
She placed her hands on his shoulders—was she doing it right?—it was different when you were the one in control.
His hands were on her hips, and she came up, and then back down—
It…felt nice.
And when she did it the second time, it felt…amazing.
There was something about this position that made it easier for her body to hit his pelvis.
She released a loud, mewling sound as she began to pump her own hips up and down, desperately seeking her own orgrasm—
His cock…so good…she needed…
His claws dug into her, she knew she would have bruises later—
And then her clit couldn’t take it anymore and she was sobbing, creaming all over his cock as her pussy lips clenched around him.
He pulled her against his chest. She was dizzy, and he held her. Until her breathing came under control.
He kissed her lightly. Softly.
She whimpered.
And hesitantly, she kissed back.
Draco growled.
He hissed, frantically attacking her with his tongue.
He lifted her and pushed her to her knees, and before she knew it, he was thrusting in and out of her. Fast. Hard.
She was having trouble holding herself up with her arms. She fell, so that she lay flat on her belly.
He kept fucking her, filling her with cock, shooting her full of cum even as he sunk his teeth into her neck, sending her over the edge yet again.
He purred, satisfied, and began to drop light kisses against her neck, her head, her ear.
‘Now let us find this ‘friend’…’