Deception
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Chapters:
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Currently Reading:
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
42,342
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.
Defeat
Hermione let Draco bathe her.
It diffused his anger, and she did not think she would not get the stench of blood sludge off of her any other way. She doubted she would ever be clean again, but at least she had the illusion.
Because Hermione was tainted.
She was choosing…surrender.
The last few days were enough to persuade her that her attempts to improve her situation, be it through escape or bargaining, led only disastrous results. It was dangerous, not merely for herself and her unborn child but for anyone that she may care about.
Ginny was in all likelihood dead, because Hermione acted based on what she was ‘right’.
But Draco was the right one.
She lived in a fairy tale, where you did what was right. You saved others—and even the deaths of Harry and Ron and everyone else she knew and loved had still not taught her that when you went up against evil there was no real happy ending.
Her friends managed to stop Lord Voldemort and a few death eaters, but evil never died. It lived on. It manifested itself in different ways.
After all, didn’t everyone think there way was the right way?
She shivered, trying to remain unaffected as Draco began to sponge between her thighs. It was near impossible.
Her thoughts were cloudy the last few months, stuck in a fantasy land.
Draco was not a good person. In fact, she would find few who would disagree with the conclusion that he was a twisted, evil bastard.
But he was convinced he was doing what was best.
Hermione’s ‘do the good thing’ seemed to have led to the life of another dear friend.
Yet again affirming that she was, in fact, wrong. Wasn’t she?
She couldn’t be right.
That was her downfall. She spent years being told she was right.
But now, now everything she did was wrong. Because Hermione didn’t know how to make choices that didn’t hurt others.
At least with Draco no one should die. How could she hurt anyone if she lived here, in isolation?
‘Just give in, Hermione,’
Draco’s voice was otherworldly, his tongue running up her arm.
She shivered.
‘You can only bring misfortune to others if you leave….’
He kissed her neck, and she felt the tip of his fangs, ‘I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. Let me take on that responsibility…You know its best….’
He sunk his teeth into her throat and she moaned.
Yes…he was probably right.
She should just….
He sunk his teeth into her throat and she moaned.
Yes…he was probably right.
She should just….
Yesssssssss
Her back against his hard body, she felt her nails digging into his thighs as he carefully slid his dick into her…so full.
She was afraid she couldn’t take it.
And he began to fuck her.
In and out.
Out and in.
Water splashed out of the bath.
She released a high-pitched sob as back to back orgasms washed over her.
He tongued the little holes he had made in her neck…
And then turned her so that she faced him, tits smashing against his chest, and his lips curled into a serpentine grin. Because he was going to fuck her all over again.
It diffused his anger, and she did not think she would not get the stench of blood sludge off of her any other way. She doubted she would ever be clean again, but at least she had the illusion.
Because Hermione was tainted.
She was choosing…surrender.
The last few days were enough to persuade her that her attempts to improve her situation, be it through escape or bargaining, led only disastrous results. It was dangerous, not merely for herself and her unborn child but for anyone that she may care about.
Ginny was in all likelihood dead, because Hermione acted based on what she was ‘right’.
But Draco was the right one.
She lived in a fairy tale, where you did what was right. You saved others—and even the deaths of Harry and Ron and everyone else she knew and loved had still not taught her that when you went up against evil there was no real happy ending.
Her friends managed to stop Lord Voldemort and a few death eaters, but evil never died. It lived on. It manifested itself in different ways.
After all, didn’t everyone think there way was the right way?
She shivered, trying to remain unaffected as Draco began to sponge between her thighs. It was near impossible.
Her thoughts were cloudy the last few months, stuck in a fantasy land.
Draco was not a good person. In fact, she would find few who would disagree with the conclusion that he was a twisted, evil bastard.
But he was convinced he was doing what was best.
Hermione’s ‘do the good thing’ seemed to have led to the life of another dear friend.
Yet again affirming that she was, in fact, wrong. Wasn’t she?
She couldn’t be right.
That was her downfall. She spent years being told she was right.
But now, now everything she did was wrong. Because Hermione didn’t know how to make choices that didn’t hurt others.
At least with Draco no one should die. How could she hurt anyone if she lived here, in isolation?
‘Just give in, Hermione,’
Draco’s voice was otherworldly, his tongue running up her arm.
She shivered.
‘You can only bring misfortune to others if you leave….’
He kissed her neck, and she felt the tip of his fangs, ‘I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. Let me take on that responsibility…You know its best….’
He sunk his teeth into her throat and she moaned.
Yes…he was probably right.
She should just….
He sunk his teeth into her throat and she moaned.
Yes…he was probably right.
She should just….
Yesssssssss
Her back against his hard body, she felt her nails digging into his thighs as he carefully slid his dick into her…so full.
She was afraid she couldn’t take it.
And he began to fuck her.
In and out.
Out and in.
Water splashed out of the bath.
She released a high-pitched sob as back to back orgasms washed over her.
He tongued the little holes he had made in her neck…
And then turned her so that she faced him, tits smashing against his chest, and his lips curled into a serpentine grin. Because he was going to fuck her all over again.