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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:
16
Views:
31,162
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Harry Potter series or fandom, nor do I make any profit from these stories. If you have bought this fanfic or seen it posted anywhere else, you have been RIPPED.
5
Hermione sat against the bed, her body aching in ways she never believed possible.
She had the sheet wrapped around her again.
If she moved, she felt it everywhere. If she moved, she felt the dried blood, the dried leftovers of his cum.
Disgusting. She needed to shower. She needed to escape.
Draco was watching her, and apparently she was supposed to eat the tray of food he had brought down to her.
If she didn’t, was he going to rape her again?
Looking at the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast with jam, she decided it was a better choice to eat.
She wanted to vomit again. Already she had vomited this morning in the bathroom, and he had been so angry at the reminder that she was pregnant that he had nearly raped her again. Nearly.
She didn’t know why he hadn’t.
Carefully she picked up a piece of toast and nibbled it, not knowing why he was doing this to her.
Malfoy had wanted to, that much was clear, but he couldn’t care for her. No one who cared for someone did this.
Draco sighed, then produced his wand. She froze, not sure what to expect, but he merely used it to clean her; he organized her hair the way it usually was, then stood.
“I’ll return in a few moments with some clothes.”
Where was he moving her?
She left the food, and stood so he could carefully heal her body with his wand. She was incredibly uncomfortable and shook wherever he touched her. But once that was finished, she quickly pulled away, with the bundle of clothes he had given her and hurried to the bathroom.
At least he couldn’t see her there.
Dressed, he inspected her for a minute, then led her into the hallway, shut the door, and locked it.
Turning then, he raised his wand and murmured the Immobulus Charm.
Frozen, she waited, unsure if he was going to kill her now and make it look like an accident, or do far worse things.
Of course, it was the latter, because he murmured, “Obliviate.”
She had the sheet wrapped around her again.
If she moved, she felt it everywhere. If she moved, she felt the dried blood, the dried leftovers of his cum.
Disgusting. She needed to shower. She needed to escape.
Draco was watching her, and apparently she was supposed to eat the tray of food he had brought down to her.
If she didn’t, was he going to rape her again?
Looking at the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast with jam, she decided it was a better choice to eat.
She wanted to vomit again. Already she had vomited this morning in the bathroom, and he had been so angry at the reminder that she was pregnant that he had nearly raped her again. Nearly.
She didn’t know why he hadn’t.
Carefully she picked up a piece of toast and nibbled it, not knowing why he was doing this to her.
Malfoy had wanted to, that much was clear, but he couldn’t care for her. No one who cared for someone did this.
Draco sighed, then produced his wand. She froze, not sure what to expect, but he merely used it to clean her; he organized her hair the way it usually was, then stood.
“I’ll return in a few moments with some clothes.”
Where was he moving her?
She left the food, and stood so he could carefully heal her body with his wand. She was incredibly uncomfortable and shook wherever he touched her. But once that was finished, she quickly pulled away, with the bundle of clothes he had given her and hurried to the bathroom.
At least he couldn’t see her there.
Dressed, he inspected her for a minute, then led her into the hallway, shut the door, and locked it.
Turning then, he raised his wand and murmured the Immobulus Charm.
Frozen, she waited, unsure if he was going to kill her now and make it look like an accident, or do far worse things.
Of course, it was the latter, because he murmured, “Obliviate.”