Save Me From My Pain

Chapter Six: The Night She Realized Why

Hermione took a shower after Malfoy left that afternoon. She wasn’t going to dress up for him, but she at least wanted to be clean. This would be the first time he’d call her since he raped her, he’d just been visiting her all the time at her house when no one else would be around. She got out of the shower and put on a pair of comfortable sweat pants and a t-shirt. She didn’t wear any of her robes because she just wanted to be comfortable. She threw her hair up into a messy bun without bothering to dry it first. Hermione went into her office and pulled down one of her potions books.

“The contraceptive potion has got to be in here somewhere! Ah-ha! There it is.” Hermione quickly pulled out the simple ingredients and brewed the potion. It said it had to simmer for at least 30 minutes before taking it, so Hermione let it sit.

At around 7 o’clock, Hermione made herself a light salad, not wanting to eat too much in case he made her regurgitate her food. Once she finished her salad, she went back into her office with a cup in her hand and poured some of the pale blue potion into it. She drank quickly, surprised at the slight blueberry taste to it.

Hermione was watching the clock and at exactly 8 o’clock she felt the familiar tug at her navel. She closed her eyes, waiting for the spinning to stop and when it did she felt a little dizzy.

“Now, now, now Granger, I know you are not incompetent and you can follow simple instructions.”

Hermione opened her eyes. She was in “her” room at Malfoy’s. Draco was sitting at a table that was set with beautiful dishes (each covered with a silver lid) and a vase with black roses in the middle. He was dressed in black dress robes with a black rose in his hand.

“I thought I told you to dress nice?”

She responded by glaring at him.

“You are aware that your actions deserve punishment?”

She kept glaring at him and was not at all expecting what happened next. He raised his wand to her.

“Crucio.” He kept the curse on her for only a few seconds, but the moment the curse hit her she felt as though a million knives were piercing her skin and she collapsed to the floor. She felt no time and was greatly relieved when he lifted the curse from her.

“That’s just a small taste of what will happen if you don’t follow orders next time.”

She stayed on the ground, not wanting to see him. She heard him mutter something and felt her clothing change. She looked down and saw that she was now wearing a Muggle formal dress. It was a deep red formfitting dress. It had spaghetti straps and a low bust line. It was tight from the top to her hips, the flowed out down her legs.

“Stand up.” She considered not listening to him, but decided that she didn’t want another go at crucio, so she stood.

“We will eat dinner, then we can talk.”

Hermione didn’t like the way he said talk, but obediently sat at the table. He snapped his fingers and the lids upon the dishes on the table disappeared, uncovering two plates of ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, and biscuits. It smelled wonderful, but Hermione had lost her appetite once the curse collided with her. She simply stared at the food.

“You are being awfully rude tonight Hermione. Do you desire punishment?”

“Why did you wait so long to call me back here?” She spoke for the first time that night.

“Are you implying that you enjoy being here and were disappointed that I did not call you sooner?” He asked, feigning surprise and curiosity.

She looked up at him and forced her eyes to loose their emotion.

“No.” She said simply.

“Ah, I do not believe you. Eat. Now.”

Hermione obediently picked up her fork and dipped it into her mashed potatoes, taking a small bite. The minute the food entered her mouth, though, she felt the remnants of the food she had eaten earlier rising from her stomach. She dropped her fork and leaned over to the side of the table and spewed. She felt hot tears pouring from her eyes as she emptied her stomach. The regurgitation was choking her and the smell was making her feel even sicker. The flow finally stopped, though her tears did not, and she sat up again.

“Now, that was uncalled for.” Draco waved his wand and her regurgitation disappeared.

Her tears had finally stopped flowing and Hermione stood up and looked over at the bed, then back at Draco. She looked at him pleadingly.

“May I?” She asked.

He excused her with a wave of his hand. She walked over to the bed and lay down on her back, very well aware of Draco’s eyes following her as she went. He seemed determined to involve her in the night’s activities and would not allow her to just sleep as she wanted to.

“Tell me, why haven’t you told anyone about me and our – arrangement?”

Hermione turned her head to look im bim briefly. That’s a damn good question Draco Malfoy, why the hell haven’t I told anyone about your psychotic obsession with me? She turned back to stare at the ceiling.

“I don’t know.” She said in a whisper, barely audible.

“I must say that I am slightly surprised that you haven’t.”

“Why have you gone through so much trouble just to have some sick and twisted fun with me?”

“My dear Hermione, you don’t understand, do you? You belong to me. No matter what you do, you will always be mine.”

“That’s not true! I will never be yours!” Hermione had sat up, her legs over the side of the bed. She looked furious, and if looks could kill, Draco Malfoy would truly be a dead man.

“But you already are. Can’t you understand it? If you yield to it, the experience will be most pleasant, I assure you.”

There were silent tears flowing down Hermione’s cheeks and she was pacing the floor in front of the bed. “It’s the necklace, isn’t it?”

“Bingo. See, I knew the Hermione we all know would eventually come back and figure it out.”

Hermione laughed. She fell to the ground clutching her sides because she was laughing so hard. In an instant, her laughter turned to loud, ear-splitting screams as Draco pointed his wand at Hermione.

“Crucio,” he said almost lazily.

Draco held the curse on her for about 40 seconds this time and when he lifted it, Hermione looked up at him. Her face was tearstained and she was very pale with red blotches on her cheeks. Dinner was left forgotten on the table as Draco stood up and walked over to Hermione. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Her hands instantly went to his and she struggled against him, but he held her tighter and pulled harder.

He eventually got her up and threw her onto the bed. She was screaming and crying, struggling to get away from him. Draco ruthlessly tore her dress from her body, revealing herself to him. When he had changed her clothes, he also disposed of her bra and changed her underwear to red, silk bikini cut panties. He straddled her hips and held her down.

Draco crushed his mouth to hers in a half-hearted attempt to shut her up. He marveled at the sensations that her struggling beneath him gave him. He tore her underwear off and waved his wand, causing him to be naked as well. He crushed his lips against hers again. Though he was holding her wrists by the side of her head, she was struggling her hardest beneath him. He lifted her wrists above her head and held them there with one hand. With his other hand (his wand hand), he pointed his wand at her and muttered “Crucio.”

Hermione screamed and wanted to curl up in a ball, hit something (or someone), or move around. Something, anything to take away the immense pain she was in. Draco was holding her down in a way that she could barely move and the pain was killing her. Just as she felt herself slipping from consciousness, he lifted the curse. She gasped and took in a deep breath. She looked into his cold eyes. She was in a cold sweat and unnoticed tears slipped from her eyes.

“Why Draco? Why are you doing this?” She gasped out.

“For my father,” he said simply as he rammed himself inside her.

Hermione gasped when he entered her. She was still tight and she felt the pain from the first time all over again. She tried her hardest to free her hands from his and to push him off of her, but to no avail.

He leaned his head down by her ear. “And this is for my mother.” He kept pushing himself in and –almost– out of her, harder with each thrust. She was sobbing loudly, still struggling against him.

After what seemed to Hermione to be an eternity, Malfoy reached his climax and spilled his seed inside of her. He pulled himself out of her, but still held her down, letting his cock, covered in his juices, rest on her thigh. Her tears had yet to cease from falling. He kissed her almost gently on her swollen lips and smiled at her. His smile was far from warm, it was more of a satisfied -in an evil way sort of way- smile. She cringed and tried to look away, but he pushed her chin to where they were eye to eye.

“You parents?” Hermione choked out, new tears falling down her cheeks.

“Are you making the connection yet Mudblood?” He asked her, spite and hatred apparent in his voice.

As Draco looked into Hermione’s eyes, he saw regret and despair. “You mother. I didn’t!” She said softly.

He glared at her.

“Please tell me I didn’t! I swear I didn’t!”

“You did.”

He got up off of her, waved his wand to clean and clothe himself. Hermione sat up and curled herself into a ball, crying softly trying to remember that day. She was rocking back and forth when it hit her.

“NO!” Hermione yelled.

She looked over at Draco. He looked truly evil as he pointed his wand at her.

“CRUCIO!” He yelled.

Hermione watched the curse come at her in slow motion, thinking that she deserved it and not bracing herself for the pain that would soon course through her body. The curse hit her with more force than the past three times combined. She screamed louder than before and felt her body start to convulse. Her body broke out in a cold sweat and hot tears were streaming down her face.

Draco watched as Hermione started twitching. He left the curse on her for aute ute and a half. Immediately after the curse was lifted, Hermione felt the tug at her navel.