Sisters of the Dark Moon

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This chapter is a bit dark and violent with some non-consensual stuff as well. I did warn in an authors note on the first chapter that I intended this fiction to have a darker theme, so don’t expect fluff.

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This chapter was beta’d by Narcissa Black – thank you!

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Love, Malfoy Style

Draco gave her an evil leer and held his wand pointed at her. “On your knees, Granger,” he ordered, shaking his wand downwards. “You’re going to suck me off like you did Theodore Nott that night. If you don’t make me cum, I’m going to torture you.”

Hermione crossed her arms and snorted in derision. “Is that what this is all about? You want to get sucked off?” Then she laughed out loud at Draco. “Oh, Malfoy, you’re such a typical guy.”

“Crucio,” Draco said, sending Hermione down on the floor, writhing in pain. He only kept it up for a few seconds, however, just to give her a taste of it. “Do you believe me now, Granger?”

Hermione rolled onto her hands and knees, “Bastard!”

“More lies from those luscious lips of yours, as I am definitely not a bastard. I was born in wedlock, a pure blooded union,” he smirked as she shakily rose to her feet. “You, on the other hand, are the spawn of common muggles, stupid and powerless.”

Hermione sprang at Malfoy in a sudden rage, her hands reaching for his face, screaming in anger. Draco had only just backed away in time and caused her lunge to send her sprawling on the ground in front of him.

“Tut, tut, Granger,” Draco said, amused, “such a common thing to do, a muggle display of violence. But what can one expect from a mudblood?”

Hermione lifted her face and gave him a deadly glare as she said, “Well, seeing that I’m wandless, what other defense do I have? You’re a swine, Malfoy. You call yourself a gentleman, yet look how you treat ladies.”

“You’re no lady, Granger,” he sneered. “You’re a conniving, evil little man hater, brainwashing your followers into believing in the things that you do. So blokes are the enemy, are we? Only good for fucking? Do you really believe you’re superior to us all? You even used your best friends for your pleasure. What would they think of you if they ever found out, hmmm?”

“They’d never believe you, Malfoy,” Hermione replied. “They thought it was you molesting them that day, you, the twisted, malicious son-of-a-Death
Eater. If you’re planning on spreading rumors, perhaps you’ll find a rumor about yourself floating around. A rumor of how you’re a gay rapist.”

Draco shook his head, “Why you little cunt! Crucio!” He gave her another dose of pain, this time a bit longer.

Hermione grabbed her middle and rolled on the floor, “No…”

When he let up, Draco said, “Are you ready to shut your filthy mouth and do as you’re told?”

Hermione knew she was at a disadvantage as she lay helpless on the floor below him. She had only one option left to try.

“All right, Malfoy,” she said, pushing herself into a sitting position. “Please, just no more crucio. I’ll do what you want.”

Draco saw her eyes travel to his crotch and his cock twitched to life. “That’s better, Granger,” he said. “It’s time you’ve learned your proper place in life – on your knees, serving your betters.” Draco undid his trousers and pulled his cock free, giving it a few strokes to make it ready. He shivered in anticipation when he saw her eyes dilate and her tongue licking at her lower lip. “That’s right, mudblood, come get your pure-blood treat. You should consider yourself fortunate that I’m letting you put your mouth on me.”

Hermione got on her hands and knees and looked up into his eyes as she crawled towards him, making sure her arse swayed from side to side.

Draco shifted a bit nervously. There was something wrong with this picture. Why would she be acting so seductive? But his cock was too ready to care and he wanted this badly. “Don’t think of biting me, mudblood. Remember who holds the wand,” he said, his voice cracking with lust as she came closer. He could feel her hot breath fanning his wet tip. Gods, how he wanted her! He knew that a blow job was not going to be enough. He wanted to fuck her brains out, over and over again, until she admitted that he was more powerful than she. His mind flew at the possibilities…

WHAM

Malfoy found himself flat on his arse after she had pulled his ankles forward before he had time to react. His wand flew out of his hand to the side when he had to use his hands to brace his fall. Before he could recover from his surprise, Hermione had scrambled over him, shoving a knee into his stomach and reaching for the wand lying on the floor.

Draco grabbed her wrist and stopped her hand from reaching the wand. Her other hand hit him hard on the face. “Fuck!” Malfoy said, grabbing her other hand before she could hit him again. He rolled her over so that she was under him, struggling to be free as he pinned her down. “You stupid little bitch,” he snapped.

Hermione lifted her head and bit onto his chin, clamping her teeth down with all her might.

“Ahhh,” Malfoy yelled, as he had to let go of one of her hands to put his thumb over her eye, pressing her forehead down with his palm. “Let go or I’ll press my thumb into your eye socket,” he managed to say with her mouth clamped onto his chin.

Hermione let go and put her head down, closing her eyes in exhaustion. Malfoy moved his forearm and pressed down on her throat. “You’re nothing but a filthy, mudblood savage, biting me like that,” he hissed. His chin was throbbing and he was sure there would be some puncture wounds from her teeth. Her face was turning purple and her eyes were wild as she looked at him. “Oh? You can’t breathe?” he taunted. He finally let the pressure off her neck and while she gasped for air he let go of her other hand and stretched for the wand.

Hermione was exhausted and she despaired that she couldn’t get out of this situation. He brought the tip of the wand to her temple and said, “What now, mudblood? What other tricks do you have for me?”

Hermione looked off to the side of the room as her chest began to heave and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Oh, boo hoo, Granger,” he taunted. “You can do better than that. You should know that sympathy is not one of my strong points.” He waited for her to do or say something. When she continued quietly weeping, he became aware that his cock was cradled between her legs as he pinned her down. He shifted one of his legs to push one of her knees further out. Moving his cock on her heated center he said, “I guess I’ve broken you, haven’t I? That’s good. Then you know who the boss is now.”

Her wet eyes shifted to his, anger replacing despair. She moved her tongue around her mouth and gathered a big wad of spit, shooting it into Draco’s eye. “You may have the upper hand right now, Malfoy, but I’ll have the last laugh,” she growled.

His face was red with anger and he said, “You’ve pushed too far, Granger.” His wand shoved harder onto her temple. His other hand snaked between their bodies, grabbing her knickers and tearing them painfully off her body.

“No!” she struggled.

“What’s the matter, Granger? You don’t mind raping guys, but you don’t want it in return?” he said. He positioned his cock at her entrance.

“They wanted it!” she struggled. “They wanted it! I just don’t let them remember!”

“Same thing, mudblood, except you’re raping their minds,” Draco said. He pushed himself into her hot passage and had to stop himself from groaning. He began moving his hips, closing his mind to her struggles. Gods, she felt so good. She had thought she’d tease him that night out in the woods, denying him her body, her mouth. She had fucked everyone but him and she had gloated about it, smiling at him knowingly while he laid there helpless.

Well, he wasn’t helpless anymore and now he’d take what he wanted. And, fuck, how he wanted her! Always the smartest in class, teacher’s pet, parading around with boy wonder, throwing witty remarks right and left. He wanted to show her that she wasn’t so powerful, so perfect. He was!

He thrust his cock into her harder and harder, thinking of how she had denied him, hated him, looked down on him. She, the mudblood, looked down on him!

He opened his eyes and looked down on her face. She had stopped struggling now and lay there panting with her eyes shut as he continued to drive into her, wild hair splayed out like some ancient pagan goddess. Gods, why did the mudblood have to be so damned beautiful? Why did this hellcat haunt his dreams, his sanity? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about her, wanting her? Maybe now, now that he had his fill; he could push her out of his mind. He continued fucking her, thinking that her passage was getting slicker and slicker.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you filthy little slut?” he growled.

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” she said, breathily, without opening her eyes. “Just hurry and get this over with. I have things to do.”

Draco couldn’t hide his shock at her nonchalant words. He stopped moving and grabbed onto her hair on both sides of her head. “Open your eyes!” he snapped.

Her eyes slowly opened, cold and defiant.

“You want this, admit it!” he insisted.

“You’re deranged,” she said.

His lips crashed down onto hers, his tongue pushing for entrance.

Hermione began struggling again, trying to turn her head and stop the kiss. When she managed to do so, Draco just continued moving his mouth down the column of her throat, kissing and sucking at the tender skin while his hips began pumping again.

“No!” Hermione said, trying to push back the heated sensation he was causing in her. She pounded her fists onto his back causing him to reach back and grab her wrists, pinning them above her.

He smiled wickedly and said, “You think I can’t make you cum?” He lowered his mouth again, moving his mouth to the top buttons of her blouse and pulling them off with his teeth.

“Stop!” Hermione said, frantically. “Do you want me to say that you’ve won? Is that it?”

“I know I’ve won,” he said, “but I’m not sure that you know it. You will soon.” His teeth pulled on the edge of her bra, exposing her turgid nipple and he sucked it into his mouth as he continued driving into her.

Sensations zinged through her traitorous body as she tried to struggle away from his mouth with no success. He placed both of her wrists under one hand as he moved the other between their bodies again.

Hermione gasped when his cool finger reached her clit, toying with it, stimulating it. Oh Gods! She didn’t want to cum for him, she didn’t! But she couldn’t help it; her body defied her wishes and took a life of its own.

Draco looked at her flushed faced and grinned in triumph. Her body began to shake as the wave of her orgasm overtook her and his followed in explosive splendor.

Malfoy lay on top of her, breathing hard, when the realization of what he had just done came over him. He let go of her hands and picked up the wand again, pushing slowly up and off of her. He stood up and backed away, looking at her disheveled beauty.

Hermione tugged her skirt down and sat up, breathing hard as well. “I hate you,” she said.

“Feeling’s mutual,” he replied.

“Can I leave now?” she asked, wondering if she was in for more crucio if she attempted to get up.

Draco looked at her as if stunned. Somehow he didn’t have any answers anymore, no witty remarks. He had wanted to hurt her and dominate her and he thought that would make him feel better, but it didn’t.

“Well?” she asked.

Draco turned around, anguish on his face. “Go!” he snapped. He could hear her getting up and gathering her things. When he heard her footsteps walking away, he spun about and said, “Wait!”

Hermione stood at the door, looking at him with no expression.

“Everything that happened, here and the other times… All that will stay between us, all right? I won’t say anything about your Sisters of the Dark Moon, if you don’t say anything about this,” Draco said.

“Worried?” she asked.

His angry façade emerged again and he said, “No, I just don’t want anyone to know that I fucked a mudblood.”

“Well, don’t worry,” Hermione said, “I’ll probably forget the whole thing in about an hour. It wasn’t very memorable. The most insignificant fuck I’ve ever had.”

Before he could retort, Hermione had slipped out the door. Damn her! Draco lifted his foot and kicked over one of the tables. Then he turned around and grabbed some cauldrons off a shelf, flinging them across the room.

Blaise and Theodore came in during his fit and watched him having his tantrum. Draco stopped when he saw them, an enraged expression on his face.

“We saw Granger leaving the classroom,” Blaise said. “Did you get your revenge?”

Draco’s hands curled into fists as he attacked Snape’s cloak stand, sending it to the floor. He grabbed his things and swept past his friends without even looking at them, pushing the door open with a slam.

When Draco had left, Theodore said, “What the fuck was that?”

“That’s what Malfoy looks like when he’s in love,” Blaise answered with a grin.

“That didn’t look like love to me,” Theodore laughed.

“It’s love, Malfoy style,” Blaise answered.

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Hermione hurried back to Gryffindor Tower, ignoring the curious stares of the people she passed. She ignored all greetings, thinking only of her destination. Entering the common room, Harry and Ron called out to her, “Hey, Hermione! Where have you been?” She ignored them, taking the steps to her room two at a time.

She hurried in and slammed the door, locking it and putting up a silencing charm. Then she went to her trunk and removed a red velvet bag. Opening the bag, she pulled out a statue of the Dark Moon Goddess. Then she took out an offering plate and placed it in front of the statue on the floor. She took off all her clothing and sat in front of the statue, facing it, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

When she felt in the right frame of mind, she said, “Great Goddess of the Dark Moon, grant the desire of your loyal daughter. Most high Mother I ask for justice for what has been done to me.”

She shifted to her side and inserted her finger in her passage, scooping out some of Draco’s sperm. She put it on the offering plate and then sprinkled some fire powder over it. Lighting the powder, she said, “Make this one compelled to admire me and please me. Make him a fool for my attentions. Make him lovesick for me.”

The fire grew brighter, turning yellow, then red and then violet. Hermione smiled slightly and said, “Thank you, Great Mother. You have blessed me with your gift.”

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A/N: In no way do I condone rape in real life – it is just part of this fiction. Hope it wasn’t too violent for you – but I do consider this a darker fiction than the others I have written. There is a sort of love/hate relationship going on here.

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