Ultimatum

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Chapter 8
Fantasies

When Hermione looked in the mirror, she realised that she was not getting fat as she had thought before. She noticed now, a month since Draco had left, that she was not getting bigger because she was eating more. She turned to the side and ran her hand over her distended stomach. She was pregnant.

Tomorrow Draco would be gone for a month. Not a couple of days as he had said before, but a whole month. Thirty days. Four weeks and two days. Seven hundred and twenty hours. Forty-three thousand two-hundred minutes. Every second that ticked by Hermione just missed him more.

When he had first gone away, Hermione had been optimistic, thinking that it would be only two or three days until he was back in her arms. After a week, she grew sad, thinking that he may have died and that she would never see him again. She had asked Voldemort if it was possible that he may have died, but the dark lord said that he would have known if Draco was dead.

Hermione was a bit more optimistic after that, but soon she began missing him so much and seeing the other couples together just made her miss him more. She began skipping meals and meetings, just lying in bed for hours thinking about when Draco would come back and shag her into next year.

It had been after about three weeks that she started having the fantasies. She wished so much that they were real, that the man that she loved was really home. She would be standing in front of the mirror and he would come up behind her and touch her and make her watch, and then he would fuck her against the mirror and after Hermione got her breath back, she would find that she brought herself to orgasm and resented the fact that she had an overactive imagination.

Often she would lie in bed and think of Draco and wish that soon he would be back, just to hold him or kiss him again. Anything would make her life happier than it was.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she thought about every second that passed. She thought about how much she would love to see him again. She thought about the fact that she was carrying his child. Then she thought that maybe it wasn’t his, she had been raped after all, before she had truly been Draco’s. But she remembered Draco using a contraceptive spell on her the first time that they had fucked. She just thought that he had used one thereafter when he cleaned her, but she supposed that he didn’t. She wondered how he would react when he saw her. She was barely showing, only she had noticed so far, but that was because she spent so much time in front of the mirror, thinking about how fat she had become.

She sighed and turned back to the bed, hoping that soon, anytime soon, Draco would be back.

She went to sleep, tired and exhausted for no apparent reason. When she woke, she noticed that the room was lighter than it usually was when she slept. She noticed that the door to the hall was open and there was a sliver of light coming down across the bed. She sat up and only then noticed a man standing beside the bed. When he came into the light, she saw the light reflect off the platinum locks on his head.

“Draco!” she smiled.

He gave her a smile and finished removing his pants—he was sporting a massive hard-on.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” he said with a grin. “For now, let’s just celebrate that I’m back.” He gave her a suggestive grin.

Hermione lie back on the pillows and spread her arms. “That sounds lovely,” she said with a smile.

He looked down her naked body like he had never seen it before, but she supposed that a month away from her would cause that reaction. He climbed onto the bed and immediately situated himself between her open legs. “Such a pretty whore,” he said, bending his head and kissing her roughly. Hermione moaned and arched against him. “You miss me?” he asked, pulling away and grabbing his wand from the side table.

“Every day,” she sighed, closing her eyes.

“Good,” he said and then Hermione felt ropes tie tight around her wrists. She tried to move them, but she was tied to the bed. She opened her eyes.

“Draco, can we not do that right now?” she asked in a slight whine. She didn’t want to be tied up so that she couldn’t touch him, being away from him for a month had been bad enough.

“No, we’re going to do it this way,” he said and shoved two fingers into her. Hermione cried out. “Good, nice and ready,” he said. Hermione looked up at him in surprise, she was not even wet yet, how could he say that she was ready. He spread her legs and thrust into her and Hermione screamed.

“Draco, you’re hurting me!”

“Good,” he said.

Hermione turned her head to the side and let some tears fall. “Why?”

“Because you’re so fucking happy with him,” he said, thrusting harder. “Such a happy fucking couple, and I wanted to know why the hell you’re so fucking willing to be with him.”

Hermione looked up at the man above her. “You’re not Draco,” she said in a whisper.

“No, I’m not, but with the help of my friend polyjuice, I can still take you, make you scream, make you cry out.”

Hermione once again turned her head to the side. She could do nothing, she didn’t have a wand, he wasn’t kissing her so she couldn’t get close enough to bite him, if she moved at all it would just make it more pleasurable for him. She took the pain and waited until he stiffened and came.

He removed himself from her, getting up off the bed and putting his clothes back on. Hermione didn’t even move. She just asked, “Who are you?”

He chuckled and finished buttoning his pants. “Thanks for the ride, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh and left the room. The bonds on Hermione’s arms fell away a couple minutes later. She turned over and cried into the pillow. She had been raped by someone in the house, and she would never know who.

She stopped having her fantasies after that. She decided that her mind was trying to protect her body from being hurt again.