Conquest

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Hermione’s cheeks flushed bright red. She turned her head away from Harry and Ron. She felt such shame. She wondered how long they had been standing there, watching Draco fuck her like that. Why had she enjoyed it so much? She couldn’t deny that he was good, oh, so good.

Harry and Ron struggled against Crabbe and Goyle, trying to break free, but it was no use. Draco walked over to them, licking his fingers and tasting Hermione’s juices. “Mmm, boys, I know what you’re thinking. ‘Why couldn’t we fuck her first?’ I’m surprised you haven’t. You’ve been her friend for seven years now. I’d have thought you’d at least have fooled around with her by now. A real man would have,” he said, trying to provoke them.

“She’s one of my best friends. I don’t go around fucking my best friend. You’re disgusting, Malfoy,” Harry spat.

Draco rolled his eyes. “How about you, Weasel? You’ve lived up to your name, haven’t you? I know you notice her. Especially now that she’s all grown up, right?”

Hermione turned her head and looked at Ron. He was looking at the ground and he shrugged. “Maybe,” he said.

“She’s been a few rooms away for the last seven years and you’ve never once told her how you feel, have you? You really are a weasel. I’ve only been near her for a week and already I’ve fucked her twice. What do you say to that?” Draco laughed.

Ron looked at Hermione. He saw her eyes clench shut and turn away from him. She felt so uncomfortable, lying there naked. Ron gazed at her body, still flushed pink, her knees trembling, her breath heavy. He watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her breast. And oh those breasts. A perfect handfulsoftsoft flesh topped with hard pink nipples. She was beautiful.

Draco laughed again as he saw Ron’s eyes roam over her body. “Looks like your friend isn’t so sure about not fucking HIS friend!” he toarryarry. “Although now, she probably wouldn’t settle for anything less than the best,” Draco sneered, walking back over to Hermione. He ran a hand down her body, settling between her legs. He slid a finger halfway into her. Though she tried not to respond, a small, yet audible, gasp escaped her lips and her body jerked with the sudden touch.

“See how much she enjoys it, boys?” Draco smiled. With a quick spin, he grabbed his wand and pointed it at Ron and Harry. “What bettays ays to make people suffer than through their friends!” he exclaimed, once again performing the petrifying curse on each of them. Crabbe and Goyle leaned their stiff bodies against the wall and walked over to the bed.

“You guys have been extraordinarily helpful,” Draco told them. “I told you that you’d get your chance, so go right ahead.”

Crabbe and Goyle had already started to undress as Hermione’s eyes flew open. She looked at Ron and Harry, their expressions ones of fear and disgust. She looked at Draco, who stroked her hair soothingly and leaned down to kiss her. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, “I’m sure they won’t be long,” he laughed.

Suddenly there were four hands roaming her body, squeezing her nipples, poking, prodding. She shut her eyes, wishing this humiliation would be over. Why was she so damn turned on by all of this? This was rape. At least, that’s what she wanted to tell herself. But she couldn’t hide the fact that she wanted it. Draco had brought out a hidden part of her. A part so full of wanton desire, she didn’t know what to do with it. Draco obviously knew what to do with it.

Without warning, there was a hand behind her head and cock on her lips. Before she could open her eyes to see who’s it was, the hand moved, pushing her mouth around the hard dick. Her lips parted and she instinctively started licking and sucking. Just then there was an invasion between her legs as well. She moaned and was able to see Goyle sliding himself into her slick wetness. Soon the two beefy men were pumping into her from both sides. She noticed, with an inward smile, that their hugeness didn’t translate to everywhere on them. She felt Goyle spasming into her and sliding out. With a Cra Crabbe moved down to take his place, sending Hermione into spasms of her own as he finished inside of her.

Crabbe and Goyle set to putting their clothes back on, congratulating each other, and being the manly, braindead guys that they are. Throughout this whole time, Harry was trying to avert his eyes. He had no romantic feelings whatsoever for Hermione and was just enraged that they were doing this to her. Ron, on the other hand, watched Hermione the entire time. She enjoyed it. He didn’t want to believe it, but he could see it in her eyes, in her body movements. She enjoyed what was being done to her. Her realized more and more that HE wanted to be the one making her moan.

“Well, that was quite a show, don’t you agree, boys?” Draco asked, looking at Ron and Harry. He walked over to Hermione, who was laying on the bed. He ran his hand across her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat that had appeared. “I’d say your little pussy needs a rest, huh?” he smiled at her. He bent down and kissed her forcefully.

Her cheeks flushed pink again. “Could you untie me now?” she asked in a small voice. She was becoming more and more aware of how exposed she was.

“Nah, I rather like you like this,” Draco winked. She blushed again and turned away from him. Suddenly, the curse wore off of Harry and he grabbed his wand. Crabbe and Goyle saw this and, yelling, ran from the room. Draco ran to the door, yelling after them, calling them cos. Hs. Harry ran towards Draco, shouting a spell. It hit him in the shoulder and Draco flew out the door. Harry ran after him and Hermione and Ron heard the muffled shouts all the way down the stairs and probably out of the common room.

The curse finally wore off of Ron and he slid to the ground. Hermione looked at him, tears of shame in her eyes. She liked him. She liked him a lot and was embarrassed that he had to see all of that, along with the fact that she was still lying there naked. He crawled over to the bed and sat next to her. He started untying the ropes that held her to the bed. As he untied her second hand she sat up and hugged him tightly.

He didn’t know what to do. A part of him wanted to hug her back and tell her that he loved her. But he wasn’t sure what he thought about what just happened. And how she’d enjoyed it.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” she said, as if reading his mind.

“I’m sorry you had to go through it!” Ron exclaimed reaching back and untying her legs. He looked around for her clothes, but couldn’t find them. He pulled off his t-shirt and gave it to her. She quickly put it on. “Hermione… I… I have to ask you something,” he said.

“What is it?” she asked, confused.

“Did you… Now, don’t get mad at me if you didn’t, but it just looked like… maybe you did. I’m sure you didn’t, so don’t be angry at me…” he babbled.

“What on earth are you talking about?” she asked. “I won’t be angry. Just ask the question,” she smiled at him.

Ron sighed. “Did you… enjoy any of what just happened?”

The smile faded off her face and she turned her eyes away. “It’s very strange, Ron. I feel so ashamed and embarrassed of what went on. I know it’s wrong. It was all wrong, it shouldn’t have happened. Yet… as it was happening… at times…” she sighed heavily. “Yes, at times, it felt good,” she said abruptly.

“Why?” Ron asked in a hushed voice. He didn’t know what to think of that.

“I don’t know, Ron,” she said in a mournful tone. “I guess… I dunno… It feels good to be desired, and wanted, you know? And… I always have to be in control of everything. I’m always in control. It kind of felt dangerous and exciting to not have control. To have someone else be in control.”

Ron was torn. Part of him wanted to kiss her so badly, but the other part kept thinking about her enjoying what the three men had done to her. He decided to give in. He grabbed her by the shoulders and their eyes locked. “I want you. I desire you. You don’t know how strange it was to watch them do all that to you, when… when I wanted to be the one making yoel sel so good.”

He pulled her close and kissed her. At first she was too surprised to do anything, but she warmed to him and kissed him back. He felt so good to get that off his chest and was elated that she was kissing him. He had been worried she might slap him.

She felt safe and wonderful in his arms. It was like a warm cup of cocoa after a day out in the snow. They broke the kiss and she smiled at him. “You know, Ron, I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought about what it would be like to kiss you over the past few years.”

“If it’s more than the number that I’ve thought about you… well, I don’t think that’s possible!” he laughed.

Suddenly the door burst open and in stormed Draco, his arm bleeding. “Get out!” he yelled at the couple on his bed. He looked at Hermione. “I really have done something to you, haven’t I? I leave for 5 minutes and all ready you’re ready for more? Don’t worry, you’ll get more, I promise you that.” He pushed Ron off the bed and kissed Hermione roughly before pushing her off too. Ron grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room.

Draco walked to the corner of his room and picked something up off of a box. It was a camera. He had put a spell on it to take a photo every minute. He looked at the pictures scattered on the floor. They were a mess of bodies moving and hand groping. This would certainly get Hermione back, although he doubted he’d have any trouble coaxing her back to his room again. He looked at a photo of him moving in and out of her, her eyes half closed and her mouth open in a moan. No, he’d have no trouble at all.

***Well, I really am not sure where this story is going, but it looks like more sex!!! Lol, thanks for everyone’s reviews, they’ve been really great and have really motivated me to write more. Keep it up!***