Soft Obsidian's Pleasure.

This is a bit dark. Just giving a head's up.



Hermione Granger was nervous and excited. It was a new school year and that always made her happy. She had boarded the train hurriedly and taken a seat in a spare compartment to be alone with her thoughts. She knew the boys would expect her to meet up with them tonight. The summer had changed her a lot. She spent time with her parents and wrote to the boy’s everyday.

The Order had picked up Harry early and he spent a lot of time alone with Ron at the Burrow. Hermione patted her hair, inspecting the curls that ran rampant on her head. Ron had sent her several steamy letters and she excited to see the boys again.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not realize the train had stopped until she heard Draco shouting and saw that the rest of the cars were empty. Draco walked out of his compartment as she headed towards the door, Draco smiled darkly at her as he made his way towards her.

“Hello Mudblood,” jeered Draco, as he wet his lips.

He looked excited as if he had just done something that made him extremely excitable. He looked flushed and he pushed her back into the compartment and threw the curtain across, closing them off from sight.

“Ferret…” replied Hermione coolly, as he cornered her. He smiled maliciously, and unbuckled his pants. Draco looked more muscled and she felt her insides melting as he stalked forward, with his cock out.

“You look like you missed something this summer, Granger,” purred Draco and he flipped up her robes, jerking down her underwear.

“Draco STOP,” cried Hermione and she pushed him back weakly, but she could feel herself growing wet already. Draco sniffed the air and grinned, “You don’t mean that. Bend over, Granger.”

Draco spun her around, spreading her legs. He came up behind her and she could feel his cock, pulsing and hard suddenly thrust between her legs, pushing at the opening of her pussy.

“God’s you are wet, you dirty bitch,” purred Draco, and he slammed inside of her, and groaned at her tightness from lack of use. “Beg me, beg me to stop.”

“Please don’t Draco, don’t do this,” gasped Hermione, but her body arched and begged, her walls clenching around his cock as she spread herself wider apart.

“You’re a terrible liar, Hermione,” Draco gave a startled laugh and he pumped inside her deeper. Hermione’s toes began to curl, from the sensation of being stuffed from behind, by his beautiful angry boy. “But I will tell you something that is true. You wish I didn’t make you want to cum, just from me touching you,” Draco hissed, his hands cupping her hips and he slammed her hard into the wall, his cock forcing inside deeper, and deeper. Hermione knew she was being punished for her absence, and for her betrayal of him, but the sensation was too overwhelming and she bucked up harder, and harder.

Draco gasped, and grabbed her arms back, capturing her wrists in one hand, he slapped her ass with his other palm, watching his cock, move in and out of her hot, slick hole. “Granger, you will be my whore this year, otherwise, I will kill Potter. Do you hear me? Kill him,” Draco’s voice changed and Hermione felt a smidgen of fear at his sudden lack of playfulness.

Hermione felt stretched to full capacity, and she felt trapped by Draco’s strength. Her tits bounced against the wall, her face pressed up closely, and she couldn’t move, except to slid back and forth on his punishing cock. Draco began to piston inside, his own words pushing him over the edge.

“Good, little slut… Ah…” Draco cried out as he pulled out, exploding all over her ass and pussy. Hermione’s legs trembled from the sudden lift of weight from her body and she struggled to get her wrists free but Draco merely smirked at her sudden movement.

“No. do not move. I want to feel what your pussy says when I finish what I have to say to you,” whispered Draco. Hermione turned to face him as best she could, but all she saw was his cold, icy eyes stare back at her.

Draco released her wrists and the fingers from his right hand thrust between her sopping legs. Hermione groaned, as her sensitive flesh was invaded by his fingers and he thrust two fingers inside of her pumping smoothly. He ducked his head and bite her left breast hard, leaving a perfect bite mark. Hermione whimpered, but her pussy soaked his hand at his roughness. Draco slowly looked back up at her.

“Pull up my sleeve, Granger,” Draco said quietly.

Hermione obeyed him and pushed back his left sleeve until she gasped in horror. The Dark Mark glared menacingly from his pale flesh, inky black and it glistened coldly at her from in the dim lighting in the compartment.

“NO!!!” screamed Hermione, her eyes filled with tears as she stared at him wildly. Tears of anger and despair spilled down her cheeks as she struck out at him desperately. Draco pumped his fingers inside her and expertly brought her over the edge, her moan of despair, mixed with pleasure as she sobbed against him weakly.

“Why, WHY Draco…?” Hermione whimpered, her body still shuddering from the almost painful orgasm.

Draco felt her anguish cutting into him more acutely then ever before. Hermione sobbed so hard she was choking up. Draco pulled his fingers out of her and he shoved them in her mouth. She gagged as she stared back at him with anguished, glittering eyes.

“You just shagged a Deatheater love, how does it taste? Now, you have something to tell your Order. Tell that old fool you all work for that I got their prized cunny to get wet for me,” Draco’s words spilled out cruelly as he made her suck his fingers. Hermione could feel a coldness running through her that was not going to fade any time soon.

Draco stared down at her, a flicker of remorse in his eyes and he leaned in, kissing her fiercely, biting down on her lower lip gently. He could taste the saltiness of her tears but he did not feel avenged for last year. He gently shushed her, before he pulled back from her and walked to the door.

Hermione collapsed on the floor, feeling unable to stand any longer. Draco stared down at her weeping form and he gave a twist of a pained smile.


“I never thought I would see the day that Hermione Granger wept for my lost soul,” Draco whispered with a pained expression. “You should be weeping for Potter, you see, while we were shagging here, he is bleeding to death somewhere on this train, I am a lost cause, love. Too bad, I am not willing to give you up yet.”

Hermione half heard his words and she gasped and struggled to get to her feet. When she could finally stand straight, the train was already moving and Draco was gone. Hermione went to find Harry, between her and Tonks; they disembarked and made it back to school. Nevertheless, Hermione no longer felt anything but dread.







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