Revenge and Revelation

Revenge and Revelation

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.

This story contains violence, adult language, and overt sexuality, including rape.

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He saw her from across the room. That stupid bint, glossed over with booze and other psychoactives. Oh, how he\'d waited for this moment.

For years, she\'d outdone him in everything academic, even Potions. She\'d irritated him with her ungodly intellectual thirst that propelled her ahead in the magical world despite her filthy heritage. Her audacity further enraged him...the way she dared look at him, speak to him, touch him.

He shuddered at the memory of the slap in their third year. He\'d been soiousious and incredulous that it overwhelmed him from responding in kind.

She oozed with goodness and righteousness and the way that people revered the godforsaken Gryffindor trio. He would destroy that. He would take from her all that made her something that she wasn\'t. He\'d reduce her to filth, thus returning her to her rightful status. And it would be easy to do.

The other two were bad enough. Ron, the product of a lowly muggle-loving example of an unfortunately pureblooded family and Harry, the half-blooded orphan whose Boy Who Lived fame was disgustingly undeserved...he\'d kill them soon enough in the war. There was no need to bother with those half-brained gits.

Killing the mudblood would not be enough. He had to absolutely desecrate her first, and her femininity would be her undoing, and soon.

He\'d been planning this for weeks. After his House quidditch team barely lost to those sodding Gryffindor fuckers, he\'d spied several of them leaving the Great Hall. Figured out where their common room and dormitories were located. Learned their password. Then he waited.

As expected, Gryffindor\'s match versus Ravenclaw, the season ender, was a slaughter. Ravenclaw\'s team was absolutely pathetic in their seventh year. Having taken the House Quidditch Cup, he knew they would celebrate tonight. And so, he chose a target.

One bloke, late to the party because he\'d spent so much time developing quidditch pictures in the magical darkroom, became the unlucky recipient of a full body-bind. Ready with a Sneakable Flask filled with polyjuice potion, he tossed the photographer Gryffindor into a utility cupboard, stripped to his crimson and gold knickers.

Off with the green and silver crest, on with the blasphemy. Ugh. He would endure it, though, for his revenge. A hair into the Potion, and the look was complete. On a second thought, he grabbed the camera as well. Made his way to the Fat Lady with an evil smirk on his face. And crawled through the portrait hole for the first time.

\"Celebrating\" was putting it lightly. The Gryffindors were partying like the Irish on St. Patrick\'s Day. Pothead, Weasel and two other seventh year chaps stood, smashed, on the coffee table in the center of the lavish crimson room, singing a wobbly version of the national anthem with stupid grins on their faces and clothing askew. Others crowded around the table, raising their butterbeer glasses to the bloody sods or singing along. There w gol golden snitch loose in the room, flitting around the action like some sort of odd catalyst. Food was stacked high on a table in the corner. Couples were piled into armchairs around the room, in several stages of snogfests.

She sat in the middle of it, martini glass in hand (he wondered what fruity, feminine, pathetic excuse for a drink she\'d chosen), gleeful as the rest but more subdued by her liquor from lack of experience. She was also taking puffs from a burning fag, lit by that inept Longbottom bloke. It smelled more like the incense in the Divination classroom than that tobacco stuff that many Muggles smoked.

After about 50 minutes, he took another sip of potion, turning his back from the crowd as he gagged. When he\'d turned back, the girl had risen from her seat on the sofa. She bid goodnight to her digustingly jovial comrades, and headed toward one of the two staircases on the far side of the room.

He concentrated hard, trying to remember the charm his father had taught him. Fooling the gender-discriminatory entrances to female dormitories had only been figured out by a few and he was slightly afraid that the charm that worked in Slytherin House might not work for Gryffindor.

Looking around to be sure that ne wae was paying attention, he silently whispered with his wand pointed stealthily at his feet. He took a few steps up, then gleefully bounded up the rest of the stairs once he was sure his presence wasn\'t going to be rejected. He would have to thank his father for drunkenly revealing his school-age trysting secrets later on. They were coming quite in handy indeed.

He was greeted by a circular landing, with seven crimson doors facing him. Each was numbered in gold, designating the year of the girls housed behind it. He knew that those other two inane seventh year Gryffindor girls hadn\'t yet gone to bed,theythey\'d been flirting with a large group of inebriated males when he left the party. Without hesitation, he opened the door emblazoned with a glittering \"7\".

She was passed out already, still in her school jumper. He put a few drops of simple sleeping draught into the automatic-refilling glasses of water on the nightstands belonging to the other girls, then sat in a dark corner to wait. The giggling pair entered after a few minutes, then each soon was unconscious after brushing their teeth. By then, nearly an hour had gone by and he was ready to act.

He closed the curtains around her four-post bed. As he felt the potion begin to wear off, he smiled with a grim satisfaction. He roused the sleeping witch with a swift flick of wandwand.

Hermione Granger sat bolt upright. She still felt the alcohol and swayed slightly from her movement. When her eyes focused, she saw that she wasn\'t alone.

Draco Malfoy was sitting painfully on her legs, clad oddly in Gryffindor garb that was a bit tight on his form, with his arms crossed and his glaring eyes fixed unmercifully on her. She saw his wand. She knew she could not reach hers in time. She felt a cold sense of dread clench at her gut.

Then she heard it. \"Imperio.\" She felt a warm calm settle over her, though snew new somewhere inside of her that this was wrong...that she needed to be frightened and alert. But she could not fight it and reason remained a tiny voice in the very back of her consciousness.

\"So, mudblood, are you a virgin?\" He spoke coldly, never softening his expression.

Don\'t answer him! the tiny voice cried fearfully, but disappeared as quickly as it came. \"Yes,\" she responded dully.

\"You never let those fools that you call friends have a go?\" he asked tauntingly.

\"No.\"

\"Why not?\"

She felt a fleeting urge to cry, scream, run, anything. Then it was gone. \"Because Harry is shagging Ginny and Ron is too stubborn to proposition me, whether he wants to or not. That stuff is best saved for later, anyway.\"

\"Well, I am going to shag you. But first, we\'re going to have a little fun. Take off your clothes, mudblood.\" He backed off of her legs and watched as she stripped her clothing without questioning, without fear in her eyes. Once she was down to her bra and knickers, he told her to stop. \"Finite incantatum.\"

She snapped out of the Imperius stupor and immediately tried to grab at her clothing. He banished the garments to the other side of the room, then conjured magical ropes that bound her wrists to her bed\'s headboard. \"Malfoy, you filthy molester!\" she screamed in fear, and he slapped her across the face. Tears of pain and of shame brimmed in her eyes as she struggled against her magical imprisonment.

He stripped himself of his clingy stolen clothing, then straddled her chest. Pointing his wand between her eyes, he spoke with a low, dangerous edge, \"You, the angelic and immaculate goody-two-shoes of the entire bloody school, are going to suck my prick or suffer pain beyond that which you\'d ever imagined.\" She turned her terrified eyes from his face to his massive arousal, hovering nearly as close to her face as his wand. More tears slipped from her eyes and he grinned insidiously.

The shame and anger that surged through her at his evil smile burst forth. \"NO! I\'d rather die than touch that disgusting thing!\"

\"THAT CAN BE ARRANGED!\" he spat, the volume of his voice rattling her brain. \"Crucio!\"

Blinding, unrelenting pain came, just as he\'d promised. Her body twisted itself from the inside, with flaming, raw surges that felt as if her flesh was combusting and disintegrating simultaneously. She felt a primal scream of agony bubble up and die in her throat as her teeth clenched together so hard that she was surprised she didn\'t break any of them. A minute felt like a day and just when she thought she couldn\'t bear it any longer, he lifted that curse as well.

He leaned a little closer to her sweaty face, still grimacing from the hell he\'d put her through. With one hand positioning his erection closer to her mouth, he whispered, \"This is the best you\'ll ever get. And you\'re going to suck it like the good little mudblood you are. Right now.\"

He placed the purplish, swollen head on her lips, then put his free hand behind around the back of her neck, pulling her face toward him while he pushed himself into her mouth. She choked at first, resisting, and he yanked her bushy hair roughly. \"Do it right,\" he commanded.

Repressing her dual urges to vomit and to curl up and die, she ran her tongue over his prick and sucked on it as he withdrew it in a violent rhythm. \"Ahhh, that\'s better, you filthy little whore,\" he said in a more breathless tone. She watched with disgust as his face contorted with sadistic pleasure, knowing it was caused both by the sexual act and by her humiliation.

He began to thrust himself faster into her mouth, physically overwhelming her. \"Yesss, suck it, Granger,\" he said with a moan, as he pushed her head more insistently. She obliged with an inward wail of shame, tears falling endlessly down her face. She braced herself for his ejaculation, but it never came. He had withdrawn himself completely and was sitting beside her on the bed, his expression unreadable. More tears slipped down her face as she longed to get the taste of him out of her mouth. Her chest heaved with silent sobs as he watched with clouded indifference.

She knew it wasn\'t over and he soon proved her right. Snapping out of his momentary funk, Malfoy pushed her knees apart then knelt between them. He rid her of her undergarments with some spell that she wasn\'t able to hear clearly. A horrible chill settled over her naked body.

She dreaded this part; she began to tremble helplessly and renewed her futile bind-tugging efforts with her arms. He flicked his wand again, and she flinched. However, nothing obvious happened. She opened her bleary, swollen eyes in confusion.

\"I\'ve tired of the violence game. It was fun, but not quite as gratifying as I\'d hoped. Tears are so easy, so mundane. It would be better if, through all the misery, you wanted it--all of it. Wanted sex from me like water during a drought. Loving the feeling of me fucking you but hating yourself for it. Mudblood Know-It-All Granger, putty in Draco Malfoy\'s hands.\" He said the last few words like the seductive purr of a cat.

She was sure he would never get his wish, and braced herself instead for his bodily abuse. But as soon as hingerngertips touched her tummy, her skin was aflame.

That bastard. He\'d used an aphrodesiac charm on her. She cursed inwardly at her traitorous flesh.

He brushed his lips over her nipple and her nerves exploded. His tongue, lips...the tip of his nose, his long hair brushing her skin, his hands...it didn\'t matter what touched her, it all felt like heaven. She fought the delirium of pleasure with her indignance and pride and Gryffindor courage.

But it was meaningless. Each touch made her shiver. His hands groped both her breasts; she actually started to sigh--then bit it back halfway through. He smirked at the conflict gripping her face, then bent foward to nibble the sensitive area where her ears met her neck. He settled his body on top of hers, which sent her into sensory overload. Her entire body tingled and her loins throbbed more harshly than her own heartbeat. In her mind, she was humiliated more than words could convey, but her body overruled her, betrayed her.

She became keenly aware of his erection again, as he rubbed it against the lips of her womanhood. Her desire doubled and suddenly the mental argument was completely drowned out by unwanted lust. He watched her eyes slide closed and her lips tremble as he moved his prick inside her folds, pleased at how wet she was. He stopped for a moment, waiting for the ultimate prize.

Her eyes opened slowly when no more sensation came. They questioned his hesitation openly, but she didn\'t speak. He flicked one finger over her clit and watched as she bucked her hips with a spasm of pleasure washing over her. \"Beg me, Granger. Beg me to fuck you,\" he growled.

She shook her head defiantly, resisting the power of her awakened libido and he chuckled. Gyrating his hips, he moved the head of his prick repeatedly over her opening and watched her pant. He gave a few more light caresses to her clit, making her entire lower body ache with need. \"Beg me, Granger, \" he repeated.

She could fight it no longer...if something else didn\'t happen, she would surely go insane from these feelings. She bit back the words begrudgingly, but they came out anyway. \"Please fuck me, Malfoy...\"

He needed no further persuasion. He pushed the full length of his thick member into her as her virgin tightness clenched him deliciously. He relished momenta in in claiming what not even Potter or Weasley could have, then eased himself into a thrusting rhythm.

The odds were stacked against his stamina...with the stimulation of Granger\'s combined cocklust and humiliation and her tight, untouched body, he could feel his climax sneaking up on him early. He rode her roughly, waiting for the finishing touch. Because of his arousal charm, she moaned openly for a minute, then began to tense. He watched eagerly through his panting as her eyes rolled back and she let forth what nearly was a scream of ecstasy.

Her orgasm broke the charm, and suddenly all that she was fighting came flooding back. Her eyes flew open in time to see Malfoy moan deeply, annoucing the climax he\'d finally allowed to claim him. His shoulders shuddered and his eyes shut, and she felt a sickening feeling as his seed spewed into her.

She began to cry again, silently. He withdrew himself, dressed hastily, then looked upon her shaking form with unmistakable gloating in his eyes. \"Know your place in this world, mudblood. This has been a long time coming.\" Then he drank from a flask that had been in his trouser pocket, and released the binds on her wrists. Before she could grab her own wand, he was gone.

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Author\'s Note: This is me indulging in some evil!Draco. Though I\'m a fan of genuine attraction in the DM/HG pairing, sometimes I want Draco to remain a serious bastard...for a while at least. ;)