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A Different Requirement
A Different Requirement
by
Mr-Snuffler
scottcruce@comcast.net
PARING: Harry/Hermione
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Violence, Rape, Strong Language
This story is written in response to Scenario #7 for the HermioneGrangerFQFest
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HermioneGrangerFQF
OOTP Spoilers
ARCHIVE: Of course, but please let me know as a courtesy.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If they had not been so absorbed in each other, the events of the thus far perfectly ordinary day might have ended differently. As it was, the door behind them opened quietly admitting a single person.
Even then, if Hermione and Draco had not been so busy exploring each others mouths with total abandon, things might have been different. Perhaps it was the fact that two of Draco Malfoy\'s slim fingers were exploring the slick cave between Hermione Granger\'s legs and Hermione was moaning in complete and utter want. Whatever the reasons, the pair of them were abruptly halted in their bodily pleasures by a sudden howl of rage.
Malfoy never had a chance. He was flying across the room as the result of a red jet of light striking him in the chest before his addled mind could convince him that it might be a good idea to reach for his wand. Hermione, at least, made it as far as to curl her tiny fist around her own wand, but it was yanked from her grip before she could do more. The girl herself was sent staggering backward but was able to keep her feet.
Angrily, she whirled towards the door to see who had interrupted her intimate time with Draco. The angry tirade died on her lips, though, as she saw the blazing green orbs that were Harry Potter\'s eyes.
\"So, off studying again are we, Hermione?\"
Every word that he spoke dripped with venom, a barely suppressed rage evident in every syllable.
\"Harry, let me explain,\" Hermione tried.
\"You have nothing to explain. I understand everything, now. I don\'t know why I didn\'t see it sooner, though. After all, since when have you eaten a meal with your best friends? You know, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter! Since when have you studied with your best friends? For that matter, when is the last time you have even hung out with me and Ron?\"
Hermione tried to speak again, but Harry was on a roll, every sentence seeing his voice rising louder and louder as the anger continued to grow.
\"And studying in the library, really! Or is it the Potions lab today? Oh, and tomorrow it will be the History of Magic classroom. Tell me, do you let Professor Binns watch you and Malfoy study?\"
Spittle was spraying from his mouth now in a fine mist as he began to walk towards her.
\"We\'re supposed to be your friends, Hermione! And this ... This Thing\" (Harry\'s eyes cut to the unconscious Slytherin against the opposite wall.) \"That slimy ferret has done nothing but insult you, me and Ron for five years. And here I find you trading spit with that vile piece of hippogriff dung!\"
Here, Harry\'s voice failed him. He seemed to be too angry, too shocked to continue. Hermione was finally able to speak up, and it was not until much later that she finally realized that for once, she should have kept her mouth shut.
\"Harry, Draco gives me excitement in my life. It is just physical with no attachments for either of us. He makes me feel desired.\"
For a moment, there was dead silence. It was like a storm that had reached its eye, that deadly calm before the storm exploded once more.
And explode it did.
Ropes had bound Draco and Hermione was being crushed in a pair of extremely strong arms before her eyes had registered any movement.
\"Physical, is it,\" Harry rasped in a voice sounding similar to one that Hermione had heard only once before, that fateful night at the end of her sixth year just after she had returned home. Voldemort had paid her home a visit, and her parents had not survived the encounter. If the Aurors, led by Kingsley Shacklebolt had not appeared when they did, Hermione would have been killed too. Secretly, and completely subconsciously, part of her had been angry at Harry that he had not been there to protect her. If he had been there, Hermione firmly believed that her parents would still be alive, as Voldemort would have been much more cautious about showing up at her home. But Harry had been stuck in Surrey, kept separated from the wizarding world by Dumbledore\'s decree, packed off once more to his relatives\' house on Privet Drive.
It was only now as Harry\'s arms clutched her tightly to him that these unconscious feelings surfaced for the first time.
It was also most unfortunate for the young Miss Granger that Harry\'s Occlumency and Legilimency skills had improved greatly. Thus it was that as he stared at her, eyes blazing with barely controlled fury, he saw these thoughts through her eyes.
He snapped.
\"So it\'s my fault that your parents are dead, is it,\" he whispered in a voice that Hermione, pressed close to him as she was, could barely discern. \"I suppose it\'s also my fault that Sirius died at the Department of Mysteries! Of course, then, the fact that I was trying to save him was considered to be stupid me \"playing the hero\" as you put it.\"
\"Harry, no ---\"
\"Of course, when someone you care about is in trouble and I don\'t show up to try and help them, it is my fault that they died. My \"saving people complex\" should have kicked in, isn\'t that right?\"
Again, he didn\'t give her a chance to speak.
\"Well, my dear, sweet, concerned, caring, book-learned, two-timing bitch of a friend,\" he roared suddenly. \"Now, I finally realize just how little you truly think of me. Unless, of course, it suits your needs. And now I realize exactly why you and Draco Fucking Malfoy get along so well. You can only think of yourselves and ways to hurt people around you!\"
\"It\'s not like that at all,\" Hermione finally screamed, shaking with tears of anger and shame. \"It\'s---\"
\"Silencio,\" Harry drawled in a voice eerily similar to that of the ferret.
\"Our friendship is over, you back-stabbing bitch,\" Harry said in a voice devoid of emotion. \"Never pollute my eyes with the sight of you again.\"
Angrily, he spun on his heel and stalked towards the door. His hand had barely touched the knob, when he suddenly spun back to face her. A smile was on his face. However, it was lacking any compassion whatsoever.
\"But, before I go. I will give you one last present, my dear friend-that-was. Since you wish for a physical relationship, I will give you what you want.\"
Hermione tried to break out of her stupor long enough to run, but she was suddenly no longer on her feet. The Room of Requirement had changed, drastically, instantly! Where there once had been a room that resembled a library with a couple of comfortable armchairs and a roaring fire to fight off the winter chill, now there was a very sparse bedroom. In fact, the four-poster bed that appeared was now the only furniture that remained. Hermione, it seemed, had been standing in the very spot where the bed appeared, for she was lying on its surface, legs spread involuntarily as she had been preparing to run for it when the room changed.
Harry\'s wand flicked again, and she suddenly found her arms and legs respectively bound to the four posts of the bed. The stretching sensation was painful, but no where near as how painful she instinctively knew it was going to get.
She did not notice Harry performing the Silencing Charm, but she was made well aware of his continued wand work when she suddenly found herself devoid of her remaining clothing, her body spread out in all its considerable glory before Harry\'s ravenous eyes.
Hermione began to whimper in fear and outrage as Harry quickly divested himself of his own robes, slacks, shirt, socks, and shoes. Hermione found her eyes drawn involuntarily to the package between Harry\'s legs, and felt her mouth go dry. She was no expert on the male anatomy, but from what she had read in books, she realized that Harry was more than large. Harry was enormous!
Her theory was confirmed a moment later when Harry dropped his boxers on his pile of clothes. His erect shaft appeared with a bounce, waving to and fro in front of him like a deadly snake preparing to strike. Hermione supposed, in her terrified mind, that this was exactly what it was preparing to do.
Harry moved over to her, teeth bared in a terrifying grin. He spoke no words. He simply leaned over her and mashed his lips to hers. She knew she should not have been surprised, but she was. Her mouth opened in a silent O of protest, and Harry\'s tongue was suddenly inside, seeking out her own, wrestling it, dominating it the way he planned to do to her soon.
She bit him.
Enraged even further, he slapped her. Her head rocked to the side from the force of the blow, and little stars exploded before her eyes.
He yanked his mouth from hers and bent lower, fastening his lips on her neck, biting, gnawing, leaving marks. Her skin tasted delectable to him, sweet, spicy, creamy all in one. It was ambrosia.
She screamed for the first time then, a sound of hopelessness and helplessness. It made no difference to her tormenter. Instead of making Harry stop, it actually made his jutting erection seem to swell in size even further.
He trailed painful little bites down the front of her chest, marveling at the mix of sweat and her natural female scent. But he was in a hurry. Quidditch practice began in thirty minutes, and Ron, the new team captain in their final year, would box him round the ears if he was late, best friend or no.
His mouth finally fastened on her breasts, moving fluidly from left to right. If anything, the intensity of the bites increased. No blood was drawn, but it was a near thing, he judged.
Hermione was wailing pitifully now, the sound of her keening hardly stopping long enough to draw a breath. The feel of her rapist\'s mouth abusing her pert breasts made the shame and guilt course through her in waves. Why had she let the death of her parents come between her and her friends? Why had she started chasing after Draco Malfoy, the arrogant Slytherin who had always made it his business in life to make her own life a living hell at Hogwarts whenever he could.
At this very moment, she really had no idea. But she was paying the price for her actions. Oh yes, she was.
She felt cool air replace the biting teeth at her breasts as Harry finally relented. She didn\'t bother looking down. She knew what was coming next.
Or so she thought.
Two Quidditch-roughened hands were suddenly massaging her feet. They started at her heel and moved along the arch, then the sole, and finally her toes. Far from tickling, the feel of her feet being given the royal treatment sent an unwanted shiver of erotic anticipation shooting through her.
She did not realize her eyes were closed, until she felt a new sensation on her feet. Looking down this time, she saw with no small amount of disgust that Harry was inserting himself between her feet and using the soles of her feet to massage his enormous erection. As she watched, fascinated and terrified and highly aroused all at the same time, she saw a few droplets of Harry\'s milky essence collect at the tip of his rod and then felt it smear along her right arch as he continued to pleasure himself.
Abruptly, the mood was over as Harry released her feet, bringing her back to full awareness of exactly how dire her situation was. But apparently, playtime was over.
Harry\'s body was suddenly covering hers, his mouth crashing back on to hers hard enough to bruise her already well-kissed lips. She kept her mouth firmly shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of exploring her mouth again. Her resolve lasted only until he bit down hard on her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood and to bring more tears of pain to her still leaky eyes.
And then, he was at her entrance, poised to ram himself home in her not-quite-virginal channel. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop, to plead with the man who had once been her friend to remember their friendship. She meant to tell him she was sorry. Could he ever forgive her for being so stupid.
She meant to do all of these things.
Instead, she screamed as Harry thrust his hips forward, plowing his flesh wand deep in to her wand holder with one brutal movement.
She was not well lubricated. It would not have mattered much, however, as his size would have been a rough fit even if her juices were flowing copiously. Now, it felt just like a battering ram was attacking her delicate innards.
The sawing scream of agony was torn from the beautiful Miss Granger as the invading cock spread her channel open wider than ever before. The next few moments were punctuated only by Harry\'s grunts of pleasure as he worked himself further and further in to Hermione\'s snug passage.
Finally, with a last effort and another howl of pain from the now freely crying girl, Harry found himself resting in her up to the hilt. His eyes had rolled back in his head in pleasure mixed with agony, said agony stemming from the tight grip Hermione\'s box had on him.
He paused for a moment to continue to savor the sensation of having Hermione wrapped securely around him before withdrawing and pushing back in slowly.
He continued for several moments, gradually picking up his pace as he continued to jack-hammer his hips in to hers, grinding himself in, moving in little twisty movements with his hips to try and experience every sensation that could be found by fucking Hermione Granger, his former friend.
Hermione, for her part, only closed her eyes and continued to pray that this nightmare would end soon. She finally saw how completely Harry had snapped, saw the calm lucidity and quiet strength that was Harry Potter almost visibly crumble as he continued to use her body for his own pleasures. If there was anything to be found remotely comforting on this, the worst night of her life, it was the fact that her juices were finally beginning to flow making the invading prick move with greater freedom. Also, it appeared, her torment was nearly over. Harry\'s face was flushed, his eyes rolling wildly in their sockets as he continued to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw.
Two minutes later, Hermione felt him tense over her, saw his face scrunch tightly in concentration, then felt him expand even more, if that were possible. He howled her name as he released, planting himself in her to the hilt, letting her tiny body receive his essence, letting her little-used box drink down the load of juice that he had prepared just for her.
Afterward, he dressed quickly. He refused to look at her. Hermione hoped that it was out of shame and guilt over his actions. That hope was nice while it lasted, but it was not the reason.
After he had his clothes back in place, he strolled back over to the bed, leaned over her, and gently bit her ear. At her gasp, he chuckled.
\"Well, Spermione, as fun as that was, I have work to do, Quidditch practice to attend, and worlds to save. If you decide that Ferret Boy can\'t satisfy you, I believe you know where you can find me for a repeat performance of today. And who knows, if you beg nicely, I might even leave you free to enjoy it.\"
He laughed harder at her indignant squeal of outrage. With a last and very painful bite to her earlobe, he moved to the foot of the bed and, leaning down, pressed soft yet mocking kisses to her feet, nipping hard at the loose skin on the tops of her feet. He pulled her wand out from the pocket of his robes where he had put it after collecting it when he had disarmed her. With a manic smirk on his face, he pointed it at Draco Malfoy, now wide awake and staring hungrily at the naked spread-eagled Hermione Granger and muttered two words.
\"Stupefy! Obliviate!\"
He tossed Hermione\'s wand on the floor, banished the ropes around her, waved merrily at her, and left, humming part of some Muggle song under his breath as he went.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Voldemort withdrew, completely satisfied, from Potter\'s mind. The boy would soon be his for the taking. Now the question remained of whether to lure the boy to his side or kill him quickly. He would ponder on that. Now that Potter had raped the Mudblood Granger, he would be expelled at the very least from Hogwarts. Dumbledore would not continue to help him, and he would be powerless against the Dark Lord\'s fury.
High, cold, pitiless laughter rang around Voldemort\'s throne room.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
As Hermione attempted to sneak in to the Head Boy and Girl dorm long after dark, it appeared that it would not be that simple. Two strong arms clamped around her drawing her to the chest of her assailant.
\"You were brilliant, Hermione,\" Harry Potter said with a grin. \"Now that I\'ve finally completed my Occlumency training, I was able to hide the fact that we were role playing from Voldemort. You were brilliant!\"
For the next few moments, the two of them stood there in the common room they shared as Head Boy and Head Girl. They were oblivious to their surroundings as they continued their passionate kissing. His hands were roaming through her bushy hair, and her own had risen to comb through his unruly black mane as they continued to battle for dominance in the tonsil Quidditch game that had been instigated.
It was not until a few moments later when they were both naked and Hermione was impaled on Harry\'s girth that she panted out, \"Ron was brilliant as Malfoy, what do you (oh God, Harry that feels great, don\'t stop) think?\"
But before Harry could answer his girlfriend, they both came. Her box contracted around him several times as she clawed his shoulders, drawing small bits of blood as she marked him as her own. He screamed her name as she received her second load from him for the day.
Moments later, the two sated teens slept, curled around each other on the common room sofa, content in the fact that Voldemort would now believe that Harry would soon be in his clutches as he would be abandoned by his friends for the \'rape\' that he had committed.
And it would be then, with Voldemort believing that Harry was broken completely, that Harry would strike, and one would live, while the other would not survive. With Hermione Jane Granger, soon to be Hermione Granger-Potter after confirmation of her surprise pregnancy by his side, Harry knew the survivor would be him.
End
by
Mr-Snuffler
scottcruce@comcast.net
PARING: Harry/Hermione
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Violence, Rape, Strong Language
This story is written in response to Scenario #7 for the HermioneGrangerFQFest
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HermioneGrangerFQF
OOTP Spoilers
ARCHIVE: Of course, but please let me know as a courtesy.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If they had not been so absorbed in each other, the events of the thus far perfectly ordinary day might have ended differently. As it was, the door behind them opened quietly admitting a single person.
Even then, if Hermione and Draco had not been so busy exploring each others mouths with total abandon, things might have been different. Perhaps it was the fact that two of Draco Malfoy\'s slim fingers were exploring the slick cave between Hermione Granger\'s legs and Hermione was moaning in complete and utter want. Whatever the reasons, the pair of them were abruptly halted in their bodily pleasures by a sudden howl of rage.
Malfoy never had a chance. He was flying across the room as the result of a red jet of light striking him in the chest before his addled mind could convince him that it might be a good idea to reach for his wand. Hermione, at least, made it as far as to curl her tiny fist around her own wand, but it was yanked from her grip before she could do more. The girl herself was sent staggering backward but was able to keep her feet.
Angrily, she whirled towards the door to see who had interrupted her intimate time with Draco. The angry tirade died on her lips, though, as she saw the blazing green orbs that were Harry Potter\'s eyes.
\"So, off studying again are we, Hermione?\"
Every word that he spoke dripped with venom, a barely suppressed rage evident in every syllable.
\"Harry, let me explain,\" Hermione tried.
\"You have nothing to explain. I understand everything, now. I don\'t know why I didn\'t see it sooner, though. After all, since when have you eaten a meal with your best friends? You know, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter! Since when have you studied with your best friends? For that matter, when is the last time you have even hung out with me and Ron?\"
Hermione tried to speak again, but Harry was on a roll, every sentence seeing his voice rising louder and louder as the anger continued to grow.
\"And studying in the library, really! Or is it the Potions lab today? Oh, and tomorrow it will be the History of Magic classroom. Tell me, do you let Professor Binns watch you and Malfoy study?\"
Spittle was spraying from his mouth now in a fine mist as he began to walk towards her.
\"We\'re supposed to be your friends, Hermione! And this ... This Thing\" (Harry\'s eyes cut to the unconscious Slytherin against the opposite wall.) \"That slimy ferret has done nothing but insult you, me and Ron for five years. And here I find you trading spit with that vile piece of hippogriff dung!\"
Here, Harry\'s voice failed him. He seemed to be too angry, too shocked to continue. Hermione was finally able to speak up, and it was not until much later that she finally realized that for once, she should have kept her mouth shut.
\"Harry, Draco gives me excitement in my life. It is just physical with no attachments for either of us. He makes me feel desired.\"
For a moment, there was dead silence. It was like a storm that had reached its eye, that deadly calm before the storm exploded once more.
And explode it did.
Ropes had bound Draco and Hermione was being crushed in a pair of extremely strong arms before her eyes had registered any movement.
\"Physical, is it,\" Harry rasped in a voice sounding similar to one that Hermione had heard only once before, that fateful night at the end of her sixth year just after she had returned home. Voldemort had paid her home a visit, and her parents had not survived the encounter. If the Aurors, led by Kingsley Shacklebolt had not appeared when they did, Hermione would have been killed too. Secretly, and completely subconsciously, part of her had been angry at Harry that he had not been there to protect her. If he had been there, Hermione firmly believed that her parents would still be alive, as Voldemort would have been much more cautious about showing up at her home. But Harry had been stuck in Surrey, kept separated from the wizarding world by Dumbledore\'s decree, packed off once more to his relatives\' house on Privet Drive.
It was only now as Harry\'s arms clutched her tightly to him that these unconscious feelings surfaced for the first time.
It was also most unfortunate for the young Miss Granger that Harry\'s Occlumency and Legilimency skills had improved greatly. Thus it was that as he stared at her, eyes blazing with barely controlled fury, he saw these thoughts through her eyes.
He snapped.
\"So it\'s my fault that your parents are dead, is it,\" he whispered in a voice that Hermione, pressed close to him as she was, could barely discern. \"I suppose it\'s also my fault that Sirius died at the Department of Mysteries! Of course, then, the fact that I was trying to save him was considered to be stupid me \"playing the hero\" as you put it.\"
\"Harry, no ---\"
\"Of course, when someone you care about is in trouble and I don\'t show up to try and help them, it is my fault that they died. My \"saving people complex\" should have kicked in, isn\'t that right?\"
Again, he didn\'t give her a chance to speak.
\"Well, my dear, sweet, concerned, caring, book-learned, two-timing bitch of a friend,\" he roared suddenly. \"Now, I finally realize just how little you truly think of me. Unless, of course, it suits your needs. And now I realize exactly why you and Draco Fucking Malfoy get along so well. You can only think of yourselves and ways to hurt people around you!\"
\"It\'s not like that at all,\" Hermione finally screamed, shaking with tears of anger and shame. \"It\'s---\"
\"Silencio,\" Harry drawled in a voice eerily similar to that of the ferret.
\"Our friendship is over, you back-stabbing bitch,\" Harry said in a voice devoid of emotion. \"Never pollute my eyes with the sight of you again.\"
Angrily, he spun on his heel and stalked towards the door. His hand had barely touched the knob, when he suddenly spun back to face her. A smile was on his face. However, it was lacking any compassion whatsoever.
\"But, before I go. I will give you one last present, my dear friend-that-was. Since you wish for a physical relationship, I will give you what you want.\"
Hermione tried to break out of her stupor long enough to run, but she was suddenly no longer on her feet. The Room of Requirement had changed, drastically, instantly! Where there once had been a room that resembled a library with a couple of comfortable armchairs and a roaring fire to fight off the winter chill, now there was a very sparse bedroom. In fact, the four-poster bed that appeared was now the only furniture that remained. Hermione, it seemed, had been standing in the very spot where the bed appeared, for she was lying on its surface, legs spread involuntarily as she had been preparing to run for it when the room changed.
Harry\'s wand flicked again, and she suddenly found her arms and legs respectively bound to the four posts of the bed. The stretching sensation was painful, but no where near as how painful she instinctively knew it was going to get.
She did not notice Harry performing the Silencing Charm, but she was made well aware of his continued wand work when she suddenly found herself devoid of her remaining clothing, her body spread out in all its considerable glory before Harry\'s ravenous eyes.
Hermione began to whimper in fear and outrage as Harry quickly divested himself of his own robes, slacks, shirt, socks, and shoes. Hermione found her eyes drawn involuntarily to the package between Harry\'s legs, and felt her mouth go dry. She was no expert on the male anatomy, but from what she had read in books, she realized that Harry was more than large. Harry was enormous!
Her theory was confirmed a moment later when Harry dropped his boxers on his pile of clothes. His erect shaft appeared with a bounce, waving to and fro in front of him like a deadly snake preparing to strike. Hermione supposed, in her terrified mind, that this was exactly what it was preparing to do.
Harry moved over to her, teeth bared in a terrifying grin. He spoke no words. He simply leaned over her and mashed his lips to hers. She knew she should not have been surprised, but she was. Her mouth opened in a silent O of protest, and Harry\'s tongue was suddenly inside, seeking out her own, wrestling it, dominating it the way he planned to do to her soon.
She bit him.
Enraged even further, he slapped her. Her head rocked to the side from the force of the blow, and little stars exploded before her eyes.
He yanked his mouth from hers and bent lower, fastening his lips on her neck, biting, gnawing, leaving marks. Her skin tasted delectable to him, sweet, spicy, creamy all in one. It was ambrosia.
She screamed for the first time then, a sound of hopelessness and helplessness. It made no difference to her tormenter. Instead of making Harry stop, it actually made his jutting erection seem to swell in size even further.
He trailed painful little bites down the front of her chest, marveling at the mix of sweat and her natural female scent. But he was in a hurry. Quidditch practice began in thirty minutes, and Ron, the new team captain in their final year, would box him round the ears if he was late, best friend or no.
His mouth finally fastened on her breasts, moving fluidly from left to right. If anything, the intensity of the bites increased. No blood was drawn, but it was a near thing, he judged.
Hermione was wailing pitifully now, the sound of her keening hardly stopping long enough to draw a breath. The feel of her rapist\'s mouth abusing her pert breasts made the shame and guilt course through her in waves. Why had she let the death of her parents come between her and her friends? Why had she started chasing after Draco Malfoy, the arrogant Slytherin who had always made it his business in life to make her own life a living hell at Hogwarts whenever he could.
At this very moment, she really had no idea. But she was paying the price for her actions. Oh yes, she was.
She felt cool air replace the biting teeth at her breasts as Harry finally relented. She didn\'t bother looking down. She knew what was coming next.
Or so she thought.
Two Quidditch-roughened hands were suddenly massaging her feet. They started at her heel and moved along the arch, then the sole, and finally her toes. Far from tickling, the feel of her feet being given the royal treatment sent an unwanted shiver of erotic anticipation shooting through her.
She did not realize her eyes were closed, until she felt a new sensation on her feet. Looking down this time, she saw with no small amount of disgust that Harry was inserting himself between her feet and using the soles of her feet to massage his enormous erection. As she watched, fascinated and terrified and highly aroused all at the same time, she saw a few droplets of Harry\'s milky essence collect at the tip of his rod and then felt it smear along her right arch as he continued to pleasure himself.
Abruptly, the mood was over as Harry released her feet, bringing her back to full awareness of exactly how dire her situation was. But apparently, playtime was over.
Harry\'s body was suddenly covering hers, his mouth crashing back on to hers hard enough to bruise her already well-kissed lips. She kept her mouth firmly shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of exploring her mouth again. Her resolve lasted only until he bit down hard on her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood and to bring more tears of pain to her still leaky eyes.
And then, he was at her entrance, poised to ram himself home in her not-quite-virginal channel. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop, to plead with the man who had once been her friend to remember their friendship. She meant to tell him she was sorry. Could he ever forgive her for being so stupid.
She meant to do all of these things.
Instead, she screamed as Harry thrust his hips forward, plowing his flesh wand deep in to her wand holder with one brutal movement.
She was not well lubricated. It would not have mattered much, however, as his size would have been a rough fit even if her juices were flowing copiously. Now, it felt just like a battering ram was attacking her delicate innards.
The sawing scream of agony was torn from the beautiful Miss Granger as the invading cock spread her channel open wider than ever before. The next few moments were punctuated only by Harry\'s grunts of pleasure as he worked himself further and further in to Hermione\'s snug passage.
Finally, with a last effort and another howl of pain from the now freely crying girl, Harry found himself resting in her up to the hilt. His eyes had rolled back in his head in pleasure mixed with agony, said agony stemming from the tight grip Hermione\'s box had on him.
He paused for a moment to continue to savor the sensation of having Hermione wrapped securely around him before withdrawing and pushing back in slowly.
He continued for several moments, gradually picking up his pace as he continued to jack-hammer his hips in to hers, grinding himself in, moving in little twisty movements with his hips to try and experience every sensation that could be found by fucking Hermione Granger, his former friend.
Hermione, for her part, only closed her eyes and continued to pray that this nightmare would end soon. She finally saw how completely Harry had snapped, saw the calm lucidity and quiet strength that was Harry Potter almost visibly crumble as he continued to use her body for his own pleasures. If there was anything to be found remotely comforting on this, the worst night of her life, it was the fact that her juices were finally beginning to flow making the invading prick move with greater freedom. Also, it appeared, her torment was nearly over. Harry\'s face was flushed, his eyes rolling wildly in their sockets as he continued to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw.
Two minutes later, Hermione felt him tense over her, saw his face scrunch tightly in concentration, then felt him expand even more, if that were possible. He howled her name as he released, planting himself in her to the hilt, letting her tiny body receive his essence, letting her little-used box drink down the load of juice that he had prepared just for her.
Afterward, he dressed quickly. He refused to look at her. Hermione hoped that it was out of shame and guilt over his actions. That hope was nice while it lasted, but it was not the reason.
After he had his clothes back in place, he strolled back over to the bed, leaned over her, and gently bit her ear. At her gasp, he chuckled.
\"Well, Spermione, as fun as that was, I have work to do, Quidditch practice to attend, and worlds to save. If you decide that Ferret Boy can\'t satisfy you, I believe you know where you can find me for a repeat performance of today. And who knows, if you beg nicely, I might even leave you free to enjoy it.\"
He laughed harder at her indignant squeal of outrage. With a last and very painful bite to her earlobe, he moved to the foot of the bed and, leaning down, pressed soft yet mocking kisses to her feet, nipping hard at the loose skin on the tops of her feet. He pulled her wand out from the pocket of his robes where he had put it after collecting it when he had disarmed her. With a manic smirk on his face, he pointed it at Draco Malfoy, now wide awake and staring hungrily at the naked spread-eagled Hermione Granger and muttered two words.
\"Stupefy! Obliviate!\"
He tossed Hermione\'s wand on the floor, banished the ropes around her, waved merrily at her, and left, humming part of some Muggle song under his breath as he went.
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Voldemort withdrew, completely satisfied, from Potter\'s mind. The boy would soon be his for the taking. Now the question remained of whether to lure the boy to his side or kill him quickly. He would ponder on that. Now that Potter had raped the Mudblood Granger, he would be expelled at the very least from Hogwarts. Dumbledore would not continue to help him, and he would be powerless against the Dark Lord\'s fury.
High, cold, pitiless laughter rang around Voldemort\'s throne room.
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As Hermione attempted to sneak in to the Head Boy and Girl dorm long after dark, it appeared that it would not be that simple. Two strong arms clamped around her drawing her to the chest of her assailant.
\"You were brilliant, Hermione,\" Harry Potter said with a grin. \"Now that I\'ve finally completed my Occlumency training, I was able to hide the fact that we were role playing from Voldemort. You were brilliant!\"
For the next few moments, the two of them stood there in the common room they shared as Head Boy and Head Girl. They were oblivious to their surroundings as they continued their passionate kissing. His hands were roaming through her bushy hair, and her own had risen to comb through his unruly black mane as they continued to battle for dominance in the tonsil Quidditch game that had been instigated.
It was not until a few moments later when they were both naked and Hermione was impaled on Harry\'s girth that she panted out, \"Ron was brilliant as Malfoy, what do you (oh God, Harry that feels great, don\'t stop) think?\"
But before Harry could answer his girlfriend, they both came. Her box contracted around him several times as she clawed his shoulders, drawing small bits of blood as she marked him as her own. He screamed her name as she received her second load from him for the day.
Moments later, the two sated teens slept, curled around each other on the common room sofa, content in the fact that Voldemort would now believe that Harry would soon be in his clutches as he would be abandoned by his friends for the \'rape\' that he had committed.
And it would be then, with Voldemort believing that Harry was broken completely, that Harry would strike, and one would live, while the other would not survive. With Hermione Jane Granger, soon to be Hermione Granger-Potter after confirmation of her surprise pregnancy by his side, Harry knew the survivor would be him.
End