Not Like This

“You know you want this, skank,” hissed a menacing voice against her ear as the front of her dainty body collided with the cold stone wall. She knew that voice, and she knew it well. It triggered a foreboding chill that rippled down her spine. This had been happening for months now, but she had never told a soul about it. In some deep dark part of her, that she’d rather stayed unlabeled, she liked it and she was woman enough to admit it. Even if it was only to herself.

It took her a moment, but she slapped her palms against the wall and shoved back with all of her might, and gave a triumphant noise as his back slammed against the opposite wall. “Get off me, Malfoy,” she spat, brown eyes flashing at him maliciously.

“Are you retracting all of your previous begging for me to be on you, Weasley?” he asked coldly, dusting off one shoulder as though ramming into the wall had gotten dirt on it.

“Are you proposing that your impossibly large and misplaced ego wasn’t stroked by my begging?” she retorted, head swiveling from side to side quickly, hair swinging around her shoulders, as she looked for his two cronies.

“I don’t need nor do I want my ego stroked by the likes of you. Hand-me-downs have never suited my fancy, especially blood traitors.”

“Don’t suppose you’ve heard about Parkins-“ she was interrupted by the meaty hand that closed around her upper arm. “Get off!” she cried as the powerful arm yanked her back and held her arms uselessly behind her back.

“You love it, Weasley. Shut the bloody hell up,” sneered Malfoy, but the truth was that he loved hearing her wail for mercy even though he knew that she wanted it. He loved these encounters. Not because of Ginny’s physical appearance, that was less than satisfying or her vain pleads, but because of thought that he might be soiling Potter’s future bride. Little did he know that she wouldn’t end up as his bride and she had been corrupted long ago.

With both of her hands being held steadfastly behind her, Ginny had few options other than kicking her legs out at Malfoy, who was too far out of reach.

Cruel cackling greeted her feeble attempts at freedom. “Let’s stop beating around the bush, shall we?” drawled Malfoy in that arrogant tone that made liquid fire pool in the pit of Ginny’s stomach. She didn’t find him particularly attractive, but there was something about his aristocratic drawl that always got her attention. “That room, just there,” instructed Draco imperiously, signaling to the deserted classroom to their right with a jerk of his lifted chin.

“Get off!” demanded Ginny repeatedly as she stomped and kicked her feet. Crabbe’s hold never once faltered as he dragged her into the dusty, seemingly forgotten room. “My brother will have your head for this!” she bluffed.

“No, your brother will not have my head for this. You like this far too much to risk ruining it, and he can’t crawl out of Potter’s ass long enough to pay his baby sister any attention. Pathetic, really,” Draco pointed out in a bored tone as he stretched himself out in the teacher’s chair, using his feet to push away from the desk. He gave a curt nod at the empty desktop and a brief glance at Ginny.

Surprisingly, Crabbe and Goyle were intelligent enough to catch his meaning. Ginny caught on too and her facial expression melted into one that resembled fear. In all of their encounters, they had never tied her down. “NO!” she shrieked in sincere fear, eyes going abnormally large and wild looking. “Let me go! I refus-“ but Crabbe’s palm connected with her face with a loud crack. “How dare you hit m-“ Crack!

The red haired girl shook her head to clear it, clearly addled by such violent treatment. Violence had played a large part in their meetings too, but it had been neither excessive nor frightening. It had consisted of a few spankings and rough penetration. In Ginny’s mind, being tied down only meant one thing: they were planning something that she was going to want to escape from.

It was then she got her first lick in. Her foot flew out and landed hard in Goyle’s shin. “I want your fat asses away from me!”

Goyle immediately recoiled and bent to grab his wounded leg. Draco was on his feet in a matter of seconds, glowering at her so intensely that she literally recoiled. Grey eyes blazed at her like a gateway to hell. “Get. On. The. Desk. Now.” He bit each word out through clenched teeth as he drew his wand. The defiant lift in her chin answered him. Ginny Weasley was a Gryffindor and they bowed to no one. “Crabbe,” he said, perking a brow at her. This time it was Crabbe’s fist that struck her hard in the face, an evil glint now firmly set in his beady eyes. Through her dazed and pounding head, she realized that even Slytherins were protective of their own.

“Womanizer,” she slurred at them as her head lolled from side to side. The three of them laughed indifferently and she thought she heard one of them reply, “Slytherin,” but the room was spinning. Growing up with six brothers hadn’t done her too much good for this situation. In retrospect, she should have expected that eventually they would pull a stunt like this, but it had never crossed her mind. She should have been ready for whatever they were about to do her, but in her innocent Gryffindor mind she had thought this was all in good fun, that they all just enjoyed the power struggle and kinky sex.

She couldn’t have been more wrong, Draco Malfoy had plans for her tonight. Still, he wasn’t going to touch her, she wasn’t worthy, but he was going to grant Goyle’s wish. “Is she tied down securely?” he asked from his comfortable position in the Professor’s chair.

Crabbe and Goyle gave affirmative nods. “She is.”

“Good. We’re going to test your theory, Goyle,” Malfoy stated calmly, steepling his fingers in front of his face and looking at Ginny with a purely wicked smirk. Slowly, the room was coming back into focus and she instinctively tugged on her restraints, moaning in dread as she realized that she was splayed out to their mercy. “Get comfortable, Weaslette.” A hand gesture later, and Crabbe and Goyle were closing in on her again like flies over an animal corpse.

“NO!” she shrieked shrilly, swinging her legs at them haphazardly. Each of them caught one ankle and exchanged dark looks that were foreign to her, but made her blood run cold with paralyzing fear. The moment seemed suspended in time as she nervously glanced between them, holding her ankles up, the sickening grins on their face making her stomach churn. She couldn’t tell which of their hands ripped her blouse open, but she heard the distinct sound of buttons clattering onto the floor around them.

This was normal to her usually, but for some reason this time she turned her face away, burning with shame. Crabbe let out a bark like laugh of victory as his hands groped lewdly at her pert breasts, rolling her nipple between his index finger and thumb hard. “No bra, Weasley? Did your mother tell you it was easier to get boyfriends without one?” asked Crabbe in a raspy voice that she recognized. He was getting very excited.

Goyle was brutally yanking her skirt down only to toss it carelessly over his shoulder. “Stop it,” she hissed in a quiet tone, though now she realized that they weren’t going to stop and that they were all quite serious. Gryffindors were brave and noble and trusting, which made them a bit naive in ways.

“Panties!” exclaimed Goyle, his tone laced with mock surprise. “I wouldn’t have guessed.” He easily divested her of them too, and she took the opportunity to kick at him with her foot. Unfortunately, she missed. “You’re such a nasty bloody slut, Weasley. You’re dripping with want,” he said as his fingers danced up and down her damp slit, fingers plundering the silken folds clumsily.

She set her jaw, leaning up to glare at him, as if telling him that she would get him back for this. It drew a surprisingly loud laugh that made her nostrils flare angrily. She resigned to not talking, not wanting to give them the pleasure of hearing her beg for them to stop… or to keep going.

Goyle roughly shoved a pair of his fingers deep inside of her and began to scrap the walls over her passage with his short, thick nails. He watched in delight as Ginny’s brows furrowed in pain and her jaw began to flex rapidly. “I bet you love this, don’t you, you whore?” he breathed huskily as his fingers slammed in and out of her shockingly tight orifice.

Still no response.

Anger welled up inside of him and he slipped another finger into her, making her attempt to arch away from the fat fingers stretching her. All four of them knew that Goyle’s cock wasn’t much to brag about, but three of his fingers had already began to hurt faintly. Crabbe was watching in morbid fascination, as both of his calloused hands squeezed her now sore breasts with the intensity of his lust.

“Hurry up, Goyle,” instructed Draco. “Get on with it.”

Goyle nodded and pushed another finger inside of her, holding his four fingers horizontally in her seeping opening. “Please, Goyle, stop,” she finally begged, tears streaming down her face and strands of red hair clinging to the wetness on her cheeks.

But he didn’t stop.

Ruthlessly, his digits slammed in and out of her until her hips were gyrating with the force of his thrusts. Her cries for pity only fueled him on. He worked his thumb into her with difficultly, working his hand into her until it vanished up to his thick wrist. A horribly loud cracking noise came from her pelvis that made Ginny shriek like a wounded animal. A bit of cartilage had broken under the pressure of the gorilla\'s wrist, but it would heal. Slowly. Sobbing openly and fully horrified, she tried to fight her ankles away from them and push away, but it was all blocked and countered by them.

Draco couldn’t actually see this as he was sitting too far away and at the wrong angle, but he had planned this. He had a rather weak stomach and had no desire to see the Weaslette’s cunt stretched unnaturally, but he supposed that she was going to be a breeder and was going to have to get used to having a gaping hole. However, he had extracted his growing erection from his fitted black pants and his fingers were strumming over it expertly. “That’s enough,” he said in a quiet voice, standing and taking the few strides to the desk.

With his hand still yanking and pulling on his coloring erection, he pointedly kept his gaze away from the atrocious assault that was causing the arousing wails and screams. He wasn’t a sadist, but he loved hearing someone begging and sobbing for mercy. He was, after all, a Slytherin. “Look at me,” he hissed down at the hysterical girl.

Obediently, she turned her head to look at him and was immediately greeted by hot come slapping her in the face. It shocked her because he hadn’t made a noise and his facial features were guarded. She blanched, trying to turn her head, but found that Crabbe was holding her chin so that she couldn’t evade the secretions oozing over her sweaty face. Only then did Goyle pull his hand from her, making a disgusting slurping noise. He quickly worked a cleaning charm on himself and Draco while Crabbe untied her.

She was far too tired and sore to struggle or even snark at any of them.

A cruel smile curved Draco’s mouth, white teeth gleaming down at her as he smeared the jizz around, fingers rubbing it disgustingly in her eyes. “Until next time,” he whispered almost lovingly as he righted himself and strolled out of the room, leaving her broken and weeping on the desktop.