Cold

Cold
By: Banana Flavored Eskimo

Disclaimer: It’s J.K. Rowling’s playground. I’m just playing on the swings.

AN: I was bored so I decided to write.

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Her slim fingers dug into the dark fabric of her cloak, pulling it tighter around her small frame. She cursed softly at the chilliness of the dungeons. Why it was kept at such a low temperature she never knew. These damp corridors could be warmed up nicely using a simple heating charm, but no. God forbid Snape actually have his precious dungeons at a normal temperature for normal human beings.

Exhaling, she grimaced as she watched her breath escape her dry lips in a soft cloud of white mist. Teeth chattering and knees buckling, the Head Girl continued on her nightly routine.

“Stupid Zabini,” she muttered under her breath. He could have taken patrol in the dungeons, but the prat was off probably snogging some tart in a dark corner of the castle. “Horny bastard,” she continued her rant. Yes, it was official. Low temperatures and late patrols were not a good combination for Gryffindor’s golden girl.

“Such language mudblood.”

Her fingers reached towards her cloak pocket instinctively, groping around for the familiar wooden object. Her brown eyes widened upon realizing that she was without it. Her face paled to a sickly shade of white as the situation at hand ran through her mind. ‘I’m alone. I’m alone in the dungeons unarmed. I’m alone in the dungeons unarmed with Malfoy.’

Cocky smirk placed upon his lips, he gazed down at her through cold gray eyes. “Trouble mudblood?”

Taking a deep breath, she squared her chin stubbornly as she met his stare. “Malfoy, as Head Girl-”

“Silencio.”

Her chocolate eyes widened as she placed her hand against her throat, her mouth moving to form words she obviously couldn’t make.

“You talk too much Granger,” he stated simply as he began to circle her prone form. “It would be so terribly simple to hex you. Nobody could hear you scream,” he said with a sinister smirk.

Run. It blazed through her mind forcing her legs to move against their own accord as she attempted to escape the Slytherin.

“Petrificus Totalis,” drawled Draco in what she perceived to be a bored tone.

Anger coursed through her being, as she laid rigidly upon the cold cobblestone floor. The filthy prick was not only harassing her, but had the audacity to actually sound bored! ‘BORED!’ her mind screamed furiously.

The blonde Slytherin looked down at her frozen form, a frown of displeasure tugging at his lips. “I would advise against that mudblood.”

Hermione stared at him as he said those words. There was so much malice and hate behind them that she would have flinched had she been able to. This was not the mean spirited boy that taunted her in her early years. No. Before her was a man that wanted nothing more than to see her suffer.

Her heart rate quickened to an erratic pace as she noticed she was levitated. ‘Merlin,’ she thought helplessly.

Releasing her from the spell, he directed her body rather harshly into the stone wall to his far side. “Filthy whore!” he spat venomously.

Her body crumbled to the floor beneath her, slumping to the ground like a lifeless rag doll.

“Crawl.”

Hermione gave the Slytherin an incredulous stare.

His lip curled into a hateful sneer when he saw his word was not obeyed. “I said crawl mudblood.”

Horror. It raced through her veins like an icy chill, gripping at her heart. She was at his complete mercy. The realization of her thoughts frightened her terribly that she found herself upon her hands and knees submissively crawling towards the pureblood.

He stared down at the female before him, his face contemplative for the briefest of moments. “Undo my trousers Granger.”

The witch stared at him with open shock, her tongue forming protests that could not be formed due to the silencing charm still placed over her.

A sudden stinging pain in her left cheek brought her from her actions as she looked upon his fisted hand. Cradling her sore face, a coppery substance filled her mouth telling her that she was bleeding.

“I will not repeat myself again Hermione.”

Shuddering at the use of her first name, her fingers fiddled with his belt buckle. The way he had used her first name disturbed her. It was as if it were a curse word, something filthy upon his tongue. She blushed wildly as her hand brushed against a hard bulge in his slacks.

“Tell me Granger,” he began in a cold tone, “have you ever tasted a man?”

Shaking her head slightly, she dared not look at him.

He laughed deeply at her actions. “Go on mudblood. I’ve often wanted to shut you up in class by shoving my cock inside that mouth of yours.”

Breathing deeply, she stared somewhat transfixed at the hard piece of flesh presented before her. It was the first time she had been so close to that part of the male anatomy that it frightened her.

“Fuck mudblood,” he drawled with a roll of his eyes. “Suck it,” he said as he forcefully pushed past her protesting lips and into the warm cavern of her mouth.

Tugging painfully at her thick curls, Draco rocked his hips at a quick pace, gagging her with each thrust. “Merlin mublood, you’re good at this,” he commented through a hiss of pleasure.

Hot tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breath. At this angle, he was able to force himself down her throat causing the muscles to flex around his hardened cock. His thrusts became more erratic as she suddenly felt him stiffen. Closing her eyes, she attempted to push him away, only to have him dig his nails into her scalp painfully.

Draco groaned loudly as he emptied himself into her mouth. “Swallow it Granger. Every. Fucking. Last. Drop.” he enunciated with a hard thrust of his hips.

Hermione moaned in grief, causing another hiss of pleasure to escape Draco. The bitter substance filled her mouth, forcing its way down her throat. Finally, after what seemed like hours she was able to pull away. Collapsing upon the ground, she wept silently.

A tug upon her scalp brought caught her attention and she watched in disgust as the pale Slytherin wiped his spent member upon her messy curls. “No wonder Potter and Weasel keep you around. You can give pretty good head.”

Her legs pushed against the ground as she backed away from his towering form. He had what he wanted the sick fuck. What else could he do.

“You’re so easy to read, you know that Granger? If you think we’re done, you’re wrong,” he said with a twisted smirk upon his lips.

“Started without me love?”

Hermione stared towards the door, her brown eyes growing large.

“Make yourself useful Parkinson,” drawled Draco as he watched Hermione’s reaction with open amusement.

Hermione sat froze. Whether it be by the fact that Malfoy had an actual genuine smile upon his face or that Pansy Parkinson - Hogwarts resident slag - had suddenly appeared was now lost to her.

The Slytherin girl hastily discarded her robes to reveal everything. The brunette witch’s mouth opened slightly as she watched Pansy wrap her slim arms around Draco’s broad shoulders, her nails raking painfully slow over his white oxford shirt.

Those perfectly manicured nails quickly divested the wizard of his clothes, leaving him bare that same as she. Her smoky blue eyes gazed at Hermione, a taunting smile playing across her rogue colored lips. “I do believe she’s excited Draco.”

Gray eyes slid over towards Hermione. “I believe you’re correct.”

“Let’s fix that,” she said as she smirked cruelly at her prone form. “Are you wet Granger? Do you want Draco’s cock inside that dripping cunt of yours?”

Hermione flushed at her vulgar words as she silently cursed herself. It was true. The dampness in her thighs was undeniable and she could feel the liquid pooling in the fabric of her cotton knickers, soaking them.

“Come here mud blood,” said Draco.

Hermione chewed upon her lower lip as she crawled towards the nude couple. Kneeling at their feet, her brown eyes stared at the floor in complete loss.

“On your hands and knees facing us.”

Doing as was asked, she finally stole a glance at the two slytherins and goggled slightly. Draco was furiously pumping into Pansy from behind as her navy colored eyes locked with her own. The Slytherin girls smirked superiorly at her stunned expression as she let out a rather husky moan. “Fuck me Draco. Gods, fuck me hard!”

He complied with her lusty demands, thrusting into her at a frenzied pace. Looking at Hermione’s gaping expression, he smirked. “Wet mudblood?”

The brunette witch stared dumbly at the rutting couple.

Reaching to his side, Draco flicked his wand casually as he muttered words under his breath. Hermione was curious about what he had done, before a ripping pain tore through her body. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she found a broken end of a broom handle rhythmically thrusting into her damp folds. Shuddering at the intrusions, her elbows lowered slightly to rest her upper body against the cold stone floor.

“You wish it were a cock didn’t you mudblood. You want Draco’s hard cock fucking you,” taunted Pansy as her words came in labored breaths. “You’re not worthy you filthy whore,”

Hermione’s petite body shuddered as the rough wood began to move at a quicker pace, causing her eyes to glaze. Opening her mouth in a soundless scream, her body quivered as it gave into its need.

“Look at the sick fuck Draco. She’s getting off with a broom handle,”

Draco didn’t reply, but his body quaked as he thrust powerfully into Pansy, empting himself inside her.

Pansy groaned in protest. “I didn’t cum Draco!”

He didn’t reply to her words, but simply dressed himself quickly and stood to his full height. “One word mublood and tonight will seem like a dream compared to what I will do to you in the future.”

The Gryffindor didn’t reply for her body was tired and her mind numb with the events of what just occurred racing through her head.

Sighing deeply, Pansy dressed as she looked at the broken form upon the floor. Reaching down, she tugged lightly on a curl. “Good night Granger,” she cooed.

Hermione barely heard the door close as the two disappeared from the room. Her lower lip trembled slightly as her body slouched in exhaustion. Taking a deep breath, she let the tears flow freely as she cried upon the cold dungeon floor.

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AN: It started off as a Severus/Hermione fic with detention and Snape acting the part of a dominating bastard, then transformed into a Draco/Hermione fic and then somehow Pansy got in there… O_o?

I really don’t know how these things happen, they just do.