Twisted Lust
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
31,127
Reviews:
158
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
twisted
Faster.
Draco shifted in his bed uncomfortably, putting a pillow over his ears and trying to ignore a certain hardness
swelling uncomfortably right in between his thighs.
And what was there to be done about this little, or rather huge, problem? Nothing.
He refused to acknowledge it, letting time take its place in making his erection deteriorate.
After all, he was Draco Malfoy, and Malfoys were above jacking off.
Every night, and he meant every night, that damned lioness in the room behind his put on this show.
Every night he couldn’t sleep until the sun was just about to rise, when the sweaty bodies of her latest prey went scampering outside of the room, as if they were trying to pretend they hadn't been there.
Oh there were plenty, he didn’t understand why they were so eager to be with her.
But every night she kept them coming, and he heard it all.
It's not to suggest that Draco enjoyed listening in on her trysts.
Silencing spell after silencing spell had been cast, he had even suggested it oh so subtly when
they were in the common room together that she should keep it down.
But to no avail, every fucking time, he heard the panting, the screams, the moans.
That stupid slag, Granger.
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She was so close, she could feel it, so close, but no.
He thrust in going as deeply as he could, his dick coated in her juices, he pummeled her from above, her name emanating from his mouth, bit down on her lips, throwing his head back in an unhinged manner as he came.
“OH MY GOD, YOU WHORE” he screamed, falling down on top of her.
Hermione pushed him out, just as his seed spilled out of his cock, covering her.
She rubbed it into her skin, as the boy (whatever his name was) eyed her, his cock limp, he couldn’t go again, they’d done it already four times. And she still hadn't come once, she never did.
“Just leave now, we’re done.” Hermione said, not facing that boy,
“you can leave through the door to the common room, no one will be there.”
The boy silently picked up his clothes and paused at the door,
“you’re such a good fuck, when can we do it again?” he asked with a sly smile,
he couldn’t wait to tell his friends all about it.
“Never, I’m sick of screwing you, you don’t even last that long”
“What are you talking about, I’ve never…”
The boy was cut off as a spell hit him squarely in the chest, making him disoriented as he clumsily made his way to the door, before stumbling out.
She sighed and went into the shower, blasting the steaming hot water.
She knew it was bad, she knew it was unhealthy, but she didn’t care.
Ever since that thing had happened in August, she could do nothing but fuck, like an animal in heat.
She thought school would be a problem, she couldn’t possibly fuck the entire male population in the same room as all the other girls, but becoming Head Girl had had it’s advantages.
For one, she had a room all to herself. Well, that's if you didn't count Draco, but he had no say or opinion on the whole sordid affair.
In the end, her beloved Head's room had turned out to be the perfect place for her to seduce boys back to her room and preform countless acts on them, hoping one day they would fuck her till she felt it, but she was numb.
Hermione still kept her grades, her appearances, she still was a loving best friend to Harry and Ron, but they didn’t know about her promiscuous hobbies. All the boys she slept with would remember, but they couldn’t ever talk about it. Her head girl badge would have been revoked in two seconds if she hadn’t learned that spell. She always cast it on them, she was so good at it, she could have done it in her sleep.
All this fucking had stretched her out, she didn’t even feel a slight bit of pain as boys entered her from anywhere. She’d even experienced having two boys in her cunt at the same time, it still produced nothing.
She was bored. But most of all, she was empty inside.
As the warm water cascaded over her body, trickling down every curve, a few stray tears managed to escape.
Like every night, she always asked herself the same question
What have I become?
Well, that was simple. She was a whore, a slut, a no-morals, leg-opening tramp.
______________________________________________
That damn lioness was finished, he could hear her sleeping lightly, the covers rustling, her shallow breathing. Draco finally started to loosen up, his eyes shutting slowly, dozing off into that much desired sleep.
However, sharp screams filled his ears,
“STOP! PLEASE STOP,
I’LL DO ANYTHING,
just stop.
stop!
stop!
STOP!”
With a loud yawn he kicked the covers of his body and shuffled over to the room next door.
There she was; shaking, trashing, tearing the clothes off her body (they'd have to be repaired in the morning), scraping her nails against her skin. The whole while continuing with her tortured screams.
Quickly he made his way over to her bed, grabbing her by both shoulders, and roughly shaking her.
“Hermione, damn it, wake up”
Slowly she opened her eyes, although still not fully aware that she wasn't in her dream. Blindly she tried to punch the thin air in front of her. It wasn't until Draco shook her once more that she fully gained conscious and looked up at the man holding her. It was then that her expression of fear slowly slid off her face, being replaced by one of more seductive potential.
"Come for a late night snack Draco?" She asked coyly, raising one eyebrow up,
pushing her bare breasts forward.
“No, you filthy little slut, I’d rather stay away from you and you’re diseases”
Letting her go and pushing her down onto the bed, he got up and started making his way back to his room, briefly he turned in the doorway, harshly whispering to her,
“Can’t you fucking put a silencing charm before you have another little night escapade?”
“Oh I would, but don’t tell me you don’t enjoy hearing me scream, hearing them scream, you just can’t wait to fuck me can you?” Hermione asked, sitting straight on her bed.
The moonlight which managed to seep through the window sill fell on her face, on her pale bare skin.
It was common knowledge that Hermione was gorgeous, but it was marred by a certain fear which seemed to hide behind her features, no one could place what it was. Draco himself was nothing short of handsome, and the moonlight hitting him only accentuated it.
'You really are beautiful' Draco thought to himself, 'what a waste of such beauty.'
As Draco glanced back at Hermione, she spread her legs a little wider and winked.
"Why can't you fucking accept the truth?" he said, leaving the room.
Draco closed the door, crashing back into bed, pulling the covers over his head, and letting out a frustrating scream into his pillow. Malfoy's don't scream either, they are to be cool and composed at all times.
As much as Draco tried to deny it, in some mysterious way, he was falling for her, hard.
She was everything he could want; bright, beautiful, sexual, cunning, too bad she was damaged goods.
Hermione laid back in her bed smiling, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was once she plastered on her face when her sadness and fear were overwhelming, it was a way of fooling herself into believing everything could go away.
Every night the same thing happened; Draco would come in and wake her from her nightmares, she would offer herself to him and act unaffected, he would leave angry. She didn’t want him to know anything, to let him in on her secrets. She didn’t care that he saw her naked, after all it was just a body, one which was destroyed enough already. And as much as she would throw herself at him, he always rejected her.
He was the only boy who ever rejected her.
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edited (5.22.08)
Draco shifted in his bed uncomfortably, putting a pillow over his ears and trying to ignore a certain hardness
swelling uncomfortably right in between his thighs.
And what was there to be done about this little, or rather huge, problem? Nothing.
He refused to acknowledge it, letting time take its place in making his erection deteriorate.
After all, he was Draco Malfoy, and Malfoys were above jacking off.
Every night, and he meant every night, that damned lioness in the room behind his put on this show.
Every night he couldn’t sleep until the sun was just about to rise, when the sweaty bodies of her latest prey went scampering outside of the room, as if they were trying to pretend they hadn't been there.
Oh there were plenty, he didn’t understand why they were so eager to be with her.
But every night she kept them coming, and he heard it all.
It's not to suggest that Draco enjoyed listening in on her trysts.
Silencing spell after silencing spell had been cast, he had even suggested it oh so subtly when
they were in the common room together that she should keep it down.
But to no avail, every fucking time, he heard the panting, the screams, the moans.
That stupid slag, Granger.
___________________________________________
She was so close, she could feel it, so close, but no.
He thrust in going as deeply as he could, his dick coated in her juices, he pummeled her from above, her name emanating from his mouth, bit down on her lips, throwing his head back in an unhinged manner as he came.
“OH MY GOD, YOU WHORE” he screamed, falling down on top of her.
Hermione pushed him out, just as his seed spilled out of his cock, covering her.
She rubbed it into her skin, as the boy (whatever his name was) eyed her, his cock limp, he couldn’t go again, they’d done it already four times. And she still hadn't come once, she never did.
“Just leave now, we’re done.” Hermione said, not facing that boy,
“you can leave through the door to the common room, no one will be there.”
The boy silently picked up his clothes and paused at the door,
“you’re such a good fuck, when can we do it again?” he asked with a sly smile,
he couldn’t wait to tell his friends all about it.
“Never, I’m sick of screwing you, you don’t even last that long”
“What are you talking about, I’ve never…”
The boy was cut off as a spell hit him squarely in the chest, making him disoriented as he clumsily made his way to the door, before stumbling out.
She sighed and went into the shower, blasting the steaming hot water.
She knew it was bad, she knew it was unhealthy, but she didn’t care.
Ever since that thing had happened in August, she could do nothing but fuck, like an animal in heat.
She thought school would be a problem, she couldn’t possibly fuck the entire male population in the same room as all the other girls, but becoming Head Girl had had it’s advantages.
For one, she had a room all to herself. Well, that's if you didn't count Draco, but he had no say or opinion on the whole sordid affair.
In the end, her beloved Head's room had turned out to be the perfect place for her to seduce boys back to her room and preform countless acts on them, hoping one day they would fuck her till she felt it, but she was numb.
Hermione still kept her grades, her appearances, she still was a loving best friend to Harry and Ron, but they didn’t know about her promiscuous hobbies. All the boys she slept with would remember, but they couldn’t ever talk about it. Her head girl badge would have been revoked in two seconds if she hadn’t learned that spell. She always cast it on them, she was so good at it, she could have done it in her sleep.
All this fucking had stretched her out, she didn’t even feel a slight bit of pain as boys entered her from anywhere. She’d even experienced having two boys in her cunt at the same time, it still produced nothing.
She was bored. But most of all, she was empty inside.
As the warm water cascaded over her body, trickling down every curve, a few stray tears managed to escape.
Like every night, she always asked herself the same question
What have I become?
Well, that was simple. She was a whore, a slut, a no-morals, leg-opening tramp.
______________________________________________
That damn lioness was finished, he could hear her sleeping lightly, the covers rustling, her shallow breathing. Draco finally started to loosen up, his eyes shutting slowly, dozing off into that much desired sleep.
However, sharp screams filled his ears,
“STOP! PLEASE STOP,
I’LL DO ANYTHING,
just stop.
stop!
stop!
STOP!”
With a loud yawn he kicked the covers of his body and shuffled over to the room next door.
There she was; shaking, trashing, tearing the clothes off her body (they'd have to be repaired in the morning), scraping her nails against her skin. The whole while continuing with her tortured screams.
Quickly he made his way over to her bed, grabbing her by both shoulders, and roughly shaking her.
“Hermione, damn it, wake up”
Slowly she opened her eyes, although still not fully aware that she wasn't in her dream. Blindly she tried to punch the thin air in front of her. It wasn't until Draco shook her once more that she fully gained conscious and looked up at the man holding her. It was then that her expression of fear slowly slid off her face, being replaced by one of more seductive potential.
"Come for a late night snack Draco?" She asked coyly, raising one eyebrow up,
pushing her bare breasts forward.
“No, you filthy little slut, I’d rather stay away from you and you’re diseases”
Letting her go and pushing her down onto the bed, he got up and started making his way back to his room, briefly he turned in the doorway, harshly whispering to her,
“Can’t you fucking put a silencing charm before you have another little night escapade?”
“Oh I would, but don’t tell me you don’t enjoy hearing me scream, hearing them scream, you just can’t wait to fuck me can you?” Hermione asked, sitting straight on her bed.
The moonlight which managed to seep through the window sill fell on her face, on her pale bare skin.
It was common knowledge that Hermione was gorgeous, but it was marred by a certain fear which seemed to hide behind her features, no one could place what it was. Draco himself was nothing short of handsome, and the moonlight hitting him only accentuated it.
'You really are beautiful' Draco thought to himself, 'what a waste of such beauty.'
As Draco glanced back at Hermione, she spread her legs a little wider and winked.
"Why can't you fucking accept the truth?" he said, leaving the room.
Draco closed the door, crashing back into bed, pulling the covers over his head, and letting out a frustrating scream into his pillow. Malfoy's don't scream either, they are to be cool and composed at all times.
As much as Draco tried to deny it, in some mysterious way, he was falling for her, hard.
She was everything he could want; bright, beautiful, sexual, cunning, too bad she was damaged goods.
Hermione laid back in her bed smiling, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was once she plastered on her face when her sadness and fear were overwhelming, it was a way of fooling herself into believing everything could go away.
Every night the same thing happened; Draco would come in and wake her from her nightmares, she would offer herself to him and act unaffected, he would leave angry. She didn’t want him to know anything, to let him in on her secrets. She didn’t care that he saw her naked, after all it was just a body, one which was destroyed enough already. And as much as she would throw herself at him, he always rejected her.
He was the only boy who ever rejected her.
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edited (5.22.08)