Sins

A/N: This story contains a great deal of sex and violence. Please enjoy and review. I'll try my best to update once a week.
***Freshly Beta'd by the wonderful SoftObsidian74, who was kind enough to fix all of my hiddious grammer problems.***
And yes, You may have seen this story in the Draco/Hermione section where I had originally began it as a oneshot that grew into something very off topic. So I have move it to this section.

1. Sins of the flesh

She watched him, it was her guilty pleasure; the one part of her dark desires that she indulged. Nothing came of watching… of imagining what it would be like to bind and blind him… to take what she wanted from his flesh.

It was her fifth year when she started to realize that she, as well as her two closest friends, may have been sorted into the wrong house. They all had darkness in them, Harry was the most dishonest member of the Gryffindor house that she had ever met. Ron…Ron had a temper worthy of Slytherin, and she stalked the pureblood Prince fantasizing about raping him.

Reaching her hand into the pocket of her jeans, she played with the small circlet of rubber that lay captive there. She ached to feel Draco Malfoy struggling under her, to hear him cry out in pain, fear, and frustration. The thought had her breathing hard, her knuckles turning white from the grip she had on her wand. How easy it would be.

You shouldn’t even think it, she chided herself mentally. You are a Gryffindor, a member of the golden trio; lust, rape, torment, these are not things that you do. You are good and just and pure…and completely delusional if you believe any of that. You want him--badly. Ron knows it, you know it, Harry knows it. You’re just to scared to act on it. That’s right, scared. You don’t want anyone to find out your secret. But if he’s bound, blinded, what could he do besides lay there and take it?

She faced this mental battle every time she took in the sight of Malfoy; watching him tore across her brain. And each time she would retreat to the commons without actually doing what she fantasized. But this once, the argument ended in her favor. He deserves the pain. And he’ll never know it was you. No one would ever suspect you because you are, after all, Hermione Granger. She smiled as she watched him walk the shore of the lake alone. It would be too easy.

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He had lost, he always lost to Harry Potter. The thought made him shutter, but he could not shake it from his mind. He would always be second best, never good enough. He kicked a rock into the lake and scowled; he was tired of always loosing.

He hadn’t heard the voice that hexed him, but he felt his body stiffen as the spell wrapped around him. Then there were more words, so soft that he couldn’t make out what was said. His vision faded, blackness overtaking him. His mind was racing, he didn’t know what was going on.

Hands ran over his body, taking his clothes. He could feel them, feel the gentle breeze against his bare skin, but he couldn’t stop what was happening. After a moment he found his voice. “Parkinson, if this is your way of getting into my knickers then sod off already,” he growled.

No reply was given, but the hands did not stop as they brushed gently over his flesh, down his chest, abdomen, and thighs. He heard a whispered spell and felt his feet leave the ground, then he felt the cool sand against his back. One spell was lifted for another as the full body bind gave way to the binding of his wrists and ankles into the sand.

“Who are you?” he demanded. Draco had nothing against sex, but not having any control over what was happening to him was more than a little disconcerting.

In response to his question his captor kissed him passionately, her hands running down his body to take hold of his flaccid member.

Draco groaned against her mouth, still struggling against the bonds that held him firm.

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Hermione had never felt the way she did as she coaxed life into Draco’s more than adequate manhood. He wasn’t Ron, but he wasn’t small either. She had one more curse for the fair skinned Slytherin Prince. Taking the smooth rubber cock ring out of her pocket she whispered the words that would bind him and keep him from reaching fulfillment. Watching him struggle, she felt her white cotton panties become moist with need.

Unceremoniously she stripped off her worn blue jeans, button up white dress shirt, white panties and bra, letting them rest in a pile in the sand. Kneeling over him she bent her head to press her lips to the nape of his neck, thankful that she had remembered to pull her hair up into a bun to keep it from brushing his skin.

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Draco groaned at her touch despite himself. “S-stop!” he growled, his head rolling back in the sand. It wasn’t suppose to be like this; he was a Malfoy, he was never suppose to be helpless at the hands of another.

He felt her hot, wet womanhood brush against him and felt his own body twitch in response. “Stop this, whoever you are, there is no need for all of this. If you wanted me this badly, I’m sure we could work something out.”

Her silence unnerved him as he felt her sink down around him. She was tight, not a virgin, but still wrapped tightly around him. He moaned and arched into her body, his desire to struggle and free himself was overridden by his need to get off.

He was still bound at the wrists and ankles but that didn’t hamper his thrusts and he ground his body up into hers as she moved up and down along his shaft. He was quickly reaching the panicle of his pleasure and knew he would soon plunge over the edge into oblivion.

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Hermione watched his face, saw it contort in need, his sightless eyes growing wide as he began to realize that while he could come close, he would be unable to feel the pleasure of orgasm. Her own explosion of need rocked through her body as she felt him struggle under her.

Gasping silently, she shuddered and continued to rock against his body, her pleasure elevated by the whimpers that left his slightly parted lips.

Once the waves of pleasure ebbed, she took a few deep breaths and looked down at the helpless man under her. His features were twisted in anger as he struggled against the magic restraints. Smiling darkly, she returned to riding his marble hard erection, determined to turn anger to pain and fear.

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Draco was gasping and choking on his need, “Get off me you whore!” he spat as he tried to pivot his body to the side to throw her from him. The pain in his jewels was steadily increasing, his need for release so strong that that it frayed his nerves.

Despite his attempts to throw her and his growled insults, nothing stopped her constant movement on top of him. The pain was growing steadily, and whimpers he could not stifle crossed his lips; he needed so badly for it to end. “Please… no more… please…”

In response to his pleas he felt her tighten and contract around him, ripping a cry of pain from his chest. His head thrashed as he felt her spasm and jerk, her second orgasm coming harder then the first. Then she was gone from him, her wetness drying on his rigid staff, his need still intense.

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Dressing slowly she watched her prey whimper and squirm upon the sand. She didn’t feel sorry for what she had done, he had deserved it. The little prick had always been so rude and self-righteous and she had knocked him down off his high horse.

After buttoning her shirt she took up her wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on the boy in the sand. Slipping back into the bushes where she had been hiding she removed the binding and blinding spells and watched to see what he would do. The only spell she had not removed was the binding around the base of his member. She wanted him to suffer for all the times he had called her ‘mudblood’ or cast hexes on her friends. She would have him suffer without hope of ending the pain.

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Draco gasped as his vision flooded back to him, the moonlight stung his eyes and he closed them against the intrusion. His body was still on edge and he dared to bring his right hand down to his aching member. It didn’t take him long to realize that there would be no release for him, which ever hex had been used on him was still in effect.

Forcing his eyes open, he sat up and looked around. He was alone; whoever had raped him had fled back into the night. Standing, he gathered his clothes and dressed, his cheeks were burning with embarrassment and anger. “I’ll find you,” he growled, facing the path that led to Hogwarts. “I’ll find you and I’ll make you pay for this.”

Limping back to the castle, his eyes swept the grounds for any sign of movement. If he was lucky his attacker might have been slow to make it back to their dorms and he would have a chance to catch them.

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Hermione smiled as she watched him walk away, she was still horny and would have to head back to her dorms and find Ron. Only he had ever been able to satiate her need. She wouldn’t tell him about what she had done to Draco. The time would come when he would find out, and his anger would burn hot only to be quenched by the sight of the other boy’s blood on his hands.

After she was sure he was back in the dungeons, she made her way back to the Gryffindor tower to find Ron and Harry sitting in the deserted common room playing wizard’s chess and talking about the earlier game of Quidditch.

“I’m glad you’re still up,” Hermione purred, slipping into Ron’s lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began to nipple on his earlobe and run her nails up his spine.

Ron shivered, one hand moving to caress her back while the other moved into her hair.

“Have fun Malfoy watching?” Harry smirked as he watched his two friends snog. He wasn’t jealous, the heat of their romance was scorching and had on a few occasions grown so large as to engulf him as well.

She moaned her agreement to her friend’s question as her lips pressed heated lustful kisses into her lover’s mouth, her tongue plunging into the cavern.

“Well, I’ll leave the game for tomorrow. Don’t make too much noise, you’ll wake the first years,” Harry grinned as he retreated to the dorms to give the two their privacy.

Hermione wasted no time taking what she needed from the man she loved. When she came, his name was on her lips and she felt him spend himself inside of her, filling her with what she needed to be satisfied.