The Will to Power

Title: Will to Power (Act I)
Author: Supersonic Bitch
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione, implied Ron/Hermione
Summary: It may not be the pain that hurts the most.
Warnings: NC-17: AU, het, dubcon (borders on non-con), chan, humiliation, violence, forced orgasm, orgasm denial
Word count: 750

(A/N: Two speed!ficlets originally written for the Quidditch Pitch's Imagination Inspiration Drabble Drive. Inspiration art by Odella. The same world -and partially the same scenes- seen by two very different persons. "Act I" is Hermione's version and "Act II" Draco's. Great hail and thank you to my awesome betas Arabwel and The Real Luciusmistress. I stole the title and the lyrics in both parts of the whole story from Death in June's song "Torture Garden". As you see, the story is not canon-compliant after OotP. FYI: The maximum word count in the challenge was 750.)


Will to Power (Act I)

"The will to power
The will to war
For the world is Hell
The bleak wind blows"

It is war time. Shattered houses, fear and death. Shattered people. The Gryffindor Quidditch team had practised on Hogwarts grounds when two Death Eaters arrived via Portkey, killed three Muggle-born children and then disappeared with a Portkey again. Perfect timing. Too perfect, unless someone at Hogwarts is delivering information to them.

The children killed without a real reason, their silent screams frozen on their faces. The traitor? Ron and Harry are right out shouting Draco Malfoy's name but it can be anyone of the Slytherins. We check out possibilities. One tunnel in the Marauders' map leads straight into the Forbidden Forest.

"The traitor has to use this way."
"But if he Appar-"
"Ron, you can't Apparate in Hogwarts. And the first watch is mine."

So I am sitting under Harry's invisibility cloak and time goes by. But then there is a glimpse of something inside the tunnel. I raise my wand to attack, the cloak sliding on the floor.

"Imperio. Speak no evil, Mudblood."

The warm, calm feeling like all worries of the world are raised from my shoulders. The soft drawl and the pale, angular face, eyes full of malice. Draco Malfoy. Not just a spoiled brat but cunning and calculating bastard. Of course. A Slytherin. A Malfoy.

"Come here."

I try to fight the curse but there is no hope. My body rises up and walks towards the darkness.

"I'd appreciate if you would drink this, bitch."

He offers a vial to me, completely transparent liquid. "Veritaserum" says the part of my brain that is still mine. It tastes like ...nothingness.

Draco asks some questions but my mind is turning all warm and sticky inside and I can only hear him snickering.

"We have some time to get romantic. Put your arms around me, Mudblood. Good, just like that. However, your position isn't very efficient, so I suggest you to kneel before me."

I don't feel warm or calm any more but the Imperius does not wane. Tired and worried, I let Draco inside and the blond's curse is strong. I kneel, still holding my arms around Draco's slim body, loathing both him and myself.

He silences my voice, there are only his posturing orders for me to lick his cock. This is beyond hate but I can't but obey.

"Not much experience. I think I'll leave your further education for someone else. Now I'd like you to remove your knickers and get on all-fours before me. Just like that. Good girl."

The worst thing is not my helplessness, nor the rape that will happen but the fact that my body consents to Draco's touch. Warm lubricant, his skilful fingers teasing my clitoris and two fingers thrusting slowly inside my arse.
The pleasure the bastard forces from my body.

Ron has only touched my breasts with awkward, clumsy hands. But it is love, not a cruel show for a power-tripping young Death Eater. But this pleasure. It is physical, nothing else. But knowing that doesn't help when the sneering oh-so-proud Pureblood makes me come, it should feel terrible, it should not feel better than anything before.

"So eager, Mudblood. Such a slut. This is what you were waiting for, not to find out some 'evil secrets' but the honour to offer your worthless body for a Malfoy."

A show indeed as Draco takes a violent grip on my hair and pulls my head painfully backwards, his grey eyes silvery with malice when he sees my face, blushed, tears I can't stop flowing down my cheeks.

"Do keep crying, Granger. It actually makes even you beautiful. So, I will allow you to keep your virginity. Spread your arse."

Draco slides his cock slowly inside my arse and it should feel terrible and disgusting. It feels but somehow I desire that. I can't.

"Touch yourself, whore. You want it anyway."

The sick oversexed bastard rapes me but still my hate and my hurt are far away. ...it must be a lust potion mixed with the lubricant. I try to shut it all away when Draco fucks me slowly, the pain and the pleasure merge together and it's dirty and so good. It can't be me yearning for more when the blond Pureblood climaxes inside my arse. Silencio removed just for the moment when I lose my control and let out a needy whimper. Draco hits my face and then there is only darkness.


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Title: Will to Power (Act II)
Author: Supersonic Bitch
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione, implied Lucius/Draco
Summary: We will never forget and we will never forgive.
Warnings: NC-17: AU, het, dubcon (borders on non-con), chan, humiliation, violence, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, implied chanslash incest and implied ...well, evil-ish DE stuff.
Word count: 750


Will to Power (Act II)

"The will to power
The will to war
Rather Hell with ourselves
Than Heaven without"

"Make yourself useful and I will release your father."

I do. I live with the enemy, studying their deeds and misdeeds. Their stupid morality of black and white. Like there ever was any difference between the Aurors and the Death Eaters.

The Dark Mark in my arm starts to fade. Thank Arawn, Voldemort allows me to leave. Air. I need air. I hate the Blood Chamber. The thick smell of flesh. Meat. Meat holes. The simple act of burying one's cock into unwilling flesh, some of that slowly dying.

It is not innocence or penitence that makes me scorn such pleasures. They are crude. Animal-like. As far from the Dark Wizardry as a Muggle is from a Pureblood. But still I partake on that feast once in a while when the aching emptiness inside my heart grows too cold to bear. Something to make the pain go away, even for a while.

Then I curl up, hating myself. I vomit my guilt out. It was unbecoming of a Malfoy. That is what you would say, Lucius. But if you were here, I would never need to drown myself into that flesh, to seek comfort where it is not found.

Never again, Father? Never again your moon-pale hair tangled in my fingers? Never your subtly dominant silky drawl? Never again your cock inside me? It can't be never again. That's why I am a spy. That's why I fight, not for the demented half-dead monster or for his servants sating their simple lusts on Muggle meat.

The forest is clean. Pure. I crawl down the damp tunnel again like so many times before. It is the only way and its safety will not last long.

There is something in the air. Something invisible. Scarhead. Mudblood. Weasel. They have found my secret. I cast a wordless illusion charm, only a movement in the darkness.

"Imperio. Speak no evil, Mudblood."

Good. Much to my dismay I have to admit that Potter is a fighter but Granger is just ...a student. There is no true magic flowing in her tainted veins.

Then Veritaserum. I have to know how they are taking turns while guarding this passageway.

"Now you are allowed to speak again. How long should you sit there?"
"The whole night."
"So it is me instead of Potter to save your night ."
"They will notice my disappearance-"
"Yes. Just can't let you all alone, there could be something evil waiting."

I will punish Granger before I bring her to the Dark Lord. I'll show her how pleasure can hurt much more than pain. The Mudblood deserves it. She was in the Ministry when- Don't think about it. It doesn't help Lucius.

"Very good. Now, unbutton my trousers."
"You will never survive this..."
"There are better uses for your mouth and I've grown somewhat tired of your voice, cunt. Silencio."

Hermione hasn't obviously sucked anyone's cock before and that is delicious. Her disgust and helplessness. The clumsy movements of her tongue make me harden in an instant but I'm so not getting those over-large teeth on my cock.

Oh, how she tries not to rub her cunt against my hands, pale and nimble as I work her worthless body to a climax she so does not want to feel. Too bad, so sad.

"So eager, Mudblood. Such a slut. This is what you were waiting for, not to find out some 'evil secrets' but the honour to offer your worthless body for a Malfoy."

Granger's shame is so delicious. I lick her tears from her face, flushed angry red. No, not her cunt. It would feel like blood-treason. And I think I'll like her arse even better. So much better indeed.

"Nice and tight. And you have to like it dirty, spreading your arse for me on a dungeon floor. You know why. You... oh yesss... are dirt. Mud."

My eyes blur in a silvery mist of lust as I come inside her and deny the climax her body is begging from me.

There will always be a memory of how good I made the Mudblood slut feel while I treated her like the scum she is. Her nose breaks under my fist. A delicious sound. She doesn't hear my voice when I whisper into the shadows.

"My useful facade is rather alike you now, Mudblood. Broken. But every cloud has its silver lining, I have a hostage now."


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