8
It’s been several weeks since she has accidentally teleported herself into an unknown world. Hermione has gotten used to her surroundings and has noticed that Aemond even stayed around a bit more often within his own chamber. Most recently he even asked a few maids to come in without ushering Hermione to hide. This was an odd development. The maids did not ask who she was, but instead when he would leave ask her if she needed assistance in bathing or clothing. Hermione usually kindly turned both down, although several of the dresses brought to her have been difficult to put on so in those instances she had no choice.
She passed her time reading when there were people around in the chamber, and when she was alone she paced trying to recall her magic to her. Without a wand this was not only proving to be a difficult task, but it felt impossible. She has never felt so disconnected from her magic, even as a little child she recalled feeling something, but right now? Complete emptiness.
She chewed on her lip during the evening meal she was having, while Aemond sat on the chaise reading a book.
“You look perplexed.” He said without taking an eye, his only eye, off the book pages.
“I would like my wand back.” She braved.
“Oh?” At this he looked at her, putting the book on his lap, “and what would I get in return?” He asked with a coy smile.
“I could tell you about my world, about magic, if you return it to me I can even show you-“ she replied, but cut herself off as his eye narrowed.
“A kind offer, but I would almost say you owe me all of that for just feeding and clothing you, Hermione.” He put emphasis on her name. She shuddered, something about the way he said her name made her stomach go in knots.
“ There’s not a lot I can offer which you don’t already have.” She said, taking a sip of some wine.
“Is that so? Strange, I can think of at least one.” He smirked.
She thought for a moment and offered “ You read a lot about war and battle, I’ve been in a war, I’ve been in combat, I can help you there-‘ she was cut off with him laughing softly at what she just said.
“No no, I would never ask for a battle strategy from a woman. Besides, women have much better uses than to plan wars.” He said amused.
This outraged Hermione, “That is pure and utter chauvinism!” She said, “ being a woman doesn’t make me any less capable at planning war than a man!”
He rose and leaned over her, looking directly in her eyes, “there are enough men within these castle walls that can give me sufficient advice when it comes to war, but neither can bear a child.” He said in a husky voice.
Her eyes widened in realisation.
“That’s silly!” She laughed nervously, “any child I’d bear would be a bastard, no? You are a prince! Surely there are ..er.. Princesses lined up for you?” She tested, his eye unmoving from her and a slow smirk spreading on his lips.
He reached up towards his eyepatch and slid it off his face revealing a sapphire in place of his other eye.
“You think a ‘Princess’ would love a face as hideous as this?” There was bile in his words, he detested his own appearance, as much as he knew how to carry himself with confidence, she saw the weakness underneath it now.
“It is not about appearance, it is about actions and kindness, mutual respect and sacrifice, understanding and communication, dependency and trust, and until you meet at least some of these there can never be love, even with all the beauty in the world.” She said to him, eyebrows furrowing and voice soft but trembling on the word trust. She didn’t trust him, she didn’t trust Malfoy, she didn’t trust anyone anymore. He was listening intently, still leaning over her, his long white hair curtaining around her.
“I believe that once a man takes a woman as his wife, she belongs to him, and it is her duty to do all those you’ve listed above, a man’s duty is to protect and provide. But here is where you are mistaken for what I need you for, I do not intend to make you my wife, I intend to make you bear heirs to my blood, a dragon rider’s blood. Every child you bear will be given a dragon egg and they will grow to become dragon riders, and that will become my blood’s power.” He had a manic look in his eye, which was accentuated with the shining reflection of candle light in his sapphire eye. His hand was caressing her neck, making her feel vulnerable and she tried to swallow but her throat went dry.
“-You WILL bear his children, you insolent girl!” The Malfoy patriarch raged. She was covered in grime, freshly released from the Manor’s dungeons.
“WHY?” She cried, “Are people like you not convinced that people like me are the scum of the world? For what purpose would YOU want an un-pure grandchild??”
“For the purpose of POWER.” He seethed. “ Much to my dislike it is people like YOU who wield unprecedented magical power, and if my brood is to continue holding a high position, especially amongst the new hierarchy, then I am willing to allow this blasphemy.”
“And if I refuse?” She asked, holding her ground.
“Then all your friends shall die!” He held his head high and he said this, looking down at her baring his teeth.
She didn’t look away from his eyes, one real and one sapphire as he awaited her response. “Power..”she swallowed.
“Hmm,” he agreed and adjusted a curl behind her ear, his breath caressing her face. She turned her face away from his and as if by epiphany she realised.
“I’m not a virgin!” she exclaimed.
He leaned away slightly, expression unreadable.
“That’s right, I’ve been with a man before, several in fact, so I highly doubt you want me to bear you children because I’ve been…um..sullied.” She was trying to match the prince’s speech pattern, in hopes to get her message across clearer.
Aemond stepped away and straightened, he covered his mouth with his hand and was…laughing? That was not the reaction Hermione expected, appalled, disgusted, anything similar, but laughing? That didn’t bode well.
“I’m deeply sorry, Hermione, but was that supposed to have changed my mind?” He had a casual stance about him as he went to take a wine goblet which he emptied in several gulps. “ All the better for me, I know my way around a whore.” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and chucking the goblet across the room.
Something lurched in the pit of her stomach as he grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her towards the bed. She attempted to break free, but he used his strength to throw her onto the bed, where she struggled as the many sheets twisted around her. She attempted to get up but he was already on top pinning down her struggling hands, he grabbed her by the neck painfully and used the other to pull a dagger from its sheath on his hip that he used to rip the front of the dress she was wearing. She was grabbing at his hand that was around her neck, struggling to breathe.
“STOP. MOVING.” he growled, pointing the dagger end at her abdomen.
The message was loud and clear, he was going to kill her if she continued to resist, so she let go, and stopped struggling.
He waited a moment before he released her neck and resheathed his dagger.
“Good,” he purred. He moved his hand from her neck grabbing her face and he forced a kiss on her mouth. His breath was hot and his tongue intrusive. She buckled against him as he pushed her ripped dress apart, freeing her breasts of which he grabbed with his hand. She wanted to cover up but he just swatted her hands away and she let them fall beside her on the bed. He kissed her roughly before his mouth moved down her neck and towards her chest. He paused, breath ragged over a hardened nipple before he took it into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue and teeth. Hermione had tears in her eyes but she couldn’t help herself as she mewled at the sensation. She instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, but it was too late he heard her.
“ So you are enjoying yourself, bet your cunt was slick before I even touched you.” He said viciously. He rose on his knees and took off the white linen shirt he’s been lounging in, throwing it on the floor. She looked up at him, candlelight haloing his body. He was lean muscled in a way where every single sinew was visible, it was frightening how honed his body was for precision and agility, and yet also beautiful. A crease formed between his brows when he noticed her eyes taking him in.
“Turn around.” He ordered, and she hesitated. “I said turn around.”
She rolled over onto her stomach appreciative that her chest could now be covered, but the appreciation didn’t last long as he started pulling on all the lacing on the back of her dress. He was rough, impatient, eventually pulling out his dagger once more to flay the remainder of the beautiful dress to bits. The cold night air met her naked back, and a cold blade gently ran down her spine; she shivered in response.
She heard him shuffle the fabric before she felt his hands pull on her hips to have her sit face down. Once he had her bent over, he groaned watching her core pulse at the cool air grazing it. Her cunt was wet and he didn’t hesitate before he grabbed at her arse to spread her open.
“Just as I thought,” he mused before she heard him unbuckle himself. She closed her eyes shut, trying to stop herself from crying, but before she could she felt him stroking himself at her entrance. His breath staggered as he groaned. She swallowed hard and felt him lean over her before he grabbed her by the neck, his thumb resting on her jaw. He urged her on all fours and said “ a bitch should act like one.” And he sheathed himself into her to the hilt.
She screamed with tears flowing down her face as he moved inside her. He was slow but rough with his movements at first, his one hand still grabbing her neck and his other toying, pulling and slapping her breast.
“Think you can just speak to me like some commoner? Think you can negotiate like an equal?” He growled in her ear, pumping faster and faster into her cunt. “No, you are mine and you will do as I say. Is that clear?” He let his cock slide fully out and then in, making it go deeper with each thrust. She whimpered as the free hand not holding her neck travelled lower towards her swollen clit. His rough fingers grazing over it made her groan and he demanded again “ Is that clear?”
“Is that clear, mudblood?”
“Y- yes” she panted.
“Yes, master!” He thrust into her harder and accelerated the pace on her clit.
She felt it coming close, her climax, as she breathed “ ye- yes , ma-master!” He was getting close too, she felt him falter before speeding up, caught up in the urgency.
He came into her groaning, sending her over the edge as his hand contracted on her throat causing her to see lights. His hot cum filled her, as he continued to slowly pump into her, her muscles tightened around him.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, both of their bodies glistening with sweat. She wanted to escape, to go clean herself up, but the prince had other plans. He laid up top of her until she felt him go limp and even then instead of pulling out or moving away he rolled to his side pulling her with him as he wrapped his body around hers.
His breathing evened and she realised he was asleep.