Mione

Hermione stood in the shower, feeling the hot water pour over her. Her laughter, high-pitched and manic, filled the small space as she stood beneath the hot spray. It was a sound that would have sent shivers down anyone's spine, a stark contrast to the composed girl she used to be.

The truth was, Hermione was no longer that girl. She had been consumed by a dangerous obsession, one that had taken root in her heart and mind, weaving its dark threads into every aspect of her life. The thought of going to Draco's house again, of being near him, of having the chance, however small, to earn his kiss, sent her into fits of hysterical laughter.

She wanted to look sexy. After several minutes of deliberation, she pulled out a form-fitting black dress that clung to her curves. It had a daringly low neckline and a hem that stopped just above her knees. She felt a rush of excitement as she held it up against her body in the mirror.

"I have to look irresistible," she whispered to herself.

Hermione rummaged through her drawers for a pair of strappy heels that would elongate her legs. She applied makeup with a practiced hand, emphasizing her eyes with smoky eyeshadow and adding a hint of red to her lips. Every detail had to be perfect.

She gazed at her reflection, her heart pounding with anticipation and a dark desire to capture Draco's attention. Hermione had cast aside her old self, and in her quest for his affection, she was willing to become someone new, someone she hardly recognized.

She carefully avoided her father on her long walk to his house. Her feet were hurting her walking in these heels, but she didn’t care. Hermione arrived at Draco's imposing mansion with her heart racing. The butler, as stoic as ever, directed her to the bedroom. As she walked through the luxurious hallways, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mingled with apprehension.

As she stepped inside the room, the door slammed shut behind her, and she was instantly pulled into a forceful embrace. Draco's deep, mocking laughter echoed in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"You really went all out to please me, didn't you, toy?" He taunted, looking at her up and down with amusement. 

Hermione's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but she held her ground, determined to show him just how far she was willing to go. She had to impress him, to make him see that she was worth his affection.

Draco's fingers danced along the delicate fabric of her expensive dress, and with a swift motion, he tore it apart, leaving her standing in nothing but her undergarments. His cold eyes analyzed every inch of her exposed skin, making her feel vulnerable and exposed.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down. But this is how he is though, it seems as if this boy lived to make others suffer. More specifically, Hermione. He kept walking until she hit the back of his bed.

With a forceful push, Draco sent Hermione tumbling onto his plush bed. His lips, so often taunting and cruel, now trailed a searing path of kisses along her trembling body. Each touch was both a torment and a temptation, a reminder of her deep and dark obsession with him.

As he continued his relentless kisses on her body, Draco's voice dripped with condescension, she felt his smile as lips continued down her stomach. "You know you really don’t deserve me.”

“I-I want to-”

“Our lives are so different, so far apart. You're just a poor scholarship student, while I... well, I'm actually important in life." He stopped kissing and just stared at her fallen face with a smirk.

His words stung like a thousand needles, sinking deep into her already fragile self-esteem. Hermione's breaths quickened, and her heart pounded in her chest as he resumed, his lips trailing lower. She wanted to protest, to scream that she was worthy of him, but she couldn't find her voice.

Draco's fingers teased the edges of her thoughts, threatening to push her into a world of pleasure and pain, a world she was all too willing to enter in her desperate bid for his affection. He suddenly grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks with his rough fingers.

“I can feel your blush, you pathetic toy.” He laughed.

His teasing words and the intensity of his touch sent a shiver down Hermione's spine. As his fingers tightened around her face, his gray eyes bore into hers, and he could feel the blush that burned beneath his touch.

He kissed her, and this time, his lips found hers in a fierce and possessive kiss. Hermione's heart soared with a mixture of joy and desperation. This was the first time his lips had touched hers, and it was a moment she had longed for, even if it came with the harsh realities of their twisted relationship.

Their kiss was filled with a strange mix of passion and power. Hermione couldn't help but lose herself in the intoxication of it all, despite the knowledge that she was playing a dangerous game. She clung to him, her desire for him overwhelming any rational thought.

In that moment, all that mattered was Draco and the addictive pull he had over her. But beneath the surface of her happiness, a nagging voice of doubt remained. Was this truly love, or had her obsession blinded her to the toxicity of this situation? 

Draco ended the kiss with a sadistic smirk. He pulled away from her and stared into her quivering eyes. "You're nothing to me, remember that. “

At that moment, Hermione felt like her heart might break. She wanted so desperately to believe that he felt something for her, that he wanted her, not just for a moment, but forever. He resumed the kiss, and things escalated. He ripped off his own clothes and started to peel away hers, and she let him.

He gripped her wrists tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he pinned her down against his bed. His lips hungrily trailed kisses over her neck, and Hermione cried out at the sensation of his hot lips against her cool skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she tumbled into another world, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

As she returned to herself, Hermione was reminded of the harsh reality that she was nothing more than a toy to him. He had ripped her black slip in half, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She still wore the same black lace bra that she had worn for him before, but this time, he didn’t seem impressed. His eyes narrowed as he took in her appearance, as if she wasn’t good enough for him.

But she wasn't going to mess this up. She dreamed of this happening and she would make sure nothing ruined it, she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately.

Their kiss lasted for a few minutes, letting Hermione catch her breath.

"Draco, I want you so much..." She whispered.

He smirked. "I know.”

"Do whatever you want to me.." She breathed out.

It was inevitable, Hermione realized she was a slave to his will. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she would let him.

She was powerless to resist him.

Hermione moaned as Draco slipped his fingers inside of her. He teased her, getting her wetter and wetter, making her shudder and writhe in ecstasy. He was going to fuck her and she would gladly let him.

He teased her entrance, and Hermione keeled forward, desperate to feel him inside of her. Draco delighted in watching her struggle for control, and he took his time in delivering the pleasure that her body so desperately craved.

Finally, he thrust into her.

Draco’s victory was as sweet as Hermione’s cry of pleasure. She was his, and it felt so good to finally have her. She was worth all of the torment she had endured. He was rough with her, uncaring of her virginal pain.

Her body arched off the bed as he entered her. He didn’t tease her this time, he just fucked her. He fucked her hard and he fucked her quick. The bed rocked against the wall as he thrust into her, doing whatever he wanted just like she had begged.

Hermione couldn’t breathe. Her mind was blank as she struggled to process the pleasure and pain. She was his, and his pleasure was her pleasure. The heat of their passion filled her body, and she didn’t want to escape it. She just wanted to succumb to it.

She could feel her own body growing more tense, and she knew she was close to her release. Draco's thrusting hit deeper and deeper into her, and she could feel her own orgasm approaching. It hurt, but it also felt so good to feel him inside of her. She never wanted this moment to end. She looked up at him as she threw her head back in ecstasy, her body writhing with pleasure.

Once he was pleased he stopped, giving her a wicked smile.

She knew that smile, he was going to-

Hermione was suddenly pushed off the bed, and she landed on the ground. She looked up at him from the floor with tears sporting her eyes. He moved towards the edge of the bed and she was able to see his feet. She didn't know how to feel, but all she knew was that she'd do whatever she could to stay here longer with him.

He kicked her down until she was on her knees.

She stayed there, kneeling before him with her head bowed.

Hermione heard his deep chuckles as he grabbed her by her hair and forced her head towards his cock. He pushed her head down further until his penis was at the back of her throat. She couldn’t breathe and her eyes started to water even more.

Finally, he pulled her head away and let her take a breath of air. He laughed at her and then forced her head down again. From the sounds of pleasure he was making she knew he was enjoying himself, and if she could make him feel good, then she was going to do it.

"This is all you're good for," he cruelly moaned out as he pushed deeper into her.

Draco squirms as he feels his orgasm approaching. But he doesn't want to cum just yet. He pulls his cock out of her throat, letting her catch her breath. He sees the tears in her eyes, and he laughs even more.

You deserve better than this....Don't let him toy with your feelings.

Why was she hearing Ginny's words in her head all of a sudden? She loved Draco. It was her friend who was in the wrong here, how dare Ginny even say that to her today. She had no idea what Hermione deserved, or what she wanted. 

This is love.

Draco pushed her head back towards his cock, bringing her back to reality. She obeyed and took him into her mouth. She started to bob her head back and forth, sucking on his member. She reached up and started to stroke his shaft while she sucked, hoping to make him feel good. All she wanted was to pleasure him. She never wanted him to think she wasn't good enough. She looked up at him for approval and he smiled.

He gripped her head, his fingers digging into her scalp and she loved it. It hurt, but it felt so good to feel his fingers mark her. He couldn't hold it any longer. With one last thrust, he came in her mouth. She swallowed it all as she felt his warm cum run down her throat. She sighed at the feeling of relief as he came down from his orgasm.

She had sex with him and pleasured him all in one night! She couldn't believe this was real, she wanted to relive this over and over again. His satisfied expressions and laughter was all she wanted to see and hear.

As Draco looked down at Hermione, his expression shifted from one of dominance to something deeper, something that even he seemed to struggle to understand. The fire in his eyes simmered, revealing a hint of vulnerability that he usually kept well-hidden. For a moment, it was as if Hermione saw a crack in his façade, a glimpse into the complexity of his emotions.

He extended his hand, his fingers curling around hers, and pulled her up from the floor. Hermione obeyed, her body moving fluidly as she rose to her feet. The heat of his touch lingered on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It was a mixture of fear and desire that coursed through her veins, and she knew that she was willingly diving into a world of uncertainty.

Draco's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. "You're not just any girl, are you?" he mused, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "You're willing to play my game, to be my little pawn in this twisted dance."

Hermione met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of determination and longing. 

"Yes," she answered, her voice unwavering. "I want to be a part of your world, Draco. I want to be the one who keeps you intrigued, who keeps you from getting bored. I want to be the girl you can't forget."

Draco's smile widened, a hint of approval gleaming in his eyes. He stepped closer, their bodies almost touching, and reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. The gesture was oddly tender, a stark contrast to the cruel dominance he had displayed earlier.

"Well then, Hermione," he murmured, his voice a velvety whisper. "You've passed the first test. Let's see how far you're willing to go."

The next day, Hermione woke up in a cold sweat, the memories of the previous night's encounter with Draco still fresh in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease, a nagging voice inside her questioning the choices she had made. As she prepared for school, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame, unsure of how to face her best friend Ginny after what had transpired. 

The encounter with Draco had left her conflicted, torn between her desire for his attention and the realization that perhaps this wasn't the path she truly wanted to walk.

When Ginny picked her up from school, she couldn’t even face her best friend or look her in the eye. The car ride was quiet and awkward, she noticed Ginny staring at the hickey’s on her neck, but she didn’t say a word.

“You didn’t answer any of my texts last night.” Ginny broke the silence with a cold voice.

‘I-I was-”

“You were with that monster, weren’t you.”

He’s not a monster.

“I love him.”

“Get out,” Her redheaded friend muttered when they arrived.

She had never been this cold to her.

Hermione couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow as she exited the car, her gaze lingering on Ginny's retreating figure. The realization of the pain she had caused her friend tugged at her heart, creating a heavy burden of guilt. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had let Ginny down, and it weighed heavily on her conscience.

She walked down the hallway, her mind seemed to be everywhere. 

All of a sudden though, she heard loud cheers from her classmates. There seemed to be a fight going on. Hermione's blood boiled with a mixture of rage and jealousy as she turned the corner and came face to face with the distressing scene.

No no no!

Draco's cruel taunts echoed in her ears, but this time they were directed at Harry Potter, a scholarship student. Him and his friends were holding him up against the lockers and taking turns punching him. 

But what truly angered Hermione was the fact that Draco had broken his promise of solely targeting her. She couldn't stand the idea of someone else receiving his attention and now, seeing him tormenting Harry, her dislike for the boy she didn’t even know grew even stronger. 

The green eyed boy was crying now, and Hermione couldn’t help but feel bad. But nonetheless it should be her who was crying under Draco’s words. Hermione's voice turned icy as she demanded Harry to flee from the scene, her anger towards him clouding her concern for his safety. Deep down, she resented the fact that Draco's attention was focused on Harry instead of herself, fueling her jealousy and bitterness.

Hermione's heart wrenched with a mixture of anguish and confusion as she watched Draco's torment unfold. In a moment of unexpected detachment, she found herself stepping forward, her voice dripping with coldness as she addressed Harry, "Run away, Potter. Save yourself from this pathetic spectacle." Her own words startled her, as if they belonged to a stranger she didn't recognize.

Before Harry could react, Draco suddenly turned around, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well, Mione," he sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. "Looks like you can't bear the thought of someone else getting a taste of my attention. How pitifully in love with me are you?"

Her eyes welled up with tears as Draco's words cut through her like a knife. She tried to hold back her emotions, but his relentless insults pushed her to the breaking point. The laughter of her classmates echoed in her ears, intensifying her humiliation.

People started recording her now, and it felt like she was in the cafeteria all over again, back when Draco had thrown trash on her. But this is how it should be, he should be directing his insults only at her, even if it broke her heart. 

“Look everyone,” Draco addressed the crowd. “My toy will do anything for me, just watch.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He had repeated the words she always told him when they were alone. 

“Kneel,” he taunted.

She kneeled without hesitation, like they really were alone. Like there was no one watching. Except everyone was watching, and recording, and laughing. Draco was behaving like the monster Ginny had just accused him of being. Deep inside she felt like a fool, but she held everything in.

Draco extended his boot forward. “Now kiss my feet,” his voice broke her in half.

The sound of her classmates' laughter echoed in her ears, fueling her humiliation. But nonetheless she kissed the tip of his leather shoes, not caring about anything anymore. She was just as sick and twisted as Draco, because despite the tears dripping down her face, she had convinced herself that she was enjoying this.

You should be less sad now, his attention is back on you!

Shut up you pathetic idiot, look at yourself.. You’re no longer a person, only a toy for him to play with.

She shook her head as more tears streamed down her face, her conflicting thoughts making this even more painful.

Hermione couldn't believe what she had just done. The pleasure she had felt the previous night seemed like a distant memory now, overshadowed by the humiliation and regret that flooded her being. She had willingly allowed herself to become Draco's puppet, sacrificing her self-respect for a taste of his attention. 

As the laughter of her classmates continued to ring in her ears, she felt a profound sense of shame wash over her. But somewhere deep within, a flicker of defiance remained, a glimmer of hope that she could find her way back to herself.

But the problem was, she didn’t know if she wanted to go back.

She smiled up at Draco as he continued laughing.

This version of her made him happy after all.