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Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve consensual or non-consensual sexual acts, which may not be legal in all localities. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local 
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HermioneAndMalfoy (MF, oral, impreg, nc (rape), first)
By Egress

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	"How COULD I be so harsh?  She's just a depressing ghost with a cyclothymic disorder.  Why did I pay attention to her at all?" she asked herself as she walked down the dark hallway.  It was a few hours after light's out, and she was returning from the prefect's bathroom, where she'd had a loud row with Moaning Murtle.  Murtle had been so insistant about her being in love with Ron, and for some reason Hermione couldn't handle the suggestion.  Their confrontation had gotten meaner and louder as the time went on, and then Peeves got excited and started all of the taps running in the sinks at once and sprayed them at her, drenching her from head to toe.
	"It's impossible anyway.  I don't love Ron.  It's not like that...  We're friends.  I mean, sure, I'd like to..." she trailed off, not even willing to voice the possibility out loud.  Hermione's thoughts kept flashing back to the times when they'd held hands, sometimes by mistake, and the time when the blast-ended screwt had nearly blasted her in half and Ron had given her that hug... ok, maybe it went on a little long, but then he just went cold.  Maybe he doesn't feel anything but friendship towards me.  And she didn't want to be the one to chance their relationship (whatever it was) by asking HIM out on a date.
	Another hug came to mind, when Professor Lupin had turned into a wearwolf and she was sure he was going to kill them both.  She closed her eyes as she pictured it again, a small smile dancing on her lips.  He was so strong then, his tense muscles holding her tightly, and she pulled him so close to her, fitting herself to his...
	"Ooof!" - she bounced into the wall, nearly falling down from the force of the blow as he tossed her out of his way with a sharp elbow.
	"Watch it, Granger," said Draco Malfoy.  "Why the allow half-blind mud-bloods to become prefects, I'll never know."  He looked at her as she held herself up on the wall, her wet blouse clinging tightly to her body.  "You do have some decent curves though.  You just tend to hide them beneath those rags."
	"Just because some of us would rather spend more on manners then our wardrobes doesn't mean you get to be the minister of style and elegance.  You're as much of a snob and twit as you ever were, you twisted git."
	"Oh, is that so, Granger?  You'd replace style with fake fur and elegance with a small purse?"
	"What is it about you that makes you so afraid of small things?  Are you compensating for something?  Isn't it the big spenders who only have small..."
	Draco's eyes began to blaze.  "You watch yourself, Granger.  You'll get yourself into big trouble."
	"Is that the case, big man?  Or should I say little man?"  She could almost see his hair raising from his head as she made shots against his ego.  She kept with it, approaching him as she couldn't approach Myrtle.  "Is the pained look your mother always wears due to the small winkle your father has?  Could it be that your eyes are so shifty because you're wanking all of the time?"  She pushed him into a wall.  "Or is it just from staring down at your - Tiny - Little - Peanut - Dick?"  She poked him hard in the chest with each of the last four words.  Malfoy was shaking from his anger.
	She turned her back to him.  "You'd better grow up, little man," she said as she walked away.
	She never saw him draw his wand, but in shock she heard the incantation, "Imperio!"
	When she was in the DA, they had cast the imperious curse on each other to practice breaking out of it, so she knew the floaty-disconnected feeling that it gave you, but where they were inexperienced with the curse and admittedly younger at the time, Draco Malfoy was well practiced at the darker magic that his father had taught him, and his anger-fueled will clamped the curse about her.  She was never the best at breaking the curse (that was Harry, of course), but now she could feel it chaining her without a single weak link.
	"Come with me," said Draco.  He led her back to the Prefect's washroom, but when she entered it was not the lady's washroom that she remembered, but a more masculine room with a bath in the middle and a stained-glass mermaid sleeping quietly.  Malfoy added a sleeping jinx to reinforce the mermaid's sleep.  He sat on the thick tan pad of the bench with his back to the tub, then turned to Hermione.
	"Alright, you filthy mud-blood, you think you're so great a wizard, don't you.  Cute little tricks you pull getting me and my boys into trouble.  Well, I'm not the on in trouble now.  Time to put a slug like you into your place.  So how to do it best?"  He looked at her soaked body, the curves showing through her wet blouse.   "Ahhh, I've got an idea, and I'm going to enjoy this, though somehow I don't know if you will.  Show me that worthless body of yours, mudblood.  Let's have a strip show, sweets, and make it as sexy as you can."
	She smiled at him, walking back a few paces, one hand beckoning her enemy as her other began to primp for him.  Hermione's mind sat somewhat apart, feeling with disbelief her hands sliding along her flat stomach and up to her breasts, her hips swinging back and forth as she danced in a tight circle.  Her hands went up into her hair and pulled out the barette, shaking it into a loose cascade that would swing back and forth to hide her face.  As her hands came back down, they opened her blouse one button at a time, while her uncontrolled mind shivered with revulsion, pushing out against the spell, her mouth made dumb by the imperious curse.
	Now unbuttoned, she slid the loose garment from her shoulders, revealing her simple white brassiere.  'No!' she thought as her fingers pulled the blouse out of her skirt and tossed it away, yet she could feel the grin on her face, the come-hither glint in her eye.  In horror she felt her hands swing with her hips, moving ever so slowly to the zipper on the side of her skirt and sliding it down.  Her hips undulated as she swayed to an imagined beat, the skirt falling centimetre by centimetre as gravity pulled it along her legs.
	She ended facing away from him, and with hips swaying back and forth.  She slowly brought her hands up behind her to release the clasp of her bra-strap.  The poor girl strained against the curse, wanting ever so much to stop herself; no man had seen her naked before, not even her dad since she'd turned 8, and now she was watching from inside her eyes, feeling her body enjoying itself as she flung her clothes at the feet of her enemy.
	Hermione was rather chilly.  Having been soaked earlier, the removal of her clothes left her in the drafts of the large bathroom, and her skin was crawling with goosebumps.  Her nipples stuck out like little pebbles, hard, pink and sensitive.  She told herself that the shiver she felt as her thumbs slipped unbidden under the edges of her panties was from the cold, but deeper she knew it was the fear and, somehow, anticipation at removing her last garment and being naked infront of a boy for the first time.
	She bent forward, her butt waving near his face as she slowly lowered her white panties.  Slowly they came down, inch by inch, revealing half, now all of her butt, the feathery hair covering her mound just visible.  Down, down, down.  Half way down her thighs her arms gave them a flick, and she stepped out of them, turning about to face him with one arm over her breasts, the other at the junction of her legs. 
	Slowly one hand revealed her breasts to him, to rest on a hip, then the other moved to reveal her completely nude form.  Her mind reeled in horror, but all her body would do is lick her lips seductively. 
	"Not bad.  Your tits could be larger, and the hair on your puss is rather sparse, but that's to be expected, I guess.  Good arse, and I like the pouty look.  Hmm."  He tapped his lips for a moment as he evaluated her nude form.  "I think you should put those lips of yours to better use, though.  Suck my cock."
	Hermione's mind screamed.  Her hand touched his knee as he sat there, and she got down onto her knees in front of him, sliding her hand up his leg, the fabric rough but warm against her hands.  His leg began to bounce with excitement as her hand approached his crotch.  
	Inside her mind, she gathered her will to push back.  With a strong thrust she pushed against the curse and felt her body pause, her breasts swinging lightly as her body shook while she tried to escape Malfoy's control, but his will pressed against her again.  She had no hold, no leverage, and he laughed at her as her hand slid across the bulge in his pants, stroking his hard penis gently as she reached for the buttons with her other hand.
	One, two, three, four, five, and his pants lay open.  He lifted up slightly to let her pull his pants down, freeing his erect member.  About five inches; neither large nor small.  She planted kisses on his belly-button, then down, along the back of his penis, then slowly sucked his cock into her mouth.  It was hot and very soft, with a spongy head beneath the thick foreskin, and a flavor that was not completely unpleasant.  She slid her tongue about, stroking it as her head bobbed back and forth.
	Her mouth slid back, leaving just the head between her lips.  She licked it with quick strokes, twisting her head this way and that to caress the mushroom shaped bulb on every side with her slick tongue and he groaned.  In her mind she was no longer sucking on Malfoy's cock, but that of Ron, imagining the red pubic hair that she knew would surround the strong shaft of his manhood.
	Her apparantly willing mouth now began to fuck him, sliding back to hold only his head, then forward, bringing her nose closer and closer to his pubic hair with each successive thrust.  His cock-head pressed her tongue down as she pressed it into her throat, trying to swallow the whole length, but her gag reflexes made her body pull back for a moment as she stifled a cough.  
	As she moved forward again his hands landed on her head, pulling her into him.  This time when her reflex pulled her back, his will pulled hard at her along with his hands.  Bit by bit he filled her, his stomach approaching her forehead as her throat clenched at the invading dick head, making him groan in appreciation.
	At last her nose was buried in his fuzzy patch of hair, her throat uncomfortably full.  She found that she couldn't breathe with his cock so deep in her, yet she couldn't even try to pull away.
	Finally his hands released her and she felt her head begin to withdraw, the uncut end of his dick slipping nearly to her lips as her tongue massaged the underside of the fleshy spear before swallowing it again.  Each time he pulled her forwards she felt her body accept the intrusion with less difficulty until she barely noticed the discomfort.
	Malfoy's began to breathe more heavily.  She pulled back to pay some special attention to the cock head, pressing at the receeding foreskin, flicking her tongue along the slit in the tip, tasting his pre-cum as her hand cupped his balls, so heavy and full.  She rubbed them gently, feeling their softness, the thick, mousy blonde hair tickling the palm of her hand.
	"Oh yea.  Suck it." he said, and she returned to making slow, deep thrusts, but giving the head a slick twist as it came to the front of her mouth.  "Shit," he said, then again.  "Shit.  Shit.  Faster!  Shit!  Oh, yea."  His dick felt bigger in her mouth now, the flavor of the pre-cum filling her senses.  
	Faster and faster he wanted and so faster she went, sucking in saliva and pre-cum as her unwilling mouth worshiped his vibrating dick.
	"FUUUuuuuuuuuUUUUUUKKKkkkk!!!" he yelled as he pulled her onto his cock while the orgasm swept through his teenage body.  His hands held the back of her head tightly as his pelvis thrust up into her.  Hermione could feel his cock pulse as the sticky semen flowed up from his balls to fill her throat, flowing down to her stomach.  He pulled her hair and she slid back, the flavor filling her mouth before he thust forwards, nearly bruising her nose as he slammed into her again.
	He held her there for a moment as his orgasm subsided, then let her fall back to rest on the stone floor while he recovered.
	Hermione was gasping for air, no longer caring that she was swallowing his foul seed.  She lay with her forehead against the floor, her head between Malfoy's feet.  After a moment she realized that she had some control over her own body again.  Perhaps Malfoy's Imperious was broken by his orgasm?  She looked over at her wand, sticking up from the pile of her clothes, and wondered if she could get to it before he could recover completely.
	She slowly sat back on her feet, looking at his dazed face, her eyes flicking to the wand loosely held in his right hand.  Perhaps...
	Quick as she could she got up and made a run for her wand...
	To find herself stopping after one step and turning to face Malfoy.
	"Cute, mudblood.  Don't you know an Imperious curse lasts as long as I keep my will on you?  If I reduce the concentration you can do SOME things, like getting up there, but soon as I want you to, you're back under my wand."  He stood and casually removed his shirt and pants, careful to keep them dry.
	Hermione tried to tell him what she thought of him, but his grip on her was too strong.
	"You are a decent cock-sucker though.  Look at it now, all happy, and my balls are just drained.  I must have put a quart of cum down that dirty throat of yours."
	He stroked his testicles with his wand.  "Semenus Recargona" he chanted, and his penis, so happily flacid, began to rise again.  "It's a shame women can't feel that charm.  There's quite a little high you get as new, hungry little sperm fill your balls.  Terrible shame.  All set for round two!" he said.  "Come over here."
	She walked up to him, her mind shreaking.
	"Sit in my lap, facing me."  She did, her eyes looking at the quickly hardening shaft under a foot from her virginal opening.
	"It looks good, doesn't it?  You looking forward to bouncing on a real dick, not your little Harry's twig?  Hmm.  I want to hear what you really think.  I think I'll let you talk."
	He raised his wand to touch her throat.
	"You sniveling dog!  How could you do this to me!"
	"Easily," he said.  "Move forward in my lap."
	"Never, you evil bastard," but she felt her body inch forward, kneeling on the cushion on either side of Malfoy's legs until she pressed against him, her breasts against his chest, her labia spread about his rigid cock.  She inhaled sharply at the sensations; her sensitive, swollen nipples dancing with her breath against his chest, his cock throbbing along the front of her groove, each pulse of his heart pressing it against her clit.
	"No!  You can't!  I'm a virgin!"
	"Oh really?  Who were you saving it for?"
	"I... No.  Just let me go.  I won't tell."
	"I know," he said with a sneer.  "Now who were you saving it for?  I just want to hear you say that I got there before Potter."
	"But I don't think of Harry like that... we're just friends."
	Malfoy reached around her and took hold of her pettite arse.  "Yeah.  Right."
	She grunted as he began lifting her up and down, rubbing his cock with her spread labia.  Her breasts were pressed tightly into his chest and she found herself clutching tightly to him as her body shuddered with the unaccustomed stimulation.
	"I bet you've been dreaming of this for a long time now, having a cock in your breeding cunt.  Do you think you sucked all of the semen off of my dick?" he asked.  She felt the vein of his cock sliding against her vagina.  Could one of his sperm be working its way up into her even now?
	He lifted a little higher and her pert brests rose over his shoulders.  She leaned in so he could suck on one of her nipples.  "No, dooon't do that..."  The sound came from her mouth sounding more like a whining plead than the commanding tone she had hoped for.  She pushed herself upwards slightly to escape his mouth and felt his cock head slide back to wedge at her vaginal opening.  He looked up into her eyes, and compelled by his will, she couldn't look away.
	Slowly he let her sink down onto his pole. "Ungh.  No.  Take it out."
	"Me?" he asked, "Why don't you just pick yourself up off of me."
	She began to lift herself up and it slid out... almost.  But she couldn't get herself to lift off.  Suddenly his will smashed hers aside.  She heard herself say, "but it's so empty now," and she began to lower herself back down.  As her hymen began to stretch she stopped.  "Oh, it hurts, but I can't resist you," said her voice.  She bounced up and down, his cock stretching her maiden-head, almost tearing it.  "You're right against my hymen now.  Please make me a woman?  Please?  Oh Draco, please?"
	His hands slowly climbed up along her back as she bounced up and down, grunting at the bottom of the stroke, each time stretching her thin virginal barrier.  After what felt like an eternity his hands grasped her shoulders firmly.  He counted.  
	"One"  No, she thought.
	"Two" Please stop.  You can't do this!
	"Three" and he pulled her down into his lap, shreadding her hymen as he filled her.  She bit her lip in pain, though she wasn't sure if it was him making her react or not.  She sat still in his lap, his penis inside her, pulsing against the sore, shreadded remnants of her maidenhead with his heartbeat.  His bare chest was warm against hers, her nipples pressed tightly against his as she hugged him tightly.
	After a moment she began to squeeze him with the muscles of her vagina.  She leaned away from him, offering her breasts to his hungry mouth.  He sucked the hard nipples that looked so much like small, ripe strawberries while the pain from her deflowering seeped into the background of sexual stimulation.
	Her body began to dance against his, rubbing left and right as her hips made circles, stirring his cock and giving him pleasure.  It was strange to feel her body rutting against his, his penis filling her as both her body and voice begged him for more.  She knew it was her base instincts that wanted sex, not her mind, but listening to her own voice calling lovingly to him as the pleasure began to throb through her body confused her, and she sat back in her head and watched, apart from the action as well as in with it.
	After a while she grasped his shoulders and pressed down on them for a moment, lifting herself up and dropping down on his hard cock, knocking the wind out of herself as he penetrated her more deeply than before.  She lost all sense of time as she ground her body into his, eliciting groans from him as she meweled his own encouragements back to him.	
	His hands massaged her breasts as she bounced up and down on his prick.  The pain had long since passed and she hated the pleasure that her body was giving her as she rode him.  'It must be a purely physical response to the stimulation' she thought, but nonetheless she shivered as shocks ran through her body.
	She began to grunt in time with her strokes as the feelings grew stronger.  Try as she might, she couldn't shut out the euphoric cloud as it moved from her dominated body to her mind.  Her hands were now travelling back and forth from Malfoy's shoulders to teasing his nipples as she lifted herself up and down on his dick, exhaling with a grunt as she bottomed out, her clit mashing against him.  
	Left and right he squeezed her breasts, the occasional tweak of her pebble hard nipples making her squeek as the sensations combined with those down below.  It felt like a wire was connecting her nipples to her clit as he squeezed the sensitive flesh, the sensation running rampant through her body.  She paused with him deep inside her and rotated her hips, stimulating her clit.  Her long hair swished across her back, a soft counterpoint to the bright magic below. 
	She couldn't breathe.  The sensations were more than she ever could imagine.
	'No' she thought, as her body began to vibrate.  'He can't.'  Her hips ground into his.  'I can't.  He's raping me, how can I cum?  I'm not enjoying this!  I'm not!  I'm not I'm not I'mnotnotnotnot...'
	"IEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!" she cried as the orgasm burst from her.  She bounced and thrashed, impaled on his prick as she came, finally resting against him.
	"I didn't tell you to stop, slut," said Malfoy, but to no avail.  She was totally drained from her first vaginal orgasm.  "Fine.  On your knees."  He pushed her off of him, turning her to face away from his position, her head on her hands, knees under her, butt in the air.
	'Good thing I came before,' he thought to himself.  His balls were heavy with the magically regenerated cum, but his recent orgasm was helping him hold off.  He entered her hard, and began to fuck the brunette with a vengance.
	After a few moments she seemed to reawake, and began thrusting back into his hips.  Each time he felt himself get close, he would thrust in and hold her hips tight to his own.  He could feel his balls swell as he got closer and closer to unloading his potent syrup into the dominated witch.  She was grunting now with his thrusts, perhaps close again to orgasm.  Malfoy enjoyed the idea that he could make a woman cum twice for one of his own, and paused again.  Her hole was tight even now, squeezing him like a vice, her tight ass bouncing nicely beneath his stomach.
	For her part, Hermione was indeed lost to the feelings of being repeatedly penetrated, but as the euphoric haze reduced, a new thought ran through her rational mind.  Her wand was only three or four feet infront of her.  Under the imperious curse, it might as well be three or four miles away, but the long, narrow shaft was right in front of her.  If only she could break out of Malfoy's control.
	'No' she thought as her body began to heat up again, as the platinum blonde willed her to thrust back at him.  'I can't deal with another orgasm.'  Nonetheless she could feel the strains of pleasure tickling her from her nipples to her clit, spreading across her stomach to her toes and all over.  She reached between her legs to feel his balls as they slapped into her clit.  They felt huge, full of sperm, and at his mental wish she massaged them, feeling them tighten as he came close.  Then it happened.
	"Yeah.  Ungh."  Malfoy began to shudder.
	Hermione's mind went in a new direction.  It's a bad time.  A really bad time.  I could get pregnant.  If he cums in me, or even now it may be too late.  Oh no.  Oh NO!
	"Oh yea.  oh.. Oh... OH FUCK YEA!"
	She could feel the first pulse of his dick as he came, the magical sperm flooding up into her, causing her own orgasm.  "Ieyeyeyayayeyahhhhh!!!!" she screamed as she came, her clenching vagina accelerating the travel of his seed as it moved farther up and in.  She could just picture her cervix sucking at the fluids, swallowing them into her womb as her mouth had swallowed his semen before, now bathing her egg in his sperm.  Stunned, she didn't move at all, her mind turned inwards, feeling each pulse, the growing pressure in her tummy.
	At last he fell forwards onto her and slid off in post-orgasmic bliss.
	Hermione shook her head.  There's a weakness in his Imperious!  She pushed hard against it, felt it crack, then shatter away like an eggshell struck from inside.  She lunged for her wand.
	"EXPELERAMUS!"
	Malfoy, still stunned from his orgasm didn't stand a chance.  Thrown back against the tub wall, his head hit with a loud "Thump" and he slid to the floor.
	"Oh, I hope there's still time," she prayed.  "Ovastaturio," she called with a practiced flick of her wrist.  Before her a transparent cloud appeared in the shape of her torso with a tan area for her reproductive system.  There was a thick cloud of blue specks in the ghostly vagina, each indicating a live sperm.  Farther along were a smaller group that had passed into her womb, and just above that was the red light of her egg as it decended.
	"No!  Don't let them in!" she called to the egg as it was surrounded by the blue cloud.  One after another it stopped the assaulting mob, holding the sperm at bay.  The cloud thinned as they fell away.  
	She began to cheer, "Yeah!  Beat 'em back!  Yeah!" 
	Then the red spot began to pulse.
	"No!  I've got to stop it before it turns white and I'm pregnant."  It got faster.  What was that spell for protection?
	"NO!  Stop it!  NO!"  The light began to brighten.  "I Cant Remember!  NOOOOOOO!"
	"IMPERIO!"
	'What?  NO!  Not again!' she thought as the cloud of the curse split her mind from her body again.
	"Close one, Grainger.  Oh; what's this I see?"  The red turned to orange, then slowly brightened as the conception occurred.  In her mind she screamed.  
	"Congratulations.  You're now preggers, you stringy tramp.  Now how would that kind of thing happen to a good girl like you?  Oh, you going to tell them I forced you?  Who'd belive that?  Well, maybe your boyfriend or that other muck you hang around with, but how could you prove it?"
	He tossed her a towel.
	"Clean yourself up and get dressed."  She felt her body move to his commands, wiping the cum off of her legs, then washing up at the sink.  'I can prove it, she thought.  The Imperius curse will leave traces on your wand for a month or so.  You just wait.  Plus there's my lost virginity.  And a test on the baby will prove you're the father.  You bastard.'
	None of that came out, though, as his control was again strong.  Dressed again he took her back out to the hall.  Malfoy looked at his watch.
	"Just a few moments more.  Does it feel different yet?  You've got a Malfoy inside you, it's going to be a rough time."
	She shook her head, unable to even look down in shame.  Her hand stroked her belly where she knew it would grow, unless she could cast the spell to keep the egg from implanting, but that had to be done soon.
	"Tell me, have you snogged with your fair prince yet?  Just nod."
	"Ahh.  Well, for future reference, this is how a kiss is supposed to be."
	He took her in his arms and held her tightly, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth.  Her mind shuddered, though he made her body respond.  She could feel his slimy tongue slipping along hers, forcing its way to the back of her mouth before returning to fence tip-to-tip.  After a long minute, he broke the kiss.  "You're not bad, Granger, if I control you.  Wonder if you'd be any good on your own."
	"Well, I guess we won't know, at least not for a while.  I'd better fix this."  He raised her skirt and slipped the tip of his wand into her pussy.  "Reparo."  She shuddered as she felt her hymen repair itself.
	"That's one part of it.  Let's see now.  I think Lockheart was your favorite teacher, wasn't he?  Well he was mostly useless, but he did teach a few of us some of the memory charms that made him so famous.  Oh the ones he gave us don't cut out all that much time; two hours or so, but they're quite effective, and just about impossible to reverse.  Here's a gift to you, Granger.  You won't worry about having sex any longer.  REMUNO MEMORIAM"

	"Ouch!" said Hermione as she bounced off of the wall.
	"Watch it Granger!" said Draco.
	"Oh you watch it yourself, you overblown twit."  She wondered at the wierd look he gave her.  She wiped a bit of drool off of her lip.  Wonder how that got there.  She bit back another comment; she'd made enough trouble with Myrtle tonight.  She'd deal with it later.  Strange, she thought her clothes were damper from the spray Myrtle and Peeves had unleashed.
	Never mind, she thought, and made her way back to Gryffindor tower.

	A few weeks later she was worried about her period being late, but shrugged it off to the pressures of finals.  When the next month rolled about she was home with her parents.  She was in a bit of trouble with Mom and Dad, and couldn't figure out what had caused it; she hoped it wasn't a side-effect of some of the potions she'd made.  Hogwarts felt a long way away.
