HUGE WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER!! EXTREME VIOLENCE
AND SADO-MASOCHISM IN HERE!! I really don’t want to be flamed
and called a ‘sick twisted bitch’ or whatever, so I hope this warning will
help!! ENJOY and comment, please!!

Disclaimer: You think J.K. Rowling would ever do something this twisted? Of course Harry
Potter’s not mine! Back off scurvy knaves, ho!

A Dragon's Feast

by spiffytiffi
 
 

Chapter 4
 

Hermione stifled back a gasp of pain as she looked in the mirror. Exhaling through her
teeth, she hissed as she traced her new mark. Between her breasts and trailing down for
about 6 inches was an elegant, curving dragon. What was unique about this particular
“tattoo” was that it was engraved brutally into her flesh. No spell could erase it now. She
choked back a sob.

She will NOT cry. She is stronger than this. Painfully, she recaps on that day (and last night).

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Running as quickly as she could, she headed directly for the Head Bathroom. She hurriedly
removed all of her clothes and plunged into a hot bath. Ignoring how burningly hot it was, she
repeatedly splashed her face and vigorously rubbed her cheek. Try as she might, she couldn’t
wipe of the slimy, cold feeling Malfoy’s saliva trail left.

“Gah! I hate him!” she announced to the mirror, as she was stepping out of the bath.

“’Course you do dear……go get ‘im…,” the mirror replied sleepily before resuming sleep.
Hermione turned on the tap and cupped her fingers to capture the water. She put the water
in her mouth, gargled, and spat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

How-How DARE he do that?! She put a trembling finger on her red lips.

<That……That was my first ki – NO! It wasn’t a kiss! It WASN’T! >

She stopped scooping water for a bit and stared at her reflection. <He stole it!! He stole
my precious first kiss! Ron……..>

She slammed her palm into the sink. <Don’t think about Ron right now! > How could she
have been so stupid? She was the cleverest witch and she couldn’t do anything to protect
herself. She was pathetic! And now, without her wand, she really couldn’t do anything!
AND she had to face him again!

Her face burned red with shame. She slowly walked back to Griffindor Tower and made
her way to her own private dorm room. She sighed. She needed to be alert and ready
tomorrow. Better get some sleep.

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The next day, she woke up with a huge amount of dread. She was sorely tempted to just
stay in bed all day. But somehow she got herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She
growled. Luckily she brought along a makeup kit her mother bought for her over the
summer. She rarely used any of it, but right now she was thankful she brought it with her.

It took several layers of makeup to cover the hickey successfully. She spun around. It
was good enough, no one would really notice. And her hair nicely covered up whatever
bruising there was to her neck. Long sleeved clothing hid the rest. She was ready to go.
She took a deep breath, and stepped out to the Great Hall.

Constantly reminding herself to act normally, she arrived just in time for lunch. Harry and
Ron flagged her down near the end of the table, indicating they saved a seat for her. She
waved and joined them.

“I never seen you up so late, ‘Mione,” Ron said through a mouthful of sandwich. “You’re
usually up at 6 doing homework or something.”

“I do tend to oversleep on occasion, you know. I’m not a robot,” she said with as much
cheer as she could muster. “Pass the bread, would you Harry?”

He smiled and handed the basket to her. “Poor Neville, I think he’s still trying to recuperate
after yesterday. Maybe we should go cheer him up after lunch. You know, bring some food
or something.”

They quickly agreed, and soon, she temporarily forgot her predicament. Having lunch with
them was definitely a good idea – they cheered her up immensely. She was laughing hard at
Harry’s Snape impersonation when Ron interrupted.

“Hey Hermione! D’you think your parents would be too mad if we kidnapped you to the
Burrow this Christmas holiday? Harry’s gonna be there too! How ‘bout it?” He looked at
her eagerly.

She broke into an earsplitting grin. “Ron! This is such a coincidence! My parents are
planning to celebrate their anniversary in Spain for winter holiday and I would’ve been
stuck at home all by myself! I’d be delighted to come!”

Ron likewise smiled a dazzling smile. “Great! I need to send mum an owl soon then! The
Infamous Trio will be together for Christmas! Mice and small children beware!” Hermione
giggled. It was perfect.

Little did she know, Draco heard everything they said from his own table. He scowled.
With his sharp eyes, he noticed she hid his love bite with cosmetics. Now how was anyone
to know she was taken? He glared at their general direction and left the Great Hall. He
had plans.

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Night came all too soon. She glanced at the clock. 11:49. She needed to go now – best
not keep him waiting. She wanted him to be in the best mood so he could return her wand.

And then she’d blast his sorry ass goodbye. She shook her head. No, that came out
wrong. She was Head Girl after all. She’d inform Professor Dumbledore and set up a
sort of Protection Program for her friends and their families. He will NOT lord over
people like
this.

But still, she hesitated. Pride prevented her from going, but the love for her friends battled
on. Finally, fearing for her friends’ lives, she marched down to the dungeon.

However, she made a pit stop at the Common Room and looked around for a suitable
weapon. She refused to go to him unprotected. A heavy, silver candlestick caught her eye
across the room. She hefted it in her hand.

Perfect.

She quietly opened the door to the dungeon room, only to find his dark gray eyes almost
illuminating the room with their glow. She meekly stepped in, and the door slammed shut
behind her. He incanted the Silentisvarti spell and stood up.

“You think I wouldn’t know?” he growled. He stalked up to her, standing less than three
feet away. “I heard every single fucking word!”

Frightened, she took several steps back, holding the candlestick in front of her. “I d-don’t
know what you’re – ”

“You will NOT go to that……that beggar Weasel’s shack!” he interrupted.

It was one thing to make fun of her. It was an entirely different thing to make fun of her
friends. Her best friend! “You leave Ron out of this Malfoy! Piss off!”

Anger taking over, she swung the candlestick at his head. She ignored the fact she was
Hermione Granger, Head Girl. All she wanted to do was smash his arrogant little head in.

Unfortunately, he caught it, barehanded, as if a small child had swung a twig at him. She
cursed his strength. He yanked it away and threw the candlestick behind him. It landed with
a hard thud. His breath came out ragged from his rage.

He grabbed her robe claps and unhooked them, flinging the robe off her. She gasped and
instinctively turned to run away. This was too dangerous. She had to leave NOW. Whatever
control Malfoy ever showed was gone now.

As the room was only lit by dim wandlight and the moon, she tripped over the stone
floor; a wayward stone stuck out from it. She fell to the floor, loosing one of her shoes in the
process. She luckily broke her fall with her hands, but she heard Malfoy’s steady footsteps
approaching her. She quickly flipped over to see his menacing form looming over her.

She tried to scoot away, whimpering. He kneeled and pinned her down roughly. Her uniform
sweater suddenly ripped off. He held her down by her shoulders, positioning himself between
her bent legs. She tried to knee him in the back, but he didn’t seem too affected by it. She
only succeeded in kicking off her other shoe.

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled desperately. He silenced her with a brutal kiss. She struggles
for awhile when he suddenly pulled away.

Out of the corner of his mouth was dripping blood – she bit him. He wiped it off with the
back of his hand, grinning darkly.

“Resistance only makes a man more aroused.*”

Her eyes widened. This was not happening to her. He leaned down and removed her red
and gold tie. He deftly tied her wrists together and around a leg of a heavy desk above her.

Satisfied she was now defenseless, he straddled her waist. He opened her white oxford
shirt, popping the buttons off along the way. He was rewarded with the sight of her pleasantly
plump breasts, covered by a lacy, sky blue bra.

Sharp waves went to his groin. His eyes widened with lust as he saw her beautiful form.
She started to breathe heavily. She could feel a bulge forming from between his legs. Despite
the terrible situation, something from the pit of her stomach stirred.

<Oh God! Please save me! Make him stop!!>

Unhurriedly, he ran his hands up and down her sides. He started from her calves, which
were covered by high socks, and up her bare thighs. He reached underneath her gray skirt
and caressed her panties naughtily.

She whimpered, wanting to be anywhere but there. “Please….Please stop!” she begged,
finally showing her vulnerability.

Hearing her beg was like music – he exhaled deeply. He was growing increasingly hot and
he removed his robe. He was not wearing anything but his black slacks. Numbly, Hermione
noticed his very toned and muscular chest.

She grew hysterical. Why was she concentrating on his chest?! She looked up to see a
silver fang dangling from Malfoy’s neck. She watched it swing back and forth, like a
pendulum. She watched it with morbid fascination and terrified detachment.

Draco followed her line of vision and grinned evilly. He took it off and looked at it amusedly.
“It seems you didn’t learn anything last night,” he said casually, almost as if he were talking
about the weather. “I guess I’ll have to teach you another lesson in obedience.”

She stifled a gasp. His eyes were covered by his blonde bangs so she couldn’t read them,
but she could tell they were carrying a look that promised impending danger.

He stuck the middle and ring finger of his left hand into her mouth, gagging her. He recited an
incantation, his voice too low for Hermione to hear, and the fang glowed red-hot. His face is
illuminated eerily by the glow. Hermione swore he looked like the devil himself.

“I will make you scream,” he promised dangerously.

Nothing could prepare her for the white-hot pain. He started to carve a figure, between her
breasts. His fingers in her mouth muffled her screams. He grinned sadistically, not even noticing
the blood dripping from his fingers. Her whole torso arched – twisting and writhing in pain,
trying to find escape from his touch.

After what seemed like an eternity of torture, he was finally done. A dragon lay between
Hermione’s breasts. The heated fang automatically cauterized the wound. He smiled at his
handy work.

Hermione’s voice was rough from screaming. Her chest heaved as she breathed erratically.
Tears were flowing from her eyes. Saliva flowed down from her opened mouth.

“Hopefully _this_ mark will remind you who you belong to,” he whispered menacingly. He
slowly removed his hand from her mouth; it was slick with saliva and blood from where she
bit him. He brought it to his own mouth and licked it all off sensuously.

Her eyes were blank from terror and pain. She did not respond. She was like a living doll.

Pleased, he commanded, “Say my name.”

After a pause, she opened her mouth and scratchily replied, “Malfoy.”

He smirked, surprised to see there was still some rebelliousness in her. He lightly touched
her new dragon.

“I would think this dragon would be a big enough hint as to what I want you to call me.
Perhaps I should make another one?” He looked expectantly at her. She frantically shook
her head.

He positioned the fang right above her abdomen, ready to give the dragon a twin. He leaned
down and hissed, “What is my name?”

The fang imbedded itself in her skin, but not hard enough to break it.

Desperately, she cried, “Draco!”

“What is it?!”

“DRACO!”

She moaned, not wanting to be hurt anymore. She shut her dulled brown eyes tightly.

“Draco draco draco draco draco…..” she sobbed hoarsely.

“Perfect,” he murmured, and sealed her lips with a searing kiss, filled with passion. Her
cries had aroused him greatly and the bulge in his pants was becoming quite painful.

But he wouldn’t take her – no, not yet. He wanted her fully conscious and aware for every
hot second. He stood up.

“Will you be a good girl if I untie you?”

Her head jerkily nodded. He untied her tie with one pull. Discontinuing the heat spell, he
returned the necklace to his neck.

She sat up slowly and stiffly. She rubbed her hands together to try to get some feeling back
into them.

Draco tried not to moan when another wave of desire hit him. There she was kneeling in the
moonlight, hunched over slightly. Her beautiful hair cascaded down her back and showcased
her creamy shoulders.

He sat on the floor, leaning back against a wall and his legs slightly spread, knees bent. He
held out his left hand. “Come here.”

She obliged, slowly walking to him.

“Bend down.”

When she did, he leaned forward and grabbed her by the nape of her neck, pulling her
down to him between his legs. Pressing her fully to him, he moved his left hand to hold her
securely around her waist and lower back.

He cupped his right hand over her own and directed it towards his groin. Controlling her
hand, he made her massage his erect penis through his black slacks. He started to breathe
heavily, and a light sheen of sweat formed on his brow.

Reaching his peak, he made her hand massage his faster and harder until he moaned deep
into her hair. At last, he found release. After a while, breathing deeply in her honey scented
hair, he released her. He pushed her away slightly, but grasped her wrist when she was
leaning back too far.

“Just one more thing Hermione,” he said huskily. With his thumbnail, he cut a small wound
on the inside of his right palm. Blood flowed down his wrist. Then, using his index fingernail,
he aggravated a small part of her tattoo so that scab broke away and bled.

Hermione let out a hiss. He placed his bloodied palm on top of her wound, letting their
blood intermingle. He started to chant an ancient spell and the whole dragon lit up with a
white flash. Hermione shrieked and fell backwards, breathing hard.

Draco stood up, marveling the sight. He thought the dragon was beautifully done, and it
looked gorgeous against her pale skin. Gods, it was too much. She was on the cold, cold
ground so her nipples were hard and erect, visible even through the bra. And she looked
so helpless, so enticing. Attempting to subdue the renewed onslaught of desire, he explained
what he did.

“Now you’re completely bound to me. If you ever mutter a word about this or anything
against me to anyone, your tattoo will light up and prevent you from speaking. It’s even
more painful than what you just experienced. It connects to your thought pattern, so even
if you want to relay your message through nods or writing, it will render you unable. It
also forbids you to perform any harmful magic on me.**”

She bit back a sob, how does she let anyone know of his monstrosity now?

He walked around the room, picking up her clothes and throwing them unceremoniously
on top of her.

“It’s late – you better head back before someone notices,” he said softly, smirking. Confident
that she was his.

Trembling, she collected her clothes and threw her robe over her. The door opened on its
own, and without a backward glance she ran out. He sighed contently to himself.

The fun was only beginning.

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Hermione smashed the mirror with a vase. She was a monster, something dirty. She looked
at her hand, the hand that touched him – it was so dirty, so very dirty.

In a crazed state, she picked up one of the shards of mirror. Shakily, she held it to her wrist.
She had to get rid of it. It would infect the rest of her body. She needed to cut it off.

She pressed hard and a tiny line of blood appeared. She gasped; the blood brought her back
to reality. She threw the shard as far away as possible. What was she thinking? Hurting herself
more was the worst thing she could do now.

Holding the offending hand, she let out a sob of despair. Now what will she do? She’s at his
utter mercy. She has absolutely no way out now. She sank to the floor, hugging her hand to
her chest. She curled into a fetal position, leaning against the wall. And she
cried.

<WHY?!>
 
 
 

* = This line was used in Ayashi No Ceres, during a particularly yummy scene. I did not
make this up. Totally plagiarized!

** = This idea I stole for Orsen Scott Card. It was used in his book _Ender’s Shadow_,
called Anton’s Key. I twisted the concept a bit, but basically it’s the same thing. A computer
chip was lodged in some guy’s head, so that he could never bring up a particular subject. If
he even thought about it too much he’d like, break out into a seizure.

How was it? (cringe) I hope you all liked it. Hopefully no one got sick to their stomachs. I
had fun writing it. “Burningly” – is that a word? Oh well, I’m always making things up. Ah,
wonderful English. I am addicted to comments so please don’t hesitate to say something,
or point out an error. Love you all LOTS! I know you’re all wondering about Draco’s arm,
but I’m not revealing that until later. OHOHOHOHOHOH Nononono wait, please stay!
Lesse, next chapter is also gonna be pretty naughty, but not as naughty as the one after that!
Tune in next time! ^___^
 

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