Fate's Rewrite

I didn't even bother hiding the smug expression that spread through my face as I enjoyed the desperate hold her fingers maintained around my arm. It was amusing to watch her trying to regulate her expression, doing her best to look just desperate, but her excitement was too much to obscure. It was a challenge she lost before it even started. Conditioned with the countless dream sequence, her flesh begged for my touch, and there was nothing her mind could do to reject it.

"Are you sure you're prepared for what's about to happen," I asked even as I got rid of my robe, wanting to be able to move easier. "They will be occasionally patrolling the corridor, and it needs to look convincing, which will make me act rougher than I want." My words were complete bogus, of course, as I intended to teach her what rough meant in long-term, but she needed a more training for now.

"Do you have to," she murmured, but that didn't prevent her from looking with a barely hidden hunger as I got rid of my pants and my underwear completely.

"Of course I'm, it wouldn't be convincing otherwise. Now, get rid of your blouse."

"What!" she exclaimed loudly, her voice was still laced with panic despite my own nakedness. But she wasn't able to say anything else, because I pushed her on her knees once more as soon as the first word left her mouth.

My cock was already between her lips, pushing back and forth when the door to the corridor opened, and another mind-controlled guard walked into the corridor. "It looks like the interrogation is going slow, sir," he said cheerfully as the imperius commanded. "Hurry up, the boys have a few questions they want to ask as well."

That comment went a long way to push her closer to a panic attack, which made it even more pleasurable as I subjected her lips to a rough treatment. "Good, but tell that this one might turn out to know more than usual. I decided to interrogate her more thoroughly. I suspect she might have some links to the resistance."

"All night long, sir?" the guard said, much to Hermione's shock, and my enjoyment.

"Probably, so tell them not to be too excited." With that, the guard left, leaving us alone. Even after I heard the door closing, I pumped several more times before pulling back. "You see the problem. They are quite enthusiastic to visit you, and I need to delay them without making it seem suspicious. Your lack of clothes is a must to make it look convincing. You're beautiful, but even you couldn't keep me busy until morning with just your lips."

"But, they can't see me naked," she murmured in panic, failing to comment on the last part of my comment. "They just can't."

"Okay," I murmured. "Then let's go with an alternative." I pulled the Elder Wand from its holder, and waved it once, conjuring a large, ornate bed while simultaneously expanding the room. It was a difficult, but not impossible task for an ordinary adult wizard, and doing it without a visible strain was suitably impressive without being suspicious.

"How did you do that?" she asked in shock, focusing on my magical ability instead of all the possibilities suggested by the presence of a bed. "Space expansion charms are hard enough, but you managed to do it together with an extraordinarily difficult conjuration."

It was the time to play the hidden genius. I shrugged dismissively. "It's a bit tricky, but not something I would exactly classify as difficult. After all, I could do it since the fifth year."

"Impossible," she countered. "If that was true, then why did you barely scraped E's in your charms and transfiguration OWLs. The spell you just displayed was enough to get O's in NEWT exams."

"I'm a Slytherin," I countered with a smug smile.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, blindsided with the comment she assumed to be a curveball. She might have gotten the implication in a more ordinary setting, but sitting in a cell an ambush, not to mention and sucking the dick of one of your mortal enemies was quite far from ordinary. And her constant dreams about said enemy didn't help the situation any.

I waited a few seconds, wondering whether she would be able to get it, but she looked at me blankly. I decided to spell it out for her. "What are the supposed characteristics of the Slytherin students?"

"Arrogance," Hermione spat out. I couldn't help but laugh at her comment, which caused my naked, and fully erect shaft to jump up and down in an attention-grabbing way. "And please put your… thing in back in your pants," she added, but didn't sound very torn up about it, or stop looking.

"For the last one, no, I won't because the others might pay another visit any moment," I said even as I kicked out of my shoes, and sat on the bed. "And about the first one… Technically a good answer, considering the attitude of the most in my beloved house," I said, laughing in good humor. "Why don't you take another stab in guessing," I said even as I got rid of the rest of my clothes, leaving only my holster around my wrist, fully aware that she was watching my frame hungrily, failing to hide her interest.

"Cunning, ambition, and resourcefulness," she recited.

"Exactly," I nodded. "And do you know what is not cunning?" I smirked in satisfaction. "Displaying your full magical potential and your limits in a public way where everyone could reach. Why would I do that and weaken my hand."

"But, the grades are important!" she answered heatedly.

I shook my head in disbelief. I knew that she had her priorities skewed in terms of schoolwork, but trying to defend the importance of schoolwork in a prison, while looking to a naked body she was about to be acquainted in a very intimate way… It was impressive in its own weird way.

Still, I answered her. "No, it's not," I countered. "Not to us purebloods at least. The job we get is determined through our family connections, and the grades have absolutely no effect on it, for good and ill. I could get full O's in NEWTs, and it wouldn't open one door that was already closed to me."

From the stormy expression on her face, I could see that she was preparing for a retort against the statement I had little interest defending, especially compared to some other activities we could have done. Thankfully, the guards opened the door for their next patrol, giving me the opportunity to change the subject. "Quick," I called, reaching for her hand. Reflexively, she pointed it toward me. I pulled her towards the bed quite hard the moment my fingers touched her wrist.

She ended up in front of me. I shifted to the edge of the bed, then grabbed her head and pushed her down to my shaft once more. "Open wide," I ordered, and this time, she complied, opening her lips and swallowing my shaft without a protest. Of course, her compliance didn't survive when I forced her to go deeper, tickling the start of her throat, forcing her to gag. Distracted with the pleasure, I hadn't paid attention to the ridiculous questions of the guard, choosing to focus on that mattered instead. The guard walked away, but I continued pumping furiously.

And more interestingly, she complied with only minimal protest. She tapped my leg furiously, but instead of letting her go, I intensified the pressure she was under. A stronger push later, I ended up skewering deep into her throat, causing her to gag and wheeze helplessly. She tried to push herself away, but my hold was too strong for her, and more importantly, her pushes were weak, reluctant, proving the effectiveness of my preparations. Her own body was betraying her as I subjected her the most humiliating moment of her life, and her predominant feeling was arousal, even when she gagged helplessly around my cock.

The initial plan was to pull away before cumming, to tease her with the probability that her reward was just around the corner. But it was impossible to stick to the plan when I had the plump lips of a beautiful yet arrogant woman around the base of my cock while the tip had disappeared in the depths of her throat, swallowing it helplessly despite her discomfort. I did the only logical thing, and filled her throat with my seed.

"What the hell-" she started between coughs, spraying my seed everywhere including her clothes. But I didn't need to answer her question, because her loud voice triggered another patrol. The door opened, intensifying the shock she felt from an already complicated moment. I decided to use the opportunity by pulling her on the bed. Then I removed her shoes and pulled the cover on just as the guard appeared in front of the cell.

"Is everything all right, sir?" the guard asked, looking around.

"Of course it is," I answered, even as I grabbed her shirt, starting to pull it up. "We were just starting the next part of our interrogation." She twisted her neck to look at me. There was a glare that supposed to intimidate me, but, unfortunately for her, her lips, stained and bruised, wasn't exactly the best prop to support, so she just ended up awakening my erection once more. "Play along," I whispered. "They need to see the evidence that you're naked underneath. Otherwise, they might suspect."

I did have other ways to convince the guard about her nakedness without removing her clothes, such as conjuring copies on the ground, but she failed to come up with one in her distracted state, reluctantly complying as I pulled her blouse off, then threw it on the middle of the room, in a very visible location. "I can see that the interrogation is going well, sir," the guard said, but kept his place after I subtly gestured him to stay. His presence would help me immensely for the next steps.

"Heir Malfoy," the guard said with his slimy voice. "It's the time for evening checklist sign up. Would you like to get out and do the check." His gaze fell on her. "I can take care of the prisoner while you're away."

She stiffened at his words, only to relax a bit when I patted her belly comfortingly under the sheets. It was good that she could find comfort under my touch even under this twisted situation. It made things much easier. "No need," I answered the guard. "I trust you can handle it." Of course, I didn't want to dismiss him, therefore removing the incentive of fear from Hermione's actions. "Why don't read through the list, so that I can confirm verbally."

He started going through the list, ensuring his forbidding presence as I continued to work on her clothes. "Hey," she exclaimed when my fingers found the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down hard, only to fell silent as I nodded towards the guard, reminding her about the 'risk' we were operating under.

"Is something wrong, sir?" he asked.

"Nope," I answered nonchalantly even as I forced her skirt down, which she accepted passively. It suffered the same trajectory with her blouse after removal, leaving her bra as the only piece of clothing she was wearing, her panties lost in the conflict which ended up in her capture. It was a good opportunity to tease her, so I brought my finger trailing up her leg, passing over the point where the edge of her panties supposed to be. "Naughty," I whispered into her ear. "Who would have guessed the resident bookworm of the Gryffindor tower walked around without panties."

Her blush deepened, though the presence of my hands, dancing over her skin, specifically on the area that was supposed to be covered by her panties, had an important role on her reaction as well. "I lost them," she murmured, but she hadn't sound too beat up about that fact.

"Interesting," I murmured even as one of my hands trailed her spine, climbing determinedly towards the hook of her bra. "I wonder what exactly you were doing that resulted in that interesting loss," I whispered, reminding her the moment she was masturbating in the middle of an abandoned park.

"Nothing," she murmured in a tone that would have failed to convince me even if I hadn't seen her sitting on a bench, her panties around her ankles as she searched for a climax.

"Very convincing," I murmured mockingly, but she didn't answer, as she had more important issues to attend, such as my arm, wrapping her waist to pull her tight against my body, which ended up with my shaft lodged comfortably between her cheeks. She struggled to get away, but her movements were so weak that even my limp hold was enough to hold her in place. Her struggles just ended up making me even hornier.

But it wasn't the only way her distraction had cost her. Distracted by my shaft, she failed to notice my fingers fiddling with her bra until it was too late, leaving her to watch in shock as her last piece of clothing followed the same path and fell to the ground, under the watchful eyes of the guard.

"Good," I whispered into her ear. "Now, trying to look like you're enjoying the moment," I said, even as I caressed her stomach gently, causing her to shiver helplessly.

"What are you talking about," she moaned in a way that tried to reflect anger, but betrayed by her body which enjoyed my treatment immensely.

"That was a good start," I murmured mockingly, even as my hand slowly moved upward, drawing closer to her breasts. "We need to convince them about what's going on under the covers, to prevent them from getting suspicious."

"I understand," she murmured, her words turning into a moan halfway, one that left her looking mortified afterward. "You see, I'm doing it," she whispered urgently, trying to pass her natural reaction as acting. "Just stay away from my…" she said, but failing to complete her words.

I had to struggle not to burst out laughing at her hilarious reaction. We were in the same bed, naked, and my cock was currently hiding between her cheeks snugly, and she felt to shy to name her privates. "Your what?" I asked, even as my hand reached her breasts, gently caressing their edges. "Your breasts," I murmured before shifting to their center, gently flicking her nipples. "Maybe you're feeling adverse to the possibility of me touching your beautiful nipples," I added, even as I flicked it once more, this time even harder.

"Yes," she moaned helplessly.

"It's the nipples I need to stay away, then," I whispered into her ear. "Good to know that you're okay with this, then," I added, before my hand reached to her knob, rubbing roughly.

An expression of total panic popped on her face as her lips opened to bring an admonishment that was sure to be loud. However, I didn't want to hear her complains. I wanted something better, like a string of moans that escaped her mouth due to pure pleasure. I slid two of my fingers inside her slit, catching her surprised, while the other sank deep into the flesh of her breast.

The results were as spectacular as I hoped them to be. Caught under a sudden and unexpected rush of pleasure, the only thing she could do was to let out a primal cry that echoed in the room, filled with pleasure, begging for more. "Excellent," I said even as I pushed my fingers deeper into her slit, enough to brush her barrier. "You're being really convincing, keep it up," I asked.

Somehow, she managed to send me an angry glare, but it was a fleeting expression between her barely contained shivers of pleasure. But more significantly, her hips started to move instinctively, treating my shaft with a comforting massage. Her surrender was complete, in the body at least, the mental aspect still needed some work. I assaulted her body, bringing all the tricks I had learned in our fake-dream sessions. Minutes got together, trying to push through the hours, all the while I kept her at the edge…

Suffering under a pleasure she had never experienced before, her perception about what was happening started to flicker. She failed to notice when I sent the guard away, and she barely reacted when I pulled the cover away, revealing her skin to anyone that might pass in front of the cell. Though, despite the haze she was battling, she managed to react to my every dirty comment, tightening around my fingers with an increasing strength. It was a real challenge not to just slide inside her, but continue snugly between her cheeks, but I wanted her to be fully aware when I took her.

Drowning in the sea of pleasure, it was a prime opportunity to mess with her. "Do you want to cum?" I whispered into her ear, not neglecting to nibble on her neck on the way back.

"I do," she managed to say, barely audible between her helpless moans, the tension from many failed solo-sessions dominating her mind as she searched for the climax.

"Good, but you need to beg for it first," I said. "Can you beg for it, slut. Can you humiliate yourself just to reach that explosive end."

"No, please," she murmured. "Just let me cum." At that point, I wasn't sure that she was aware of where she was, or even able to distinguish whether it was real or dream.

"Wrong answer," I said, slapping her tit roughly, which only pushed her closed to her arousal, forcing me to slow my treatment. "Try again."

For her credit, she kept silent for another minute, until the desire became overwhelming. "Please, Draco," she moaned. "Please let me cum."

"Not good enough," I said, mocking her even as another spank landed on her skin, this time on her butt. "But still, I'm a gentleman, and couldn't leave lady suffering under such an obvious need. My fingers quickened even as I leaned forward, capturing her nipple between my teeth, biting hard enough to leave a mark. That managed to push her through the barrier, and she climaxed. Explosively, her eyelids fluttering helplessly as she edged unconsciousness. Apparently, my curse to prevent her from achieving a true release was even more effective than I thought.

Still, I couldn't help but feel a sliver of annoyance. I was playing with her for more than an hour, but wanted to play for hours more, not to mention we needed to talk about the best way to destroy Voldemort. But it seemed that those were going to be handled in another meeting. Still, that didn't mean I couldn't have fun at all. I conjured a soft-tipped pen, quickly scribbled a set of instructions over her breasts about next meeting location, with a strong recommendation to arrive alone. Then, I stood above her, playing myself furiously until I covered her breasts with my seed.

She deserved a parting gift.

Then, I quickly dressed, while leaving her naked. "What is your address," I asked her, but no answer was forthcoming, with her mind lost in the haze. I pinched her nipple, managing to bring back to the land of cognizance, then repeated the question.

"Grimmauld Place Number 12," she murmured. Only after giving the address, her eyes grew in shock, thinking that she had included me in the Fidelius, unaware that I was already a part of it. But even with that shock, the hold of pleasured unconsciousness was too hard to resist, her eyes closing a moment after.

I couldn't help but chuckle as grabbed her in a bridal position and apparated into the attic. Kreacher appeared instantly, and I gave him several instructions, including placing her in her bed and making sure the other occupants never entered the room, and strict orders not to clean her. I wanted her to wake up dirty, spent, and covered with my seed.

I couldn't wait until our next encounter.