Hermione's POV

I awoke with a pounding headache, and not a clue where I was. Clearly my memory had been obliviated. The last thing I could recall was Malfoy's face contorted into a triumphant smile, as if he'd just won the bloody Triwizard Tournament or something. Then nothing, just darkness...

I briefly studied my surroundings; the room was large with polished wooden floors, and furnished with an antique dresser, and a matching wardrobe and writing desk. There was a large wooden door in the right corner of the room, and on the left side of the room, were two medium sized windows. The four poster bed I was laying on, had a green silk duvet set with pillows. I wriggled around, trying to position myself to get comfortable; the pillows were overstuffed and I found it difficult to slip back into unconsciousness.

So instead, I tried sit up, but something seemed to be restraining me from doing so. I glanced up at my wrists and saw that they were in fact, each tied up to a poster on the bed.

"Shit!" I cursed to myself. I was a prisoner, not a guest here. Though the fancy furnishing could of fooled me...

In a panic, I tried to pull out of the ropes that bonded my wrists, but they only became tighter, through some sort of charm, I guessed.

I groaned inwardly; I could kick myself for not noticing the restraints sooner! Did I lose 100 IQ points in the process of my kidnapping? By now, I should be accustomed to being able to tell the difference between a bad situation and a good one.

My thought process was interrupted as I heard an obnoxious creak coming from the right corner of the room. The door opened to reveal Draco Malfoy.

"Good morning Mudblood!" he said, cheerily standing in the doorway.

I responded to his greeting with a hateful glare.

"Why are you so quiet today? Aren't you even going to ask me where you are?"

I humoured him "...Where am I then?"

He shut the door and warded it using his wand. He slowly walked towards me, not breaking eye-contact.

"In one of the guest bedrooms of Malfoy Manor."

"And why, pray tell have you kidnapped me and brought me here?"

I was surprised at how calmly I was taking all of this, perhaps Malfoy had cast some sort of charm upon me.

He smirked at me "Ah, now that would be telling, wouldn't it?"

I was sick of the pleasantries. "For fuck's sake Ferret! Tell me your intentions or I'll -"

"Or you'll what, Mudblood? Hex me? It would be interesting to see you try, considering that you're wand-less and therefore, not a threat to me in the slightest."

He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and his eyes glanced up and down at my figure hungrily.

"As stimulating as this conversation is, I'd quite like to fuck you now." he stated in a bored and detached tone.

My face reddened in anguish and embarrassment at what he'd just said.

"And I'd quite like to punch your face in, multiple times. But I guess that we can't get everything we want, now can we, Malfoy?"

"Granger, I think you're confused. I never said that you had a say in the matter. Nor did I say that you had to want it. Now open your legs like a good girl, and maybe both of us will enjoy this."

It was when he said this, that I realised I was wearing a knee-length red silk dress...with no knickers. Why the hell was I not wearing any knickers? It would be very easy for him to take me, if I opened my legs.

I gulped at the thought of potentially losing my virginity to Malfoy. A Malfoy of all people! I swore to myself that I'd lose my virginity to Ronald when I was ready. I suddenly knew that I would have to put up a fight.

"Piss off Malfoy." I hissed

"You know what? I don't think I will Granger."

He edged closer towards me, and rested his hand on my thigh and began to stroke it. I fiercely kicked at his hand. He recoiled away from me for a brief moment, then he frowned and muttered a spell, which bonded my ankles to the bed posters. He straddled me, and his fingers lightly ran down the length of my jawline. I closed my eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to remain calm. I needed to come up with a plan on how to get out of this compromising position and fast. He brought his face centimeters to mine and began to kiss my jawline, following where his fingers had been. His hands began to slowly move down my neck and towards my cleavage. His right hand repeatedly grazing against my breast, causing my body to react in a way I hadn't expected. A warm and wet heat, grew in between my thighs. How can I be enjoying this? Have I temporarily lost my mind? His other hand traced down the side of my ribs and towards my lower back, pressing my abdomen against his growing hard-on. I gasped; he couldn't seriously be enjoying this too, could he? His kisses became little more than light flutters against my neck. For one small moment, I could imagine Ron doing this to me. His floppy red hair brushing against the top of my breasts, unintentionally arousing me. His hands moving underneath my dress...

My eyes flew open, banishing away my impromptu fantasy of making love to Ron.

No, I can't forget who this is. This is Malfoy. He hates me and I hate him. The mere sight of him sickens me, let alone his touch. I can't -won't- let him take away my innocence.

I struggled underneath him.

"Get your filthy hands off me Ferret! I swear the minute I get hold of my wand-"

"Silencio."

I screeched every curse word I knew at him, but of course he couldn't hear me.

He laughed smugly, "You know, you're so much more attractive when you don't talk."

I opened my mouth to give an inaudible retort, but he brought his lips to mine and shoved his tongue into my mouth, tenderly caressing my tongue with his own. I was momentarily stunned. I had never been kissed so. Viktor had only dared to give me a peck on the lips once or twice, but this... this was so much more intimate. I hated myself for enjoying this. Clearly something is wrong with me. He's my best friend's enemy for Merlin's sake! He stands for everything that I'm against. And he hates mudbloods. But if he hates mudbloods so much, then why is he even touching me?

Argh! Does Malfoy take pleasure in toying with my mind?

The sound of a zipper being pulled down, broke my thought process. He stood up to pull off the trousers he was wearing to reveal a very large erection underneath his boxer shorts. Oh shit! There's no way in hell that...that thing will fit inside of me! He climbed on top of me again, and I pushed hard against him using my torso. I must of hit his cock, because he grunted and moved off me to stand up. He muttered to himself furiously, and bent down to search the pockets of his trousers. "You're going to regret doing that, Muggle-spawn!" He hissed at me.

He pulled out his wand from one of the pockets.

"Crucio!" he seethed, pointing his wand at me.

Suddenly, it was if a thousand hot knives were being stabbed into my body. The pain I felt was unrelenting. Every fibre in my body was in agonising pain. I shrieked at the sensation, but my torturer could not hear me. My body thrashed and twisted around involuntarily, my face contorted with suffering. I whimpered and whined, like a puppy that had been kicked. The pain must have continued on for several minutes, but it felt like centuries had passed, when he finally ended the curse. My body slumped, and once again, darkness consumed me...

I drifted back into consciousness, when I felt a sharp pain between my legs. I groaned, every muscle in my body felt sore and inflamed. I assumed the pain was simply an after effect of the cruciatus curse. But strangely enough, I felt as though my insides were being stretched apart. I heard a man groan repeatedly, and I craned my head up slightly, only to find Malfoy hovering above me, his face glistening with sweat, and his hands on either side of me. Almost instantly, I realised what was happening; the pain and discomfort I felt, was Malfoy's cock moving around inside of me, breaking my hymen. I shifted underneath him with great difficulty, preparing myself to push him away again, using my torso. I tried to push my hips up to meet his, and make him move away from me, but I only caused him to penetrate me deeper. He cried out, and it suddenly felt like he was vibrating inside of me. The pain in my centre increased, and every inch of me ached. There's no point fighting him now anyway. He's gotten what he wanted. He pulled out of me and collapsed with exhaustion, on top of me. I eyes him warily, scared that he would try to impale me again.

A few moments passed, but eventually he rolled off me, cleaned himself up, and redressed. He was about to leave the room, when he turned around and looked at me. My eyes averted his gaze as he studied me, shook his head and pointed his wand towards me, muttering "Diffindo" at each of my ties. Then, (as an after-thought presumably) he lifted the silencing spell I was under. And he left me. From the sound of keys rattling, I assumed that he locked the door too.