Obligatory reminder that this chapter will contain rape and some violence.

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It was dark and something felt like it was crushing her lungs; Hermione found she couldn't move-she felt utterly displaced, as if she were still in a dream. Nothing was making sense.

She groaned, tried rolling onto her side but whatever-whoever was pinning her down brought her around to lie on her back, so confused and still barely conscious, she opened her eyes for a brief second only for them to shut automatically after.

What a strange dream! She thought, head still light and her thoughts warped by the clutches of sleep. She was in the arms of a stranger and he was kissing her hard, almost suffocating her. It felt absolutely real, she could even feel his teeth as he nipped gently at her lips. The room was unbearably hot and she was turning her head, trying to push him away but he ignored that and ran his hands down her body-she felt his heated skin against hers and frowned, wondering why on Earth she would be dreaming about this when she'd never once suffered an attraction to Draco Malfoy.

"Wake up," he was whispering, pressing his lips to her cheek. "Come to me."

Everything was so dark. Red. The room was awash in red and black and the silver of his eyes and she wished the dream would go away, she was so tired. It was all too strange. She didn't want this.

"Go 'way," she muttered thickly, but his lips moved on to her throat, his hand stayed where it was under her top, cupping her breast. "New dream."

"This isn't a dream, Granger," he replied huskily, and she froze. Suddenly she was too aware of his fingers pulling at her nipples, the feel of his hair tickling her ear. In the span of one second her drowsiness fled and he pinched her, causing her to startle awake at the sensation, suddenly full of terror. He pulled back to straddle her, and she screamed.

Immediately she lashed out to shove him off, but before her hands met his chest he caught them in his grip and pressed them back down on either side of her head against her pillow. She'd begun to hyperventilate, but he cupped her cheeks in his palms and leaned in close, murmuring softly to calm her down. When she tried to hit him again she found her wrists bound to the headboard. Her eyes were wide and wary, she tried shaking his hands off but he remained there until her breathing slowed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, rattled so badly she couldn't even think to sound furious.

"Finishing business," he said, smirking.

"What business?" she scowled at him, straining against her binds. "Release me this instant! You can't be in here!"

"Why not?" his hands slithered up to her breasts, and she inhaled sharply. "It's perfectly acceptable for two lovers to spend time together in private." She looked scandalized at his answer.

"I don't know what's gotten into your head, but we are not lovers. Get your hands off of me!"

"I believe our tryst on Friday would negate that statement, Granger," he said, withdrawing his hands to spell her top away. She shrieked, and he bent forward to suck at her breast.

"What are you doing? Stop! Stop!" She turned her head, seeking her schoolbag where she'd left it on the floor, where inside her wand was stashed away. "Accio!"

"That won't help you," he murmured. Hermione screamed and tried twisting away, tried shouting for Ernie Macmillan, the Head Boy, to help her. Draco grabbed a fistful of her hair at the back of her neck and she stopped at once, quivering. Her eyes were tearful, disbelieving.

"Summon your wand and I'll break it," his voice was dangerously low. "Call for him again and I'll kill him."

"I soundproofed the room anyhow," he added nonchalantly, returning his attentions back to her breast. She shook violently under his touch, her face was void of color. Already mostly undressed, Draco began to grind his arousal against her, and she turned away, disgusted.

"I didn't see you at all on Friday," she said shakily. "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, but I saw you, my love," he said, and gripped her hips. "All of you."

"That's not true!" she hissed.

"Why would I lie?" he asked, sounding as if he were in pain. "Why would I lie about something so sweet?" With a flick of his hand he vanished her shorts and found her bare underneath. At once his eyes clouded with lust and his voice went rough. "I found you wet and bare, dozing in your bath. How could I leave you untouched?"

"No," she whispered. Horror and disgust washed over her and she thought back to two days ago when she'd woken from what she thought was a nap, tender and sore all over. The floor already wet though she'd never come out of the tub... God, the thought of it made her feel ill, sullied. He'd raped her in her sleep, and she'd never have known if he hadn't just confessed to it. Red hot shame flooded her cheeks.

"You know it, then," he said, sounding pleased. "You felt what I did to you. Good."

Filled with rage, she twisted underneath him, tried to buck him off of her. "Get off me!"

"Did you feel my mouth on you?" he asked, teasing at her now with his fingers the way he'd done then. She had begun to sob, and thrashed wildly to get his hands away from her. "You liked it, it was plain. I tasted all of you, Granger. From your lips to your tits to your glorious cunt."

Mortified, she flinched at his words. Draco kept teasing at her but she would not cooperate, to his frustration.

"I made you cum with my fingers and my mouth," he hissed. "And I've never had a witch more eager, but now I'm really going to take you, and then you'll be mine."

"Let me go!" she tried kicking him but he bent her leg at the knee and pressed down until he fit himself more easily between her thighs, and used magic to vanish his boxers, gathered the precum at his tip and lubricated himself with it. Hermione felt his erection press against her and struggled harder. "Malfoy, please!"

"Hold still, lovely," he told her softly. "I'm going to claim you tonight, and I won't have you going hysteric."

"Why?" she asked.

"It puts a damper on the mood, silly."

"N-no! Why are you doing this?" she asked. "This is rape, Malfoy."

"I know it," he said solemnly. "I'm an incubus, Granger."

The full meaning of his words hit her, and her jaw went slack.

"You know what happens now."

"I'll report you," she hissed furiously. "Go any further, and I swear upon my life you will rot in Azkaban."

"That won't happen," he said. "Not when I claim you."

"Stop saying that!"

"But I will," he said smugly, brushing his hand over her hair. "One bite and you're mine completely. One bite and you wouldn't ever again think of having me taken away."

She frowned, and then it dawned on her. "You're one of those," she whispered.

Draco smiled thinly. "Clever girl."

"I refuse!" she began to thrash wildly again, and this time she used so much force she actually managed to make him lose balance and stumble off the bed but her hands were still bound to the headboard, so when he came back to her she was still trapped there, sobbing in fright and pulling helplessly at her binds, trying to dispel the restraints by wandless magic. Draco crawled back atop her.

"You can't do this!" she said, whimpering as he forced her legs apart again.

"I can, and I am," he said coldly. "It's what I must do."

"Nothing is forcing you to rape me!" she snarled. "What you feel is not a mandate! You can get help! You can let me go!"

"Listen to me, Granger." He stared deep into her eyes. Her pupils had shrunk to pin pricks. "I could have made you mine completely whilst you were asleep that day. Be grateful I didn't. I wanted you to be awake for it."

"You mean I should be grateful that you delayed my rape?" she spat into his face. "I'm only grateful to know now what a monster you are."

"That won't matter once you're bound to me," he said, and pushed himself closer to her entrance. She sucked in a sharp breath, and her face drained of its color.

"Don't do this, Malfoy," she said, shaking her head. "I beg of you. Do not do this." She hiccuped, looked him beseechingly in the eye. "Have mercy."

"If I don't have you it'll be someone else," he whispered over her nipple, his lips tickling her skin. She shivered violently, goosebumps rippled over her skin. "And then another, and then another, and I won't stop. But I don't want another. I won't take anyone else. I want only you." And with that having been said, he grabbed her hips hard and forced himself inside her, pushing in harder when she could not take all of him on the initial thrust. Her cry of pain pierced his ear so much all he could hear after was a faint ringing, but all he could focus on was feeling her wrapped around him, even as she began to cry. Her heat held him tightly within her, pulsing madly, and he pulled back and thrust back in. She whimpered in pain, refusing to look him in the eye as he violated her, moaning in ecstasy.

"Don't cry, sweetheart," he said softly, pausing to cup her cheek in his hand. "You'll learn to love it."

"Never," she whispered, her eyes distant. "Never."

"One bite," he reminded her, and she pressed her head back into her pillow, crying out in both frustration and pain as he pushed back in slowly, stretching her uncomfortably.

Hermione tried arching off the bed, pushing her hips back into the bed to rid herself of him, but he would not let her escape him. She turned her head to the side as he thrust, and it took him a moment to realize she'd managed to summon her wand. It flew to her restrained hand, open and waiting for her saving grace but he caught it before she could and flung it back across the room. There was a brutal clattering as it collided against something and fell back to the floor. Draco didn't care to look to see if it had broken or not, but her agonized cry gave him the answer.

"NO!"

Draco grabbed her by the neck and she screamed, but he cut her off with his other hand. He gave her a warning look before uncovering her mouth, and when he did she obeyed and kept quiet although her eyes were full of hatred and tears. Keeping eye contact, Draco gave a savage thrust, pushing in to the hilt, and her face twisted with pain, her mouth opened but all that came out was a small whimper. He pulled back and did it again and she arched away from him, let out a wordless cry. Again, and she began to sob uncontrollably.

"Stop! Gods, Malfoy, stop! Please!"

"I warned you," he hissed, each word accompanied by a hard thrust. She shielded her face from his feverish eyes with her arms, biting at her lip to keep from screaming. At last Draco gentled his thrusts, to her great relief, and let her neck go.

"I want you dead," she whispered, wincing. Her lips pulled back in a snarl.

Draco bent over her and pushed back in, moaning. He throbbed inside her, ached with the desire to empty himself within her. His cock was slick with her blood; her hands twitched and shook at each thrust. She tried not to let the pain show on her face but was failing miserably.

"Like heaven," he murmured, gazing at her tear stained face. She clenched around him and he let his head roll back, groaning loudly. "Or hell."

"I hope it kills you," she hissed spitefully. Her arms strained against their hold, desperate to claw at him.

"You just might," he said, shuddering in pleasure, and kissed her hard. Hermione moaned in pain and shut her eyes.

"Gods, Hermione," he moaned. Moving urgently, he began to pound inside her, drawing himself inside her so deeply he hit against her cervix and she let out a hoarse cry. His hands latched onto her breasts and squeezed roughly, he brought himself down to kiss her. Her lips tasted of salt tears. His hips surged forwards and backwards, buttocks flexing as he drew nearer to his release.

"I'm going to cum inside you, Granger," he hissed into her ear. "Then I'm going to bite you, and if the Gods will it, you'll bear my child, and I'll have you as my willing mate."

"I beg of you," she started again, but he cut her off with a kiss, and groaning loudly, he came inside her, slowing down until he'd emptied himself inside her and remained there for a few moments, waiting until he softened to pull out. She lay there, miserable, refusing to look at him until he placed his hand on her inner thigh and waited. When she opened her eyes he gave her a meaningful look, and she flared back to life.

"NO!"

Frantic now, Hermione tried to speak again but he smothered that too and then moved lower down her body. She knew what was coming and writhed underneath him, sobbing loudly, hoping for some sort of miracle, but it never came. Her whole body jumped when she felt his teeth sink into her inner thigh and screamed out of pain, out of despair, she screamed for help but her cries were not allowed outside the room by his precaution. Malfoy's head came back up and his mouth was stained with her blood. His fangs were crimson and she paled.

"You're mine."

Hermione was too aware of the blood leaking from her vagina, the burning pain from the bite on her thigh, and tried to tell him she needed medical attention, but couldn't speak properly, no matter how hard she tried. Draco tried to calm her by stroking her softly, but that did nothing to ease her distress. Her vision swam, her head felt too light. Hermione found herself babbling incoherently through her wailing but he paid her no attention, and nuzzled at her other thigh, kissing the spot he planned to ruin.

She shook her head, tried squirming away. Was there venom in the bite of an incubus? She'd never felt weaker.

Then came the agonizing pain of his second bite, on her unmarked thigh, and she lost consciousness at last.

[FIVE MONTHS LATER]

This time, when she awoke, there was no feeling of panic. Hermione found herself in her bed, a little groggy but content. Sensing movement to her right, she turned suddenly.

"What-oh, it's you."

Draco Malfoy smiled at her from her window, which he'd just opened. A light breeze danced in and she stretched in the light of the morning sun.

"Good morning to you too. Who were you expecting?"

"No one," she said. "I've just woken up, my wits are gone."

He gave a small laugh and brought her a glass of water, sat down beside her.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, reaching out to smooth her hair.

"I think so. It doesn't matter." She took a long drink, put the glass away, and stood, stretching again. A small grimace flashed across her face-he'd have missed it if he hadn't been watching her very carefully.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head, and went to her private bathroom to change for class. Frowning, Draco waited patiently for her to emerge.

When she did, teeth and hair brushed and face freshly washed, he approached her and gave her a long kiss.

When he pulled back she laughed. "We'll be late for class if you start this again."

He nuzzled her neck, smiling. "It's only Herbology. We wouldn't miss anything terribly important."

"Speak for yourself," she said teasingly, but Draco felt immediately that something was amiss. Her skin was hotter than it should have been-he felt her heartbeat quicken, and his own echoed hers.

"What's wrong?" he asked again.

When he pulled back to look at her there was something different in her eyes. She wasn't looking at him anymore, her eyes were locked onto the wall opposite them, her mouth frozen open in shock. The look in her eyes was of one fighting to fighting to return to themself after a traumatic episode. There was no body of water in sight but she appeared as if she were drowning.

"Hermione." his voice was too urgent.

Her eyes landed on him, and horror registered. She staggered, clutched her head. He hurried to help her but she recoiled from him, and this time when their eyes met hers were full of hate.

"What have you done to me?" she asked, her voice warped with pain. As if something had struck her, she gave a sharp gasp of pain and fell to her knees.

Draco rushed to her, and she tried pushing him away with her elbow but failed. A hoarse groan escaped from her gritted teeth, frustrated tears leaked from her eyes.

"Oh, Gods," she whimpered. "What have you done?"

Her head was being split in two, she was positive. Her eyesight was blurred from the pain, her scalp was on fire. She could feel Malfoy's arms on her, trying to calm her down but the amount of time she had been under, been controlled by whatever was leaving her system had made its effects known and she didn't even realize when he'd pushed her backwards gently to lay on the floor until he was on top of her.

"No," she whispered, then louder. "No! Not again, please!"

"I have to," he said softly. She barely heard him over the sounds of their struggle. "I'm sorry."

Quickly, with all her strength, she managed to knock him away and dashed for her schoolbag, where her replacement wand lay waiting. Her hand wrapped around it, and then he brought her back down to the floor. Her elbow throbbed with pain but she was relatively unhurt except for the still agonizing pain in her head. Sobbing, Hermione kicked blindly at his legs, but he bore the pain easily and wrapped his hands around her wrists, increasing the pressure.

There was no time to waste. "Avada-"

"Expelliarmus," he snarled, and her wand was knocked out of her grip. All breath left her lungs and Hermione lay still, shaking with fear.

"Don't do this," she whispered.

He kissed her, an apology with his lips. She understood, and turned her head away.

"All this time wasn't enough for you?" she asked. Grief turned down the corners of her lips.

"It never will be," he responded, straddling her so that she couldn't kick him again.

"You'd take my life this way?" she met his eye, jumped when he brushed his lips against her throat. "You'd do this to someone whom you claim is your mate?"

"You'd never say yes if I gave you a choice."

"Especially not now," her tone was venomous.

"I'd do anything to keep you," he breathed into her skin. "Unless you'll be mine freely."

Bursting upwards, she tried to knock her skull against his-he dodged it easily.

"You're going to regret this," she hissed.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to," he whispered, and pressed a gentle kiss to her breast. She made a face of disgust.

"Save yourself the trouble and don't do it at all!"

He ignored her and with his hands still locked around her wrists, muttered a spell to keep them there. She grit her teeth and tried freeing herself-no luck. Draco, meanwhile, had busied himself in undoing her blouse. She squirmed underneath him, red in the face.

"Stop, Draco."

"I won't let you go for some fool to take," he said coldly. "You're mine only."

His cold hands made contact with her bare skin-she gasped. He trailed his fingers gently over the detailed lace of her bra. She began to breathe more quickly. He watched the movement of her breasts; something stirred in his eyes. She saw his fangs grow, and paled, closed her eyes.

"I'll do it," she whispered. flinching as she felt his teeth scrape against her bra.

"That's a lie," he said, grinning. "You'll cross me first chance you get."

"I won't," she insisted. "I promise."

"Yes you will, sweetheart," he said, muttering a quick charm to split her bra down the middle and expose her fully. "I know you had feelings for Weasley, and I know he's the one whose arms you'll run into once you're rid of me. I won't let him have what's mine."

She started to protest, but her words bled into a cry of pain as he sank his fangs into her breast.

She awoke to a sense of urgency, heart already pounding. She sat up, immediately realized she was nude and in bed. Draco was beside her. The late afternoon sun filtered in heavily from her windows. She glanced at her clock.

"Shit!"

Draco stirred, and then sat up. He squinted at her.

"What is it?"

"We missed class!"

He blinked. "Which one?"

"All of them!" she swatted him crossly, and winced.

"Ow-what-" she looked down and exhaled sharply.

"Draco-"

He ran a hand through his hair, blinking repeatedly to rid himself of the last of sleep.

"Yes, little love?"

"When did you...?"

"Bite you?" he had the grace to flush a little.

"Did you have sex with me while I was asleep?" her entire face had gone crimson.

"I suppose so-I don't remember it myself." A lie, a lie, a vicious lie. He remembered every second of it. The taste of her blood still lingered on his tongue. He still held her stolen warmth. "I don't know what happened. I'm sorry, I should have woken you for it."

"I'd prefer that," she said, inspecting the bite on her breast. The flesh around it was a little swollen and red. Draco approached her, and held it tenderly between his hands. He muttered a healing spell, watched as the little punctures sealed themselves together. The red flush remained. He kissed her there.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Thank you. And no," she admitted. She bit her lip. "I don't like biting, Draco. It's too savage."

"I didn't mean to do it this time," he assured her softly, taking her hand. "If I was awake I'd have asked."

Lies, lies, lies.

"It's just," she said, "I don't understand why you had to do it in the first place." She gestured towards her thighs, where the scars of his first two bites had begun to fade.

"I had to make sure you'd never leave me."

"You didn't have to bite me like that to make sure of it," Hermione told him, cupping his cheek in her palm. "What makes you think I'd leave you?"

Draco kissed her soundly, pressed her back down onto the bed. "I get doubts, sometimes."

She wound her arms around him, smiling. "Get rid of them."

A/N: Fin.

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