He tore, bit, sucked, breathed, scratched at her as her flailing arms and legs won no victory.
She stood in silence for a while, knowing but not caring that he still stood behind her. She heard him mutter something and warmth surrounded her. A figment of imagination. An unreal cover.
Though she was warm, it didnít reach her body, her mind, her soul. She was freezing.
A hand came to rest on her arm.
This time, she let him.
At that moment, Hell froze over.
Warning: Contains mention of rape. Nothing graphic.
2nd story in a series of Hermione/Draco one-shots
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Reviewer: Tommie16 Signed
Chapter 1: One-shot
...wow. that was good. :) sad but good.
Author's Response: Thanks