This Bitter Earth

TWELVE

A/N: I am not putting any specific content warning in this chapter because I don't want to spoil anything, but if you are feeling squeamish or nervous, please just... there is some heavy stuff in this one so if you're not in the mood, wait and if you have any questions, feel free to message me and I'll do the best I can to give you any heads up.

Soundtrack- "Paradise Lost" by Hollywood Undead and "Silhouette" by Aquilo

TWELVE

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Granger sat on the floor at his side, back against the drawers of his desk and knees pulled up, propping open her book of the evening. The chain hung heavily from her wrist as she lifted her hand to turn the page. She didn't even seem to notice its gentle clinking, but Draco felt the tug of it from the handle wrapped around his right wrist.

Draco twisted it tighter.

If he were a better man, he would let her go. Granger was smart, capable, and might even stand a chance on her own, for a little while at least. Longer, if he was with her.

But if he went out there with her, he'd have to share her with Potter. And Weasley.

She belonged with him. To him. Only him.

He couldn't let her go.

Even if she begged.

He spent plenty of nights, right here behind his desk, gripping himself tightly and thinking about how her eyes would burned like cinnamon as she looked up at him and so beautifully begged for him to touch her, fuck her. How badly he needed to hear it again as he bent her over his knee and beat her little ass red only to have her thank him with sweet tears in her eyes.

He'd wipe them away and let her suck the wetness off his fingers.

Then he'd let her suck his cock, to show her he'd forgiven her. Run his hands through her thick, twisting curls and tell her how good she was doing, how much she was pleasing him.

She'd only stop to softly ask if she was allowed to swallow. Sometimes he let her. Sometimes he came all over her face and tits, watching his come drop thickly from her chin as she played with herself for his amusement until he was ready for her again.

But lately, Draco had been doing this instead- leashing her up and bringing her into his study with him.

He would walk behind her, letting her pick out whatever book she wanted to read and then had her settle in behind his desk with him while he worked.

At least this was on the nights his work didn't take him down into the cellar. Draco didn't think the old man could survive another round and he wasn't keen on baring the punishment for him any more than he had to, but Draco had to show some sort of proof of his efforts, so he had gotten creative.

Aguamenti mixed with Levicorpus proved to be rather effective against the wand maker and when the Dark Lord returned, he was pleased with the cooperation Draco had instilled in his honored guest.

So pleased that the Dark Lord granted him another ward.

Lovegood.

Fucking Looney Lovegood was now in his care.

He didn't have the stomach to torture her. There was dirt smeared on her face, making her opalescent blue eyes stand out even more and even though she was shivering and skinny as fuck, she smiled at him.

"Hello, Draco."

Not Malfoy. Draco.

"Shut the fuck up."