It was done. It was over. He took her, he had what he wanted, he got what he married her for. She doesn’t owe him anything more. That’s what Hermione thought as she closed her eyes, breathing through the pain of her hymen tearing, trying to hold in the tears. Five more thrusts later, Malfoy stopped his intrusion. She opened her eyes to see him peering down to where they were connected. There was blood on her nether lips, on her inner thighs, and on his cock. He pulled out, looking at her face, his mouth forming a hard line.