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Hermione stood outside Anakin Skywalker's chambers, her heart beating faster than a ship in hyperdrive. She was about to do something she would never have imagined doing in her old life. But everything had changed since coming to this galaxy and starting a new life. Her old morals were replaced with new ones, and as a Rebel fighter, she would do anything to ensure the galaxy was safe.
For some stupid reason, Anakin had broken off his secret relationship with Padme and denounced his life as a Jedi. He no longer wished to have anything to do with Obi-Wan. They were all convinced that it had to do with his new association with Sheev Palpatine, and that was why Hermione was here now, trying to muster up enough courage to knock on his door in the middle of the night.
While Hermione kept Anakin distracted, Obi-Wan and Mace Windu would be infiltrating the Council chambers in search of evidence to prove that Palpatine was, in fact, a Sith Lord and not the benevolent leader that so many people believed him to be. There was little that distracted Anakin these days, but for some reason, he seemed enthralled by Hermione. So, with Padme's blessing, she'd been sent to do the distracting.
Standing outside this door, Hermione knew what to do, but she wasn't sure she dared to do it…
Nevertheless, something inside her helped lift her hand and knock on Anakin's door.
Anakin answered the door swiftly, wearing nothing but his undergarments and a robe. Clearly, he'd either been in bed already or was prepping to do so. When he saw her standing before him, Anakin's mouth turned into a smirk, and he crossed his arms.
"What brings you to my chambers so late, Granger?" he inquired, eyes boring into her with an intensity that made her shiver. "Have you finally decided to join me?"
Forcing herself not to roll her eyes, Hermione plastered a fake smile on her lips instead. "Not tonight, Anakin," she told him.
"Then why have you come," he asked, crossing his arms. "You and I have been at odds for well over a fortnight. I still refuse to come back to the Jedi. That part of my life is over now."
"May I come in?" Hermione asked instead of answering. She needed to be the only thing he focused on, and if they stood in the hall or had the door open, then there was a chance someone else would come by and wonder what she was doing there.
Anakin gestured for her to enter and then stepped back to allow her entrance. Hermione made sure to close the door behind her, the sound of it shutting, making her flinch. She was now trapped alone with someone who could very well end her life in a single instant. It didn't matter that her wand was in her holster or that she was a skilled witch; Anakin was dabbling with the Dark side of the Force, which was dangerous beyond belief.
"I believe I asked you why you were here,"
After all the planning, Hermione could not find a good lie. So finally, she shook her head and said, "Honestly, I'm not sure."
"Don't lie to me, Granger," Anakin said, sighing. He turned away from her and then laughed. "You and the others are always so fickle."
"Anakin," Hermione began, finding her voice. "Can you blame us? You were our friend for so many years. You helped me when I was thrust into this new world, only to turn your back on us for what!? Palpatine? What does he have that we don't?"
Anakin whirled around, his face full of rage. "Palpatine believes in me, which is more than I can say for the rest of you."
"I can't speak for the Jedi Council, but think about the others…."
"Fuck the others!" Anakin was pacing now, clearly irate with how the conversation progressed.
"Can you say that about Padme? Padme loved you, Anakin. She wanted to marry you," Hermione said with sadness. "You threw her to the side, and for what?"
"POWER!"
His thunderous reply caused Hermione to stumble backwards into the closed door. Her eyes were wide, and her heart raced from fear. This could have gone better.
"Anakin-"
She tried to speak calmly, to mask her fear, but he was too far gone. He was on her instantly, pressing his body into hers with both hands flat on the door on either side of her head.
"What do you think of me now that you know the truth?" he demanded of her, eyes flashing.
"I'm not afraid of you if that is what you're trying to do here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"So then tell me how you feel, Granger," he commanded, gripping her thigh over her dress and squeezing. "If you're not afraid of me, you must feel something. I've seen how you watch me when you think I'm not looking. You want me, but you're too afraid of hurting Padme.
"Fuck you," Hermione snapped, irritated that he would initiate such a thing. Part of her wondered if he was right, but she shoved that thought aside as he moved his face close to hers.
"Tell. Me. How. You Feel. Witch."
Anger flared hot and furious within Hermione, and she narrowed her eyes at the former Jedi apprentice. "What I feel for you doesn't have a name," Hermione hissed in Anakin's face. "Some might call it hatred, but I think it goes much deeper than that."
Infuriated by her response, Anakin roughly shoved her against the wall. He reached forward and tore open her dress, exposing her breasts. It became apparent to Hermione in that instant that she had only one way to get out of this situation: to give herself to Anakin. If not, he would surely kill her and then everyone else she cared about in this galaxy and others. Of course, she was frightened, but why else had she chosen to come to his rooms so late at night?
Anakin leered at her chest before reaching down and sliding his hand underneath the skirts. She trembled and found her legs parting of their own accord to give him access. Biting her lip, she waited for his hand to reach its destination. Hermione would regret this tomorrow, but tonight she would stomach her worries and do what was needed. As Anakin got her knickers, she breathed slowly out of her nose.
"You claim not to want me, but this seems to indicate otherwise," Anakin said, his hand roughly cupping her sex. "You're oh so wet for me, aren't you? That doesn't seem like you hate me."
With a feral growl, Hermione raked her fingers through Anakin's hair and tugged his face to hers. She kissed him so he would shut up, and she wouldn't have to acknowledge that the situation turned her on. Instead, his tongue forced its way into her mouth, and instead of biting down or shoving him away, Hermione moaned. Her tongue collided with his in a heated battle for dominance, and eventually, she let him win.
As they continued to kiss, Anakin's hand, which was still cupping her moved underneath her knickers. Skilful fingers stroked her wetness, coating her outer lips before he plunged one, two, then three fingers into her cunt. Her hips bucked against his hand, urging him to go deeper, harder, faster. If he kept going like that, then surely she would-
His thumb pressed her clit, and she came entirely undone. His relentless kiss swallowed her gasp and cry of pleasure. Then, before she'd even had a chance to ride out the orgasm, Anakin jerked away, grabbing her upper arm. He dragged her over to the sofa and shoved her forward. Stumbling, Hermione grabbed the back and braced herself for what would come. Her skirts were flipped up, and her knickers were torn away instantly as Anakin drew up behind her.
Using his knee, Anaking spread her legs wide before pressing one hand down on her back. He leaned over the top of her bent form and bit her earlobe. "I'm going to fuck you, and then you're going to go back and tell Obi-Wan what you've done," he told her, breath hot against her ear. "Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded, the hatred for him building until she thought she would combust. "Yesssss-" As she answered, Anakin slid his long cock inside her. "Merlin, yes…"
Anakin began to fuck Hermione earnestly, his hips slamming into her so forcefully the couch inched forward. She panted and grunted, gritting her teeth as she tried not to beg for more. How did he seem to know exactly how hard she liked to be fucked? Was he reading her mind? There was no way… Still, he kept going, pressing her into the top of the couch while using his other hand to hold her in place.
Hermione's pussy throbbed, and her thighs were slick, a sign of how much she enjoyed this. Part of her hated herself, but the other hated Anakin even more for putting her in this position, to begin with. Bowing her head, she pushed back, her thighs rocking in time with Anakin's. The noises she was making sounded foreign to her ears. Never before had anyone fucked her so thoroughly…
With a strangled sob, Hermione came yet again for Anakin. Her body shook, and her knees nearly buckled. If Anakin hadn't gripped her hip so tightly, she would surely have slid right off the back of the sofa. Despite this, Anakin did not relent. Having not reached his climax, he continued to fuck her, whispering hateful words about what a good little witch she was coming for him into her ear. It made her moan and want more, but she refused to beg.
A grunt was all that Anakin uttered as he came inside of her, biting down on her exposed shoulder. Hermione's knuckles were white from gripping the sofa cushion so hard. When he'd finished, Anakin slipped out of her and backed away. Then, he retook hold of her arm and shoved her toward the door. Still off-kilter from the entire experience, Hermione nearly toppled over, but she caught herself at the last second.
Turning around slowly, Hermione stared at him with wide eyes. What would he do or say next? Anakin surprised her by coming forward and kissing her, much more gently than before, but not so much that she'd forget who held power in the situation. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she relaxed. He leaned back, smirking slightly, and Hermione said, "Anakin, I-"
She wasn't even sure what she'd planned to say. Instead, Anakin kissed her once more, biting her bottom lip as he pulled away. "If you ever come back to Coruscant, don't hesitate to stop by my chambers again," he told Hermione, reaching behind her and opening the door. "Now go."
Shakily, Hermione nodded, stumbling from the room without a word. Shutting the door behind her, Hermione leaned against it to gather her bearings. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Enough time had passed that the rebels would have procured precisely what they needed to prove that Palpatine was corrupting the Council, using Anakin, and turning him to the Dark Side. Then, she could return to Obi-Wan and Padme, knowing she'd helped.
Opening her eyes, Hermione extracted her wand from her holster and repaired her torn dressings. Then, she cleaned up as best she could, fully aware that Anakin's come was still inside her, slowly trickling down her inner thighs. The image and feel of it made her pussy tremble again, but she shook her head to refocus. Swallowing, Hermione ensured the coast was clear before walking away from Anakin's rooms and what had transpired.
What Hermione did was for the cause and nothing else…
So then, why did she enjoy it so much?