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178 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2020
The flogger has mangled her cunt.
He didn’t even hit her particularly hard.
Her mouth smiles but her eyes do not. He’s certain that her eyes used to light up when she smiled in school.
Her head jerks up, and she stares at him, her eyes wide and fearful. It sets his teeth on edge. She averts her eyes, looking back down at her tits, and he catches sight of deep purples bruises wrapped around her throat and marring the right side of her face.
He stares with surprise and his stomach curdles.
He didn’t even hit her very hard.
The eerie silence of the alley is broken by her heavy panting; a frightened, rasping sound that cuts through the air as she continues unsteadily forward.
She must have a death wish.
Draco keeps back and watches as she dazedly makes her way towards him until he can’t resist the urge to get a closer taste.
He emerges slowly from the shadows.
“Granger...”
She furrows her eyebrows and tilts her head sideways.
Bubbles of anticipation rise in his stomach.
“M-Malfoy?”
He planned to stay out past midnight and let Granger fret over her punishment, but after several drinks, he’s feeling charitable. He has a long dinner and returns to the house. He even orders a second meal for Granger and brings it back with him. Her reduced weight is vastly preferable, but he’s worried that if she loses more her tits might get smaller. He can’t have that.
He smiles and pulls her up into his arms, kissing her cheek and squeezing her tits affectionately as he fucks her harder. “Of course you are. You’re mine, and I’m yours. I’m going to keep you forever and take such good care of you.”
Raped her?
Lying bitch. She’s so overwhelmed by presenting as an Omega that she’s decided to project all the blame onto him rather than accept what she is. There’s an icy rage seething in his chest as he thinks about it.
He wishes she’d look happier. It’s the one flaw. She never seems as happy as he’d expect her to be.
“I want you to tell me that you love me.”

“I want you to tell me that you love me.”
He holds her against his chest while she shakes and sobs brokenly, stroking her hair and rubbing soothing circles on her back. She keeps trying to draw her legs closed and then wailing and letting them drop open again. There are streams of blood trickling down her pale legs and getting on his clothes.
Draco kisses her forehead. “It’s alright. It’s not going to happen again, is it? No. You’re alright. Now you know. Now you know how well I care for you.”
Draco sits on the edge of the bed and reaches down towards her. She makes a sound of terror that’s animal and tries to get away. He grits his teeth and forces himself to ignore his irritation as he jerks her up off the floor and into his arms, using his sleeve to wipe away the mess on her face. She gives a series of short incoherent screams like an injured rabbit as she shakes and keeps gasping sobs.
“Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. It’s alright. You didn’t know how it could be, did you? You just didn’t understand. It’s alright. I forgive you.”
But she refuses to be genuinely happy.
“I love you.”
Her expression flickers. She draws a ragged breath and curls inward, as though the words have struck her like physical blows.
His jaw tenses. He watches her expression carefully as she stares up at him, her eyes wide and almost terrified looking.
“I — “ she’s too overwhelmed to speak for several seconds, “I love — you too … I do.“ She seems to be on the verge of tears. “I — love you too.”
Relief floods through him and he grins and kisses her forehead. “I know. I know you do.”
“It’s just — “ her voice is straining and her lips twitch. Her fingers are scrabbling weakly at his hand. “I — don’t — I don’t — want to — “
“Good,” Draco says as he glares down at her.
His good mood has evaporated and he feels vicious with rage. This was the best evening they’ve had since she got pregnant and now she’s ruined it.
He’d been so happy and now there’s ice in the pit of his stomach.
Nothing he does is ever enough. She always wants more. Ungrateful slut.
He holds her down until she stops resisting and lies still the way she’s supposed to.
When he walks into their bedroom, she’s still lying in the bed where he left her. Her eyes are wide, watching him carefully.
Her skin isn’t flush with warmth the way it usually is. She’s pale.
She’s stiff and fearful, but she doesn’t say anything. He kisses her apologetically and murmurs spells to warm her up, holding her close.
He holds her all night, his heart pounding with worry as he grips her body tightly against his. He keeps casting warming charms to keep her skin from getting cold. His stomach twists to the point of nausea at the thought that something might be wrong with her. He keeps kissing her shoulder and telling himself she’ll be alright.
He tries to feed her chicken soup and other fattening things he hopes will tempt her appetite, but she doesn’t seem to want to eat, even when he orders her to.
He combs her hair and fusses over her.
Licking and nipping and suckling at her clit and she lays so obediently still for him the way he’s trained her to. He keeps teasing her until he sees her fingers curving like claws in the sheets. He coats her cunt with aphrodisiac potion and fucks her slowly, feeling her body rigid under his as she fights her orgasm. She’s such a good girl.
She’s so nervous, she won’t even stand when he tells her it’s time to leave. He has to pick her up and carry her out of the townhouse.
Several Muggles stop to stare but Draco ignores them as he continues to carry her down the street.
His voice breaks slightly and he kisses her again. “I’m going to fix this. I'll do anything for you. You know that, don’t you?”
He loves her so much.
“Charges of necrophilia...”
There’s screaming filling his ears.
“Signs of starvation and torture…”
Screaming.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!”
This is the darker, alternative ending for Edge. Which, I personally don’t like as much since it feels more like a horror for horror’s sake type of ending and I didn’t think that really aligned with the thematic point I had in mind for the larger story.
But, since I’m already going to hell anyway. Here’s the non-ambiguous ending version.