Initiation

Author: Kim aka kjsparkles

Disclaimer: I own the plot; JKR owns the characters, etc.

Author’s Note: This is a fairly dark fic, mostly PWP. It will contain forced sex, among other depraved activities, so you’re warned. I’ve based some of it on how gangs in the States have been said to initiate their new members. If you don’t like this sort of thing, don’t read it! I have the first two chapters written, the rest may be slow coming for the next three weeks as my law school finals are coming and I have a paper to write. Please review! They are like a really good drug, a legal one.

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Chapter 1

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

Severus Snape was quickly pacing back and forth in his private office. He turned to face the girl, no, young woman, in front of him. He sighed deeply as he awaited her answer.

“Of course, this is something I wouldn’t be jumping to do if the situation wasn’t what it is. But the Order needs another spy in Voldemort’s upper ranks, and my friendship with Harry and intelligence make me a good candidate.”

Hermione Granger looked to her folded hands, and remembered how she got into this positi In In the three years since their Hogwart’s graduation, she and her two friends had been in battle after battle against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The Order of the Phoenix, sticking to Albus Dumbledore’s high moral standards, refused to use the Unforgiveable Curses or any others that could kill. Hermione had fought very hard to change this. She tried to explaboutbout muggle wars and how each sinjurnjured and killed, even if they were the “good guys.” This fell on deaf ears over and over, and led to many Order members being seriously injured or killed.

So there she was, sitting in Professor Snape’s office, being briefed on Death Eater etiquette (if there was such a thing) and initiations. She hated having to represent herself in public as fighting with Harry and Ron, but she had to look angry with them and the Order to make her seem sincere in wanting to join.

“Have you any idea what they are going to make you do in order to join and gain their trust, Miss Granger?”

“Not in any certainty, but my imagination has come up with the worst, I’m sure.”

“I am not sure you can even imagine their worst. Even though you’ve seen some horrific things in the past years, you have not seen what happens at their meetings and parties. They are not happy, feel-good occasions, let me assure you. Muggles and muggleborns are kidnapped, raped, tortured and murdered, not necessarily in the order, mind you. I have not attended an initiation in several years, so I am not current on the preferred forms of entry. They will do their worst to you, of that I am certain. You are female, a muggleborn, Harry Potter’s friend, intelligent, strong-willed and powerful. They will try to break your spirit in order to keep you in line. So I repeat myself, Miss Granger, are you sure you want to go through with this?”

Snape’s voice got stronger as he stressed the last sentence he spoke. He had hoped he could scare her out of doing this horrific mission. Another spy was needed though. He was unavailable during school hours and most weekends. During the school year, he was only summoned for important events. With He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named gaining more power and followers, it had become impossible for Snape to gather all of the significant information on his own. So, it looked as if their only hope of a new spy was Hermione Granger. She was painfully naïve on certain topics, and Snape had no doubt Voldemort would pick up on this right away. She had spent too much time with her head in books or helping Potter making her not as worldly as others her age were.

“Yes, I must. I’m willing to make this sacrifice in order to get more intelligence on Voldemort. Too many have suffered and died. They shouldn’t have been put in that position. I feel like I could have done more back then, but one can’t erase the past, can they? I can try to make a difference now. I can prevent more tragedy. I know this may sound very Gryffindor to you, but that’s why I’m doing this.”

“Very well. Tonight will be the night then. You’re to meet Draco Malfoy at the Hog’s Head at 10 o’clock tonight. He will apparate you to the meeting place. I should warn you that I was owled the information this morning and the letter implied I would be summoned tonight along with a large group of Death Eaters. I will most likely be participating in your initiation. Miss Granger, if something goes wrong, I must stress that you absolutely cannot blow my cover. Do not look to me for help; It prt probably will not be able to give it to you. I wish you good luck, Miss Granger.”

Seeing this her dismissal, Hermione rose from the chair, and left his office. She walked straight to the gates and apparated to her flat in London. She spent her last few free hours napping and bathing. Eventually, she dressed in all black. Knowing she was dealing with the upper-class and wealthy of the Wizarding World, she wore a tasteful plain dress, black thigh-highs, flat dress shoes and plain robes. She pulled her hair in a tight bun to make herself look older. Her one indulgence to herself was great underwear. While Hermione was confident in her intellect, she needed a boost in her body image and her underclothes helped. In honor of the night, she wore a forest green satin bra with matching thong.

At 9:55pm, Hermione apparated outside of the Hog’s Head Pub, and entered, searching for Draco Malfoy. Not seeing him, she sat at the bar and ordered a firewhiskey, hoping for some liquid courage. She drank it fast, and was approached by a figure in an all-encompassing black cloak. When he reached her, he lifted his head, and Hermione saw it was Draco Malfoy. He cocked one eyebrow at her, probably in disbelief that she was doing this and being allowed by the Dark Lord to join. So much for pureblood pride, this war was all about power now. Keeping her composure, Hermione waited for her instructions. Complacency, or at least the look of it, is what she needed to make this night smooth.

“Ready?”

This wasn’t a real question, it was an order. Hermione nodded her head slightly and followed him to the back of the pub to the men’s restroom door. She hesitated to go in, thinking that maybe she was to wait outside until he finished.

“In, Granger.”

Hermione kept her gaze to the floor and entered the men’s restroom in front of him. It was disgusting. She had never seen anywhere that was this dirty and smelly before. Every surface seemed to have something growing on it. No one had cleaned in there for years that was certain. Hermione heard the door close behind her, and Draco putting up a silencing charm and locking spells. Why would those be needed if they were only going to apparate to the meeting place? Hermione was sure she was about to find out.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little Mudblood. So Potter’s not treating you nicely, and you run to our Master to help you? While I do not agree with allowing mudbloods into our ranks, you have grown up nicely.”

Draco’s eyes did a painfully slow perusal of Hermione’s body. Her skin began to crawl, but she squashed the urge to shudder knowing there was more to come, and she would have to get used to this treatment.

Draco stalked up to her in the small restroom. The sound of his feet sticking to the floor echoed in the room. He stopped directly in front of her, so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

“If you want to at least start to be accepted into our world, you better make nice with me. You have no idea how much power my family has.”

Hermione saw this as a vague threat meaning, ‘Do what I want or else.’ She looked up into his face, and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

“How can I be nice to you tonight, then Mr. Malfoy?”

Hermione used very respectful terms, and tried to appear meager to stay on his good side. He gave her the same smirk she had seen so many times during school. It was the one that meant he was up to something, and that something was going to be bad for the other person involved.

“Hmmmm, let me see. I think we can go a little light on you tonight, since there’s more fun to come. Get on your knees.”

Hermione gave her best seductive smile, trying to make him think she was happy about this. In reality, she was furious at him for abusing his power. Not that he had any kind of honor; he was a spoiled brat who was used to getting what he wanted. So she needed to give it to him, even if she had never done this before.

She sank down to her knees, feeling the grime on the floor through her stockings. She held his robes open with her left hand and unbuttoned his fly with the other. Hooking her fingers under his pants and boxers, she pulled them down, and they stopped at his knees because he had his legs spread wide.

His cock sprang up, only about half erect from what Hermione could tell, but then she hadn’t seen many penises in her life. She licked her lips, and made sure she had lots of saliva in her mouth as she opened wide. Her first move was to lick around the head. As she did this, Draco moaned, and his cock became fully aroused very quickly.

Hermione slowly worked her way down his cock, taking her time getting used to the feeling of having it in her mouth. She had heard the boys talking on many occasions about feeling teeth while their girlfriends were doing this to them, so she was extra careful to keep them out of it by using her tongue to caress his cock. Draco let out another moan as her tongue massaged the prominent vein in his dick.

Draco let out a loud sigh that sounded like one of boredom. Hermione began to doubt her abilities, since her confidence hadn’t been high in the first place. She felt both of his hands grab large handfuls of her hair, ripping them out of her bun. Her whimper of protest went unheeded.

“Honestly, Mudblood, we don’t have all night. Let’s hurry this up, shall we?”

She didn’t have time to think about her next move because he made it for her. Draco yanked her head back, almost making his cock fall out of her mouth. Hermione barely managed to keep her lips on it. He shoved her head back down, forcing her to take all of him in his mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in, nearly causing her to vomit. As she tried to calm it down, her tt cot contracted as she attempted to swallow. Draco let out a loud groan.

“Yeah, Mudblood, now you’re doing it right. You better keep taking all of me in.”

Hermione’s eyes were watering, making her make-up run down her face. Draco held her head in one place for a considerable amount of time, allowing her throat to do all of the work. She wasn’t able to take in a breath while he did this, and started to feel faint. He yanked her head back to the edge of his cock, only allowing her enough time to take a quick breath in before he forced her head back down again. As he held her down, he moved his hips back and forth, not quite fucking her face, but giving himself much stimulation.

He soon tired of her throat and began to pump her head back and forth very quickly. His cock still went down her throat, but at least she could sort of breathe. He was now fucking her face in earnest, very hard and fast.

“You’re a good little cocksucker, you know that, Mudblood? You just needed a little help. Put your hand on my balls, Mudblood, give them a good massage,” Draco demanded in a breathy voice.

Hermione raised her right hand to cup his balls. She stroked each of them with her fingers, and was surprised to feel them start to lift up. Draco was constantly humming and moaning. He was thrusting his hips hard. They collided with her face so hard that Hermione was sure she was going to be bruised.

“Oh yeah, here it comes, Mudblood. You better swallow it all.”

He held her head back down, so that she was deep-throating his cock again. He ground his pelvis into her face, smashing her nose into his stomach. Draco came hard down her throat. He was so far down that she didn’t even have to swallow. She could feel his hot sperm going down through her throat.

When he was done, he shoved her away from him. Hermione landed on her ass, and looked up at him in surprise. He met her eyes with a look of disgust.

“You’re still just a filthy mudblood, always will be. Now you even look like one. Better straighten up before you meet our Lord. You have one minute. Dra Draco pulled up his pants, and straightened his robes. Hermione got to her feet quickly. She pulled her wand out of her sleeve, and did a cleaning spell for her clothes. She turned to the only mirror in the room, but it was so dirty she couldn’t see herself in it, so she did a quick spell on her hair and one on her face to give her a natural look. Draco came up behind her, grabbed her arm and apparated her out of the Hog’s Head.

They reappeared on a forest path. Ahead of her, Hermione could see what looked like a lit up clearing. Draco grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her forward. As they walked, he turned to her with the same smirk she had seen in the Hog’s Head a few minutes ago.

“Time for the real fun to begin.”

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