Sympathy For Devils
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
14,596
Reviews:
57
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Disclaimer -- I don\'t own any part of the Harry Potter universe and I\'m not making any money from this story. This applies to all future chapters.
Chapter 1
Hermione’s hands were bound tightly behind her.
Even thought she had been instructed not to, she fought against the ropes wound securely around her wrists. She could feel something moist dripping down into her hands.
\"Sweat maybe...\" she thought. \"Or blood...\"
The caravan rumbled along. She surveyed the other girls that had been bound and thrown in with her.
She recognized a few of them from Muggle Elementary School, but no one spoke.
Fear clogged their throats.
Hermione looked down at her feet. Hot tears began to fill her eyes.
She wondered where Harry was right now at this very moment...and Ron....and Ginny. Poor Ginny.
\"She\'s probably in the same boat as me.\" Hermione thought bitterly.
It all came of Lord Voldemort. He had defeated Harry and enslaved the muggle population. She thought the Weasley’s would have been safe, but no. They were considered blood traitors and that was a crime more severe than being a mudblood. Mr. Weasley had died in the fight against Voldemort. The rest of the family was sold to the highest bidder.
That\'s where Hermione and the other girls where on their way to.
A slave auction.
The caravan rumbled and jumped along, bouncing the girls every which way due to the fact that they couldn\'t steady themselves without the use of their hands.
Suddenly, the road became smooth and after a few more miles the vehicle jerked to a stop. The girls looked at each other in fear.
“Wha.....What\'s going to happen to us?” one of the girls voiced aloud.
It hung in the air. Everyone heard it, but no one replied.
“What is going to happen to us?” Hermione thought once again, letting her terror get the better of her.
Her stomach turned a flip-flop as the short, fat, sweaty man that had kidnapped she and the other captives entered the compartment.
“Let’s see now, Dearies,” he began. “Oh! This one has marred her arms!” he muttered, examining Hermione’s wrists.
A bit of muttering and a tap of his wand and the moisture that was dripping down onto her palms was gone.
They began to take them out a girl at a time. Hermione could hear shouting coming from outside.
Several of the girls were now sobbing. She heard them receive a stern warning when their turn came to be taken out.
A gavel sounded loudly as each girl was sold.
Hermione rocked back and forth in her seat, trembling with fear and trying to repress her tears.
Soon, a pair of large hands grabbed Hermione firmly around the shoulders, lifting her off her seat and standing her up straight.
She got a rough shove from behind, instructing her to walk forward.
She was led up to a platform where she got a few view of the large crowd that had gathered.
Wizards in expensive looking robes were huddled closely together gawking at the girls as they were led to the auction block.
Hermione closed her eyes as the auctioneer began to yell loudly about background, where she was aquired, etc.
Tears of shame stung her eyes as her clothes were ripped away, leaving her exposed to the wandering eyes of the crowd.
She received a sharp, stinging slap on the rear, instructing her to twirl so the crowd could get a good look at her body.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip before slowly complying.
Whistles and catcalls echoed from all around.
“Keep your chin up Hermione!” he mind called. “Don’t let them see you sweat!”
“The bidding will open at 50,000 galleons!” the auctioneer called.
“50,000!”
“70,000!”
“85,000!”
“200,000 galleons.” called an unimpressed, drawling voice from the crowd.
Even Hermione was shocked. She forgot momentarily that she was naked on an auction block and stood on her tiptoes to see who had just paid such a handsome price for her.
The crowd had turned as well, blocking her view.
“Umm....ah, 200,000 galleons going once, going twice. Sold to the gentleman in the back!”
The crowd parted and her, now, owner began to walk toward the stage.
Hermione’s stomach dropped. Her owner wasn’t just some random stranger.
He was the one who had tortured her through school. Who’s smirks and sneered insults had made her life a living hell.
“Malfoy?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, earning her another stinging slap on the rear.
“Speak when spoken to.” hissed the short, fat man into her ear.
“I would appreciate it if you would keep your hands off my personal belongings.” Malfoy stated upon arriving.
“Of course, sir.” the nasty fat man grinned, taking off his hat to him.
Malfoy seized Hermione by the arms and lifted her off the platform, eyeing her naked state. He quickly wrapped his large cloak around her shoulders and ushered her toward a large man accepting payment for the girls.
She turned and gave him a small, grateful smile.
“Don’t read too much into it.” he whispered silkily into her ear, before handing the man his payment and walking away, leading Hermione toward a large black limousine.
Chapter 1
Hermione’s hands were bound tightly behind her.
Even thought she had been instructed not to, she fought against the ropes wound securely around her wrists. She could feel something moist dripping down into her hands.
\"Sweat maybe...\" she thought. \"Or blood...\"
The caravan rumbled along. She surveyed the other girls that had been bound and thrown in with her.
She recognized a few of them from Muggle Elementary School, but no one spoke.
Fear clogged their throats.
Hermione looked down at her feet. Hot tears began to fill her eyes.
She wondered where Harry was right now at this very moment...and Ron....and Ginny. Poor Ginny.
\"She\'s probably in the same boat as me.\" Hermione thought bitterly.
It all came of Lord Voldemort. He had defeated Harry and enslaved the muggle population. She thought the Weasley’s would have been safe, but no. They were considered blood traitors and that was a crime more severe than being a mudblood. Mr. Weasley had died in the fight against Voldemort. The rest of the family was sold to the highest bidder.
That\'s where Hermione and the other girls where on their way to.
A slave auction.
The caravan rumbled and jumped along, bouncing the girls every which way due to the fact that they couldn\'t steady themselves without the use of their hands.
Suddenly, the road became smooth and after a few more miles the vehicle jerked to a stop. The girls looked at each other in fear.
“Wha.....What\'s going to happen to us?” one of the girls voiced aloud.
It hung in the air. Everyone heard it, but no one replied.
“What is going to happen to us?” Hermione thought once again, letting her terror get the better of her.
Her stomach turned a flip-flop as the short, fat, sweaty man that had kidnapped she and the other captives entered the compartment.
“Let’s see now, Dearies,” he began. “Oh! This one has marred her arms!” he muttered, examining Hermione’s wrists.
A bit of muttering and a tap of his wand and the moisture that was dripping down onto her palms was gone.
They began to take them out a girl at a time. Hermione could hear shouting coming from outside.
Several of the girls were now sobbing. She heard them receive a stern warning when their turn came to be taken out.
A gavel sounded loudly as each girl was sold.
Hermione rocked back and forth in her seat, trembling with fear and trying to repress her tears.
Soon, a pair of large hands grabbed Hermione firmly around the shoulders, lifting her off her seat and standing her up straight.
She got a rough shove from behind, instructing her to walk forward.
She was led up to a platform where she got a few view of the large crowd that had gathered.
Wizards in expensive looking robes were huddled closely together gawking at the girls as they were led to the auction block.
Hermione closed her eyes as the auctioneer began to yell loudly about background, where she was aquired, etc.
Tears of shame stung her eyes as her clothes were ripped away, leaving her exposed to the wandering eyes of the crowd.
She received a sharp, stinging slap on the rear, instructing her to twirl so the crowd could get a good look at her body.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip before slowly complying.
Whistles and catcalls echoed from all around.
“Keep your chin up Hermione!” he mind called. “Don’t let them see you sweat!”
“The bidding will open at 50,000 galleons!” the auctioneer called.
“50,000!”
“70,000!”
“85,000!”
“200,000 galleons.” called an unimpressed, drawling voice from the crowd.
Even Hermione was shocked. She forgot momentarily that she was naked on an auction block and stood on her tiptoes to see who had just paid such a handsome price for her.
The crowd had turned as well, blocking her view.
“Umm....ah, 200,000 galleons going once, going twice. Sold to the gentleman in the back!”
The crowd parted and her, now, owner began to walk toward the stage.
Hermione’s stomach dropped. Her owner wasn’t just some random stranger.
He was the one who had tortured her through school. Who’s smirks and sneered insults had made her life a living hell.
“Malfoy?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, earning her another stinging slap on the rear.
“Speak when spoken to.” hissed the short, fat man into her ear.
“I would appreciate it if you would keep your hands off my personal belongings.” Malfoy stated upon arriving.
“Of course, sir.” the nasty fat man grinned, taking off his hat to him.
Malfoy seized Hermione by the arms and lifted her off the platform, eyeing her naked state. He quickly wrapped his large cloak around her shoulders and ushered her toward a large man accepting payment for the girls.
She turned and gave him a small, grateful smile.
“Don’t read too much into it.” he whispered silkily into her ear, before handing the man his payment and walking away, leading Hermione toward a large black limousine.