Life in an Alien Land 1: In the Land of My Enemy

This story is a response to GryffindorClutz’ challenge. The rules are: 1) Hermione has to be shared between Lucius and Draco and have Lucius’ baby first. 2) Draco has to be slightly deranged and more than a little obsessed. 3) Draco has to have a breastfeeding fetish.

This story has been reposted from the AU category to Draco/Hermione. Sorry if this leads to any confusion for readers who are following it.


Life In an Alien Land

Chapter 1

May 30, 1998

"Come on Hermione!" Ron shouted over the din of the battle surrounding them. He pulled her wand arm as he attempted to Side-Along Apparate without her consent. She stood still, numbly looking at the body of The Boy Who Lived from her vantage at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. How had it come to this? She sank to her knees. Life would not be liveable under the Dark wizard's rule. She may as well give up.

Ron hauled her to her feet and threw her over his shoulder. "Bloody hell, Hermione let's go."

The twisting compression of Disapparation jarred her out of her misery, but only for a moment. Hermione doubled over as Ron set her down, retching into the litter that marred the streets of London. Ron pulled on her arm, his voice cold and numb. "Get up."

Hermione dragged herself to a sitting position. After their months on the run, after all they had been to each other; lover, friend and finally partner, Hermione managed to pull herself together enough to tell Ron, "I'm pregnant."

If she had been expecting joy at the news, her anticipation would have been short-lived. Things had changed only momenst before for everyone in the wizarding world. Ron sank to the kerb, his breath coming in shallow huffs. "Get rid of it. We can't survive on the run with you like that."

Hermione nodded, knowing the truth of the statement, but her heart tearing in half at the thought. It was supposed to be different. Harry was supposed to win. They were supposed to be the Golden Trio that triumphed, not the losers who slunk around awaiting capture and death.

Ron sobbed into her hair as he pulled her to him. The war was lost and their lives were over.

&*&*&

In the end, Hermione could not get rid of the foetus that grew in her. Molly, Ginny and Fred found them and all went underground, staying in Muggle locations, working no magic. The Weasleys had lost almost their entire family. Ron became distant to her, but Hermione expected as much. He and Fred went to work daily at the jobs that they could get, Ginny turned tricks, bringing in enough money to put food on the table. The girl that Hermione knew died a little every night, and her family watched in horror as she became addicted to heroin. Her blank-eyed stare was a reproach, her scarred arms a testament to her will to survive at any cost.

The war reached the Muggles and food became scarce. Hermione's thin frame could no longer nourish the child she carried. At six months, she lost it. It would have been a girl. Ron wrapped it in newspapers and put it in a rubbish bin he passed on his way to a job. Fred and Molly were the only ones to cry over the loss. Hermione was dead inside. She had died the night Harry had on the fields of Hogwarts, his only home.

Hermione began diving in rubbish bins to find food or things she could sell for food. She thought about selling her body as Ginny did, but after a realistic assessment of her gaunt assets and the loose skin on her belly, she realized she would only be wasting her time. She normally left in the morning and did not return until late at night, seeing Ron only occasionally.

On one of her forays, she heard that Lucius Malfoy had been named High Lord of London with Draco as his Undersecretary. Percy Weasley served them both, his family's blood-traitor status not hampering his efforts one bit as he scrabbled to the top of the Death Eater dunghill. She had also heard that wizarding deaths had outstripped the births due to the war. She returned early that day after a successful bout of gleaning, only to see a darkened hovel. Ron was the only occupant of the single room. Hermione greeted him diffidently; things had warped between them since the loss of their child. "Where is everyone?"

Ron merely lifted a bottle of Muggle whiskey to his lips. "Gone."

"Oh." Hermione began placing the nearly crushed tin of peaches, half-mouldy bread and rock-hard cheese that she had gleaned from the rubbish bins onto the table. "When will they be back?"

Ron stood unsteadily. "They won't. We need to leave."

He grabbed her arm roughly, shoving her lean hip into the table. She would bruise there with her paper-thin skin. Ron lifted her shirt, fondling her breasts, then roughly pulled up her skirt and pushed her knickers aside. He groaned her name as he entered her. ""Mione."

And suddenly it felt as if they were back in the Forest of Dean, knowing they would be victorious, in love and fearless. Hermione ground against him as he thrust, his motions becoming erratic as he spilled his seed into her for the first time since she lost the baby. He leaned his shaggy, red-haired head against hers, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much. We need to leave here. We've been discovered. We're going to where a few Order members have gathered."

Hermione clung to Ron as he Apparated them to Godric's Hollow, into the house Harry and Hermione had discovered Nagini disguised as Bathilda Bagshot. The stench of death had become dry and old rather than cloying and wet. Hermione shivered against her lover. He had not been there when she and Harry discovered the Horror that was Voldemort's familiar. He could not understand her fear of the locale.

The distinctive cracks of Apparation sounded outside and Hermione whirled around. Ron held her by the upper arm and she began clawing at it as she saw the first of the Death Eaters enter the upper room. He said, his face cast down his voice thick with pain, “I’m sorry, Hermione, they told me if I turned you over willingly they’d let Ginny and my mum live. They’ve said they won’t hurt you. Please try to understand.”

She had cried then as one of the Death Eaters took her wand from her lifeless fingers. If Ron was willing to betray her, what did she have to fight for in this world? He could not even look at her as she was Apparated away.

Hermione was taken to a large room in what she suspected was the Riddle Mansion and placed in the middle of a cleared area with three other girls. A large Death Eater stripped her of her clothes as his hands lingered over what was left of her curves. He squeezed her breast and moved his hand down to her labia, still wet with Ron's spunk and her own juices. He laughed as he plunged a finger into her, humiliating her as he pulled out and sniffed the digit. "She's a ripe little whore. Feels like she's just been shagged. Smells like it too."

The masked man licked the moisture off his digit and slapped her lightly on the cheek as he slid a silver bracelet on her wrist. Hermione immediately felt the magic in her body dampen and then falter to nothing. The Death Eater said, "I hope he gives you to me. I need a hot little slut like you since my wife is so occupied with him."

The man stepped back into the shadows and Hermione attempted to cover her nude body with her hands. She looked around the room, frightened beyond reason. She noticed three other young women with her. She recognized Fiona Addair from Ravenclaw and thought the others two were girls that were a year behind her in Hufflepuff. The one thing they had in common was that they were all Muggle-born. Hermione's gaze adjusted to the gloom and she realised all four of the nude girls were surrounded by men in dark robes who looked at them appraisingly.

The girls were made to stand for hours in the centre of the room as various men came into the area. Hermione thought she might have recognised Doholov's angular form and maybe Vincent Crabbe. The two Hufflepuffs bore the scrutiny with mindless stoicism. Hermione thought they might be well on the way to madness. Fiona Adair flinched every time a man spoke, but remained upright, as if under a spell. She bore bruises on her flanks and dried blood was encrusted on the inside of her thighs. She must have been a virgin before she was captured. Hermione shivered, thinking that if her first time with a man had been rape, she would have reacted with much less courage than the Ravenclaw. Hermione's estimation of the girl went up.

As the day wore on the girls were each given a cup of weak tea with fresh milk and sugar, a luxury after months of deprivation. The brew had a taste strangely reminiscent of Calming Draught. The Hufflepuff girls had to be induced to drink the infusion with threats. Fiona gulped it down, her hands shaking and her eyes watering. Hermione sipped hers as if at high tea with the Queen. She would not let the collected Death Eater filth see her fear, or know her need.

The day wore into evening and the girls all swayed with fatigue. One of the Hufflepuffs fell to her knees and was jerked by her hair to stand again. The Death Eater that had divested Hermione of her clothing laughed as he did it. He leaned in and bit her cheek, leaving teeth-marks in her gaunt flesh. The girl only whimpered plaintively as a single tear littered her dirty face. The Death Eater returned to his position as guard, still chuckling at her response to his violation.

Hermione's bladder filled and she moved from foot to foot but refused to ask for relief. She would not give in to them, no matter how betrayed she felt by Ron or that her defiance was most certainly going to lead to misery. After what seemed like hours of suffering, Hermione heard Fiona sob then smelled the salty, warm and acrid scent of urine. Hermione cast a surreptitious glance toward the girl and noted the wet stain spreading across the battered wooden floor. Hermione held her head high, squatted and pissed. Sod them all if they thought she would be humiliated into pissing herself like an infant.

A tall figure entered, swathed in black from head to toe, his hair glinting silver in the gloom of the falling night. He bowed as another figure followed. The flickering light of a rush-torch revealed the distinctive anguiform features of the self-styled Lord Voldemort. Voldemort hissed with contempt limning his features, "Clean this messss, Rodolphusss. I told you our guessstsss were to be treated with a modicum of resssspect. They are valuable in their own way."

The Death Eater that had stripped Hermione responded with alacrity, his actions jerky and shaking. He Vanished the urine and then cast Cleansing Charms over Hermione and Fiona. "I am sorry, my Lord, the Mudbloods did not tell me they were in discomfort."

Voldemort dismissed the man with a wave of his hand, and the older Lestrange bowed and scraped until he was in shadows again. Hermione lifted her chin defiantly, trying to keep the quaking of her limbs from overtaking her. The Dark Lord smirked as he ran a slender finger under her jaw and down to her breasts. "I ssshall enjoy how my servant will break you, my dear."

He levelled his wand, the elder wand he had stolen from Dumbledore's crypt, at Hermione and suddenly she was in excruciating pain. She bit her tongue rather than scream, grateful that she had not eaten that day, lest her bowels let loose. After moments, the Curse was lifted. Hermione dragged herself to a sitting position, gasping for air that had been denied her lungs while under the Crucio. Fiona sobbed beside her as the Hufflepuffs keened in fright. Hermione spat the blood from her mouth and stood slowly, taking shallow breaths as if she had run a marathon. The Dark Lord gave her an assessing look then moved to Fiona. "I give you to the Crabbe family. Serve them well, and they might let you live after your services are no longer needed."

The next was the smaller Hufflepuff. "Step forward, Rodolphus and Rabastan. This is your brood mare. Treat it well. I will not give you a replacement."

The Lestrange brothers moved to the girl, their stocky figures blocking Hermione's view as the girl was removed from the room. She heard the little Hufflepuff’s screams echo down the hall.

"This girl, I give to you, Doholov and to your ssssonsss. Usssse her well. I want replacementssss in my army." Voldemort shoved the girl to the grim-faced Death Eater who gave a sharp bow. The girl followed him vacantly from the room.

Hermione's fear increased with each exchange. She knew she would not fare as well as the others. The Dark Lord's ruby-eyed attention turned back to her and she cringed, not wanting another Crucio. "Lucius, you, of all my faithful followers have the ruthlessness to tame thissss bitch. Take her out of my ssssight. Break her. I know you can. I want Half-blood get from both you and your ssssson."

Lucius bowed and moved to take Hermione by the arm. She stiffened but complied under the leather grip of his glove. "It will be my pleasure, My Lord."

He pulled her out of the room without a backward glance to see if she was able to follow. She stumbled as her foot hit a splinter in the broken floor and fell. He dragged her behind him, hissing, "Get up."

She struggled under his cold glare and limped along behind him, wishing she had died when Harry did. He paused, noting the trail of blood she left from the rather large splinter in her foot. He hefted her over his shoulder and carried her into the cold of the October night. Once outside the derelict Mansion, he Disapparated them away.

She shivered in the cold, night air as her new Master put her down. He scowled as he placed his cloak around her. "Follow me."

Hermione minced after him, gingerly walking on the side of her foot up the gravelled path to a large, ancient mansion. The Malfoy scion did not look back to see if she followed.

Once inside the building's cavernous interior, Lucius Malfoy took off his Death Eater mask and withdrew the cloak from her shoulders. He dropped them onto the floor, an imperious gesture, fitting with her image of him. He drew off his gloves and spelled the lights on. Hermione blinked owlishly in the sudden light, pain filtering through her eyes as they became accustomed to the sensation. Lucius Malfoy gazed at her coldly as another person entered the area. Hermione knew him by his pointed, vulpine features and the grating drawl as he spoke. "Father, I don't know if you were rewarded or punished if this was the one he chose for you."

Lucius spun around, his wand levelled at his son. He slowly lowered it as he realised the absence of threat the weak-looking boy posed. "Draco, in the Dark Lord's infinite wisdom, we are to share... this. We are both expected to get a child on her."

Hermione could not stop herself, "But you're married."

"I was." Lucius snapped, turning his arctic eyes to her. "Narcissa displeased the Dark Lord with her lies on Potter's behalf. I was instructed to punish her."

Draco gave a high, nervous titter and then quieted abruptly, his eyes unfocused and a little mad. Hermione stifled a sob. "Please, I'll do anything..."

"Yes, you will," the elder Malfoy sneered before turning to his son. "Instruct the house elves to draw a bath for the chit, bring some food, and find some clothing for her. She should fit your mother's with a few alterations. She will be in the Blue Room."

Lucius took her arm and Apparated her to a large, gilded hallway. He opened a panelled door and thrust her into a room. He followed her in and sat on the large four-poster bed. "Miss Granger, I assume."

Hermione nodded frightened more by being in the same room with a bed and Lucius Malfoy, than she had been during her months in hiding. Lucius crossed his legs, assuming a languid, effete pose. "Sit. I won't bite."

Hermione sidled to a silk-upholstered chair, afraid she would dirty it with her filthy body. Of course, she had washed regularly, but water had become such a commodity as the Death Eaters destroyed supply lines to London, that Hermione had little more than whore baths with hard, lye soap in the past months. She knew she stank, knew without looking in the mirror that her body was begrimed with weeks of funk. Lucius inclined his head. "Miss Granger, the furniture can be cleaned. Do please, sit."

Hermione complied, wondering at the civility the High Lord of London showed her. He smiled, a genuine one, the warmth spreading to his features, bringing them to life. "You have pleased me with your ready compliance and your care for my property. Continue in this vein, and we will have a pleasant association. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, sir." Hermione nearly choked on the words of submission.

Lucius chuckled, a dark sound coming from his angelic features. "Ah, let us not stand on formality, Hermione. While we are in these rooms, you may address me as Lucius and Draco by his given name. Elsewhere we will be your masters, but in this room, we shall be on more intimate terms, shall we say? Now, call me Lucius, I want to hear it from you at least once before we take care of the business at hand."

"Lucius." Hermione whispered, unsure if he were merely baiting her into a misstep so that he might punish her. He stood suddenly and Hermione cringed back in the chair awaiting the blow she was sure to follow.

He merely gave her an odd look and opened the door for the waiting house elves that brought a sheer dress of pale blue silk and a small, light repast. Malfoy ordered, "Place it and leave."

Hermione stifled a relieved sob. Lucius turned to the food, sampling a little from each dish before casting a Stasis Charm over it. He directed his attention to a panel that had opened in the wall. "I believe your bath awaits. I am truly sorry, but I must attend to you while you bathe. I mustn't let the Dark Lord's gift come to any harm."

He crooked his arm indicating she should take it. She slid off the seat unsettled by the graciousness of his manner. He picked her up again, his arms like steel bands around her. "I shall attend to your wound while you soak."

Once in the marble bathroom, Lucius let Hermione slide down his body. She gasped as her mons met his obvious arousal. He smirked, with a quirked brow and a small huff of pleasure. "Yes, Hermione, I am a typical male when confronted with the body of an attractive, nude woman. I assure you, until you are properly cared for, I shall not fuck you."

His breath stirred against her cheek as he finished the sentence and chills ran down her throat, disconcerting her in the intensity of the feeling. He lifted her once more and placed her in the tub. The water lapping about her body brought a moan that seemed to come from her toes and she closed her eyes, relishing the feeling. When she opened them, her breath caught as Malfoy slid his trousers down, freeing a large erection from the confines. Her mouth was dry as entered the tub with her and she jerked away from his grasp. "Please... I've only been with one man. Please."

Tears spilled down her cheeks and she dashed them away as she huddled under the water up to her chin. She had heard Voldemort tell the others what awaited them, had listened as Malfoy told his son they were to share her, and knew what it meant, but faced with the prospect of actual copulation with the second most evil man she knew, her courage failed her. She sobbed into her hands, awaiting his brutal assault. He merely took her in his arms and smoothed her now wet hair with shampoo. "Hush, my dear. Did I not promise you that I would not bed you until you were settled?"

Hermione knew she had to answer or risk his displeasure; she nodded mutely and sank against him, his cock teasing her entrance as she did. She squirmed in unexpected arousal and Lucius hissed. "It has been too long for me, Miss Granger. I suggest you quit moving, or I shall be hard-pressed to live up to my word."

He finished washing her hair, scrubbing the scalp with light fingers, and then moved down her body, smoothing real soap over her sensitised skin, lingering over her nipples as they perked under his fingers. It was his turn to moan as he moved lower, coming into contact with her core. He swirled his thumb over her clit and pinched it lightly before he slid one finger inside her. She stiffened as his cock surged against her back. Lucius turned her around to face him, his visage a mask of concentration as he laid her back against the edge of the tub while he fingered her in maddeningly slow circles. She had never experienced such arousal as he brought her to the edge of orgasm and withdrew his attention. He sighed, "So responsive, like a fine racehorse. I believe, Hermione, I shall go back on my word. Once you've eaten, I want you to get on the bed and await my pleasure."

He stood, his jutting cock nearly purple with arousal. Hermione followed reluctantly. He would torture her; she knew it.

He drew his wand and bade her to sit on a settee in the bathroom. Hermione waited for the pain, but only felt the splinter removed as he Accio'ed it from her foot. He smoothed an ointment over the wound from a jar she had not seen him retrieve. He then placed her foot on the floor and spread her legs apart. "Lean back, Hermione, I want to see your cunt."

She complied shocked and aroused by his language, still awaiting the pain of his invasion. He merely kissed the interior of her knee and then brought his face closer to her core. Ron had suggested they try this, but had they never had the privacy to do it. Hermione shifted uncomfortably with the exposure she felt as Lucius dipped his head closer to her most private place. She felt a dripping sensation as he spread her lips. "So beautiful and wet. Yes, you shall do."

Lucius fingered her as he tongued her clit with lapping strokes. He blew on her as she squirmed under his ministrations. She hissed as he gave a light nip on her clit then continued until she came undone, his fingers thrust into her pulsing centre. Once done, Lucius stood, drawing her to the bed chambre and seating her before the fire. "Eat, now. I shall be back in a moment."

Hermione stared at the food, feeling a traitorous hunger for both the repast and the man that had just left the room. She was confused. Malfoy's orders had been to break her, yet he treated her tenderly and made her feel welcome in his own inimical way. She did not know what his game was, but she was sure he was winning. She tore into the thick, white bread ravenously and then turned her attention to the soup, a beef broth with vegetables. It had been months since she had eaten so well. Once done and she was comfortably full, she moved to the bed where the sheer gown lay. She fingered the silk longingly, remembering the days before the war was lost when she had been a girl, not the tired, haggard woman she had become. She had lost her youth the night that Harry died and had lost her innocence today with Ron‘s betrayal.

She heard the doorknob turn and she scrambled onto the bed, relieved that she remembered her Master's orders to prepare herself for his invasion. It was Draco, however and she pulled the gown to her to cover her nudity, knowing how ridiculous the gesture was, given her state of undress upon her arrival. The boy smirked. "Why so modest, Granger? I'll have you after Father does."

Hermione backed against the headboard of the bed, the ornate carvings digging painfully into her back. "Please, Draco, we knew each other once... Please, help me."

The boy drew his hand back and slapped her. She reeled as he climbed on top of her. "You were nothing to me, Granger, nothing. I'm going to fuck you and when you have my child, I'll make sure you won't have another man but me."

He scrabbled at his belt as he ground into her. Hermione screamed, her voice breaking as his hand came to her throat and he began choking her in earnest. "You fucking Mudblood bitch... I wanted you once. I used to tell Zabini how I'd have you in every way, in every orifice. I told him I'd make you beg for me to fuck you up the ass. Now, I don't have to seduce you to do it. It's going to be so much easier, and you will beg."

"Please..." she choked out as Draco relented. He spat in her face and slapped her again. "It's because of you and Potter that Mother is dead. You will pay."

He hit her once more and stars bloomed behind her eyelids. She wilted onto the counterpane, willing herself to die. She heard a shout, and a scuffle then soothing hands was on her smoothing her hair and healing her bruises and cuts. Lucius had returned.

Hermione drew herself into a foetal position, willing him to leave her, but he did not. He whispered, "Drink this."

She took the vial and downed it, hoping for death. Lucius took the bottle from her lifeless fingers as he drew her into his arms. She asked, "What was that?'

"A Fertility Potion. You will take one daily until you are pregnant. After that, you will not have to suffer my attentions." Lucius said. "I cannot speak for my son. He has been obsessed with you for some time. I will ensure that he does not harm you again, but he will probably take you regularly."

Hermione's resolve to escape crumbled. She had nowhere to go, and if she were forced to carry a child, she could not in good conscience endanger it. She could not bear losing another one. For the last time that evening, she cried. Lucius stroked her back, bringing his arousal to full tumescence. "One other thing, Hermione. When you are in this room, I want you unclothed. I may want to fuck you at any time of the night or day. You may wear what Draco brought you if you are outside these rooms, but you may not have undergarments unless you are menstruating. You will be ours when we want and how we want. If others are in the Manor, you will remain in these rooms. I will not have another man’s bastard foisted off on me or my son. Until you carry my child, Draco is to wear a sheath. Once you have been delivered, you will resume the Fertility Potion and bear him a child. Attempts to escape or disobey these orders will result in punishment. We shall see if the Dark Lord is pleased before we allow you further liberties. Do you understand?'

Hermione nodded weakly. Lucius lay back against the bed. "Now I want you to suck my cock. If I am sufficiently aroused by your performance, I shall take you gently, and make love to you. If I am not... well you shall see."

Hermione bent between his legs, her throat still hurting from Draco's assault and began. She had never sucked a cock before but had read several articles on it when she was gleaning rubbish. She knew to not use her teeth and to make sure she kept him lubricated with her saliva. As she sucked the large tip of his penis into her mouth, he hissed and she jerked back, fearing she had hurt him worried what his punishment would entail. He merely laughed and enquired, "You've never given head before?

Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair. "No."

"It pleases me that I am your first. Continue." He pushed her face toward his cock and guided her through the rest of the process. When he was straining and rock hard, he flipped her onto her back and entered her with a swift thrust of his hips. She cried out at the near-pain of the invasion of such a large object, but as his strokes deepened, she cried out in earnest, the traitorous walls of her vagina milking his cock as he spurted into her as he came. He drew out of her and told her to raise her buttocks as he placed a pillow under them. "Stay in that position for half an hour, then you may retire. I will ward your room so that you might rest."

Lucius disappeared behind another panel in the wall and Hermione cried herself to sleep.

&*&*&

Her days continued in much the same way as she serviced Lucius and then suffered Draco's obsessive lovemaking. Lucius was coolly kind in his approach to her, always courteous yet ever distant. Hermione was torn between desire and despair when he made his visits.

Draco's attentions were raw, powerful and made Hermione crave him in ways she did not understand. His punishments were painful, but his rewards for her compliance were exquisite, bringing her to the heights of orgasm, a thing Lucius' cool attention could never do.

She found, over the months, that Draco had been driven quite mad by his father's murder of his mother. At times, he came to Hermione and suckled on her breasts mewling as he ground his tongue against the pebbled surface. When she found out, after three months of their attentions that she was pregnant with Lucius' child, Draco read all the baby books available, excited beyond reason when he found that she would be lactating during her pregnancy. In her eighth month of pregnancy, she found him suckling on her during the night. It both disgusted and aroused her. The Hermione that fought in the war was no longer. She was changed beyond recognition, as the two men became her life. She wanted out, but was now stuck in this gilded hell.

Hermione had lost herself, and her soul was tied to the Malfoys now and forever.