The Subjugation of Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with violence, course language, nudity and sexual content. reader discretion is advised.


Hermione came bounding into the Great Hall, her book bag dangling off her right shoulder and several books clutched to her chest. Her face was flushed and she was smiling widely, excitedly. Her smile faltered slightly when she noticed Harry and Ron sitting together and slowed her pace. She looked around nervously at the long table and sat beside Ginny. The youngest Weasley gave her a sad smile.

\"Still not talking to Ron and Harry?\" she asked rhetorically.

\"No,\" Hermione answered. \"And I\'m not sure if I want to either. Ron has been acting obnoxious and rude…\"

\"When is he ever not obnoxious and rude?\" Ginny asked with a laugh. Dean snorted, but managed to keep his juice inside his mouth at his girlfriend\'s outburst. She gave him a scathing look and turned away from him with a disgruntled sniff. Dean put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a squeeze, which she melted into. A hungry gleam blazed in her eyes as she turned to look at the dark skinned teen. Ginny gave Dean a wink before turning back to Hermione.

\"Well, he\'s alright,\" Hermione defended quietly. \"But Harry is just plain impossible. He\'s just angry with me and you know how he is. He won\'t talk to you if he\'s angry. I almost wish he would start screaming at me, us, like he did when he finally got to Grimmauld Place last year.\" Ginny nodded solemnly.

\"What\'s he angry for?\" Ginny asked conspiratorially. Hermione looked down at her hands and blushed. Ginny\'s eyes went wide and she leaned forward. \"You had sex with him didn\'t you?\" she squealed quietly. \"Oh, I have to know the details. Spill girl!\"

Hermione looked around wildly. \"Not here, Ginny,\" she hissed.

\"I knew you wouldn\'t be able to hold it in forever,\" Ginny giggled.

\"What do you mean?\" Hermione asked timidly.

Ginny grinned mischievously. \"Not here, Hermione,\" Ginny parroted.

Hermione groaned. \"Okay, how about we meet in the library after last class. We can talk then. Okay?\" Ginny nodded enthusiastically.

Dean propped his chin on Ginny\'s shoulder and pulled her back against him. \"And what would you two be talking about later tonight then?\"

Ginny twined her fingers with his resting on her belly and turned her face to kiss him lightly. \"Now, never you mind,\" she scolded him with a smile. \"It\'s girl talk.\" She gave Hermione a wink, causing the bushy haired witch to blush lightly.

\"Oy, Hermione,\" Ron called out.

Hermione flinched with a start, letting a small gasp whoosh from her lungs. She turned to face the voice, a tentative smile breaking her fright. Her face fell when she noticed the large crowd behind her. \"Yes?\" she inquired timidly. Her eyes went to Harry\'s.

\"Uhhh,\" Harry stammered.

Ron shuffled his feet.

\"Harry says you’re in charge of setting up a time to meet for the DA meetings,\" Ernie said. \"We were just wondering if we were going to have one soon. I can\'t speak eve everyone, but I\'m itching to get back into it. It was great fun and we learned tons.\"

Hermione looked back to Harry with wide eyes. \"Are you going to teach us some new things Harry? Some new curses?\" She cringed slightly at her choice of words and watched Harry frown in distaste. He didn\'t look into her eyes, instead finding the floor at his feet to be most fascinating, but he nodded. Hermione sighed heavily. \"Well, I have kept track of when everyone has been having Quidditch practice and the different clubs going on.\" She flipped through her agenda, the occasional \'if you crossed your t\'s and dotted your i\'s \' sang out, until she found an empty page. \"How about next Tuesday? It seems to be free. Harry you still have that galleon right? Well just set the date and we\'ll…. Oh! We need to ask for permission. Professor Dumbledore will probably allow us to use the Room of Requirement again, but since the meetings aren\'t really a secret anymore we don\'t have to be so sneaky.”

The other students murmured their agreement. \"So what does that mean?\" Justin asked. \"Are we still going to meet on Tuesday?\"

\"Most likely,\" Hermione answered. \"I\'ll talk to Professor McGonagall today and ask her about it. I don\'t see any reason why we couldn\'t. At any rate, Harry will use the coin to let you all know when the meeting will take place precisely.\"

Hermione looked at Harry again as the crowd began to disperse. He and Ron seemed to loiter near her and she wondered apprehensively, yet hopefully, that maybe they wanted to talk to her. \"Harry, do you think you and Ron would be able to talk to Professor McGonagall with me? It would be proper for you to be there too since you are going to be leading the meeting after all. We can talk to her in Transfiguration.\"

Ron nodded and looked to Harry for his confirmation. Harry nodded also, but slower, his eyes finally locking with Hermione\'s. With his brow furrowed, Harry tried to quell the emotion that surged through him. Anger, sadness, guilt. It had been so hard these last few weeks, even months, that Harry wasn\'t sure how to bring himself to say anything to the girl. Was the rift between them now too great to breach? Yet, she still tried to defend him in class, and she was trying to defer to him about the DA meeting. Even the realization that she had come to him for her first sexual encounter. Thinking like that was enough to make him want to try to reconcile.

\"Um, okay, yeah. That sounds good,\" Harry finally managed to say.

Hermione looked away, her face flushing slightly. The colour instantly disappeared. She shot a quick glance at Harry and Ron then back down to the doors of the Great Hall. Swiftly, she gathered her books and bag and stood. \"I\'ll, um, see you two in class. If you\'ll excuse me…\" Without waiting for a reply from the two boys, Hermione dashed from the hall.


Hermione cursed under her breath. She had hoped to catch Draco Malfoy as he left the Great Hall after lunch, try to catch him alone, but it was then that Harry and Ron had shown up. They had shown up with about a dozen people behind them. She had to admit, a DA meeting sounded like a good idea. It was like their own little club. A club that had fallen to the wayside of late. Hermione cast her eyes to the floor as she walked along the corridor. Weaving around the other students flowing along the hallways heading to their classes, Hermione was lost in her thoughts. \"Boys were stubborn and didn\'t like to admit that they were wrong. Maybe this is their way of trying to sort things out,\" she mused ruefully. \"They sure chose an inopportune time to approach me.\"

She opened one of her books and read as she walked. It was a nifty little skill, to be able to read while walking. It was like she had a sixth sense about where corners or stairs or even other people were. Only once had she ever bumped into anything while reading and walking. The only reason she had fallen was because a certain someone had deliberately tripped her. Draco Malfoy, back in third year had stuck his foot out in class as she came in causing the young girl to fall to the floor, all her belongings scattering across the ground. The sound of his laughter, and the comments made by his other Slytherin cronies had very nearly brought tears to her eyes. If Harry and Ron hadn\'t begun to shout angrily, causing a ruckus and drawing attention from Professor Snape, she was sure there would have been an all out war. She smiled sadly at the memory.

Sweeping past a tapestry, Hermione didn\'t notice it billow aside until a long pale hand snaked out and wrapped around her mouth. The cool hand muffled her shriek of surprise and fright before her lips were covered by her abductor.

\"Malfoy!\" Hermione spat as she managed to pull away. \"What do you think you\'re doing? We have class in less than five…\"

\"Imperio,\" Draco interrupted and Hermione felt her control wilt away. Draco smiled and ran his fingers through Hermione\'s untamed hair. He stepped close to her and flicked his tongue over her ear as he grabbed her tits and squeezed. \"On your knees Granger and suck me off. Be quick about it too. We have class in less than five minutes.\" He laughed lightly as he mocked her halted outburst.

Hermione sank to her knees and quickly, with deft fingers, unbuckled the Slytherin\'s pants. His cock sprang free as she pulled him out of his boxers and instantly took him into her warm mouth. Draco moaned in pleasure. He was surprised how good at cock sucking she was and wondered briefly, but angrily, on whom she had practised on. \"Must have been Weasel,\" he thought as Hermione\'s tongue swirled around the head of his cock as she bobbed on him. Thoughts left his head when he felt her little fingers cup his balls and squeeze lightly. The tightness intensified and, wrapping his fingers in her hair, he held the girl still as he began to fuck her face. He felt the back of her throat and attempted to push further in, but when he saw the panic in her eyes, backed off. \"Mustn\'t kill her now,\" he laughed inwardly. \"This is too good to end.\"

Hermione sucked hard and feeling the sudden contraction of Draco\'s balls, pulled back until just the head of his cock rested in her mouth. Her tongue laved the slit and tasted the light salty precum before his heavy seed burst out and filled her mouth. She drank him down, still sucking gently.

Draco pushed her away and straightened his clothes. He eyed the girl on her knees. She stared straight ahead, not really gazing at anything. Draco scowled and flicked his wrist. With the curse finished he watched as Hermione gasped for air and then doubled over as the nausea took effect. Draco smiled even as he stepped forward and pulled her hair from her face. The smile grew as he saw the pale complexion of the girl.

Hermione turned her angry, but exhausted eyes up to him. \"We\'re going to be late,\" she gasped.

\"Scourgify,\" Draco intoned and the vomit disappeared. He helped her stand and brushed her robes down, making sure his fingers pinched her nipples through her clothes and slid over her pussy. That’s why I only had you suck me, Granger,\" Draco drawled with satisfaction. He leaned in close, his lips so close to hers. \"I would have enjoyed fucking you up the ass, but that will have to wait.\"

\"How about tonight then,\" Hermione said in a whisper. \"Meet me in the girl\'s loo on the second floor at nine.\"

\"The girl\'s loo?\" Draco asked in bewilderment. \"Are you barking mad girl?\"

\"No one ever goes in there.\"

\"Why not?\"

\"It\'s, um, broken.\"

Draco shook his head in disbelief. \"Don’t they ever fix it?\"

Hermione stomped her . \". \"Will you be there or not? I can always find something else to do.\" She looked at her watch and opened her eyes wide in panic. \"We\'re going to be late!\" peeking out from behind the tapestry, Hermione breathed in relief at not seeing anyone. She stepped out and began walking swiftly towards the classes, Draco on her heels.

Draco grabbed her arm as they reached the doors to Potion\'s class. \"I\'ll be there.\"

Hermione looked up at him and nodded her head in acknowledgement. \"Good.\"

With his hand on the doorknob, Draco turned one last time in her direction and sneered. \"Oh Granger,\" he said with an indifferent wave of his hand. \"Do something about that breath of yours. It\'s dreadful.\" With that he pulled the door open and strode in with a sly grin, an indignant Hermione frozen behind him.

Hermione was very glad when the last class finally ended. It wasn\'t that the day had been very stressful academically, but emotionally it was very taxing. She was worried that Harry and Ron wouldn\'t stay to talk to Professor McGonagall with her now that they had time to think about things. She hoped that they would keep their word though. It was a little off putting to know that they were back on good terms and she was still left sidelined so to speak.

Ginny awaited her also. How the female Weasley knew she had slept with Harry was a mystery. It was doubtful Ron would have told her. Did Harry? She frowned at the thought, and pushed it angrily from her mind. She would find out soon enough she supposed.

Then there was Draco Malfoy. He caused so many different emotions that it was all a jumble. She didn\'t like him. He was a nasty rotten blighter who got off on hurting and humiliating others. It was amazing to her how someone could be so cruel. Then there was a part of her that was excited about the prospect of seeing him again. Nasty he may be, but it was also thrilling to know he was going to make her body sing. She could feel her stomach begin to tingle with anticipation. It would also be a good time to try out some of the theories she had been researching in the library. Just because she was going to have sex, didn\'t mean that she couldn\'t learn something too.

As everyone shuffled out of the Transfiguration classroom, Hermione slowly gathered up her books. Out of the corner of her eye she spied Harry and Ron doing the same. A smile crossed her face at the realization that the two boys were going to be here also.

When the other students were gone, Hermione looked over her shoulder and nodded her head at Harry and Ron to step forward with her. They moved to the teacher\'s desk and Hermione cleared her throat to get Professor McGonagall\'s attention. \"Professor,\" she began.

\"Yes Miss Granger,\" Professor McGonagall replied thinly as she looked up from the parchments on her desk. \"How may I help you?\"

\"We were hoping to start the DA meetings again. Many of the other students have expressed an interest in continuing our practicing from last year, but what with Umbridge no longer here to try to stop us, we thought it best to ask permission first.\"

Professor McGonagall looked from Hermione, to Ron, and finally to Harry. \"Mister Potter. You wish to lead some more classes do you?\"

Harry fought down the embarrassment he felt. \"Um, well, not really lead so much as practice with. It\'s really a combined effort.\"

\"Oh come off it Harry,\" Ron exclaimed. \"You taught us all sorts of things last year.\" Ron looked to the teacher. \"He\'s just being modest Professor McGonagall. Harry\'s really a great teacher.\"

Professor McGonagall\'s lips twitched, the start of a smile that she suppressed with difficulty. \"How about a demonstration then Mister Potter. Show me exactly what you can do and I\'ll let the DA meetings go on.\" The old teacher stood up from behind her desk and moved around to the front. With a flick of her wand, the desks spread out leaving a path for the duel to take place.

Harry looked up at the witch, stunned. \"I can\'t duel you Professor. I mean, last year, you were hurt.\"

\"Over confident are we Mister Potter,\" Professor McGonagall said with amusement. \"Or are you just afraid an old woman will beat you?\" Ron snorted at the comment and Hermione giggled. They looked at each other and smiled awkwardly. Ron gave Hermione a wink.

Harry shook his head ruefully. \"I\'m not afraid of that Professor. I just don\'t want you to get hurt in case I get lucky enough to get a spell through.\"

Professor McGonagall nodded her head sarcastically and then waved Harry to the other side of the room with a wrinkled hand. Harry sighed and trudged away. \"You two, back up. We wouldn\'t want a stray bit of magic inadvertently striking either of you.\"

As Harry turned to look back at his teacher, he pulled his wand from his pocket. The old witch already had hers in her hand and gave Harry a brief nod. Harry bowed to her. \"Miss Granger, if you would be so kind as to count us down.\"

Hermione smiled excitedly at her teacher and raised her hand over her head. \"Three. Two. One. Go!\" she cried as she swung her hand down.

Harry flicked his wand and yelled \"Protego,\" as he felt his scar come to life. The buzzing kept him alert and ready and as the disarming spell Professor McGonagall sent racing to him bounced off his magic shield Harry waved his wand and let loose a stream of spells. \"Silencio. Conturbo. Accio wand.\" McGonagall\'s eyes flew open as she tried to deflect Harry\'s attacks. The old witch managed to send the silencing charm off to the right and partially block the confusion spell. She shook her head to clear it from the sense of vertigo that overwhelmed her but it wasn\'t enough to allow her to hold onto her wand. The thin piece of wood flew from her hand and snapped into Harry\'s. He smiled brightly.

Hermione and Ron scrambled to the teacher\'s side to help steady her from her dizziness as Harry stepped closer. \"Excellent, Mister Potter,\" Professor McGonagall said in a thin voice. \"Three spells at once. I\'m quite impressed.\"

\"Thank you Professor,\" Harry replied quietly, a slight blush to his cheeks. \"Um, here\'s your wand back. And yours too Ron. Hermione.\"

\"What?\" Hermione exclaimed. She put her hands to her pockets and patted them down only to find nothing. She smiled widely at Harry. \"Wow.\"

\"What do you say Ron?\" Harry asked with a big grin. \"Are you impressed too?\"

Ron smiled brightly and nodded his head. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. His smile vanished and was replaced by shock. His mouth opened and moved again, trying to speak but there was again no sound.

Professor McGonagall laughed. \"My apologies Mister Weasley. It appears that while I deflected the silencing spell away from myself, you were caught with the ricochet.\" The old witch intoned the counter spell for the silencing charm.

\"Bloody hell,\" Ron breathed. \"That was wicked Harry.\"

\"Mister Weasley, language.\" Professor McGonagall scolded. She then turned back to Harry. \"Five points to Gryffindor for that display Mister Potter. You have certainly proven yourself quite adept at duelling. You have my permission to begin the DA meetings again. If you don\'t mind, I would like to visit sometime. I\'m sure Professor Weasley would be interested in seeing what you are up to as well.\"

Hermione clapped her hands excitedly. \"Of course Professor. It would be an honour. If you like, we plan on meeting this coming Tuesday at eight.\"

The three students left the classroom and stopped outside the door. Ron looked from Harry to Hermione, both were looking at the floor. He gave an exasperated sigh and put a hand on each of their shoulders. \"Hermione, Harry and I would like to…\"

\"Well, well, well,\" the blonde teen hissed. \"If it isn\'t the Gryffindor triad.\" Crabbe and Goyle snickered behind him.

\"And look,\" Harry retorted coldly, \"It\'s Slytherin\'s three stooges.\" Hermione fought down the giggle that wanted to pour from her mouth. Harry looked her way and smiled slightly. They shared a brief look, as the joke didn\'t register with anyone else.

\"What do you want Malfoy?\" Ron challenged. His fingers curled around his wand deep within his pocket.

Draco glanced coolly at the boys before his gaze drifted to Hermione. \"Oh just passing the time Weasel. Just passing the time until later tonight.\"

\"What\'s happening tonight?\" Harry asked suspiciously.

With his eyes still locked with Hermione\'s, Draco smirked lightly, his lip curling up. \"A private lesson Potter. I\'m going to teach someone their proper place at Hogwarts.\" Hermione opened her eyes wide at the veiled reference.

\"Sod off Malfoy!\" Ron said angrily, his voice a growl in the hallway. He stepped in front of Hermione blocking Draco\'s gaze on the girl.

The Slytherin narrowed his eyes in anger for a moment before he took a step back and smiled brightly. \"Well, I guess we\'re not wanted here.\" He looked over his shoulder at his companions and nodded his head for them to move on. Draco turned back to Ron and scowled. He looked towards Harry with disdain before finally locking eyes with Hermione once again. \"I must go prepare for tonight. I believe it\'s going to be a wonderful evening. Goodnight gentlemen, mudblood.\"

A rumbling growl began in Ron\'s throat. Harry put his hand on Ron\'s shoulder and gripped tightly. \"Let him go. He\'s not worth it.\" Ron spun around and looked at Harry incredulously. When Harry motioned to Hermione, Ron nodded in understanding. They both turned to the girl whose face was a soft shade of red. Harry shook his head in anger at the way Draco was able to cause such rage. He stepped closer to the witch. \"Hermione,\" he said quietly. \"Hermione, we need to talk.\"

Hermione looked up quickly and her face flushed even more. Harry\'s words broke her out of her daze. Draco\'s words were threatening, but an excitement bubbled in her belly at the meaning. What did he have in mind for her?

Harry\'s eyes bore into her and she looked down. \"I… I need to go. I don\'t have time… I\'m sorry, but I can\'t talk right now,\" she stuttered as she began to dash down the corridor. \"I\'m sorry.\"

Hermione hated leaving Harry and Ron behind. It seemed that they were trying to clear the air between them. It seemed that they wanted to be friends again, but she couldn\'t talk. Draco\'s comments still whirled in her mind and every time she tried to capture them, the words shot down her body and coalesced between her legs. What did he have planned for tonight? What was he going to do to her? It was all too much to handle.

She gave a little whimper and headed to the library. She didn\'t want to talk to anyone, but she also needed to know what Ginny knew about this whole thing. Maybe she could talk to her about these feelings she had in her head. Hermione hated to admit it, but Ginny knew more about sex then she did. Or at least it seemed like she did. The younger girl was always going on about Dean. What Hermione needed now was some good advice and the only girl she knew that she could trust was the flaming haired Weasley.