Forsaken Memories

Chapter Eight

Hermione Granger had always been two faced in the eyes of Blaise Zabini. During the war it was proven when she turned her back on Harry Potter, her supposedly best friend. He had always hated her innocent smile, the one she wore when she talked to her teachers and her friends, the one she used at Harry’s house to try to win him back, he hated it. Now he was down in the basement waiting for her to wake up. Now he was the one smiling. Or smirking rather.

“Blaise, Draco and Harry send their consent to take the sleeping charm off of Red over there. Draco said he would be down later for another tormenting session. He’s in the middle of a love fest with Harry right now.” Lakona said before walking up the stairs. She still hadn’t talked to him since he got into the argument with Hermione over his past. She was waiting for him to come to her. Little did she know, she was in for a long wait.

Blaise arched an eyebrow before releasing Ron from the sleeping charm he was under. The red head’s eyes opened up just in time to see Blaise running his finger down Hermione’s cheek, just before the sound of flesh meeting flesh met his ears. He growled and started to struggle a little bit but didn’t say anything.

“Come on Granger, wake up. I’m getting bored. It’s time to see your new home.” Blaise taunted.

“What?” Hermione asked weakly.

“That’s a girl. Open your damn eyes already.” Blaise hissed.

“Zabini, you touch her one more time and I swear-” Ron’s words were cut short by two sets of laughter and footsteps coming down the stairs.

“You’ll what Weasel? Kill him?” Draco asked.

“Hey Harry. Draco.” Blaise greeted.

Harry inclined his head in response before moving to Hermione’s form, bound to a similar looking chair as Ron’s. his face held no emotion, but Draco could only guess what Harry wanted to do to the woman that had been his best friend. He and Blaise only knew that he would enjoy what ever torment came her way.

“Have a nice nap, Granger?” He asked with false sweetness laced into his words.

“Where am I?” She asked him.

The back of Blaise’s hand connected with Hermione’s cheek causing her head to whip to the side. He smirked at her when she looked up to glare at him. “Answer his question.” He said as if it justified his actions.

“Go screw yourself you little piss ant bastard.” She retorted.

Ron’s scream filled the room before Blaise could say anything in response. Three sets of eyes moved to see Draco standing casually beside Ron with a hot iron poker in his hand. Ron’s face was now sporting a long red line of burned flesh. Draco smirked and moved quick as lightning to stand in front of Hermione with the cool end of the poker running up her thigh and under her skirt just slightly. For her part, Hermione sneered at him but didn’t say anything, just dared him to do anything else with her eyes.

“That’s what happens when you disobey any of us mud blood. Just to warn you.” Draco said with amusement laced through his words as he slid the tip past the thin barrier of her underwear.

Hermione’s eyes widened in shock, fear and disbelief all at once before finally narrowing into angry slits as she strained against the ropes holding her down. With no warning, Draco’s face was hit with Hermione’s spit. That was the last straw for Harry. He yanked Hermione’s head back by her hair hard, forcing her to look up at him as he leaned over her.

“Taint his beautiful skin like that one more time, and I’ll personally skin you before hexing you into your next life. Is that .clear. mud blood?” Harry growled out.

“Don’t listen to him ‘Mione! He’s-” Ron’s head snapped to the side as Blaise’s fist connected with his jaw. “You’ll talk only we say you’re allowed to. Is that understood Weasel?” Blaise asked.

Ron only growled and spit blood into Blaise’s shirt.

“Aw. Draco, Harry, the weasel doesn’t want to play nice.” Blaise said with mock disappointment.

Harry smirked. “We’ll have to teach him how to play nice then, won’t we?” He asked.

He smirked and picked up the discarded rod iron from the table and walked up to Ron. A dull thud was heard as metal met flesh. Blaise and Draco only smirked. With another hit to Ron’s chest, the air was forced out of his lungs as well as blood that was forced out of his mouth when he started to cough.

A hard kick to his stomach from Blaise sent Ron flying backwards, along with the chair he was tied to. A punch to the face knocked his head back into the stone floor. Harsh laughter was heard as Blaise and Harry took their time to “teach” Ron how to play nice.

“Stop it! Please just stop!” Hermione chocked out as tears ran down her cheeks. She turned her head to look away, only to have Draco force her head back to watch.

Draco chucked. “Come on guys. Let dear little mud blood see what happens to traitors and back stabbers who refuse to play nice.”

Blaise and Harry shared an evil grin before setting the chair upright. Draco held her head still as she struggled to look away from her bloody, bruised friend and lover. All of Hermione’s tears started falling for a different reason as she felt something cold and sharp trail over her back. Her eyes, filled with fear, met Ron’s before she felt a sting in her skin. She whimpered as the stinging grew into a dull ache. Her body tensed as she was hit with a muttered charm. It was only then that she felt her will slipping away. The last thing she consciously realized was that her bonds were being undone.

“Stand up Granger.” Blaise commanded. He smirked when she obeyed. “Now get over here and get down on your knees in front of me.”

Draco and Harry watched as Ron’s face twisted with anger but he refused to say anything. He could watch as Blaise pulled his hard cock out of his pants and held onto the back of Hermione’s head. Harry smirked when he heard Blaise command Hermione to suck and nudged Draco to get his attention. He nodded over towards Ron when the blonde looked his way. Ron was straining against his ropes and was struggling to keep his mouth closed. Both boys looked Blaise’s way when he cried out Lakona’s name and commanded Hermione to swallow. Blaise then walked over to the red head, whispered something into his ear and knocked him out. He then turned, tied Hermione back up to her chair, nodded to Harry and Draco and headed back up the stairs.

Harry smirked. “This is really kick ass Draco. We should-” Harry’s words were cut short by the sound of their dogs growling carried down the stairs. “What the hell?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” Draco said as he and Harry made their way up the stairs trying to figure out why their dogs were barking and growling. What they saw when they entered the living room shocked Draco to no end.

“Dad?” He asked cautiously.