Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Classes started late now due to the dubious activates in the nighttime. Very few mandatory classes occurred any longer. School study time was little more then the Carrow’s indulgent activities that perused debauchery, torture and pursuit of the Dark Arts.

The younger students found that their behavior was rarely modified or rebuked. The nastiest of deeds became occasions of praise. This behavior created a rather nasty and volatile atmosphere where the marked children were constantly under attack and abuse.

Zabini was frequently seen in the company of the Carrow’s and soon the behavior of the marked children suddenly began to change. Something was noticeably different. Previously rebellious students settled into a complacent and relaxed state and were more open to the assignments given. Whether in Transfiguration or tasks that are more dangerous, the students rose to the occasion with dogged persistence.

Ginny Weasley and Blaise Zabini were the most noticeable. The shock of witnessing their obvious relationship even turned most of the fourth years red with embarrassment and strangely aroused.

Draco noticed that Blaise constantly used his pheromones to keep Ginny in line. Draco would have found it more amusing, if Hermione and he were not likewise affected, if they spent time in Blaise’s vicinity.

Neville and Luna had been secreted in his room most of the time except in class. Luna appeared to be defeated and completely devoted to her Master and Neville was considered champion for the swift turn of his pet. Draco suspected foul play but Hermione kept him too distracted to care.

Hermione slowly recovered and Draco found himself spending more and more time with her. It was becoming hard to remember what his ultimate goals were. Soon Voldemort would expect results. Not to mention Lestrange was constantly harassing him to get his hands on Hermione. That would only happen over Draco’s dead body. Draco knew that thought did not concern Lestrange overly much.

A shock came from an announcement a week later. Voldemort had looked at the number of purebloods left and had gone with his influence in the Ministry of Magic to solve this pressing issue.

Voldemort decided the only way to insure the continuation of purebloods was to pass a marriage law, requiring the mating of purebloods of legal age. Marriages that were formerly in place were separated and then rematched, if they were not a pureblood couple.

Another mandate authorized that a child must be born from those matches within a year if the couples are both fertile. Failure to comply will result in a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Fertility potion consumption was required for all married couples upon joining.

The pureblood witches and wizards outraged by this law took to protesting vehemently in Diagon Alley and outside the Ministry daily. Protested ending very quickly with the appearance of rogue Dementors and Deatheater attendee’s to squash the rebellion.

This did not affect Hogwarts as much since most were too young to be married. The seventh years however were dreading the owl arrivals with the naming of their future spouse.


The morning after the announcement, Draco pushed open Zabini’s door without knocking, and slammed the Daily Prophet down on his desk.

Draco paced and Blaise quirked an eyebrow. Ginny was in the bath and Blaise had enjoyed a very relaxing morning of Battleship with her. Blaise grinned wickedly at the thought before focusing back on his angry friend.

“What utter rubbish!” Draco slammed himself back into the chair across his desk. “Marriage laws? Oh gods, what if I get Pansy or Bulstrode.” Draco shudders slightly and frowns at Blaise who looks supremely unconcerned.

“What if? Who cares, you have your mistress and you pop out some heirs for the Dark Lord.” Blaise shrugged. “Half our parent’s marriages were arranged.”

“Yes I was hoping that with my father being dead and all that wasn’t to be the case.” Draco scowled slightly and he picked up a glass paperweight rolling it in his hands.

“Feeling romantic Malfoy?” Blaise grinned slightly.

“Sod off Zabini.” Draco said calmly dropping the glass ball on the desk so it bounced loudly.

“Speaking of romance, how is the seduction of Ms. Granger’s sensibilities, does she think you are in love with her yet?” Blaise took a sip of pumpkin juice from a decanter.

Draco frowned. “It’s hard to tell with her. Sometimes I think she is responding to me, but then I see her crying in the bathroom. She hates loving me, if anything.”

Blaise nods slightly but his eyes narrow thoughtfully on Draco’s expression. “If I recall, she was a smart girl. She must know that you are just using her. Whoring her up, to make her fall for you. Poor sweet Draco Malfoy, what a terrible burden being a Deatheater is. You’re so terribly misunderstood.”

Draco saw Blaise watching him closely for a reaction and he shrugged and grimaced. “Yeah, the Mudblood is smart but she is easy to trick. Just a solemn expression here or there.”

Blaise smirks slightly. “So, you are not enjoying making a fool out of her?”

Draco sneered at him. “Of course, who wouldn’t enjoy making one of the Golden Trio beg to have you inside her? I just never realized that Granger was such an easy mark.” Draco laughed harshly, his eyes dark with annoyance at Blaise’s questioning.

Draco felt uneasy talking about Hermione with Blaise. Blaise was lazy, but he was loyal to Voldemort, and was not above revealing too much, if Draco confided in him how he really felt.

Blaise grinned slightly at Draco’s words. “Then are you ready to let me borrow her? Might be fun for Ginny. She is such a dirty girl you know.”

Draco pretended to consider the idea. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and shrugged slightly. “Maybe, Hermione is getting a bit dull. Maybe we could trade.”

The sound of someone gasping behind him in the open door. Draco absently recalled that he forgot to shut the door when he walked in. Draco felt his stomach plummet at Blaise’s expression of glee. Draco forced a smirk on his face.

“That wasn’t a House Elf, was it?” Draco remarked dryly, ignoring the pounding in his ears as he rose from his seat.

Blaise shook his head and laughed maliciously.

“You’re a right git, you know that Zabini.” Draco walked out of the room.

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Hermione fled the hallway. She had heard everything. A part of her wondered if Zabini had done it on purpose. To do her a favor. He wanted her to know the truth.

Hermione knew she was plain, but it still hurt immensely, that Draco wanted to end things with her and trade her for Ginny. Foolishly, she had considered him changed. He had been so tender with her lately. Hermione almost felt content.

Upon news of the Marriage Law passing, Hermione felt genuine fear because it would mean that Draco and she would be separated. More then ever before Hermione was becoming dependant on Draco, and it had made her sick.

Hermione ran into the restricted section of the library and she pulled a book off the shelf that she knew would hold the key to her escape. The compulsion was an age limited one.

The compulsion spell was even stronger then the Tri-Wizard Tournament Cup. It was from that memory that Hermione had gotten the idea. If she were beyond the age requirement for school then she would no longer be compelled to be here. She could Apparate beyond the borders with the others. Go back to searching for the last Horocrux. End this once and for all.

Hermione remembered with an aching heart when Fred and George had tried to age themselves to compete. They had laughed half the night over the long beards. Fred and George would know how to work around this; they were wickedly clever in their own right.

The loss of Fred Weasley had been a strong one. Almost as strong as Ron and Harry. Hermione felt dazed. How could she have forgotten their sacrifice? The past week seemed like a haze in retrospect.

Seeing Ginny seemingly happy with Blaise, and Neville and Luna together, made her think this could work. Surviving as a MUDBLOOD in Voldemort’s new world. She felt drugged, displaced, and the scene she just witnessed was like a dose of ice water in her face. Draco Malfoy did not love her. He was going to marry some pureblood and she would end up dead and used up somewhere if she did not escape soon.

Hermione hugged the book to her chest and slid down to the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she thought about how lost she felt. Her heart felt like it was shattering.

When did she start to first care about Draco? She could not even remember anymore. At some point during her sixth year. After Harry cursed him, he looked so pathetic and alone. She had tried to understand why he was such a bastard to them but he defied reason.

Now, after everything, he was still betraying her. Draco was playing her for a fool, exploiting her weakness to make her compliant. Unknowingly Zabini had done her the greatest favor ever. He had given her back her anger.

Hermione wiped the blinding tears from her eyes and grabbed the book that the Twins had raided all those years ago.

Quickly finding the spell she was looking for, she made some mental modifications to the potion. Hermione memorized the ingredients and closed the book with a slap. Hermione rose on her toes and replaced the book on the shelf.

“Hello dear…” Hermione turned to the sudden purring tone behind her, and saw Lestrange standing there menacingly.

Hermione felt a ripple of fear roll through her but she lifted her chin. “Lestrange.”

“Call me Rudolphus.” The tone purred out again and the dark wizard advanced towards her, stalking her backwards until she bumped into the wall between the bookcases.

“The restricted section is off limits to Mudbloods.” He leaned up against the bookcase and watched her with hooded eyes.

“I am picking up a book for Dra… Master.” Hermione amended and she reached across for a random book and clutched it to her chest.

The dark wizard nodded to her words but he slowly advanced on her. “You’ve been crying. Not bad news, is it?”

Hermione clutched the book closer to her chest, thinking about Draco abandoning her and the words spilled forth bitterly. “Predictable news.”

Rudolphus laughed. “You’re funny.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Is there a point to this conversation?”

Rudolphus narrowed his eyes and the humor fell from them, leaving them cold and flat.

“Yes, Mudblood there is. Enjoy your time with Draco well. It may be the last happiness that you will experience in a long time.”

Hermione shuddered at that thought. Rudolphus looked pleased and he smiled. “I would enjoy having you when he is finished. I would enjoy taking care of a feisty, clever mudblood like you. Will you consider me?”

The curious tone of asking permission distracted Hermione who looked puzzled at his phrasing.
Hermione felt a sob escape her as she considered that Draco had recently talked about getting rid of her to Lestrange. The thought of him offering her to this dark wizard made her sharp with pain.

Lestrange narrowed his eyes at the awareness in her eyes. “Ah, it’s what I expected. Draco told you then?”

Hermione felt a churning in her gut. “No, but I overheard.”

Hermione considered the dark wizard for a long moment. Black hair fell to his chin, curled up to a handsome but hardened face with dark eyes. Olive skin, broad shoulders and lean toned muscle eased into black leather pants and a black Deatheater Robe. Tattoos ran rampant over his tanned flesh and it gave him a predatory and hungry look to his features. He looked dangerous and slightly ravaged by Azkaban, almost similar to Sirius Black.

The dark wizard moved closer to her and sniffed her hair. “Such a pretty little girl. I could be nice to you. Like he is.” Lestrange’s hand lowered and he cupped her bottom.

“I killed your wife!” Hermione shook slightly, slightly repulsed by the idea of his attraction to her.

“Yes, therefore, I think you owe me a new companion. Besides, Death is an occupational hazard among our kind. Also, Bella was crazy. She loved the Dark Lord, not me.” Rudolphus laughed slightly and he pressed his erection against her, hard.

“Draco would be furious if he saw you here, doing this.” Hermione whispered as she squirmed against his erection.

Hermione pushed against him hard but he still leaned down to press his mouth to the top of her breasts, his tongue darting out to lick her flesh.

‘Are you so sure about that?” he replied silkily.

Hermione whimpered from the touch of his tongue, and the book fell from her hands, as she tried to press on his chest. Hermione tried pushing him back, but he was just so much stronger then her. Hermione thought about Draco’s words earlier and she felt tears trickling down her face at his cruel words.

“I don’t know…” Hermione sobbed finally, and Lestrange swooped like the vulture he was and captured her mouth in a kiss. His tongue should have repulsed her, instead she felt aroused and it made the objective part of her mind, question it.

What could give her this reaction? A small part of her fantasizing it was revenge against Draco but the logic argued it was it something more reasonable, like a drug.

Hermione eyes snapped open.

Hermione was certain now that the House Elves were putting something in the food and water. Something to make them less resistant to the advances of the wizards and now she was trapped with this dark repellant wizard but she could not think straight. Since the only person that had been taking advantage of her was Draco, she had not bothered to counter it. Now, she wished she had.

Hermione recalled seeing Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley acting out of character. Not obviously drugged but relaxed and doing public acts that would never have been in character before. She was such a fool.

Hermione had let Draco put her in this state of mind, the accepting point where she did not bother trying to rescue them anymore or rebel against the subtle changes in the captured students. She hated Draco suddenly. Hated him more then anyone in her life. Silent tears slid down her face as she thought of him.

Lestrange ran his hands over her body and pressed her further into the wall. His mouth devouring her own, unaware of her wildly erratic thoughts.

“Yes, you’re such a good little cat.” Rudolphus whispered against her lips and he cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples until they were hard.

Hermione wanted to scream with frustration, at the erotic feelings this action was unfairly evoking. Suddenly she saw something that made her freeze.

Draco.

Draco watched Hermione with Lestrange and it made him sick to his stomach. She looked strange, almost feverish but she was not fighting Lestrange at all.

Hermione had overheard what he said about her and she was moving on to greener pastures. NO, that did not make sense, but he would look stupid if he interfered now. You cannot rescue someone from something that they want.

Draco was watching Lestrange snog her senseless.

Hermione observed Draco expression move from rage to anger to possessiveness to coldness.
Hermione realized her arms were intertwined around the dark wizard’s neck and it looked like she was enjoying herself immensely, while crying. RIGHT.

Draco turned on his heel and started to back away. Hermione wondered if he was going to abandon her here and now, rather then later to Blaise. Now tears leaked steadily off her face as she watched Draco walk away.

Lestrange not realizing that Draco was there, began to purr loudly at the sight of her pain.

“Oh yes, I do like it when you cry poppet…”

Draco paused overhearing his words and it set him into motion.

Draco withdrew his wand and he threw a hex directly at Lestrange’s back. “Crucio, you son of a whore.” The hex hit Lestrange and he dropped Hermione from his arms and fell to the floor.. The depth of Draco’s rage infused the spell and Lestrange howled and rolled in agony.

Hermione suddenly unfroze and rushed to Draco. “Draco don’t… You’ll get yourself killed.”

Hermione hugged his arm and Draco ceased, his face chalk white with anger. “Your lucky my pet, has a soft spot for you, you filthy bastard.”
Draco shrugged Hermione off.

Lestrange laughed as if that was the funniest thing he had ever heard. “Lucky me…”

Hermione heard Draco’s hurtful words and she fled back to their room.

Other Deatheater were coming out to see what the screaming had been about. Draco walked away from Lestrange in disgust, pocketing his wand. This was not finished with them, not by a long shot but it would have to sit for now. Draco heading for the room, knowing that had to be where Hermione had fled. It was the only safe place in the castle for her. Except from him, that was.


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Hermione slammed the door to the room, her heart pounding suddenly. Draco was furious with her. But why? He wanted to give her to Lestrange anyway.

Hermione choked suddenly at the lethargic feelings that she felt every time she thought about escaping. Her mind refused to work normally. The damned drug. Hermione needed to get into the potion stores. She needed to have gone yesterday.

Hermione looked through the cabinet in the bathroom, checking to see the school offered supplies. Her thoughts rolled through her head as she searched for an antidote to clear her head.

Hermione felt hysterical now, it was becoming clear she was hopelessly in love with someone who hated her.

Hermione dug through Draco’s bag and jumped as she heard the door to the room slam open and then close again. Hermione lifted her head, trembling as she heard steps carefully making their way towards the bathroom.

Draco had made his way back to the room slowly. Pain rushed through him as he replayed the scene in his mind. Hermione had been kissing Lestrange while he fondled her in the damned library.

Lestrange had probably forced her to do it, but she had responded to the monster. Draco felt like breaking every bone in his face. Hatred roiled through him as he thought of that bastard, touching Hermione.

He opened the door to the room and slammed it shut. Hermione was in the bathroom. The light was on and the door was half-open. Draco ran a hand through his hair and exhaled heavily before pushing open the door.

Hermione backed away from him until her back hit the wall and Draco felt all his breath rush out suddenly as he realized she thought he was going to doing something violent to her.

His potions bag was open on the floor and he kicked it to the side. Draco stared grimly at her, coldness replacing the hurt he felt at seeing her with Lestrange.

“Is he the one you….” Draco started.

“You don’t want me…?” Hermione said at the same time.

Draco stared at her remembering she overheard what he had said to Blaise. Hermione looked like she was going to be sick, and the hurt had turned her face to stone. Gods, she was so obvious.

Stupid Gryffindor, with all their honesty and truthfulness.

Hermione turned away from him, staring at the floor. Why did he have to be so bloody beautiful all the time? Even now, when she could see rage blanketed in his silver eyes and something worse… betrayal. Except that, betrayal of a possession was not like the betrayal of a loved one. Hermione did not pity him.

“I’m sorry I am boring you Draco. I did not ask to become your bloody slave, if you recall. If you want to give me to someone else then… I haven’t a choice about it.”

Hermione’s arms came up and she hugged herself. “You’re so beautiful you could have anyone and now you probably will have a wife soon. I am not a pureblood Draco. Obviously I will be discarded.”

Draco’s eyes widened at Hermione’s words. She thought he was beautiful and she was right, that he would marry and she would not be his wife.

Lestrange was sterile; he could offer a lifetime of security, the sick fuck. NO, NO… He was not giving her to that bastard.

Draco’s hands became fists and Hermione rushed on, still staring at the ground.

“I know I am plain and if you want to have Ginny instead of me…” Hermione’s voice cracked as she felt a sob escape.

“I won’t fault you… but please, please Draco, do not give me to that evil man. Anything but that… I am sorry I ever called you Ferret… I will do whatever you say. Just do not abandon me to him. I am begging you. I am clever; I can write all your homework. Whatever you want…”

Draco heard all of her self-deprecating words and he felt the sudden depth of her low self-esteem. It touched something deep inside him to realize she was just like him in that way. Always doubting.

Did she think she had nothing to offer him?

Draco may be beautiful, but Hermione was bloody brilliant, sexy, stubborn, rebellious, and undying loyal. In addition, she had his love. Draco realized at that moment that this girl had his love.

He wanted her to himself forever.

Draco swallowed hard, and could not speak for a moment.

Hermione misinterpreting his silence, sobbed, as Draco’s stone cold face did not even indicate he had heard her. She felt sick as she turned to face him. She knew she looked terrible, but she could not risk Draco giving her up.

“I know what it seemed like Draco, but please don’t think I want Lestrange. I think we are being drugged. I feel so lost here. Do not give me up. I will try to be more exciting. I will give you whatever you want. Here take me.”

Hermione loosened the stays in her corset and she fell to her knees at his feet. “Please, just don’t give me to him…”

Hermione’s words were killing him.

Draco realized numbly what she was doing. He felt his eyes growing wet; humbled by this clever girl offering him, the worthless Draco Malfoy, whatever he wanted.

“I want…'' Draco swallowed hard as Hermione’s tear stained face turned up to him.

His objective suddenly flashed in his mind as he felt Voldemort invading his thoughts. Draco tried to throw up barriers but he was weak with emotion and he failed. Draco knew he had to say it now.

“I want you to pledge yourself to Voldemort. I want you to become a Death Eater with me.”

The words fell out of his mouth and Hermione turned chalk white in disbelief as his words hung in the air.

“Otherwise…I will give you to Lestrange.”

Draco could feel someone screaming at him from inside his mind. Watching Hermione shrivel at his ultimatum, made him want to quite simply die.

Hermione shook as Draco stared down at her coldly. Hermione felt like curling up inside herself as she looked at his expression.

Draco wept inside as something bright and shiny behind Hermione’s beautiful eyes faded leaving a dull and defeated girl in her stead.

“I need time to decide. Give me twenty four hours.”

Draco nodded and he could feel Voldemort slippery touch fall away from the scene.

Voldemort would be pleased. His task was almost finished.

Hermione was in his grasp. Yet, Draco had never wished for suicide more in his entire life.

“Tomorrow night, I will know your answer.” Draco said numbly and he exited and left her alone in the room.



TBC – Wow this felt long to write. Sorry about the wait.



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