Ultimatum

A/N: Some questions answered, some more questions questioned. I hope you all are still enjoying my little fic, it will be done in a couple more chapters.

Chapter 11
Prince Charming

Ginny was worried again. Hermione had not been at breakfast, as she had been every day for the last month. This was the first time that she had missed a meal in that long. Ginny was hoping that nothing bad happened during the night to Hermione, and hoped that she was still safe and had not done anything to hurt herself.

When Ginny got closer to her best friend’s bedroom door, she heard moans. Ginny was confused at first, thinking that Hermione was masturbating, but then heard a male moan and Hermione gasp out ‘Draco.’

Ginny smiled a huge smile. That must mean that Draco was back. Of course, why else would Hermione miss a meal as she hadn’t in a month. Curious, Ginny walked to the bedroom door to see if she was right in her assumption. At least, that would be her excuse, really she wanted to see what sex was like between her best friend and Draco Malfoy.

Ginny found that the door was cracked open a bit and when she looked in the room she assumed that the house elf that had brought Draco and Hermione breakfast had not closed the door all the way. Ginny’s mouth gaped open when she looked to the bed, it was one of the most erotic images that she had ever seen.

Draco was kneeling on the bed, his feet under his ass, his hands were on Hermione’s hips, who was straddling Draco widely, her feet on the bed and moving up and down on his cock. Draco’s lips were wrapped around one of Hermione’s nipples. Hermione’s hands were in Draco’s hair as her lips smoothed over his forehead. They were moving together so beautifully, Hermione moaning indecipherable words and Draco groaning against Hermione’s large breasts.

Ginny let out a small moan that went unnoticed by the couple and pressed her legs together. She had never seen anything like this before, they looked so happy to be in that embrace together, Ginny had never done anything that way before, though. Blaise had always been on top, even since his nice streak had started, he still wanted to be the one in charge of their pleasure. Draco seemed to be having quite a great time, Ginny noticed. She wondered if Blaise would.

Hermione moaned loudly and began shaking against Draco, Ginny assuming that she had reached a peak of pleasure. Draco flipped Hermione on her back, pushing her up against the pillows and thrusting harder than Hermione had. “You still taste like strawberry jam,” he said in an aroused voice, thrusting leisurely into the witch beneath him. Hermione was moaning and grabbing his hair, bringing his lips to hers as he kissed her passionately. They made love, their bodies moving together almost perfectly and soon Hermione came again, Draco following only a few thrusts later. Ginny noticed that Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head as Draco came, like the feeling of being filled with cum was one of the best feelings in the world.

Ginny walked away when they started kissing and touching slowly again. She knew that Hermione was all right, that it was only because Draco was back that she had not been at breakfast. Ginny nearly ran back to her own room to find Blaise, the degree of her horniness so much more than usual because of the act that she had witnessed. She stalked slowly into the room that she shared with her husband and saw that he was lying down reading.

Ginny made sure to be quiet, moving over to the bed and then quickly unbuttoning Blaise’s pants. He put his book down and looked at her. “What are you doing back already?” he asked.

Ginny pulled his pants down a little more to reveal his cock that was already starting to harden. “Draco’s back,” Ginny said with a slight moan. She leaned down and swiped her tongue across the head of Blaise’s cock, making it twitch.

Blaise looked at her. “So Draco is back, and you’re horny?” he asked with a slight gasp as she licked him again.

“I saw them,” Ginny said. “I watched them together, they were so fucking beautiful, it made me so fucking horny.”

Blaise smiled. He had done the same once upon a time. There was just something about watching those two that made someone want to fuck the nearest living human. Blaise pulled Ginny up to kiss him and flipped them over, vanishing their clothes in the process. He slid into her already slick pussy and began thrusting a savage rhythm. Ginny groaned out load, wishing he’d bite her or fuck her harder, pinch her, do something harsher so that she could come. He grabbed her hair in his hands and pulled it as he fucked her harder and faster.

Ginny screamed as she came, sweating and shaking as she convulsed around Blaise’s cock which soon began emptying his seed into her body. They both collapsed, breathing heavily and sweating. “Oh,” Ginny sighed softly. “That was nice.”

Blaise laughed slightly as they wrapped each other in their arms and drifted slowly off to sleep.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

For Hermione and Draco, the day went by quickly, Draco woke her up in the morning, smothering her breasts in strawberry jam, then licking it slowly off until she had to jump him and they made love.

Nearly all day, Draco was either inside her, caressing her, eating his breakfast off of her, or kissing her stomach and asking what they should name the child if it was a girl or a boy. Finally, by the time dinner came around, Draco suggested that they needed to shower and go to dinner, because he had to be at the meeting afterwards. Hermione complied sadly, happy though that they had been able to spend all day in bed, enjoying the taste and feel of each other’s bodies again. After Draco took her hard and fast against the wall of the shower, much like the first night that she came to live in this room, they went down to dinner.

Ginny was there already, smiling as she saw Hermione enter with Draco. Draco gave Hermione a hard kiss before going over to the men’s table. Hermione smiled at the smiling Ginny and went over to the women’s table. Parvati and Padma looked a lot better than they had two months ago, obviously Crabbe and Goyle were treating them at least a little better than they had been in the beginning. Susan, on the other hand, still looked horrible, like she wouldn’t be able to last another day in this house. Hermione felt the most sorry for Susan, knowing that Nott was the only one that would not listen to Draco’s teachings.

Dinner was fantastic, the meeting boring, and when Hermione went back to her room with Draco, they shagged each other into exhaustion before finally falling asleep in the dark hours of the night.

Hermione woke up a few hours later, it still being rather dark outside. She looked over to Draco who was still sleeping, and then she looked up at the mirror above her head. She looked at herself. She was happy, of course, that Draco was back, but how was she going to tell him about her being raped. She hadn’t been able to mention it all day and she knew he was still too happy. She didn’t want to hurt that mood by telling him about something that had happened a month ago and didn’t even really matter any more.

Her mind wouldn’t quit and finally, restless as she was, she decided to get up and take a walk. Hermione was on the floor above where her bedroom was when she suddenly heard a loud voice behind her. “Stop where you are!” the voice yelled at her. “Put your hands in the air, I am armed!”

Hermione, unarmed and in nothing but a slip, put her arms above her head. “Now turn around, slowly.”

Hermione turned, her eyes closed, a tear slipping down her cheek, hoping it wasn’t the same man that had taken advantage of her the month before. It was when she heard his shaky voice utter her name as a question that she looked up at him. “Hermione?” he asked again. “Is it really you?”

Hermione’s eyes saw only a figure cloaked in shadow but through the darkness, only his eyes shone—they were bright green.

“Harry?” Hermione asked in absolute disbelief. She had seen ghosts before, they were prevalent in the wizarding world, but she could tell by the way that she could not see through him as he walked into the light that he was no ghost. “Harry?...but…you’re dead!”

Harry looked at her a bit puzzled at first and then shook his head and laughed. “No, I’m not.”

“But that’s what they said, they said that you died in your cell, that they starved you to death.”

Harry cringed, but then relaxed. “Hermione, it’s confusing how it all happened.”

“So unconfuse me!” she said. “You’re supposed to be dead and yet you’re standing here in front of me.”

“All right, first off, you know when we were supposed to take over the Death Eater post? It was the three of us, you, me and Ron, who went in. I had figured out a way, so that in case of an emergency, or an ambush, I would have a way to get us out and put another in my place, because I was too important to lose in an ambush,” Harry said, slightly flushing at calling himself important. “So, when the time came that I noticed it was an ambush, I tried to grab yours and Ron’s hands, but you two pulled away just when I switched places with a version of me that had taken an extended polyjuice potion who was really Dean Thomas. Dean was the one who died in that cell, Hermione. It wasn’t me.”

Hermione stood there, gaping. “So, you’re not dead?” she asked, looking at him as if it was a miracle. “You’re still alive, and you’re here?” She suddenly dropped her voice. “Are you trying to take over the manor?” she asked.

“Yes, we got some very important information from a contact to where the manor was, and when we checked it out, we noticed that the girl was telling the truth. We already have two wings secure and a few Death Eaters tied up. It seems as though they sectioned everyone off into different wings to make it harder for us to capture them all. But we’ve got most of the older Death Eaters, like the Lestranges, the Crabbes and Goyles, and others. We also have Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass.”

“I didn’t even know they were here,” Hermione said in dismay.

“Yes, but we’ve heard that it is this wing that Voldemort lives in,” Harry said.

“Yes, actually the third door on the left, back that direction,” Hermione said, pointing behind Harry.

“Thanks,” Harry said.

“Harry,” Hermione said. “I need you to do me a favour. Promise me you’ll do it, please.”

“Anything, I promise, Hermione.”

“Whatever happens, don’t let Draco, Narcissa, or Blaise Zabini die. They are all good people that would never do anything wrong if not for the dark lord telling them what to do. Please, just make sure that they stay alive, I don’t care about any of the others.”

“I will, Hermione,” Harry said, though he didn’t look too comforted about it. “Is there something you want to tell me?” Harry asked.

“I’ll tell you later, Harry,” she said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Okay,” Harry said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead. Then he went back the direction he came and Hermione turned the other way. Only a few steps down the hall, Hermione was stopped by an evil voice.

“Consorting with the enemy?” the voice asked angrily.

Hermione looked up at the sallow, putrid face of Theodore Nott. “Shut up,” Hermione said.

“Cheating on your poor boyfriend?” Nott asked. “Again?”

Hermione gave him a hard glare. “What do you mean? ‘Again?’”

“Well, I heard that you slept with another man while Draco was gone,” Nott said, bringing his wand out of his robes and pointing it at Hermione.

Hermione straightened up. “Slept with?!” she asked angrily. “I was raped!”

“I know!” Nott said. “I did it!”

Hermione’s eyes went wide as her eyes became watery. “It was you?”

“Yes, I was the one who polyjuiced myself, went into your room, made you moan as I tied you to the bedposts, and then fucked you into the mattress,” Nott said. “And believe me, it was worth it, to tear that pleasure and pain from your eyes, to make you scream, to steal that from you was more pleasurable than anything I could have ever imagined.”

“You’re sick,” Hermione spat.

“Well, yes,” he muttered. “But what makes it even worse is that I want more. I don’t just want to tear the pleasure and pain from you, I want your life, to see your soul leave your body because of me, and now I intend to do that,” he said, pointing his wand directly at Hermione.

Hermione gasped. She was too far away from him to stop him, and she had no way to shield herself from the killing curse. She closed her eyes, hoping in the back of her mind that her prince charming would come and rescue her…

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Draco awoke to an empty bed. He was fine at first, thinking that she was in the bathroom, but when he noticed that the door was not shut and the light was not on, he panicked a bit. Why would she leave him after that day together? Usually he would wake up and want her again and again and she would always be there to whet his appetite, but she wasn’t.

He looked around the room again to make sure that she was not there, and then decided to get up and look for her, pulling on a pair of boxer shorts and a robe for good measure.

Draco decided that he was just having a very bad dream after he came upon a confrontation in the hall. When he had heard a man accuse Hermione of cheating on himself, he had stopped dead in his tracks, twenty metres away was Theodore Nott, and ten metres beyond him, Hermione. Draco listened to their conversation, getting angrier and angrier at Nott as the conversation ran its course. He wanted to hex the bastard in the back, but he realised that he had forgotten his wand.

When he heard the bastard say that he was going to take Hermione’s life, Draco ran flat out, wanting to save her before Nott said the words. Draco stopped as he saw two flashes of bright green light, light up the corridor and two bodies fall almost silently to the ground. Draco could not believe what he was looking at, Theo Nott, five metres away, dead on the ground. Another ten metres, his Hermione, in a similar position. Draco felt his heart break within his chest and tried to get a grip on himself. He was dreaming, the whole thing was just a bad dream, right? There was no way that Hermione was lying dead only a few metres away.

Draco heard heavy footsteps and what he saw made him sigh in relief. He had to be dreaming because Harry Potter (he was supposed to be dead, right?) had just walked up beside the body of Draco’s beloved, his wand still pointed at the man on the ground.