Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Narcissa Malfoy was panicked. The new Marriage Law meant that she was free meat to the foul Deatheater’s who had rejoiced at her husband’s funeral. Narcissa Malfoy was ethereally beautiful with long blond hair, icy blue eyes and refined noble features. Pureblood looking. She would be torn apart quickly enough..

Deatheater’s prized touting their nobility and any opportunity to expand their pureblood status coveted. Narcissa Malfoy was the means to an end.

She refused to suffer again. Lucius was different. He had been magnificent in his youth and he had a bad temper but he had loved her at least. This was different.

Narcissa ran downstairs to the basement where Harry Potter and Nia were kept. Pushing open the door, she looked at the boy chained and filthy on the floor.

Nia looked up at her and Narcissa took a step back fearfully, staring at her golden eyes. Nia nodded her consent and Narcissa shook Harry awake.

“ Potter…” Narcissa hissed

“What huh?” Harry jerked awake and pushed back from Narcissa.

“What are you doing here?” Once Harry was breathing normally, he realized that Narcissa was not attacking him. Narcissa grabbed his shirt pulling him up to her. Her eyes were slightly crazed and frantic with panic.

“You are both leaving here today. Voldemort has passed a decree against all Purebloods. They must remarry and bear an heir or suffer a lifetime in Azkaban.” Narcissa darted a look at Nia before continuing.

“I am going to let you go Potter, but under one condition. You must swear an Oath to try to keep Draco alive.”

Harry looked at her in disgust. “No way!”

“Fine, then you will die and all your friends will suffer. I care not.” Narcissa released his shirt collar and strode towards the door.

Harry choked on her words and the feeling of his failure thus far, weighed on him. Harry swallowed looking into Narcissa’s desperate gaze.“ Fine.. I swear…” The oath curled up between them and Narcissa nodded grimly.

“Come with me, and bring the girl.” Narcissa unlocked his chains and walked up the stairs out of the basement.

Harry looked at Nia. “Come on.”

“I will go with you Harry Potter. Your destiny and mine are intertwined.” Nia braced Harry up against her and helped him up the stairwell.

Harry felt weak from the movement but Nia’s soft body helped to support him and he felt gratitude towards her. “Thank you Nia. You’re being amazingly helpful right now.”

Nia seemed to flush with pleasure and she moved quicker, half-carrying Harry to the top of the stairs.

Narcissa surveyed Nia and Harry with a critical eye. The entire downful to Voldemort was in her possession if she was brave enough to let it go. For her son, she could do it. Narcissa advanced on Harry and she pressed a flask into his hands.

“Polyjuice Potion… To help you move around. Its Draco’s friend, Blaise Zabini. He has free access to roam outside of Hogwarts due to his parents. If you are seen it won’t seem odd. That’s enough for at least a month.”

Harry nodded grimly thinking about Barty Crouch Jr. Nia looked at Narcissa and blinked rapidly as Narcissa turned to her.

“Kiss me goodbye, girl.” Narcissa strode to Nia.

They turned away from Harry and he inspected the potion, giving it a sniff. Harry wearily closed his eyes. The fresh air felt so good.

Harry heard a laugh and he saw Narcissa weaving where she stood.

A drop of black blood gurgled up from her throat and bubbled up on her lips. Narcissa wore a peaceful expression and she felt to her knees gracefully, before she slumped over.

Her beautiful blue eyes were cloudy with death.

Harry screamed at Nia and grabbed her hard. “What happened to her? What did you do???”

Nia stared back at Harry, with her yellow eyes saddened. “Poison, she took Poison to evade this life.”

Harry swallowed hard as he realized that Narcissa let them go because she could no longer protect Draco. He tried to feel regret that the odious woman had killed herself, but he felt numb.

Suddenly, Harry felt the Oath tugging him to motion.

Draco was at Hogwarts, he assumed. Bloody Great, Narcissa was going to get him killed.

Moreover, he still had to find the other Horocrux and destroy it.

Hermione was still alive somewhere in hiding with Ginny. He should find them soon. Who knew how long they could hide from the Deatheaters?

Harry swallowed some Polyjuice potion and Nia watched as his features melded and warped into that of a dark handsome young boy with a charming smile.

Blaise Zabini’s face peered back at Harry through the windowpanes. They had to move quickly. The potion could not afford to be wasted.

Harry grabbed Nia’s hand and walked out the door. “We have to get to Hogwarts, soon.”

Nia stared down at Harry’s hand clasped in her own. “As you wish Harry Potter…”



Draco Malfoy was in a bad place. Hermione had fallen silent in her thoughts of Voldemort. The revelations of the past few days had shaken her badly. The truth was Hermione needed a way out and soon.

Hermione went to the kitchen for some ingredients, like kitchen salt, thyme and some calf milk. She managed to convince the House Elves to let her take all of the ingredients without too much difficulty.

The last ingredient was the hardest one. Unicorn hair. Hermione felt a surge of depression at the thought of the nearly impossible task ahead of her. Escape to the Forbidden Forest and steal Unicorn hair from one of the last breathing Unicorns alive. (Right!) or break into the Potions Lab and hope against hope, one was left in the stores.

Severus Snape had been a meticulous wizard but Lestrange was not. The potions stores were barely stocked with anything other then the elements of lust potions and veritaserum. Hermione had to explore the last option before the first.

Hermione didn’t even know if the compulsion spell would allow her to get as far as the Forbidden Forest.

Draco wanted an answer this evening. Hermione had to succeed before then.

Hermione ducked into a hallway that leads towards the Dungeon where the Potions Store was kept. Draco was in class right now, which gave her some free time since she had been excused. Probably by Voldemort.

Hermione had to force back a giggle at the thought of Voldemort writing a teacher’s pass.

---
Headmistress Carrow,

Please excuse Hermione Granger, Mudblood from all activities, due to her eminent defection to Death Eater status.

Thank you,

Lord Voldypants.
---

Hermione felt another hysterical giggle escape from her and she was certain she was going slightly mad now. The sounds of other students making their way through the halls were off in the distance and she clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling her noise.

Once the noise faded, Hermione advanced down the steps and stopped in front of the door to the Potions Store. If only she had her wand. This whole nonsense would be over with quickly. Now she would have to search manually. Hermione gently eased the door open and looked inside.

Empty.

Hermione’s original guess had been right. The normally full potions bottles were either completely dry or low on reserves. A new wall of conjured potions sat opposite of the bookcases and the tops of the counter were dusty from misuse.

Hermione rushed inside and began to overturn potion bottles and sift through boxes below. Hermione searched high and low for a sign of something. Hermione walked to the new shelf full of potions. The antidote for the drug would be helpful. Not eating or drinking was beginning to way on her.

Hermione snatched up one of the potions in her hand and began to read the label.

The door behind her shut and the room was flooded in darkness suddenly as a candle spark flew out.

“Little girl, it is bad form to steal from another wizard.” The low purr in the voice set warning bells off in Hermione’s head and she turned around to keep her back to the wall.

“Lestrange….” Hermione whispered into the dark.

“Rudolphus.” He whispered back and she felt the sudden weight of him against her. Hermione screamed and shoved him.

He laughed and took a step back. Lestrange flicked his wand and the room glowed from the candle once more.

“What are you looking for Hermione?” The way he said her name like a caress caused her to shudder and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Tell me dearling. Maybe I can give you what you need.” Lestrange folded his arms and leaned back on the countertop.

“Why would you do that?” Hermione took a step forward, inching for the door. She tried to use her words to distract him as she made her escape.

“Because I want to fuck you.” Lestrange murmured bluntly.

“I’m plain and a know-it-all and I have bushy hair.” Hermione paused to rattle off her faults, frustrated that this wizard would not leave her alone.

“And a luscious body and a mouth that should be illegal.” Lestrange added with an infuriating smirk. “Besides, your Draco’s. That’s enough for me.”

Figures that if someone likes her its because he has her. Not because she actually has merit. Hermione huffed and her hand reached the handle of the door.

“What did you think would happen when you came here? Weren’t you worried about being caught? It must be very important that you get whatever you were looking for.” Lestrange purred as she reached for the door handle.

“Perhaps you were looking for an antidote? Someone strong willed like you must realize that we have been drugging the students. I could give you a month’s supply but you need to do something for me.”

Lestrange strode to the door and stood in front of it. “Think about it, you could resist our advances for a whole month. Enough time to help your friends.”

Hermione looked dubiously at him. “Why would you help me with that?”

“Because, I want you. I always get what I want. Besides, what do I care if you fight Malfoy? Just as long as you don’t fight me.” Lestrange smirks. “And you can’t. Fight me, that is. I want full compliance.”

Hermione shifted staring at him. “I want the potion first.” Hermione was not a stupid girl. This snake was trying to trick her somehow.

Lestrange nodded to her with hooded eyes. “Of course. I will even let you test it out on yourself first.”

Hermione knew it would not affect her at all since the drug had left her system. “Fine.”

Lestrange walked over to the new counter and withdrew a small green bottle. He poured a teaspoon into a cup and offered her the sample. “Bottoms up.”

Hermione sniffed it and took a sip of the sample.

After a moment of Lestrange watching her with gleaming dark eyes, Hermione began to feel clearheaded for the first time in weeks. It even chased away the dull feeling of apathy that had clung so doggedly.

Suddenly Hermione knew that she could escape, she just needed to get the kids that potion. The potion that Lestrange was offering so willingly, without knowing that she had the means to escape permanently.

The problem was he wanted her.

Hermione shivered as the Dark Wizard narrowed in on her.

Rudolphus’s gaze lowering to her mouth. “Do we have a deal…Witch?”

His hands reached up to cup her bottom and Hermione felt renewed in her conviction. If this was the only way… She could not join Voldemort. She would rather die first.

The truth was that Draco did not love her. He wanted why not save everybody’s life. She had been giving it up to Draco and it had no results, just mind-numbing pain.

Hermione felt a fresh ache in her heart at the thought of Draco using her to get in good with the Dark Lord.

Rudolphus laughed at the expression of pain on her face. The little girl was painfully obviously in love with Draco. This made him feel soooooo good. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

“The potion is yours Hermione. I want you now, though. No stalling.” Lestrange placed the potion on the counter behind him.

“Take off your corset, poppet.” Lestrange growled and he could feel himself painfully aroused. The pleasure of the anguished expression on the girls face was all the incitement his cock needed.

Hermione swallowed hard and gave him a grim determined look. Her small fingers moved to the stays and she tugging them loose, the pieces of the corset falling to the ground.

Hermione’s beautiful breasts bounced out and the nipples puckered under the cold air. Her ribcage was narrow and her hips slender. The standard Mudblood issue of green silk panties covered the apex of her legs.

The girl had long, coltish legs and delicate ankles. She looked like she would break if a strong wind pushed her over. Her wild hair fell about her shoulders and Lestrange reached for a handful of her hair, sniffing it. Hermione shivered and her arms went up to cover her chest.

“No…” He growled. “I paid for the right to see you, all of you witch.”

Rudolphus’s dark eyes glowed and he traced a finger down to one of her perky nipples. He flicked it and Hermione felt the first response to his touch. Hermione shifted as she felt a flood of wetness form between her legs.

Suddenly she felt like she was drowning in need. Hermione felt flushed with desire, and just feeling his fingertips caressing her was causing her heart to beat triple time. Hermione choked suddenly as she realized something else was in the potion.

“The antidote…” Hermione thrust her pelvis up against his erection, squirming suddenly, dying because this man was not inside of her.

“Is a lust potion… Since you were abstaining from food and the drug…, it is not countering anything. It’s heightening your sex drive, just like it does to the Deatheaters.” Lestrange laughed, as Hermione purred like a little cat against him, rubbing her swollen apex against his thigh, stumbling as she tried to touch more of his skin.

“I need…..” Hermione mumbled and she rubbed her breasts against his hands, begging softly.

Lestrange grinned wickedly thinking this would be some of the best sex in a long time.

“Okay kitten, just sit there.” Lestrange pulled off his robes, revealing his broad tattooed chest and lean torso.

Hermione’s mouth began to water as his cock was revealed suddenly. It was impossibly long and thick, it probably would hurt her. Hermione trembled with that thought and she reached out to grab it.

Lestrange growled as the little witch’s hand circled around his cock and she pumped it. Her fingers couldn’t close around the sides and she looked like she was going to faint from excitement.

“Mmm… Good. Now, suck on it you filthy Mudblood.” All gentleness and amusement fled his voice as he commanded her.

Hermione slid to her knees and stared hard at the enormous member, pulsating with life in her hand. She tentatively licked out at the base of his cock.

Lestrange groaned and his hand moved down to entangle in her curls, guiding her mouth to swallow the tip, Hermione tried to take him all in her mouth but failed. She sucked at him and licked, worshipping his thickness, reveling in the salty taste.

Rudolphus groaned as Hermione began to gag from him forcing himself deeper and deeper in her hot, wet mouth. Her breasts were standing at attention, swollen and begging for his mouth. Her scent of arousal was sharp, clean and female.

So different from his dead wife, pure almost. He pulled out of her mouth, glistening wet and hard. Hermione had a fixated look of desire on her features and Lestrange almost groaned from her innocent reaction to his size.

“Will it hurt?” Hermione wet her lips, salivating from the thought.

“I hope so.” His words sent shudders through her and she felt herself gushing wetness from her arousal.

Lestrange growled and pulled her up against him. Hermione was dwarfed by the tall wizard, and she felt his arousal pushing into her belly almost. Straining on her tiptoes, she tried to get him to push in between her legs with his cock.

“Don’t rush it. I want to use you all night.” Lestrange bit her shoulder and Hermione felt weak in the knees.

She leaned up against him and he turned, cupping her bottom and lifting her onto the counter. He pressed against her then and with a brutal movement shoved inside her.

Hermione howled from the sudden shock and stretching sensation of her cunt as his cock plunged nearly to the hilt in her petal-soft wet pussy.

Hermione shuddered and arched her back, whimpering as the pain took hold. Lestrange growled slightly and smiled. “ It hurts… does it kitten?”

Hermione nodded as tears slipped down her enraptured face. “ More…”

Lestrange obliged and he shoved the last bit inside her and she felt him hit her cervix and she shuddered, clutching him to her as she orgasmed. Lestrange knew that he probably tore her a bit but the little witch didn’t seem to mind.

Lestrange began to move deeper inside of her, and he grabbed her buttocks, spreading them as his finger found her tight puckered hole there. “I’m going to penetrate every orifice you have witch. How does that strike you?” Lestrange bit her neck, catching the vein.

Hermione whimpered from the painful hold that he took on her neck, claiming her as he began to pummel her sore, tight pussy, repeatedly, riding her like a cat in heat, painfully, wickedly and infinitely.

Hermione began to lose track of time, every moment caught in an intensely painful pleasure-filled experience. Lestrange began to stretch her legs over her head, twisting and turning her body into the most degrading of positions, using her body in ways that she had not dreamed possible.

Mirrors reflected the wanton creature, begging and moaning for the wizard to claim her again and again. Her body always ready and needy, and wanting more. Lestrange turned her around and began to slam into her from behind, making her beg for him, abstaining and corrupting her until with pain she could feel no pleasure.

Hermione almost fainted when he began to slide into her ass. The pain was so intense from his girth that Hermione bucked up against him repeatedly, but his wicked fingers made only moans of compliance and need spill from her lips.

Rudolphus had already cum at least four times in the last few hours, but his ready potion supply kept them both awake and him ready and soon Hermione was beginning to forget who she was aside from a pleasurable hole for this Dark Wizard to abuse.

Lestrange ground against her swollen clit, bucking and riding her until Hermione shrieked from her painful orgasm, her body falling limply beneath his. They were on the floor by now.

Lestrange was sweating heavily and he had Hermione’s nipple in a death grip between his teeth. Marks littered her body from various scratches and bite marks that the wizard had inflicted on her.

Hermione felt like she wasn’t even breathing. Lestrange stayed hard inside of her as he felt the little witch suddenly slow down. He did not want to kill her. He found her way too amusing to fuck.

Lestrange captured her swollen mouth in a kiss. His tongue flicked out, he lapped at her own tongue, and he could taste himself in her mouth. Positively sinful.

Rudolphus’s hands stroked her trembling and arching body, as he pulled out, sliding down to her pussy. Lazily he flicked his tongue against her swollen, sopping clit. Hermione flinched in agonizing pleasure. She forced a moaned from her throat in response and he buried his face in her sopping wet folds.

“ Cum for me little Mudblood… Your hated Deatheater lover. Do it because you want too. Not because you are compelled by a drug. Say it..” Rudolphus tortured her pussy, with a few careful placed licks and nips.

Hermione gasped. “ I want you, please… I love fucking you…”

“Say my name… Mudblood..” Rudolphus buried his tongue deeper into her sensitive slit and Hermione screamed. “ Rudolphus!”

She arched and him began to devour her, leaving her shaking and trembling weakly from orgasm.. “Stop... Please… no more… I can’t take anymore…”

“Then you know what to say.” He grinned wickedly down at his Mudblood lover.

“I’m your whore, your whore to fuck as you please, Rudolphus.” Hermione’s voice sounded defeated and repetitive, as she had said it all night long.

The door slammed open and Draco stood there with an icy expression. Hermione’s vision blurred as she focused on Draco’s icy expression. Lestrange gave her another lick at her clit and Hermione arched and cried as she felt the orgasm roll together with the shame.


Draco stared down at Hermione. The Potions store was a wreck. The room positively reeked of sex and she had bite marks all over her body, markings of Lestrange’s possession of her.

She wasn’t crying, and she had just orgasmed in front of him. Draco felt a part of him shut off, and he had to leave otherwise he was going to cry in front of them.

Draco knew objectively that he had pushed her away with the request about Voldemort but she had betrayed him with Lestrange of all people. He was a sadistic bastard who enjoyed inflicting pain on his lovers. Hermione wasn’t like that, was she?

Draco turned on his heel and closed the door behind him.


It was after two in the morning, she thought absently. The shock of seeing Draco standing there watching Lestrange touching her, had sent her into shock.

Hermione felt the potion beginning to wear off, she felt cold, exhausted, and she was not sure she could walk.

Hermione opened her eyes and stared across at Lestrange. Her eyes felt dry and red from crying. She was all cried out. All she felt was sick and shame filled that Draco had seen her, whoring herself.

Lestrange rolled off her and nodded slightly. “You kept your end of the bargain, Mudblood.”

Lestrange strode naked to the potion stores and he bent down tossing the bottle along with her robes at her. “Good luck explaining this to Draco.”

Lestrange smirked slightly, as Hermione grimaced.

“Don’t worry Mudblood. I plan to have you when he discards you. You make me laugh. With your obvious affection for your enemy. Maybe I could convince you to love me too after a while.” Lestrange purred meaningfully at her.

Hermione felt the coldness deep in her bones as Lestrange exited the room. Hermione tried to summon the desire to walk, or even move but she felt weak and she was cramping in her pelvis area. Lestrange certainly had hurt her as he had promised.

Hermione rolled over and she could feel the cold stone floor pressing into her face. She dragged the robe over her body and rolled back to button it. Every muscle hurt right now and then she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

Lestrange must have been as tired as her. He had left his wand. Hermione struggled to her feet slowly, the desire to survive overrode her pain and she clutched the wand to her hand. Hermione gasped when recognized the wand.

It was Ron's wand. Lestrange must have taken it after the battle when he died. Fresh grief rolled inside of her at the thought. The collar was preventing her from using it. She had used it before. It was made with… Unicorn hair. OH god. UNICORN hair.

Hermione limped to the potions table and she whacked the end of the wand with all her might on the side of the surface. The walnut wood snapped in half. Hermione gingerly plucked the thin strands of silvery hair from the broken pieces. She had the last ingredient. Unicorn hair.

Draco hated her, but she had the last ingredient and she could save the others. Hermione leaned down and tied the strand around her ankle.

Hermione looked up suddenly when the door slammed open again. She leaned on the countertop and pushed the broken wand to fall between the wall and countertop.

Draco stood there again. His expression was flat and his eyes shone with a strange silver light, glittering almost. Draco's voice spoke icily.


“Ready for your next customer?” Draco sneered and he shut the door behind him.







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