Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

“It occurred to me that I was going about this all wrong. I was right about you. You like to be abused. If that is what you wanted this whole time, you should have spoken up.”

Draco walked slowly into the room and circled Hermione with a small smile. “I should have guessed, I suppose. A brute like Victor Krum, well, we all knew what he was capable of.”

Hermione felt despair gush through her at his shuttered features.

“Then again the Weasel was kind of brutish wasn’t he? Lug-head that he was. I just always saw you as someone more delicate. That was my fault. I guess I was blinded. I did not see the truth about you. All those years I called you a Mudblood Whore as a joke, and I was right. Wasn’t I?”

Hermione stared down at the ground. Draco gripped her chin hard and tilted her face up to his own furiously beautiful face. “TELL me…. The truth.” Hermione tried to look away from him but Draco’s grip was firm.

Hermione could feel her eyes burning as Draco stared into them. He looked wild with jealousy and hurt. His features twisted with rage.

“I just wanted to know what I was being passed along too.” Hermione finally said.

Draco dropped his hands and he balled them in a fist and struck the wall behind her.

Hermione flinched and began to shake. “You said you would give me to him. I wanted it to be on my terms.”

Draco smiled unpleasantly. “These are your terms? Whoring yourself out to a Deatheater in a painfully sadistic manner?”

Hermione looked helplessly at him since she could not tell him the truth.

Draco grimaced darkly. “I accept.”

Draco pressed into her, his mouth coming down on her sensitive and bruised flesh at her neck. He pushed his body into hers and she moaned as her raw backside collided with the counter top.

“Draco that hurts.” Hermione whimpered.

“I thought you liked that Mudblood.” Draco sneered as his hands moving down to between her legs. His slender fingers were gentle against her folds despite his cruel words.

“I just want what you give everyone else.” He hissed in her ear.

Draco spread her legs and he pressed the tip of his cock against her soaked, swollen folds.

“Please Draco, can’t we just kiss?” Hermione muttered as Draco penetrated her and he could feel her wet response from the hours of sex.

“I don’t kiss whores.” Draco ground out.

Hermione began to cry and Draco shuddered with anger as he forced his way inside of her. She was swollen, tight and hot.

Draco could feel pain in his chest from the exploration of her body that revealed her intimacies with Lestrange. He felt possessed. He had to replace her memories of that bastard.

He licked at the side of her neck, as he continued to pump deeper and deeper inside of her. It never felt like enough to him. Hermione was his but he could not burn the image of Lestrange devouring her out of his mind.

Draco came back from his world of thoughts and sensations at the sounds Hermione was making. A strangled hiss of agony was pushing from her waxy lips as Draco slipped in and out of her wetness.

“You know you love it Granger. I just want to give it to you as he did. Long, hard and deep. Gods you’re so wet for me.” Draco shuddered as he began to feel close to release. Hermione was flooding his cock with wetness.

Draco leaned down and saw her eyes were closed and she was gripping him tightly, as he exorcised his rage and lust into her body like a receptacle.

Draco panted as Hermione moaned softly in pain. Draco jerked and came inside of her, exploding from the small moan on her part. He bucked repeatedly but Hermione was slow to respond.

“Hermione?” Draco pulled out of her slowly, and looked down. To his horror, his cock had blood on it and he saw blood slowly rolling down from between her legs.

“Oh gods… Hermione...” He gently tapped the side of her face and she blinked her eyes round and shiny from pain.

“Lestrange…. He hurt me… You just opened something.” Hermione said faintly and her legs felt rubbery from standing while he had fucked her.

Draco lowered Hermione to the ground with a panicked look. “Damn it… You didn’t say no.”


“Would it have mattered?” Hermione whispered bitterly, and Draco reeled like she had slapped him..

Draco would have liked to say no, but he was crazed with pain. Maybe not.

“Yes. Hold still.” Draco said shortly.

Draco grabbed his wand and cast a healing charm on her. Hermione sighed as some of the pain left. Her body unclamped slowly from the curled position on the floor. Draco stared at her and gently brushed her hair from her face.

Hermione stared up at him with calm and accepting eyes. Draco stared down at her with bleak eyes. His eyes seemed to indicate he wanted to say something more.

Hermione saw him fighting with himself and she pushed herself up gingerly. “You will never love me, will you?”

Draco stared hard at her but his eyes were suspiciously wet. “That hardly matters at all, does it.”

Hermione nodded slowly and she took a deep breath. She would probably be dead this time tomorrow. If not, then she would be free and on the run. Either way, this boy in front of her would be gone.

Draco had not really hurt her with his actions; she had let him do those things. Hermione had wanted to soothe him and his anger.

Lestrange had nothing to do with Draco in the truth of things and she could see the guilt written on his face. Draco was so filled with self-loathing and hatred, but sometimes, she saw something more in him.

Draco was a hard boy to love. Oh gods, she loved him. She really did love him. She was a fool.

Draco looked suspiciously at her and he grabbed her by the arm. “Let’s go. Voldemort will want to see you tomorrow.”

Hermione closed her hand around his own, seeking out his touch, the familiarity of it, comforting. Draco did not pull away.

It felt like an agonizingly long walk to the room and when Draco opened the door, Hermione felt both dread and relief.

“Sit down.” Draco said tonelessly before he walked to the bathroom. Leaving the door open, he began to run the water in the tub. He sat at the edge of the tub staring into the running water. He hurt all over.

Hermione‘s betrayal hurt worse then anything he had ever felt in his life. He numbly ran his fingers into the water. Steam began to rise off the edges of the tub and Draco pulled off his robes. Something in her eyes had touched him. Draco poured a goodly amount of soap in the water.

Hermione looked defeated, Draco was not a fool. Something had hurt her badly in that room. Probably him. He forced her to do that.

Hermione quivered on the edge of the bed before she got up to look at Draco. Draco looked so lost. He was half-naked, sitting on the edge of the tub, his hand in the water. His eyes were half-mast and his features etched with anguish.

Hermione sucked in a breath slowly. Draco looked beautiful to her at that moment. All of his sarcasm and cruelty cut away to reveal the troubled, wickedly angelic looking boy.

“I drove you to him.” Draco’s words were so faint, that Hermione had to move closer to hear it over the running water.

Hermione moved into the bathroom and she turned the faucet off. The humidity sent a flush over her sensitive skin. She turned her face up to Draco and her warm brown eyes ran worriedly over his face.

Hermione could think of a million things to say and every one of them would end in one of them crying and hating the other. Hermione did not want him figuring out her reasons. Hermione straightened and her eyes went carefully blank as she pulled the robe off.

Draco looked up at her bruised and well-loved nude body. Draco knew she was injured but he had not realized the extent of it. He was a blooming idiot. Draco felt his face freeze as Hermione closed her eyes in pain.

“Lestrange wants to petition the Dark Lord to keep me.” Hermione felt the words pouring from her mouth.

Hermione choked back a sob, as Draco said nothing.

He did not respond at all.

Hermione screamed in her head. Why didn’t he react? Did he hate her so much that he did not care?

“Get in the water.” Draco turned to look at her, his expression unreadable.

Hermione reluctantly walked to the tub and then she slowly eased her aching flesh into the hot soapy water, feeling vulnerable from the exposure. Draco reached out and his fingers touched on a bite mark on her shoulder.

“The bastard marked you. That was rude.” Draco’s tone came out silky and pondering. Hermione felt the water easing some of the pain and the soap began washing away the dirty feeling that she had been carrying around.

Draco could feel his mind working very quickly. If he appeared uncaring about what happened it would only cement his indifference to Hermione among the other Deatheaters.

Lestrange was certainly telling everyone how he had bagged Draco’s Mudblood. That was the point of the seduction after all.

“Wash yourself, Mudblood.” Draco turned away from her, as he said it.

Hermione felt his cold words wash over her and she felt a spark of anger. “Do it yourself if you want it so bad, FERRET.” She snapped and sat up.

Draco blinked at her sudden change and he grimaced as he suddenly realized, she was trying to bait him.

“If you want to keep your lover’s saliva all over you, be my guest.” Draco purred as he dragged himself to his feet and stared down at her in the tub with a blank expression.

“Who are you going to share me with next Draco? I’ve got Lestrange out of the way.” Hermione rose up and the water dripped off her. Her expression was one of calculated menace.

“Blaise, wasn’t it?” Hermione rapped out at him and threw the soap bar at his head. “Your whore… Draco, you made me your whore!”

“Your being ridiculous, Mudblood. Look at you, all red in the face, demanding to know which of my friends you should tup.” Draco responded tersely.

Draco tried to remain calm, as Hermione began to scream at him. Her word digging a way into his heart, and he was close to loosing it.

Hermione stumbled out of the water and advanced on him.

“Look at me… You would have let him do this and worse… Admit it. Your just angry that I did it without your consent.”

Hermione’s voice cracked and she spun around in front of him, demanding that he respond to her.

Draco surveyed the bite marks on her hip, and thighs, with objectivity.. Bruises and redness appeared on her perfectly curved bottom, the apex between her legs swollen, as was her mouth. Lestrange had dug deep scratches into her back and her lips appeared well used.

Draco swallowed hard as he saw the bruises between her thighs.

“I’m a fool. I was a naïve fool to believe that you cared about me at all. Lestrange was right.” Hermione’s tone sounded wild with pain and her voice had softened.

Draco knew this was the moment he should say something to her. Voldemort would demand him to right this. It was painfully obvious to everyone that Hermione felt something for him. She was such a bad liar and her anguish written into every feature of her beautifully expressive face.

Hermione appeared plain to the outsider looking in, until they saw the strength and beauty of personality that glowed through her pale features, giving her bright eyes and a soft glow. A glow Draco was stamping out cruelly, just by breathing in her vicinity.

Draco grabbed her and pulled her against him. Hermione stared up at him and her eyes closed suddenly as he pressed his lips to hers.

Hermione felt her heart leap, as Draco opened her mouth slowly, tenderly and touched his tongue to her own.

Draco could feel the bruised flesh beneath his own lips and he recalled the image of Hermione sobbing Lestrange’s name as she orgasmed. It had sounded pained, like a wounded animal. Like she had wanted it so bad, that it was killing her.

Jealousy and possession pulled at him, dragging him into a cold place.

“You are a fool to think I could ever care about a filthy Mudblood like you.” Draco forced a sick looking smile to his face and he pushed her back from him.

Hermione felt his words like a dull slap. She turned around and walked to the bed.

Draco tried to rationalize that it was for her own good. Hermione would know nothing but suffering at his hands, and the Deatheaters.

Draco looked up at a choking sound. Hermione was dragging her nails across the soft part of her neck and she was tugging on the collar about her throat. She was putting all her weight in the opposite direction and she jerked hard to try to cut off her circulation. Blood was starting to seep under her neck from the deep gouges she was making with her nails in her frantic excitement..

Draco sucked in a breath as he felt the immense pain soak into him, watching the desperate movements, like a bird trapped in a cage, killing itself to escape.

Draco yelped and ran across the room, sliding onto the bed to wrest her hands back down. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” Draco demanded.

Hermione’s dejected eyes rolled back in her head from lack of oxygen. “I just wanted it to be over.” She said hoarsely.

Draco felt her words like a punch in the stomach. Draco lost his breath and he unlocked the collar from about her neck frantically. His eyes were bleak with pain and worry. He began inspecting the deep scratches about her throat made Draco feel small.

The Gryffindor who was brave and strong against impossible odds had finally cracked. Draco Malfoy had finally broken Hermione Granger.

To Draco’s mortification, he felt tears burning in his eyes.

Hermione slowly began to breathe normally. Draco’s eyes were wet as he captured her gaze fiercely.

“I would never have given you to Lestrange. That was just a threat.” Draco’s voice cracked in anger as he felt the confessions begin to pour forth.

Hermione’s gaze flickered with something that looked like pain. “It doesn’t matter now. I am just your mudblood whore Draco. When you marry, I will be passed on to someone else. ”

Draco’s eyes lowered and he growled under his breath.

Hermione shuddered. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. Don’t you get it Malfoy? I would rather be dead. ”

Hermione sat up and she rubbed her throat, staring at the beautiful boy who looked so unhappy across from her.

Draco gently removed her hands from her neck. “Let me.”

Draco waved his wand and the wounds began to seal themselves back up, even the soreness faded with the glow of his wand. Hermione closed her eyes and she gently placed her hand over his. Suddenly she turned faster then Draco expected and she had pulled the wand from his hand.

Hermione aimed it at his throat and Draco froze and stared at her uncollared throat. She had a wand and she could use it. Humiliation burned into his pale cheeks.

Hermione stared down at her tormentor and the tip of the wand nudging against his pale neck.

“I remember the first time I saw you in school. I thought you were like some avenging angel. Blond hair, fiery silver eyes and perfect features. I remember how much it hurt when you sneered at me and called me Mudblood. My first thought was how sad that a boy who had everything was so hateful. I remember feeling sorry for you.” Hermione whispered and Draco’s ears turned red.

“Then school continued and you went out of your way to humiliate me, you reveled in making me cry for you. I hated you. I hated everything about you. Yet, still I defended you, when Harry and Ron were cruel to you. I remember punching you in the face, and how good it felt to do violence to you. The years following that made my temporary victory seem hollow. I could not stop thinking about you. I was obsessed with you. Obsessed with wanting to help you. I prayed that you would change and that you wouldn’t let your father’s legacy destroy who you were.”

Hermione walked over towards the door as she spoke. Hermione’s eyes were solemn as she watched him. “But you never did change. Why did you ask for me, Draco? No lies now.”

“Because I wanted you. I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you.” Draco’s tone sounded weary, and he lifted his slender fingers up to his temple. His hair dropped in his eyes and Hermione frowned.

“It makes me insane, wanting you. You are like a fever in my blood. I cannot get rid of. I hate you for it.” Draco whispered.

Hermione trembled. “I don’t understand. Why do you hate me?”



“Because he can’t have you Mudblood.” Lestrange spoke up from behind her.

Hermione turned on him with Draco’s wand. Headmistress Carrow and her brother stood behind him in the doorway.

Hermione could have cursed herself for being so blind. They were there the whole time and she had focused on Draco so hard, that she had not seen them open the door.

“Care to explain the destruction of my wand, poppet?” Lestrange raised an eyebrow at the broken walnut pieces in his outstretched hand.

Headmistress Carrow narrowed her squinty gaze at Hermione. “Mr. Malfoy, are you in the habit of allowing your Pet to wander about, uncollared with a wand?”

Draco stared humorlessly across at the Carrow’s. “Only in the present company. Alternatively, didn’t Lestrange explain how she broke his wand? He was abusing my pet without my permission.”

Draco strode to Hermione and looked hard into her eyes in silent communication. Hermione could fight, and probably die, or she could stay with him and survive to free the others. WHY was she always in such a hard place with him. Reluctantly she handed the wand back to Draco.

Draco smirked and turned to the Carrow’s. “Her collar is removed because I had to inspect the damage.” He ripped Hermione’s robes off and shoved her towards the Carrow’s.

Hermione’s cheeks flushed as the Carrow’s stared hungrily at her abused flesh. “Lestrange, you did this?” Alecto sounded impressed.

Lestrange shrugs. “I don’t understand what he is talking about.”

Draco scowled and lowered the wand to Lestrange’s face. “I could make it so you don’t understand anything ever again, if you take what’s mine.” Draco pulled Hermione behind him, away from their leering eyes.

“Hermione has decided to take the Dark Mark. Voldemort will be pleased with me. As a reward, I may just ask for your useless neck, Lestrange. Do we have an understanding?” Draco smiled flatly.

Lestrange glared at him. “Perfectly.”

The Carrow’s laughed. “Not that you’ve settled your little dispute, we will take the Mudblood.”

Draco felt fear grip his belly and he let coldness settle over his features. “Why, may I ask?”

“She damaged another Deatheaters property. She must serve detention.” Alecto Carrow’s face gleamed with malice and excitement.

Draco knew the school rules and idly he wondered if Hermione had considered them before she broke Lestrange’s wand.

Draco looked across at Hermione with a defeated expression. Hermione turned to the Carrow’s and walked forward stubbornly.

Hermione bravely tossed back her head. “Let’s go then.”

Draco turned away from her determined look and raised an eyebrow to the Carrow’s. “I want her returned in one hour. Voldemort needs to see her on the morrow.”

The Carrow’s clapped their hands gleefully and nodded. Draco could feel Lestrange grinning at him but he ignored it. Draco watched as they dragged Hermione away and he shut the door.

A minute later, the only sound in the room was that of a young boy weeping.

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