Subjugation

Draco Malfoy woke to the incredible feeling of something tight, warm and wet surrounding his manhood. He moaned and pushed up into it, \"yes.\" His hands found silken hips.

Gray eyes snapped open as he heard a moan in return.

Hermione Granger, Potter\'s pal, one of the Golden Trio had him on his back and was riding his cock. She was beautiful with her hair flying wild and very large breasts bouncing. \"Hermione,\" he gasped as her body clenched around him, once again triggering his release, which flooded her body.

She collapsed across him.

\"The potion wore off hours ago,\" Draco panted kissing her forehead.

\"So?\" She snuggled against him.

\"Just thought you should know,\" he shrugged then raised a hand to her cheek. Hermione noticed the burn scar on his arm: it was about the length of her hand, in the shape a striking snake. She was sure that it was made by a branding iron. But tried not to stare, she knew he was self-conscious.

\"This is so wrong, on so many levels,\" he told her with a barely visible smile.

\"At least I did not lose my virginity to Sirius Black,\" Hermione head her head up high.

\"You may not believe this, but, despite my father\'s best efforts to get me into his favorite brothel, I was a virgin too.\"

\"You could have fooled me.\" Hermione smiled.

\"Thanks.\" His fair skin flushed pink. But he sat up and looked her in the eye as he said. \"I wish we knew why Black came after you with that lust potion in the first place. Touching a student, that was reckless.\"

\"He used a fertility potion too the prick! Black wanted to knock me up!\" She could not help but tremble with anger at the thought. Draco\'s arms wrapped around her as he held her close. \"I know you had the presence of mind to use a contraceptive spell. Thank you.\"

\"I tried to use one. In the shape I was in, and with a fertility potion in both our blood, it might not have worked.\" He could not lie.

Hermione sat up hugging herself. \"He was trying to make me pregnant!\" suddenly she gasped. \"Oh Merlin! He and Dumbledore, they are planning to do to me what they are doing to Severus!\"

\"I would not put it past the bastards, but why? Why would he risk it? Dumbledore might be able to disavow any knowledge of it and survive as Headmaster with help from the Wizongamot, but if this gets out Black would be ruined.\" Draco sat up. \"Do you think that they suspect that you know about Severus? That they want to be sure that you are unable to work against them. Or they might be angry that they think you are seeing me,\" said Draco as he turned away. \"My family has been disgraced. You saw Dumbledore\'s eyes when he realized it was you that I had been kissing.\"

\"What your father did is hardly your fault.\" She touched his cheek, the scarred one. \"You are a good man Draco Malfoy.\"

The Slytherin leaned over and kissed her. \"There was a time when I tried to be like my father, when I said things to you...\"

\"The one who said those things was a spoiled little boy who knew only privilege and was raised in hatred. That was another person, a lifetime ago.\" Hermione kissed him back.

They just held one another for a while, until Draco finally took a deep breath. \"I do not know any way to detect pregnancy that would work before seven days.\"

\"Me either,\" Hermione nodded. \"But it does not matter.\" He started to speak, but she placed a hand over his mouth. \"I know there are potions that can stop this, but I will not allow those monsters to make me kill an innocent.\"

\"Hermione, I do not have the Malfoy fortune anymore that is true. But I am not quite destitute. My father planned for every contingency. I have access to assets in Wizard and Muggle banks that the Ministry does not know about, so if you are pregnant with my child, I can, and will support you in whatever way you need.\"

\"That means a lot to me.\" She lifted her skirt from the floor. \"The sun is rising; we had best get back to our dorms. Damn, Black! He kept my panties!\"

\"If I were you, I would not want them back now,\" he said with disgust. \"Hermione, I do not know if we will be able to talk to one another for a while. For your own safety you will need to stay surrounded by Gryffindors, especially Potter to keep Black off of you. He will not give up.\" Draco brushed her tangled hair from her face. Then he closed his eyes, and sighed. \"If we are unable to communicate I will insult you this coming Monday when we leave Advanced Potions. Turn my hair blue if you are, red if you are not.\"

\"Draco Malfoy.\" She kissed his cheek. \"I cannot say that I love you. But I think that I am beginning to like you.\"

---

The air was unseasonably warm. Severus used his wand to lay out a large red blanket beneath an enormous oak tree. Several house elves set out a basket of food, some wine and a small bassinet.

Severus sat down carefully cradling his son in his arms. Things tried to invade his mind.

\'Do not think about it.\'

He was still a little sore in places, even after the healing potions. Every pain was another reminder of what had been done to him. He tried not to think about last night. He should be used to this by now!

But he trembled as the memories came anyway. He could only hold Godric tightly, and lose himself in his son\'s midnight blue eyes.

***

He had sucked Black off four times. He thought he would be sick from the sheer volume of seed he was forced to swallow.

And when Black woke up he leapt on Severus, bent his legs against his chest then plunged into his female opening.

After his third ejaculation in there, he decided that he wanted something tighter. He had just pulled out of one opening, and slammed into the other.

On his fourth orgasm in that orifice, Sirius Black had finally groaned and fell over onto his side, sound asleep. His desperate need sated, he could finally rest.

Black snored like a dragon with bronchitis.

Severus had been left sprawled on the floor in the tattered remains of the once rather elegant red corset, stinking of sex, dripping semen and blood from all three openings.

\"Come here Severus,\" Albus ordered. He still sat on the bed, cock out and hard as he patted his thigh, like calling a dog.

Severus dragged himself to his feet, but lurched drunkenly on the heels. He kicked them off, but still ended up being forced to crawl to the bed. Dumbledore took his arm and helped him to stand. \"Severus my Pet, you are a mess.\"

\"Yes Albus.\" He bowed his head, hiding his face with his hair. He expected Albus to put him on his back and take him.

With one swift movement the Headmaster jerked on him by the arms and brutally shoved him face first into the bed, one hand on the back of his neck, pinning him!

Severus struggled, he was smothering until suddenly as the hand came off his neck, his anus was breached in one savage thrust.

His already sore hole was mercilessly plundered.

When the assault finally ended, he was crying. \"Sh, it is alright Severus.\" His arse was kneaded gently, then licked.

\"Stop trembling my dear, very soon now, when Sirius and I have his bride to entertain us, things will be easier for you.\"

\"Yes Albus,\" he sobbed, too confused and sore to care at that moment who the unfortunate girl might be.

\"Let me get you some healing potion,\" he said gently, and Severus felt the weight lift from the bed, then after a moment it returned. \"Drink this.\" It was very strong. Some of the stuff Severus had made when he was spying on Voldemort.

\"You need to get outside, get some sun.\" Dumbledore played with his hair. \"A picnic! Oh that will be marvelous! I will have the house elves pack a lunch. We can have lemon cake!\"

***

Severus shivered at the overwhelming memory but began to relax as he heard his son. He gently kissed Godric\'s cheek. His son gurgled and made other cute little baby noises that helped to sooth him. Severus cooed back, eyes wet with tears.

He had to find a way to save Godric from becoming a monster like his father.

It had been a relief that Dumbledore had been called by the School Board at the last minute. Oh, the Headmaster promised that he would be along later, but for a little while at least he was alone with his child.

---

At that same time Remus Lupin woke with a start.

The first thing he did was look at his hands. For the last three nights in a row, they had been claws.

On a night with only a sliver of moon, he had changed into a wolf. But somehow, even without the potion he had kept his mind.

But this was different from the wolfsbane potion. It was not just him, the wolf was there also. Since it had broken through to his conscious mind in the pensive they had begun to merge.

Though they were still separate individuals, there was now a strong emotional link between them.

What Remus found surprising was that the wolf was not the murderous creature he expected it to be. It was really only confused. It could not speak, for the wolf knew no words, but with feelings and mental pictures it told him its story.

It was conceived the night that he was bitten, born the night of the next full moon. It had woken to the world in pain, fear, and darkness. This newly born creature had come to awareness chained and alone. Why was it bound? It did not understand what was happening.

Wolves are pack animals, so the wolf hated to be alone. It tore at itself, not because it wanted to rend some helpless victim, but in desperation and loneliness.

It had been so happy when the others arrived. When the near wolf, the horned one and the little scampering one had come to play! It had been so wonderful not to be trapped, or bound, but to finally run free.

The wolf also remembered the first time that it saw its future mate. So tall, pale and beautiful, walking through the tunnel towards the wolf\'s den. It had wanted him that night, would have mated with him, but before the wolf could claim his own, its love had been dragged away!

Why had he been taken? Remus could feel the confusion and anger.

It had been hard to try and get the wolf to understand that everyone assumed that the werewolf was dangerous. They thought that it would hurt Severus. The wolf had whimpered as Remus tried to explain that Severus might be afraid of it also.

When he finally managed to calm it, Remus decided that they had enough of an understanding that it was time for him to go out and explore with his new self.

Remus dressed in a plain gray suit and his old threadbare robes, though when he glanced in the mirror to be sure that there was nothing amiss, he could not help but notice that he looked different. He could not put his finger on it exactly, except for the yellow circle around the outside of his irises.

It was as if he were Remus Lupin, only more so?

He felt more confident, stronger, more aware then he had ever been. He felt as if his world had expanded exponentially. The wolf now had the benefit of his mind, of reason, and he was the recipient of its strength and senses.

It was odd to be able to smell what Minerva had eaten for breakfast. He could smell her perfume, and the soap he had used this morning, the detergent that the elves had used on her clothes.

He actually had to hold himself back from her because the wolf wanted to put his nose to her throat for an even better whiff of her scent.

That was a strange feeling.

Even so she kept staring at him. Was something different? She had asked.

Had he cut his hair?

He was going down the row taking in the scents either from those that were in the room, or from their chairs. He liked the way Hagrid smelled. He had the tang of moist earth, grain, raw meat, both of those from feeding his creatures no doubt.

But his hackles rose on the back of his neck as he smelled the scent of lemon, with a fainter hint of blood and sex that had to be Dumbledore in the Great hall. The wolf wanted to howl, it raged with feral fury wanting to rend this creature that in its mind had defiled its mate. But Lupin\'s mind reached out and held it with a firm hand. \'Not yet.\' He forced the wolf to back down. It did not like it, but it had obeyed.

Both forgot about Dumbledore when the sweet smell that the wolf identified as a nursing female washed over them. Severus, it must be. Bidding a hasty farewell to the staff in the hall, he let the wolf follow the wonderful smell and track down its mate.

It led him out to the gardens at the west wall of Hogwarts. His heart leapt as he saw the object of both of their desires sitting on a blanket having a picnic lunch.

As Remus moved closer he took in the sight of his love, or what he hoped one day would be his love. He could not take his eyes from Severus. His movements were graceful as he poured himself a glass of what looked like red wine, and raised it to drink. Soft pink tongue licked a few stray drops from his lips.

The werewolf\'s eyes wandered down to those long, long legs. They were half curled beneath him, slippers off, white skin exposed to view.

He looked so delicate, long hair braided into one thick plait down his back. His soft velvet robes enhancing his exquisite form. Remus had always been attracted, but somehow now, he found Severus irresistible.

Remus had to close his eyes. He could not believe the picture that the wolf was sending him! He had to laugh when he thought about it. It is true that he now knew that the wolf was more then a beast.

But he could not believe what the wolf was fixated on!

He felt himself becoming erect as he opened his eyes and found them drawn to Severus. The wolf inside was all but clawing at his skin aching with desire.

He was coming to accept this creature as a part of himself, not a monster. But Remus was shocked to find out that the wolf was a sexual being.

If the wolf had its way, Remus would at that moment be on his hands and knees in front of Severus, licking his feet.

It wanted to taste Severus\' slim feet, to run its tongue over his admittedly delectable toes. Nibble on the little bumps over his ankles. Trace the curve of his arch with his nose.

\'Oh, this is just great,\' he chuckled. \'My inner wolf has a foot fetish!\'

Of course, the wolf did not want to stop at his toes. In fact it gave him an embarrassingly clear picture of his wolf form nosing Severus onto his back, nuzzling snuggly between his legs and shagging him senseless!

\"Lupin?\" Severus\' very sexy voice startled him from his strange visions. \"I did not know you were here.\"

Remus almost asked how he could not know, as he sat down on the blanket. But then he realized what had happened. While he had seen the other man many times these past few weeks, sat with him for hours, Severus had been unconscious.

\"Please Severus, call me Remus. We have known one another long enough to be on a first name basis.\" He walked over to where Severus sat next to his child who gurgled in his bassinet. \"I arrived the day of your, accident.\"

\"Wonderful timing as always,\" the black haired wizard said softly, though at the end he added, \"Remus.\"

\"I hope it gets better soon.\" Remus was surprised that the wolf was not so much aroused by the sight of his love, but felt a wave of protectiveness for both Severus and the baby. \"You have a lovely baby Severus. I saw him when Albus showed him after the birth. But he was all wrapped up and about two meters away.\" Godric had begun to fidget. Severus lifted him out of the little bed again. \"Would it be OK if I held him?\"

\"Do you know how?\"

\"I have a lot of very young cousins. So, yes, I have held an infant once or twice.\" His heart pounded in his chest as Severus carefully placed the tiny frail bundle in his arms. Remus carefully supported the little head and looked into the face of utter innocence.

If he had not seen the pensive, Remus would never have believed that this beautiful miracle had been created in such an ugly brutal manner.

\"Hello Godric.\" Remus held the child close and took in the scents that filed his nostrils. He was almost overwhelmed by the scents of mother\'s milk, talcum powder, baby lotion, and the delicate smell of newness. He felt almost drunk on the heady, earthy, sweet smell of the baby. He rubbed his nose against Godric\'s. To an outside observer he seemed to be simple fussing over the child.

In fact he was indulging the wolf, it wanted to scent the child, to feel him, to know him.

\'Mine!\'

Remus started as the single syllable rang in his mind. He almost laughed, though in a way he knew that he should be proud.

His inner wolf had said its first word.

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