The Subjugation of Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of JK Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence, course language, nudity and sexual content. reader discretion is advised.


Hermione dashed along the corridor clutching a large book to her chest. Her face was flushed with excitement. She was doing something daring and dangerous, taking a book from the restricted section without permission. She giggled to herself. Here she was, Hermione Granger, the rebel. Never in all her life had she once been in trouble or even thought about disobeying, but ever since coming to Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and especially befriending Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, things had changed. Was it a sign of growing up or just the terrible teens?

The young witch flew around a corner. Her foot caught something and she went sprawling to the ground in a tangle of wizard’s robes and unkempt mousy hair. The book went sliding over the floor and disappeared into the shadows. Hermoine rolled over onto her back, untangling herself from her robe and looked up into the sneering face of Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle stood to either side of him chuckling.

“Running in the halls Mudblood,” Draco exclaimed venomously. “That is a violation of one of Hogwart’s rules of safe conduct in the corridors.” A nasty smile crept over the Slytherin’s face and his two cronies chuckled. “I’m sure Filch would love to learn about this.”

A fiery rage exploded from Hermione’s chest and she shoved her hand into her robe pocket and pulled out her wand. As she flicked it out, the wand suddenly flew from her hand as Draco Malfoy yelled “Accio wand!” Draco caught it deftly and looked at it thoughtfully. “Another example for your disregard to the school. We should head straight to Dumbledore with this.”

Hermione sputtered. “You can’t… I didn’t…. How dare you!” Seething with rage, Hermione got to her feet and stood facing the three boys with unbridled fury. She pushed her hair away from her face. “Give me back my wand!” she shouted.

She straightened her robes over her young figure. Draco stared at her. Before the witch’s robe she wore closed around her, her developing body was visible. Her skirt clung to her curving hips and her blazer pushed out gently as her bosom heaved with her ire. Draco Malfoy stared, perhaps seeing her for the first time. She was a girl, and quite a fetching one at that, although she needed to do something with that hair. When his eyes met hers Hermione gasped in realization and she pulled her robe tighter around her body. Malfoy just laughed. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other confused.

“You know Mudblood, I don’t think I’ve ever noticed something before. You have quite the figure. What say we have a little fun with you, eh?” He looked at his cohorts and sighed in exasperation at their ignorance. “Would you like to see what she looks like underneath all those clothes?” Realization dawned on their oafish faces and they sniggered some more. Crabbe shrugged his shoulders in acquiescence. Hermione backed up slowly, horror creeping over her.

Before Hermione could flee, Malfoy raised his wand and shouted “Accio robe!” Instantly Hermione’s robe tugged up and over her head, pulling itself from her arms and flew to Malfoy. He didn’t catch it, but let it drop to the floor.

“Don’t!” she wailed. “I’ll scream!”

“I don’t think so,” Malfoy replied. “Silencio.” Hermione opened her mouth to cry for help but no sound came out. Malfoy had made her mute. Draco stepped close and smiled into her frightened eyes. “I told you that you would pay for your insults.”

The three Slytherins circled the young witch, all brandishing their wands. Hermione tried to keep her eyes on all three but when Goyle moved behind her, she was lost.

“Windgardium Leviosa,” Crabbe said and flicked his wrist. Hermione floated off the ground and hovered in midair before the three teens. Her mouth opened again but no sound emerged. She couldn’t call for help, she couldn’t run away, and without her wand she couldn’t protect herself. She was truly helpless. The boys stopped moving but with a tiny movement from Crabbe, Hermione began to spin slowly in the air.

“We’ll show you your proper place, Mudblood,” Malfoy said venomously. “Evanesco!” he shouted. Instantly, Hermione’s blazer vanished. Her tie hung limply in the air. Goyle flicked his wrist and used the same spell and Hermione’s white shirt disappeared. The boys whistled appreciatively at the sight of her white cotton bra. With all those clothes on it was difficult to tell that Hermione had a nicely developed bosom, but now that her top was gone and all she had to cover herself was her bra, her chest heaved in fear. Malfoy performed the spell again and her bra was gone. Goyle whistled and Crabbe and Malfoy leered. Hermione wrapped her arms around her naked chest quickly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her face was red with her anger and shame.

“Oh, don’t cover up Granger,” Malfoy laughed. “We want to see everything. Evanesco.” Suddenly Hermione only had her cotton knickers covering her. Malfoy pointed at Hermione and shouted “Imperio!” Crabbe and Goyle shot a worried glance at Malfoy. Hermione’s eyes went wide with shock at what the Slytherin wizard had just done. The Imperious Curse was one of the three unforgivable curses, taking away the free will of it’s victim. That someone would perform it here at Hogwart’s was outrageous. Malfoy only laughed gleefully. “Move your arms out of the way now, Granger.”

Hermione slowly pulled her arms away from her chest. Tears flowed from her eyes as she watched with hatred as Malfoy stared at her chest. “Now Mudblood, you’re going to give us a treat. Spread your legs apart.” Hermione’s legs parted without her say so. She tried to deny the force controlling her but could not. Her body was no longer hers. “Put your hand down your knickers and rub yourself.”

“No!” Hermione cried, her scream echoing in her head but no sound came forth from her mouth. Even as she fought the control of the curse her hand sunk behind the soft fabric of her panties. Her fingers tangled in her curly pubic hair and slid down her innocent lips. The soft touch of her fingers was electric even in this situation. She couldn’t help but moan at the touch. Hermione was very glad for the silencing spell at that moment. No way did she want these three creeps knowing that she liked touching herself. She closed her eyes tight as her delicate fingers moved between her lips which were becoming moist as she pleasured herself.

“I want to see!” Goyle said excitedly.

“Yes. Yes, so do I,“ Malfoy sneered.

Goyle raised his wand, preparing to take away the last barrier of Hermione’s modesty, but Malfoy stopped him. “No Goyle. It would be too easy for you to make her knickers vanish. I think it would be much more satisfying if Granger removed them herself. What do you say, Mudblood? Are you game?” Hermione stared in horror. They were already making her touch herself. Now they wanted her to take off her last bit of protection. She wouldn’t do it! She couldn’t! “Well come on Granger. Take them off. Slowly.”

Hermione’s hand pulled free of her panties and she slipped her fingers into the waistband at her hip. Her other hand did the same. The young witch felt her hands push slowly at her knickers and they slowly began to slide over her hips. More tears streaked down her cheeks.

“No!”

Hermione opened her eyes and saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley racing down the corridor towards them. Malfoy turned towards the two oncoming students and brought his wand around to bear down on Harry, which released Hermione from the Imperious Curse. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around her nakedness as she watched the scene unfold before her.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry exclaimed and Malfoy’s wand flew from his hand. Malfoy lunged for his fallen wand, but Harry grabbed his robe and pulled him back. The oily blonde boy kicked at Harry and managed to dislodge him.

“Accio wand!” Malfoy ordered using Hermione\'s wand, making his wand fly into his hand. Quickly turning, Malfoy shouted “Impedimenta!” and a white light shot from his wand and struck Harry sending him reeling backwards. A self satisfied smile rose on his face as he stalked towards Harry.

Goyle turned towards Ron and tried to use the disarming spell on him but Ron managed to duck out of the way in time. Coming to his feet, Ron pointed his wand at his attacker and managed to disarm him. Goyle flung himself at Ron and tackled him. His meaty fist landed into the red head’s stomach and Ron doubled up in pain.

Crabbe turned to watch his friends duel with Harry and Ron causing his attention to wane. Hermione fell to the floor in a heap. She curled into a ball covering herself in shame. She was momentarily forgotten and she wanted that to last forever. So much shame and humiliation in the span of less than an hour was almost too much to bear. How could anyone be so cruel, so sadistic? But then she thought about who the culprit was and a heat rose in her belly. How dare Malfoy do such a thing. He had taken her dignity away from her and he had even taken her free will from her. Hermione vowed that it would never happen again.

Harry noticed Goyle pummelling his best friend and taking his wand let loose a stunning spell at the bully. Goyle dropped to the ground in a heap and Ron gave him a small smile in thanks. That was the opening Malfoy was looking for. “Crucio!” he yelled and Harry let out a howl of pain and fell to his knees in agony. Harry rolled on the floor, his body seemingly on fire as Malfoy stood over him. Malfoy smiled hatefully as he cursed Harry with pain.

Ron brandished his wand, preparing to come to his friend’s aid when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Crabbe flicking his wand in his direction. Instinctively Ron shouted “Protego!” and the curse that was flying in his direction bounced harmlessly away from him.

“You’re in over your head this time Potter,” Malfoy sneered. He smiled in delight as Harry cried out as another gut wrenching burst of lightning shot through his body. “The Dark Lord will reward me handsomely for this.”

Hermione watched Crabbe and Ron send spells flying back and forth. She turned to see Malfoy standing over Harry who was writhing in pain on the floor. She picked up Goyle’s fallen wand and flicked her wrist towards Crabbe. A weak beam hit the boy in the back and he turned to look at what struck him. Seeing his opportunity Ron yelled “Stupefy!” and Crabbe flew across the corridor and landed in a heap, unconscious.

Catching Ron’s eye, she put her hands to her throat and looked desperately at her friend. His face screwed up in confusion but suddenly he realized that the girl couldn’t speak. He pointed his wand at Hermione and uttered the counter spell to the silencing curse. Hermione now able to speak, yelled “Accio wand!” Her wand tore out of Malfoy’s robe and shot into her hand. Surprised, he turned towards her and seeing her standing there with wand in hand he opened his mouth to cry out when the young witch cried “Petrificus Totalus.” Malfoy turned the customary greyish hue and fell to the floor with a thud. Relief washed over her and Hermione sank to the floor in exhaustion, both physically and emotionally.

Ron ran to her side and wrapped his arms around her. “Hermione? Are you okay?” She clutched him and sobbed again now that she was safe. Harry staggered over and flung his robe around her, covering her shivering body.

“I think we should get you to the hospital wing.”

“No!” Hermione cried out in a weak voice. “No. Please. Just help me to Gryffindor tower.”

“But Hermione….” Ron began.

“Whatever we do,” Harry began. “We should do quickly. Filch probably heard all this ruckus and will be on his way.” Ron nodded and seeing as how Hermione still refused to go see Madam Pomfrey and the hospital wing, they set off for the Gryffindor common room, leaving the three Slytherins lying in the corridor.

Harry and Ron managed to get Hermione back to the Gryffindor common room without incident. Luckily it was so late that everyone was in bed so there was no one to ask questions. It would have been slightly awkward explaining why the young witch was only wearing Harry’s robe and looking dishevelled and very much the worse for wear. Her eyes were red from crying and she trembled uncontrollably.

“Here we are Hermione,” Harry said gently. He steered her to her favourite armchair by the fire and made to sit her down.

In a panic, Hermione clutched at Harry and cried, “No! Don’t leave me. Please. Please.”

“Alright. I won’t leave.” Harry sat down in the chair and pulled Hermione into his lap where she curled against him. Her body was warm against him but still she shivered. Harry looked at Ron. The two friends stared at one another for a minute before Harry said, “Ron, could you get a blanket and a glass of water for Hermione.”

“Right,” Ron replied and hurried to fetch the items. He returned quickly and handed Harry the glass of water as he unfurled the blanket and laid it over Hermione. He sat down across from them and watched as Harry held the glass for Hermione as she slowly took a sip of water. Harry stroked her hair as she drank the water and took the glass from her when she emptied it. Ron watched helplessly. How could anyone do this to her? Hermione was gentle and kind and sweet and never hurt anything in her life. Hell, she tried to save those she felt were less fortunate. Her and her mission to save the house elves for example. They didn’t want to be saved but Hermione wanted to help anyway. Now here she was, attacked and scared out of her wits. It wasn’t right. Someone was going to pay.

“Damn that Malfoy!” Ron exclaimed. “He has some nerve. How would he like it if someone did all that to him? I’m going to rip him a new one, I will.”

Hermione flinched. Her trembling intensified and she began to whimper. Her arms wrapped around Harry tightly and she pushed herself closer as if trying to meld with him. “Ron,” Harry said quietly, but Ron was oblivious. He kept ranting about how he was going to tear Malfoy limb from limb, make him eat slugs (even though the last time Ron had tried that, it was him who had been the one with slugs erupting from his mouth). “Ron! RON!”

“What?”

“Please be quiet. This isn’t helping any.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Ron sat down and wrung his hands together.

They sat in silence for a time. The fire crackling in the hearth slowly began to fade out. It was very late and Harry was beginning to get sleepy. He looked over and saw Ron’s head droop several times before the red headed boy finally jerked awake. Harry smiled at Ron who gave a sheepish grin back. But the smiles vanished quickly as they both looked at Hermione. Her trembling had ceased but her eyes were still wide with fear and very, very red. “Hermione, maybe we should get you to the hospital wing.” Hermione shook her head quickly.

“No. Please. I… I don’t want anyone to know.”

“You don’t want anyone to know???” Ron asked incredulously. “Why not? This is grounds for expulsion. We could finally be rid of Malfoy and his lot.”

But still Hermione shook her head. She shifted in Harry’s lap and the robe opened up a little exposing her shapely legs. Both boys stared. Harry gasped in astonishment as Hermione began kissing his face and begging, “Please Harry. Don’t tell anyone. Please. Please. Please.” Harry grabbed her arms and held her at arms length to look at her. She looked down and her hair hid her face from his view. Harry looked at Ron and saw that he was just as surprised as Harry.

“What’s gotten into you Hermione? I think Malfoy muddled your brain more than we thought. We really must get you to Madam Pomfrey straight away.” Hermione jumped to her feet, the robe flying open. Before she had a chance to close it around her again, her two friends were afforded a glimpse of her body beneath. Ron sucked in a gulp of air as he saw her. He was surprised at how… womanly Hermione was. He never thought of her as a very sexy girl. She was just Hermione. Now, seeing her like this Ron began to understand his flashes of jealousy he had when Viktor Krum had shown an interest in her. Viktor had seen the woman behind the books and cleverness. He had seen that Hermione was special and pretty and, yes, even sexy. Ron grimaced and looked away ashamed at himself. How could he be thinking like this? Hermione was beside herself with shock and humiliation. She had been attacked and she needed comfort, not lustful thoughts from her friends.

Even as Ron raged against his emotions, Harry was in a battle with his own. He noticed Hermione’s body and it took his breath away. Harry was in awe. Cho had made his stomach do back flips, but seeing Hermione like this made his whole body come alive. His heartbeat was racing and sweat beaded his brow. Even more telling was the growing bulge in his pants. It was uncomfortable but it felt so good. He enjoyed having her in his lap. It made him feel strong and like a protector. It made him feel like a man. He stood up and pulled Hermione into his arms and held her tight. She melted against him. Harry felt like he was on fire. It shouldn’t be like this he thought. Hermione was in pain. She needed comfort and support. Harry’s hand moved down to the small of her back and pulled her even closer. He could feel the heat coming from Hermione and felt her body press against his. The bulge in his pants grew and pushed, straining against his pants. It rubbed against Hermione’s stomach and she jumped back. Her eyes locked onto Harry’s, the first eye contact she had made, and the look of confusion and fear made his heart break.

“Hermione... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” but Harry didn’t finish as Hermione dashed from the common room, up the stairs to her dorm.

Hermione flew into her room and jumped into bed. She was thankful that it was so late and Lavender and Parvati were asleep. She didn’t want anyone to know of her shame. She was so confused. How could being attacked affect her so? How could being placed under the Imperious Curse arouse her like it did? Worst of all was her reaction to Harry. She had flung herself at him, kissed him in weakness. The feeling of his erection was a testament to her perversity. Hermione curled up under her blankets with her tears streaming down her face. “How will I face Harry in the morning?” she whispered. “What must he think of me?”