Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

ALL WARNINGS, if you hate non-consensual sex. Leave now.



Draco stared at Granger as his words sunk in.

Hermione looked tired, plain and simple. Her hair was a frizzy rat-ball’s nest and dark circles outlined her dull eyes, set in a pale face. She did not look like she had eaten in a month. Painfully thin, she even lost the breasts that Draco knew for a fact that she had.

That particular knowledge was gained through a titillating experience during his fifth year while Umbridge was around. Granger had been keeping secrets and Draco blackmailed her into letting him cop a feel in exchange he would keep the Room of Requirement secret for a little while. Eventually it had not mattered anymore anyway. Still, the look of rage on her face when he made her let him touch her was worth it.

The war had killed any kind of fun mischievous pranks at the school. The Carrow’s were a pair of sick puppies and having those people teaching students was a joke. Although Hermione would never believe him, he actually was doing her a favor.

Draco smiled slowly as Hermione trembled in thought. God, she was so obvious. Her every heartbeat focused on her planning an escape.

Draco picked up a copy of ‘Moste Potente Potions’ and thumbed through it. Classes began tomorrow, not that it really mattered anymore, but his mother had insisted he still go. Draco tossed the book down on the bed and pulled off his shirt.

Hermione turned to see what fell on the bed and she locked her gaze with Draco’s chest. His chest was muscular and lean, and it made her eyes glaze over slightly.

“What are you doing Malfoy?” Hermione sputtered slightly. “Put your shirt back on.”

“Why Granger? Cant breath at the sight of me?” Draco sneers and flops on the bed.

Hermione blinks at the soft pale hair that makes a trail down his belly leading into the waist of his silk pants.

Draco flipped the pillow to rest behind him and he opened the book.

Hermione felt strangely domestic in this weird situation. Draco looked completely unperturbed to have her in his bedroom, while his shirt was off and he studied.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Where am I supposed to sleep, Malfoy?”

Draco lowered the book and gaze heatedly at her, his smile growing slyly. “Where do you think you sleep?”

Hermione swallowed hard as her imagination took over. “With you?”

Draco said nothing but lowered his eyelashes to her in contemplation. He reached a hand out and patted the other side of the bed.

Hermione looked pointedly at him. “I have no clothes. Nobody let us bring our things.”

Draco shrugged. “You can wear one of my shirts, until your clothing arrives.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped. “But they couldn’t possibly know where my things are!”

“Actually, Mudblood’s will be supplied a set of robes, ordained by the school. That is all. They will be delivered tomorrow.” Draco thumbed over another page in the book, no longer looking at her.

Hermione looked like her rage was strangling her. Her face reddened and she gasped. “I’m not sleeping with you and especially not in your bloody shirt!”

“I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear that.” Roldolphus Lestrange's smooth voice rippled from behind her.

Standing in the open door it was obvious that Azkaban had ravaged the Death Eater a bit. Lestrange was once a good-looking man whose allegiance to the Dark Lord had changed him into a cruel looking dark wizard that rivaled Severus Snape on a bad day.

A flash of white teeth reminded her of the Muggle stories of the Wolf. Hermione stumbled back and sat on the bed next to Draco, staring hard at Rodolphus.

Lestrange had almost succeeded in killing her once. Hermione still remembered the immense pain he had given to her and plus, she had killed his wife. He seemed almost too jovial considering what she had done to him.

Lestrange moved closer into the room and Draco glared at him. “Knock did ya? Strange, I didn’t hear it.”

“Come now Draco, no need to get testy. I just wanted to see for myself the little Mudblood that so captivated Voldemort’s attention. I couldn’t help overhearing that the princess does not like her castle too much…?” Lestrange grabbed the chair by the desk and flipped it, straddling it and staring at her with gleaming dark eyes.

“You know, you could be with the other Mudbloods. I can arrange that for you. Would you like that?” Lestrange offered cordially.

Hermione nodded cautiously. Why be here with Draco when she could be starting a rebellion with the other captives.

Draco cursed under his breath at Lestrange’s offer. Hermione was going to fall for this crap; she was naive enough to think it was a good idea. She did not know what the other Mudbloods were being used for.

Draco scowled at Rodolphus and slid off the bed, closing his book. “Trust me; this one is too skinny for your purposes. She is all hair and no curves.” Lestrange’s eyes glittered as he stared down at Hermione on the bed.

Hermione suddenly felt very far away from herself. Draco cupped one of her breasts nonchalantly as she froze. Draco seemed to weigh it in his hands.

“The mudblood needs to gain weight. She is too skinny. She had huge jugs before.” Draco’s tone was dispassionate, as if he was discussing an object.

Hermione suddenly felt grateful for that coldness, at least in the face of the leering that Lestrange did that made her want to crawl inside herself and die. Hermione resisted the urge to slap Draco’s face as she felt his hand slide down to her belly and rest there.

Draco stared icily at Lestrange. “She is all skin and bones.”

Lestrange growled slightly. “If she wants to go, she can.”

Hermione stared at the two darkly contrasted men. One man was obvious, with his ruthlessly cruel demeanor, his dark looks and deranged features. The other man was more subtle, a golden fallen angel with a cold, sadistic streak.

Rudolphus grabbed Hermione by the arm and pulled her to her feet. “Come Mudblood. I will help you, even if you are skinny and unappealing.”

Hermione yelped as Lestrange grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her towards the door. Draco watched with cold, indifferent eyes as she was lead from his room.

Draco sighed and pulled on his robes hurriedly, around his bare chest. Granger always got into trouble at school, so this was genuinely of little surprise to him.

Lestrange was hurting her arm as he dragged her further into the dungeon, after a few minutes they reached a large bolted door.

Lestrange’s eyes glowed and he waved his wand for a moment. Unwarding the door, it clicked open. Lestrange released her arm. “Well, Mudblood. Sleep here tonight. You got your wish.”

Hermione noted that it was quiet and dark. Something felt swishy inside her stomach as she contemplated the door in front of her. A noise alerted her to Draco’s presence behind her.

Hermione darted a quick look at his eyes but they revealed nothing to her. Empty like windowpanes on a gray foggy day.

Hermione hesitantly pushed open the door and walked through. Hermione could hear a ‘Pop’ sound as suddenly noises were deafening. Screams, moans, crying, smacking, wet slapping, and groans filled her ears and words whispered across the wet rock floor beneath her feet. Hermione closed herself off and felt herself float above the noises. Her sense of smell was burning from the varying degrees of musk, metallic, burning smells that were in that moment, her very definition of evil. Hermione forced her eyes open and saw things that burned into her retinas.

Amycus Carrow has one of the Muggleborn, sixth years pushed forward onto her knees, her face pushed into Alecto’s legs. The poor girl’s mouth was open as she sloppily cried in between Alecto’s wet center. With every fresh sob, Alecto shrieked with pleasure.

Hermione felt the vomit come up before she could help herself. Falling to her knees she dry vomited harshly.

The ground felt slick with blood and something chunkier, wet and she realized that she was not the first one to lose her lunch here.

“Yes, you filthy little Mudblood, you know the only thing you will be learning here today is to please your masters. By the end of the year, once you are sterilized, you will become the perfect mistress for any Death Eater. First, you must learn to please a Mistress as well. So continue!”

Alecto pressed harder on the girls face and buried her between her legs. Hermione frantically tried to recall the girls name. Mariah something.

Amycus grinned sadistically watching as his sister forced the poor child deeper between her legs, smothering her almost.

“When is it my turn, sister? She does have a perfectly round rump, a bit of a poke would hardly hurt the child.” He giggled and he ran his finger over the crack of her buttocks slowly.

Mariah cried out and struggled to rise, but Amycus forced her body back down as he explored her from behind with his pudgy fingers.

“No, no that wouldn’t do.” Amycus slid his finger into her tightly puckered hole without any fan fare.

Mariah screamed from the sudden intrusion, bucking wildly from the pain. Alecto getting the brunt of her screams and bucking, pushed the girls face into her pussy, suddenly arched her back as she slammed the girls face back down.

“Yes! Yes, oh good Gods brother. You always did have the best timing.” Alecto panted as her hands suddenly rubbed the girls face, all over her flowing juices from her orgasm.

Mariah sobbed as she tried to breath from the cum dripping between her legs. The pain searing her from behind, added with the humiliation of drinking the entire Headmistress’s cum, caused her to suddenly black out.

The girl fell limp between Alecto’s legs and she pushed her body off her with a look of disgust. “Bloody great. She didn’t finish cleaning me off.”

Alecto slowly rose to her feet staring at the now comatose girl at her feet.

“I think I can handle it.” Lestrange strode forward grasping Hermione by the upper arm. “The Mudblood refused the Malfoy suite. Said that she wished she was with her other Mudblood friends.”

Alecto narrowed her eyes slightly and stared down at Hermione. Hermione was plainly in shock.

“This is one of the Golden Trio. She is strong and rebellious. The Dark Lord was very clear; he wanted Malfoy to handle her. Still, since she is here. Imperius!”

Hermione could feel the effect of it before she could react, and her legs propelled her forward reluctantly. Hermione could feel tears spilling down her cheeks, as she dropped to her knees before Alecto. Lestrange and his cronies suddenly

Hermione could smell the scent of sex and musky earthiness dripping off Alecto’s sweaty thighs. Hermione felt the compulsion and she leaned forward, extending her tongue to touch the wetness seeping down from her wet slippery folds.

Humiliation burned into her cheeks, as she was forced to bury her nose into her slit first. Compelled still, she gently began to lap at the wet sopping folds. Hermione gagged on the sour taste of sweat and woman but she compulsively swallowed.

“Enough!” Draco pushed through the crowd of Death Eaters heading for Alecto.

Draco looked furious and Hermione continued her ministrations since Alecto did not lift the spell as of yet. Hermione felt disgusted with herself for not being able to prevent the Imperius command and her eyes filled with self-loathing as she continued to swallow the refuse.

Draco jerked Hermione back from Alecto and inserted himself in between them. Hermione clawed at the back of his legs as she tried to get back to Alecto, still suffering from the curse.

“Drop it…” Draco’s quiet voice held a warning that Alecto recognized. Alecto shrugged and released Hermione from the Imperius.

Hermione fell to the floor sobbing at Draco’s feet. Draco merely stared down at her before turning to Alecto. “You know the Dark Lord’s instructions Carrow. He would be displeased to hear you ignored them.” Draco murmured icily.

Lestrange laughed behind him as Hermione tried to pull herself into a fetal position, huddling behind Draco for protection. “Yes, Malfoy. His decree specifically entailed giving the Mudblood what she wanted, within reason.”

“And we did… She asked to come here.” Lestrange salivated slightly. “Besides, from the looks of it, I just did you a huge favor.”

Hermione whimpered as she tried to block Lestrange’s words out, her hands pressed tightly to her ears. Draco looked at him in disgust and he leaned down and picked her up.

Hermione just shuddered as she felt his hands on her, but she did not protest the sudden warmth. She felt so cold. Hermione’s face sought the warmth of his neck as Draco held her. Pressing her wet face to his skin, Hermione sobbed harder, closing her eyes.

Alecto smirked slightly. “What’s the big deal? This is nothing compared to what we do to the others.”

Draco shrugged slightly with indifference, shifting Hermione’s weight a bit in his arms. “I just follow orders. You would be wise to do the same.”

Draco heard a guttural noise behind him and Fenrir stepped out to the side of him. “Who died and made you head boss.”

The werewolf’s teeth jutted out sharply, his rangy build covered by hair and the sudden scent of blood, sex and death trickled into Draco’s nostrils. Draco breathed deeply before turning to face him.

Draco’s eyes reflected a bit of the cold rage that gripped him right now. The eyes of the damned soul that he was began to seep through and even Fenrir took an involuntary step back.

“Severus Snape, oh… and my Father, the weak sod.” Draco murmured with a quiet tone that belied the maliciousness of his words.

All of the Death Eaters remembered what happened when Draco had destroyed his father for Voldemort. He had tortured him to death. The screams were heard throughout the Mansion it was said.

Voldemort had been so impressed with the depth of his hatred and determination; he had replaced Malfoy as his right-hand-man after Snape died. The only reason he was still in school was to serve one purpose. Granger. The Dark Lord had plans for the last member of the Trio. His trophy. Hermione Granger.

Grudgingly Fenrir moved out of the way, and Malfoy carried the girl from the chamber.

Draco turned over the images of Granger and Alecto in his head. He had never felt such rage before in his life. Something in seeing Granger broken that way infuriated him. He felt sick and he wanted to break every bone in that old cunt’s face.

Draco purposefully made his way back to his room and kicked the door shut. Granger was still making small snuffling noises as she tried to burrow her way into his neck. He had tried to warn her but since when does Granger ever listen to him. Bloody know-it-all.

A moment had happened in that dungeon that caused him to pause. Granger had gone to him for protection. She had huddled at his feet like a supplicating cat. Draco had felt a surge of lust at that. Hermione was begging him for help, on her knees. It almost made up for some of the things that the Trio had done over the years.

Draco set her down on the bed. He lowered himself to stare into her eyes. “Granger… Mudblood.” He snapped his fingers in her face but she did not blink.

Draco felt something twist inside him at her lack of responsiveness. He did not know what possessed him to do it. Perhaps some sadistic side of him wanted the angst that would follow his action. But, Draco just could not help himself.

Suddenly Draco leaned forward and brushed her mouth with his lips, softly. Pulling back, he looked for a reaction; he did not have to wait long.

“You sick, foul, loathsome…” Granger snapped to life and she wailed her hands, trying to slap at him.

Hermione felt herself move again. This feeling felt familiar, this hatred and disgust with Malfoy. Strangely, it felt normal and she reveled in it. Hermione hissed as she tried to connect with his face and Draco easily evaded her slap.

“How could you?” Hermione suddenly ran out of anger and Draco felt his heart stop at her broken tone.

“I always hoped for you to change you know.” Her words sounded dull to him and he dropped her hands as if they were dragon fire. Draco rose and turned to face the bookcase, not facing her.

“Somehow, I never gave up hoping you would join our side.” Hermione said flatly.

Draco stared across at her but did not meet her eyes. “Then you are a fool.”

Hermione nodded hollowly. “Yes, I was.”

Draco dismissed the urge to throw all the books to the floor in a fit of anger. Hermione sounded so numb, so dead. He did not know why it bothered him but it did.

Seeing Granger there with tears stains on her face on his bed, should have been the highlight to a terrible year. Instead, he felt odd.

Draco slammed his fist into the wall.

“Well, we better get on with it.” Draco whispered grimly.”

Hermione stared across at him uncomprehending his meaning.

Draco cursed under his breath and walked slowly towards her.

“You didn’t really think that you would sit in my room, eat my food, wear my clothes and do nothing at all for me, did you?”

Hermione tilted her head as the cobwebs began to clear in her befuddled brain.

“Take off your clothes, Granger. I want to fuck you now.” Draco’s blunt words shocked her.

Hermione looked suspiciously at him. Draco did not look like someone who wanted to have sex; he looked like someone who wanted to punch a hole in the wall.

Maybe she was that hole, Hermione thought grimly.

Draco walked closer and dropped his robes as he moved. He was wearing the silk drawstring pants from earlier still. Hermione stared across at him with undisguised confusion.

“But why? I’m not attractive, you said so yourself.” Hermione shifted on the bed and scooted back until her back was touching the wall.

Draco looked annoyed. His silvery gaze was slowly heating up, as some of her original annoying personality started to peek through. This perversely caused a leap of lust in him and he could feel himself hardening.

Draco Malfoy suddenly knew he was in deep, deep trouble.




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This is a definite step away from my nicer storyline. Sorry if you do not like it but I have the plot bunny bug.