Broomsticks and Bondage

Chapter Two

It was Hogwarts all right. A little worse for wear and with a different name now, but still Hermione’s beloved school. In the entranceway there were a series of placards paying homage to the dead. Lupin,Tonks, Fred Weasely,Sirius Black,James and Lily Potter,The Longbottoms and all those killed in the line of duty fighting Voldemort. Hermione stared up at he memorial paying homage to all her fallen friends. A depiction of Dumbledore hung above that and next to his picture was none other then the Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter with wand in hand sat quietly still in the frame next to Dumbledore’s.

“Look Ginny it’s Harry!”

“Don’t remind me Hermione. He already had a freaking school named after him how much more does one wizard need?”

“Well he did kill Voldemort.”

“With all of our help.” Ginny said bitterly. Things had not quite worked out the way she wanted with Harry. After the war his fame went straight through the roof and straight to his head, or so Ginny would say. Missed dates, forgetting to owl and a series of engagements at the Ministry and abroad lent a hand in the demise of Ginny and Harry.

“Well I think it’s nice that Harry was made Dean of DPU. Do you want to pop by the headmasters office to see if he’s there?”

“No. I want to go sign up for The Finer Elements of Quidditch.” Ginny made a bee line over to the sign up board. Oliver Wood was standing handsomely next to the sign up parchment and Ginny was tossing her hair and smiling flirtatiously in his general direction as she waited for her turn to sign up.

There were sign up sheets allover the Great Hall with groups of students standing all around them. The Hall was packed with former Hufflepuffs,Ravenclaws,Slytherins and Gryffindors. Hermione started to loosen up. She could do this. This was school after all. She felt a rush of adrenaline race through her body as she joyously signed her name to a variety of interesting and informative classes. She didn’t even care that most of the classes she signed up for only had one or two names under them.

Advanced Arithmancy

So You Want to Work at the Ministy

Advanced Charms

How to Make a Mixed House Marriage Work and finally after much thought she scrawled her name on the parchment that read Flying 101. Perhaps she would finally get rid of her cursed fear of flying. Suddenly everything went quiet and Hermione turned to see her best friend Harry Potter take center stage. The crowd eventually quieted down and took their seats wherever they happened to be standing to listen to Harry’s prefeast speech.

“I don’t have to tell you how special it is to see all of your faces back in this castle again. The last time I saw most of you it was with heavy hearts and a feeling of unfairness that so many of us did not make it through the war. I wanted to undo that pain. The Minister and I came up with the idea of a college so we could all get that missing year at Hogwarts back. If it works out then classes will be added to the curriculum next year and so on until this is a fully functional four year University. Sign up for as many classes as you want. Our teachers are here next to me in the front of the room should you have any questions but other then that I just want to say hello and goodluck!

As soon as Harry had stopped speaking the entire filled with noise. Laughing and carrying on erupted in the Great Hall. A feast appeared and students shoveled food in their mouths as they chatted with their friends from different houses. Houses seemed to be a thing of the past. Sure, most of the former Hufflepuffs were standing in the far corner together and the Gryffindors were mostly around the food. The Ravenclaws and Slytherins also had their little nooks in the corners of the Great Hall but all in all students were intermingling with each other. Hermione smiled at seeing this. The war really had broken down so many barriers between the rival houses.

She had a grand time catching up with all of her mates and then when the feast was over everyone moved to their living quarters to unpack and get settled. Hermione made her way with Ginny and Seamus and Neville and so many of her old friends up to the Gryffindor common room. One by one they all went in until it got to Hermione. The fat lady, in all her joy at once again having control over students said “No” to Hermione when she tried to enter. In frustration, Hermione plead with the Fat Lady to let her in, that she was tired and that she belonged there but the Fat Lady wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t have your name on my list. See here dear!” She pointed to a list that she held in her pudgy hands in the picture as she proceeded to read off the list of names of students that were permited to enter. No dear, your name is not here. Perhaps you should try another house,” the Fat Lady said as if finally annoyed by Hermione’s constant pestering. Ginny was already inside and the halls had grown empty so rather then worrying about it tonight Hermione decided to try the Ravenclaw common room and then the Hufflepuff common room but neither would let her in. In exhaustion and tired of hauling her trunk behind her she went for a walk in the dungeons. Obviously, a mistake had been made and she would talk to Harry about it in the morning but for tonight she just wanted a place to crash.

“Hermione Granger,” she said in a weary voice at the portal to the Slytherin common room. When nothing happened she threw her hands in the air and began to slink away.

“The password is Domination.” To Hermione’s surprise, she spun around and spoke the password at the door. The door swung open. With a gulp and a deep breath, Hermione entered the Slytherin common room. Loud music was echoing off the walls of the dungeon as she dragged her heavy trunk behind her into the room. The room was a dim green and black. Chairs lined the common room and a particularly nasty green disco ball threw shadows and light around the room.

“How utterly creepy,” Hermione said to herself as gazed around, a sour expression marking her tired face. People were lying on the couches everywhere in the shadows. She could hear sucking sounds and she knew she had walked into a House makeout party. A bar cart was set up at the end of the room against a pane of glass with a moving serpent that struck and then retreated. Hermione thought about taking a shot of vodka as she saw the muggle bottle of Absolut behind a jug of probably spiked pumpkin juice. It seemed to be beckoning her but she turned away dismissing the urge to take a shot of confidence. She dragged her trunk through the sea of half naked people. One girl was wriggling on top of Marcus Flint wearing only a thong as he pawed at her in disgusting fashion. The dormitories were no better. They were either yelling loudly or horsing about or sucking face with other alumni, furthermore Hermione could not find a spare bed. At one point she threw back the silky green curtains to find Millicent Bullstrode kneeling before a guy who wore only a malevolent face and had a black stick in his hand. They yelled at her to get the fuck out and Hermione quickly drew the curtain once again. There were no available beds. Just one night she kept telling herself. Just one night of hell and then tomorrow I’ll be safely tucked in my four poster bed in the girls dormitory of Gryffindor just like I had for so many years, she thought to herself. She finally noticed a loft above her at the back of the Slytherin dormitory and it looked to be empty. She reached behind her and attempted to pull the trunk up the stone stairs. With a scrape it became wedged in the stairwell.

“Oh what now!” Hermione shouted over the blaring techno music. She suddenly felt stupid. She had been lugging this heavy trunk with all of her things all around the castle. She was a witch. She needn’t have done this at all. She flicked her wand and the trunk dislodged and followed her effortlessly up the stairs. With tunnel vision Hermione made her way through the dark loft to a bed she saw empty in the corner. She flopped down on the bed at long last.

“Draco! What the fuck is she doing in here?” Came the voice of Blaise Zabini. Hermione sat up on her elbows her legs too tired to stand up and her feet aching and glanced in the direction by which the voice had come. There in the opposite corner directly across from Hermione was none other then Draco Malfoy, his soft blonde hair draping across his one eye, his shirt unbuttoned and his pants crumpled at his ankles. On top of him was what looked like a petite toe-headed girl, though it was hard to tell because all she could see of the girl was her white ass as she rocked over Draco and chirped like a chipmunk in a high pitched grating tone. Was that supposed to be a pleasurably moan? God, how can this be happening to me Hermione screamed in her own mind as she covered her ears with her hands. Suddenly a figure was hovering over her.

“It’s the mudblood, Draco. The fucking mudblood is up here with us and she has her things like she intends on staying here a while.”

Hermione pulled her wand on Blaise Zabini and ordered him to get back. He was stark naked and the vision of a scantily clad woman, wearing as leather bustier and a pair of thigh high boots stood behind him. It was Pansy Parkinson.

“Hermione Granger? Why the fuck are you here!” Pansy said in her grating voice. At this Hermione could see the petite blonde that was riding Draco fall to the floor and then she heard the sounds of pants being zipped up.

“Get away from me! It’s a mistake alright. Gryffindor wouldn’t let me in tonight but Slytherin did so here I am, lucky me!” Hermione said in a slightly nervous tone.

“Well get out. This is mine and Draco’s dorm.”

“Shut up Blaise.” Draco sauntered over to Hermione’s bed. His chest was peaking out from behind his form fitting white button up and Hermione inhaled ever so slightly at the sight of his lean hard chest and abs. Draco sat down on her bed, the green light from the disco ball illuminating his steely grey eyes as he leaned in closer.

“Do you like to play games Granger? He whispered in a husky voice.

“What? Oh,…No. I just want to sleep so do me a favor and pull the curtain as you leave.” Hermione said coolly but there was a lump in her throat the size of a bezoar.

“Let’s get one thing straight. If anyone will be doing favors around here it will be you doing them for me,” Draco said in a tone that was so self-assured. He slinked away, the petite blonde now hanging on him draping her arms around his neck. Hermione watched as Draco pushed the girl to the floor exclaiming that she should never try to kiss him again. Hermione was sure he was going to receive a slap in the face from the blonde Slytherin girl but the girl just apologized and continued to paw at him, running her hands up his legs to his stomach where she began tugging on his belt. Draco looked down at her and pushed her aside once again, leaving the loft as he made his way downstairs.

“You are just going to leave her there? How are we supposed to…you know Draco? “What about The Game?” Blaise Zabini harped.

“Do you want to play the game Hermione? It’s really fun. I bet a good Gryffindor girl like yourself would love it.” Pansy cackled and Blaise laughed. “What’s the mater? Little Miss Perfect out of her league? You’re in Slytherin now Mudblood. You just walked into your worst nightmare.” Pansy said leaning down into Hermione’s face. With the green on her face and the disgustingly thick red lipstick that stained her lips and mouth Pansy looked like a younger version of Bellatrix Lestrange. Visions of her night at Malfoy Manor where Hermione had suffered under the Cruciatus Curse at the hands of the demented Death Eaters surfaced in her mind and she wrapped her arms around herself giving herself a hug as she fought back tears.

The loft was finally empty and Hermione pulled the curtain around her bed and sunk into the sheets. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, almost like sleeping on a cloud it was so soft and feathery, but sleep did find her. She was too afraid of what might happen to her should she fall asleep. There was no telling what the Slytherins might do to her. Voices carried and Hermione found herself curious as to what was going on downstairs. After debating endlessly about whether or not she should risk trying to catch of glimpse of whatever this game was they were playing she finally tiptoed over to the stairs. Gazing down her heart started to beat faster. What kind of sick twisted psychopathic game were they playing? A group of ten Slytherin girls, including Pansy and Millicent Bullstrode sat huddled on the floor. Some were completely naked while others were wearing skanky negligees or just your basic bra and panties. A couple girls looked nervous and frightened. To those girls Blaise was handing them all filled to the brim cups of fire whiskey. She should have returned to her bed, thankful that she was not being forced to play this game but she couldn’t. Like a train wreck she just had to look.

Draco and several Slytherin boys stood around the girls in a circle, most had their shirts off but Draco himself was still fully dressed. She watched as Draco flicked his wand. A large bowl appeared on the table next to Draco. Draco’s back was turned to her now. Hermione moved into the light so she could better see what was going on. When he turned he held some kind of restraints in his hands. He motioned for the small framed blonde to stand and the nervous girl stood before him, trembling. His hands were on her tiny hips as she stood naked before him. His fingers traced her sides gently as he stroked her skin, his fingers moving upwards. Her arms were extended above her head now as Draco continued to touch her, running his fingers up her arms finally clasping his fingers in her hands.

“Do you want to play The Game?” he said aloud. Hermione was sure the girl was going to say no. Her knees were quivering and her eyes looked scared, like a deer caught in the headlights. Hermione stood shell-shocked as the girl replied with a yes. Without hesitation, Draco pulled her arms downs roughly and then slapped a pair of handcuffs on her hands, leaving the girl utterly defenseless against whatever was coming next. He turned her around, her arms cuffed behind her back and then his fingers were tenderly touching her between her thighs. Hermione felt something stir in her at seeing this. The girl threw her head back and moaned as Draco penetrated her with his fingers. Now all the Slytherin boys were reaching in the bowl and moving towards the huddled girls on the floor.

“If they don’t want to play they don’t play. You must always ask first,” Draco said to his bunkmates as they continued their twisted game. Hermione was almost leaning over the ledge of the loft by the stairwell she was so engrossed in this sick display of domination. She didn’t realize that she was now standing in the light for all to see her. One did see her. He looked up at Hermione and curled his lip, a smirk playing over his lightly perspiring face as he turned the blonde around and pushed her up against the wall biting her back and plunging his fingers into her warmth as the girl writhed in his captive arms.

Okay if this is too much for you don’t read on. It will get much more intense in future chapters. I will say I am a stark believer in fairplay…Let’s leave it at that for now lol

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